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etheralisi · 3 months

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Rottmnt Fakeposting part 3

Find parts 1 and 2 here + 3.5 because this couldn’t all fit on one post

🍏holy-sewer-apples Follow

I met a little green alien dude once. Wonder if he’s doing okay

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🕜has-lou-jitsu-been-found-yet Follow

Day 3679 of me posting: no

🎃scared-of-crows-deactivated23902741 Follow

Get a hobby

🛸atomiclass9000 Follow

I will out your search history

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☄️gravity-tumbles Follow

Every time I phone in sick, I think about that one kid who came into school bright green. Must’ve been ill as hell. I could never

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🐝noneofyourbeezwax Follow

Sasquatch this kappacrawler that. There’s only one cryptid I care about and that’s my neighbour’s cat. That thing ain’t a cat. It’s bright yellow and it stares into my soul

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That’s normal cat behaviour

🐝noneofyourbeezwax Follow

DID YOU MISS THE PART WHERE I SAID BRIGHT YELLOW

🐝noneofyourbeezwax Follow

No I don’t have any pictures. Stop asking. Damn not-cat keeps vanishing into thin air

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Tf is a kappacrawler

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Local New York conspiracy. Scuttles around sewers, on roofs, steals your children (maybe)

🐝noneofyourbeezwax Follow

This ain’t about him

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🧚pixipartched Follow

I really really feel bad for asking, but I don’t have much of a choice. Aliens squished by home. Here’s a link to my go fund me here

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💀outoftouchoutoftime Follow

Last time I had this many people following me, it was an ambush

#I don’t know what I did but hi

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🏒 HOCKEYORDEATH Follow

EVERY WEBSITE I VISIT ASKS IF I ACCEPT COOKIES

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NO I DO NOT

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BEGONE. KEEP YOUR SUBPAR BAKED GOODS TO YOURSELF

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>:(

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🛸atomiclass9000 Follow

My driver’s license is a two year winning streak in Mario kart. Try arresting me now

⚔️ bluejitsu Follow

Oh???? So you lie to your followers???? I know I won first place last games night and you know it

🛸atomiclass9000 Follow

You cheated

🌽 sherlock_corn Follow

Says the guy who hacks games as a pastime. I still want a rematch

⚔️ bluejitsu Follow

You tell him corn

🌽 sherlock_corn Follow

Oh I know you’re not innocent either mr

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🚂imatrainwreck Follow

If only there was a way to grow instant luscious locks

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I can help with that

#hehe

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🛸atomiclass9000 Follow

Throwback to that one time my brother was mistaken as IT when trying to return someone’s keys

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I was just trying to help

#they fell down the drain #so I picked them up and pushed them back through the grate #I wasn’t trying to be scary #and should you really be posting this

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cyyyynamon said: I’m going cave diving tomorrow. Will I see you there?

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But you didn’t invite me?

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⚔️ bluejitsu Follow

Don’t send me back to jail. I’m too pretty

🥊 red_hotsoup Follow

What have you done now

⚔️ bluejitsu Follow

I was too pretty ✨

🛸atomiclass9000 Follow

Be original, Blue

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💀outoftouchoutoftime Follow

First day of school. I’ve never seen this many people in one area before

🌽 sherlock_corn Follow

Oh the joys of public school.

⚔️ bluejitsu Follow

*Wipes tear* they grow up so fast

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So apparently normal people don’t chirp. I never want to hold a conversation ever again

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🕵️‍♀️sloopersleuth Follow

Yoooooo what if our mysterious superheroes in rainbow know the kappacrawler??? You think they’re buddies? Think they hang out and chill and talk about how their week has been? Think kappacrawler house sits from them sometimes? Think they share birthday cards?

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Sometimes I wonder if time travellers really exist. Are we all just on some divergent timeline? How close a shave have we come to a world obsolete?

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#posts that keep me up at night

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Remember to spread the positivity ✨☀️ Kindness can go a long way

🛸atomiclass9000 Follow

Where was this kindness when it came to the last pizza slice?

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I was already at my daily kindness quota

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It has occurred to me not everyone on this website knows about the kappacrawler

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Your loss

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#i am curious

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🫨shake-it-away Follow

Oh kappacrawler, take me away

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Oh kappacrawler, whisk me away into the night

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Oh kappacrawler kidnap me

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🍮fastest-flanalive Follow

Stop with these he/him pronouns for the kappacrawler. Did you ask them their preferred pronouns????? No. Kappacrawler could be a very fancy lady

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I’m very sorry kappacrawler. You can be a fancy lady if you want :(

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Have we been misgendering kappacrawler with whole time?

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It’s a cryptid. You think it’ll care about gender?

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🐸frippityfroppity Follow

If I was a kappacrawler where would I hide

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In your walls

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🫣flinx-blinx Follow

I thought there was only one kappacrawler. But I swear I just saw two. Is there a mr and mrs kappa??? Baby kappletts??? A whole kappa family 🥹🥹

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Maybe? I think there’s at least three

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🐒nightmonkey Follow

Who is this kappa??? Why is he crawling???

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Spider-man wannabe

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🦜petite-parakeet Follow

Still convinced that whole invasion thing was a hoax. Elaborate, but a hoax

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Were those aliens sent packing? I’m confused

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Are they at home? On some faraway planet? Kicking their tentacles up after a long day at work invading our planet?

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📖myfixoffic Follow

Guys come read my slenderman x kappacrawler fic here for all of your slenderkappa needs

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Why would you write this?

📖myfixoffic Follow

Why not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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⚔️ bluejitsu Follow

I heard that kappacrawler has an 8-pack. That the kappacrawler is shredded

🛸atomiclass9000 Follow

Be original, Blue (tally: II)

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👻ghost-chase Follow

Why can’t I live in New York. I want to fight aliens too

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#Rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #Rottmnt fic #socmed #fakeposting #casey jr #rottmnt leo #rottmnt cassandra jones #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #Yes this was very much inspired by ‘turtleman’. But you can’t convince me these boys haven’t been spotted somewhere along the line #bread fic #Rottmnt movie #surprise surprise I’m back for more #rottmnt casey jr #social media #rottmnt social media au

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milesworld96 · 6 months

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FINALLY GETTING TO WATCH RAW YALL, I AM SO EXCITED

SAMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII HIIIIII❤️ oh, the ko shirt. That’s fine. That’s funny. Hilarious even. Wow. 😢, I ALREADY MISS ZOWENS. GRRRR BRO GOT ME IN MY FEELS☹️☹️☹️ SIR⁉️⁉️⁉️ WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP MATERIAL⁉️⁉️⁉️ FUCK YES. wait bro wym the reason he ain’t on raw anymore, YO WHY U BRINING JEY INTO THIS. yalls ☹️☹️. I CANT. Yo Sami speaking the truth, I love him. OHHHH SHIT JUDGEMNT DAY😍😍😍 OH LAWD THEY LOOK SO FINE. GIRL???? RHEA IMMEDIATELY GETTING DEFENSIVE OF DREW WHEN DAMIEN BROUGHT HIM UP?????? IS THIS A SIGN. damn so Rhea basically saying Sami is the orphan no one wants💔 GIRL JEYYY, GET UR MANS‼️‼️‼️‼️ Sami listen to Jey💥💥💥 WHY R U IFNORING HIM NO😭😭 LOOK AT JEYS EYES‼️‼️ HOW CAN YOU LEVE HIM

SHINSUKEEEE😍🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 WAIT FALSE COUNT ANYWHERE⁉️⁉️ OOOHHHH SHIIIT, OH MY FUCK THIS MATCH IS SO SLAY LIKE WHAT🤯🤯 THESE MOTHER FUCKers ARE CRAZY, RICOCHET BRO WGATST. NUNCHUCKS⁉️ BRO MICHELANGELO FR BRO THEY GOING FUCKING CRAZY MAN. WOOOOOOOO SHINSUKE FUCKING WON

OMFG SAMIJEY SPOTTING AGAIN😭😭😭😭😭 SAMI WHAT THE FUCK. I UNDERSTSND WHERE YOUR COMING FROM BUT ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ stop blaming Jey‼️‼️‼️‼️ Yeah Jey speak it‼️‼️ Girl Sami going through it don’t worry bbg you’ll be fine. SAMIJEY MAKE UP AND HUG WOO🫶🫶

OMMGGGGGGG TEGAN AND NIKKI‼️‼️‼️😍😍😍😍🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 OOOOO CHELSEA AND PIPER R HERE TOO😭😭😋😋 lol Katana and Kayden spotting too. OMG TEGAN V CHELSEA? YES PLEASE

HES PIPER IS ABOUT TO SERVE SO MUCH CUNT, I LOVE HER. LETS FUCKING GO. AND I WAS RIGHT, SHE MOTHER FUCKING DID. YEYSYSHHSHDSYSYEESHSH. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA TEGAN MY LOVE HAAAAIIIIKKI :33

IMPERIUM PROMO VID LETS GO, THEY ARE SO COOL I CANNOT DO THIS. I LOVE THEM, CANT WAIT 4 LUDWIG & GIOVANNI TO BE CHAMPS SOON

DAMIEN FINN & DOM DOM. bro why yalls thinking bout JD like that, GIRL NAH THEY TRYNA JUMP DREW😭😭 DomDom is such a mama’s boy. I LOVE THEM, ENOUGH WITH THE CONFLICT NOW. LET THEM ALL BE HAPPY 2GETHER FROM NOW ON☺️☺️💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

AAAAAAAAA SETH, SERVING ONCE AGAIN. ILYYYY. omg I need his shoes. Oh lawd, this match between Seth and Drew is gonna serve so much cunt @ Crown Jewel😍🫶. NAAAAHHHHH SETH CAME OUT WITH EVIDENCE AND EVERYTHING😭😭 BRO CATCHING RHEA AND DREW FR.RUGGEDLY HANDSOME? SETH SAYING THE TRUTH.NAHHH DREW CALLED HIM A THIRSTY CREEP, LEAVE JEY ALONE HE WAS GOING THROUGH A PHASE PLEASE😭💀 eneheheehheehhehe Drewww😈😈 I RESLLY HOPE HE WINS @ CROWN JEWEL. ay don’t be nasty to Drew Seth, you stfu😡 SETH STFU, YOU AINT KNO SHIT. WATCH DREW PULL UP ALONE @ FIRST, AMD THEN FUCKING RHEA AND DOMDOM COME LUT AND HELP HIM GET THE WIN💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 (estoy loco, I am delulu.)

OOOOOOOO BOY ITS BRONSON REED😈😈

RAAAAAAAAAH LUDWIG😝😝😝😝😝😝😝😝😝😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚 HAAAAIIIIKK OH SHIT JOHNNY GARGANO⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ EEEEEEEEE OO BOY IM EXCITED. NAHH WADE GOT TF OUTTA THERE LMFAOOO, JOHNNY GIRL 😭😭😭 SO HAPPY TO SEE JOHNNY BACK AAAAAAAAAA. THIS MATCH IS SLAYING SO HARD OMFFFFF. AAAAAAWWWW GARGANO LOST😭😭😭

Becky😡 INDI & CANDICE😍😍🤯🤯 OMG HIIIIIII INDI, HAIIIIIII CANDICE :3 OMG BECKY V INDI, LETS GO. LMFAO RHEA. WAIT DID BECKY SAY BECKY TWO BELTS BEFORE GOIN TO COMMERCIAL 😨😨🤯

OMMGGGGG DREW & SAMIIIIII. Compliments from Drew, hm bro what you gettin at🤨🤨 AHT, YALLS PLS STOP DRAGGING JEY😭😭😭 🤯DREW JUST DRAGGING EVERYONE LMFAOOO. wait, they keep mentioning Sami ab the world championship shit. OMG ARE WE SETTING THAT UP FOR THE FUTURE⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ AAAAAAAAAA, WAIT DREW V SAMI NEXT WEEK😨🤯 YES YESYEYS

RHEAAAAA😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 HAAAAAIIIIIIIIII :333 HIIII SHAYNA. OOOOOO THE MAULIN😍😚 NIA GTFO PLS, OMG RAQUEL. BEAT HER FUCKING ASS YESS LETS GOOOO. OMMMGGGGG ZOEEEEEEEYYYYYYYY I LOVEE YOU, J NEED MORE OF HER OMFG

HII XIA, ITS BEEN A WHILE. JADEEEE OMFG HI HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI PLEASE MAKE IT OFFICIAL, JADE CARGILL V BECKY LYNCH AT CROWN JEWEL PLEASE. IM BEGGING, I NEED IT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

HIIIIIIIIII BRONSON, HIIIIIIIII GUNTHER. YOOOOOO GUNTHER, BRONSON WTFFFFFFFFF😨😨😨😨😨😨 YESEYSYSYSYSYS G7 THER WON

OMMMMGGGGG POOKIE BEARS❤️❤️❤️❤️💙💙💙💙 CODY AND JEY ILYSM, BUT YOU ARE JOT WINNING. oml they never gonna give up that bit from the press conference are they?😭💀 they are so cutie patootie

MIIZ MY FAV ASSHOLE, OMG HIII. nah fr tho, we need more MIZ. LMFAO THAT IMPERSONATION, GTFO OUT NIA I DON WANNA SEE YOU

RHEA💜 yo stfu. WOAH, FATAL FIVE WAY⁉️⁉️⁉️ ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL RHEA. ZOEY, NIA, RAQUEL AND SHAYNA AT THE SAME TIME? HWTA

INDUS SHEER ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

LMFAO WHAT IS TOZAWA DOING, HE IS SO SILLY I LOVE HIM. OMG HI KOFI, HI XAVIER. Not the hip thrusts🤯🤨🤯🤨🤯🤨🤯. NAAAAHHHHHHH KOFI XAVIER😭😭😭😭😭

OMG ITS TIME, ITS FINALLY TIME OMGGGGGGGG HAIIIIIII I LOVE MY BBGS. SORRY CODYJEY YALLS LOSIN💀 PRIESTBALOR 🔛🔝 EEEEEEEEEEE I LOVE MY GOTHS HAIHAIHAi AAA THIS MAYCH IS SO GOOD WTFFF OMG DOMDOM NO😭😭 WAIT YESYES RAAAHHHHHH THIS MATCH GOT ME SO NERVOUS WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCUUUUUKKKKKKK JIMMY⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ YOOOO AINT NO FUCKING WAY🤯 OMG YES YESYEGRHHDBDBBD YES FUCK YES JUDGEMENT DAY HAS ALL THE GOLD AGAIN‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

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thotantics · 5 years

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⚤ pairing — reader + Bambam

✎ word count — 2,030

✦ genre — smut

✗ warnings — graphic description of sex, masturbation (brief), oral sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation (implied)

[requested] Bambam (GOT7)x fem!reader w/ "open your legs and smile for the camera" and "touch yourself for me" please and thank you

[A/N] random burst of inspo for this!! idk where it come from lmao but i intended to make this into a drabble (1k words or less!!) buuuuuut this just kinda all came out in one sitting and i couldnt stop 😅 unedited bc i cbf im too excited to post something again :’)

“I hate leaving you, don’t get me wrong..” He’s mumbling this against the valley of your breasts, his voice rumbling out of him and tickling your sensitive skin, goosebumps prickling your arms and the back of your neck as he lifts his head to smile at you, “But I really fucking love the way we say goodbye.”

You weren’t entirely sure if he meant the handjob you were currently providing him with or the lengthy make out session that led to it, or both. But it made you smile, nonetheless. You can feel him pulsing in your grip, cock hardening even further as he turns his head and captures a peaked nipple between his lips. You sigh.

“Can I take your picture?” Bambam asks you, seemingly out of nowhere but in truth, he’d been hiding away a brand new Polaroid specifically for this moment. “It’ll help me miss you just a little bit less whenever I have to leave.” He reasons with you when you give him a less than convinced look at the suggestion.

But you can’t deny him, and you trust that he’ll keep the photos safely hidden. Even still, you need to feel at least somewhat in control of this situation so you tell him, “Only three.”

“Three?” He repeats, brows shooting up in surprise. “Wow...” He exhales, a smile spreading across his face, “I was hoping for just one! You’re so generous.”

He’s laughing against your neck while you roll your eyes, unable to resist smiling as you kiss a path across his shoulder, your hand still slowly working at his cock, “Don’t make me change my mind, Bam.”

He’s quick to disengage from you and trot happily across the room, rummaging in his closet at a pile of freshly delivered boxes until he finds the right one. He’d already loaded the camera with film and had taken some shots of random things, test driving his new toy with photos of his cats, mostly.

You’re both already naked and when Bambam turns back to you, looking at you through the lens, but you suddenly feel even more naked. Your arms drape over your chest and your hand dips between your legs, hiding your sex. He pulls the camera away and smiles at you reassuringly as he walks back over to the bed, climbing up beside you.

“The picture I first wanted was of your pretty lips,” He tells you, dragging his index finger over your lower lip, folding it out before he lets it fall back into place, biting at his own lip as he watches, “But since I get three...hm, what should I do?” He wonders out loud. He gives you a good once over. His eyes linger on your breasts and you can practically see the cogs turning in his head before he keeps on looking you over.

The spot he finally decides on is where your hand is still tucked between your thighs still tightly pressed together, shielding your sex from his view. You know he’s figured out what he wants by the way his eyes narrow a bit and you can only imagine what sort of filth is going on in that head of his.

Before you can speak, he’s bounding up on knees, settling by your feet planted flat on the mattress, and he rests the camera in his hand on top of your knee, meeting your eyes.

“Open up.” He smiles.

You pout at him. “All of a sudden?”

“I want you to touch yourself for me.” He explains, again licking at his bottom lip before he catches it in his teeth. “Don’t act shy,” He laughs, “It’s just me.”

“You and your camera.” You remind him, but you let your knees fall open anyway, keeping your hand cupped around your sex.

“That’s right, baby.” Bam whispers, “Let me see that pretty pussy.”

You’re blushing furiously but he’s keeping his camera away from you for now, and the hungry look in his eyes is helping to quell any insecurity you have. Who has time to feel insecure with a man like him staring you down like he’s never seen a creature more gorgeous, anyway?

It’s a slow reveal intentionally, keeping the back of your hand as the most he can see until you feel brave enough to drag your hand back, pressing the pads of two fingers on either side of your clit. Bambam’s breath hitches, fingers twitching on his camera, still resting on your left knee.

Encouragingly, Bam whispers again down to you, his free hand rubbing your outer thigh, “You’re so hot, baby. Shit, I’m so fucking turned on right now..”

So you keep going until you’re forgetting all about him and his dumb camera. You press your fingers lower, dragging your wetness from it’s source and circling your clit with renewed vigor, moaning softly at the slick friction that has you clenching around nothing. Bambam’s solid and pressed up against the back of your right thigh, and you can feel the pulse of that thick vein that runs along the underside of his cock thrumming against your heated skin, the wet patch where precum is spilling out from the tip of him.

Then he lifts his camera and your knees start to shut again, and he groans, eyes lifting to meet your own, “Baby~” He’s pleading already, you can see it in his eyes and hear it in his tone, “Let me see~”

“Nobody can ever know these pictures exist, Bam.” You tell him and he frowns, nodding his head seriously.

“Of course not.” He assures you, “These are for me, baby, they’re all mine...just like you.”

You smile back at him, “That’s right.”

He’s excited all over again after this exchange, and he stands up on the mattress, the weight of him making you shift as he corrects his footing and plants one hand on the ceiling to steady himself.

You’re already laughing at the sight of his long, awkward limbs standing up like a newborn giraffe to stand over you like he is before he tells you, “Open your legs and smile for the camera.”

You do as he says, parting your knees wide and dipping your fingers into your drenched slit, circling your entrance as a genuine laugh is captured by the flash of his Polaroid.

Bambam’s thrilled, exclaiming softly to himself happily as the photo ejects from the front and he steps carefully off the bed and places it gently on one of the end tables to develop, “That’s such a good picture.” He says, then he turns back to the bed, tossing the camera next to you and climbing over you, giving you a deep kiss as he replaces your fingers with his own.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” He groans against your lips, fucking you open with two of his long fingers, indulging in the wet sounds that emit from your greedy cunt. “Can I take one of your lips on my dick, baby?”

You hum in agreement, head spinning, sure that you would give this man the entire moon, somehow, if he said in that moment that he wanted it. You follow after him as he moves to stand at the edge of the bed, grabbing his camera again. Your lips part and you meet the tip of his cock with your tongue first, licking down and back up the length of him, wetting him with saliva before you wrap your lips around him so he slides more easily into your mouth.

You’re so focused on the sounds he make and the weight of his dick on your tongue that you forget about the camera for a long while and just suck him as if your life depended on it. Bambam likes you cock hungry and god, were you ever when it came to him. Blowjobs weren’t necessarily pleasurable for you but sucking him off was an experience. The power you felt when his thighs twitched and he gasped as you focus on his tip, the wetness that seeped from your core as you massaged his balls and felt how tight and full of cum they were. All because of you.

Bam waits until you’re a mess of spit, hair everywhere from his hands clinging onto you desperately, tears filling your eyes from gagging a few too many times trying to let him deeply fuck your throat, before he snags his camera from the bed again. He tells you in a gentle tone to look at him and you do, tears clinging to your lashes, only to be met with the lens. He takes his second photo with the flash off, wanting your eyes open wide and staring up at him with your lips tight around his shaft. He moves away from you again to place the photo with the other while you clear your scratchy throat and steady your breathing.

He’s already got in mind what he wants for the last picture you’ve allowed him to take, but he forgets about it for the time being, putting the camera out of the way temporarily. Instead, he busies himself in repaying you for the amazing head, laying between your thighs on his stomach, his cock pressed between his stomach and the sheets as he tongues slow circles across your clit.

You cum for him, twitching, keening, while he sucks greedily at you, fingers buried deep in your cunt, and before the last waves of pleasure have passed, while you’re still throbbing on the inside, he flips you over onto your knees with gentle hand placements, coming up behind you and pressing himself inside.

Bambam snaps his third photo while you cum again around his cock, immediately after the first orgasm, your pussy gushing back across his thighs. He’s piercing you deep and with hard snaps of his hips, but he’s slow, drawing out his thrusts every 4 or 5 seconds. You’re moaning high pitched and completely in time to his every thrust, and don’t even realize when he had turned the flash back on and gotten that last photo by turning to his left and looking at the full length mirror near the closet. He’s cut off in the photo at the top of his head but otherwise, everything else should be clear, including the look on your face, head thrown back, features contorted in pleasure.

“Fuck me harder.” You cry back to him, nails digging into his thigh in an attempt to regain his attention when you feel him shifting forward to place the final photo with the first two.

He straightens back up and grips onto your hips, hoisting your ass up a little higher where you’d slumped under the weight of him leaning past you to the end table. Then he pulls back until the tip of him is kissing at your entrance and he slams back in, hard and fast. He fucks you without interruption, then, wild and unabashedly chasing his own high.

In the process, he has you cumming again, sobbing into the pillow, drool spilling out of your mouth as he fucks his own cum into you until it, too, is spilling out of you and soiling the sheets. He doesn’t stop until you beg him for a break, your body on fire and throbbing head to toe. The moment he relaxes and let’s his body fall away from yours, you collapse onto your stomach, gasping for air.

For a few moments you shut your eyes, feeling him shift off the bed and you wait to hear him return with something to clean you up, but instead you’re met with silence. Before you fall asleep a sticky mess face down on the pillows, you flutter your eyes open and catch your boyfriend staring at the three photos fanned out in his hands like a winning hand of poker.

“Baby,” Bambam chuckles in disbelief when he meets your eyes and sees that you’re still awake, “You are so goddamn hot.” He turns and shows the photos to you, dropping them delicately on the mattress next to you in favor of cupping your head as you sit up and planting a kiss on your forehead. “Thank you.”

#bambam smut #got7 smut #mine #yoooooo WHERE tf did this come from??#yall tell me bc i sure tf do not know #not my gif #there's no easy to find bammie gifs on giphy :(((( i googled and found that one on pinterest with no source #if anybody knows the owner pls lmk so i can credit them

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xserpentlife · 4 years

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Live Reaction Riverdale Season 4 Ep 4 (Spoilers)

Live reaction Contains Spoilers, no editing for grammar or spelling, raw reactions.

tf why watch them and why a video that’s boring as fuck

Yo whatttt

WAIT THEY ARE TOGETHER WHAT!!! Alice and fp did I miss something I mean I know before the whole farm but like I’m confused

That’s creepy as fuck sitting with him at the table like that

I just love this fuckin English talk like clapping back with these story titles has me cracking up 😂

Yo das a creepy ass doll

Is she really talkin bout a damn ghost bitch you know you lying

I don’t trust this girl giving him cofeee pfft

SHE DRUGGED HIM SEEEEEEE I TOLD YSLL I DIDNT TRUST HER

YO WHY IS EVERYONE DRESSING UP AS THEM THE FUCK LIKE THATS WEIRD my family would never let me dress as killers like wtf

CHECKED ON THE CHILDREN LATELY

yo don’t trust him Veronica

Bitch it ain’t him I feel like someone’s gotta he messing with her like

Caughtttttt by mr honey what he gonna do

NO NO NO FICKING WAY NO FUCI IN G WAY

I was gonna say it didn’t look real but like a sick joke

I do not trust Charles like at all

I don’t fuck with ouija boards

AND THEY TOOK THERE HANDS OFF WITHOUT SAYING GOODBYE

I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t be able to tell which twin absorbed another twin thas some bulllll

Poor Reggie

Oh and no oke has called the house since he showed up okay as I’m typing this it rings tf

Why tf would it be coming from shady grove

“No bitch it’s your sister” yo I’m dying

This dude still here What the fick

Yoooooo is this dude tryna kill her

YOOOOOOO WTFFF RUNN

Wtf did she pour in there?

She smart af

Awwwww Eddie

Can someone save jug please

Awwww his carrot poor reg

So fuckin creepy

Poor jug Jesus Christ

Fighting crime again archie

Yeah before cause you fucjin didn’t say goodbye

Where did moose goooo

YO I TOLD YOU I DIDNT TRUST CHARLES

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT YHE FUCK WHY IS JUGHEADA BODY ON THE TABLE WHY WHAT WHAT WHAT

Okay so I have a theory. Charles is behind everything maybe not the farm necesarily but I bet to hell he knows the teacher at stonewall prep. becuase think about it the teacher knew about the hazing means he is lowkey in on making jug miserable and angry and whatever, and let’s be honest here charles just randomly popped up, like do we even know how alice found charles? Like in my head he just seems like he is in on everything. I 1000% believe that polly was not the one calling the house I tihnk it was charles somehow a prerecorded call or something he clearly could tamper with the tracker cause he was the one doing it, why would polly call pretending to be the black hood, and charles know betty is still crazy int he farm stuff and her dad, and charles was listening to her. What they all find out charles did something bad and killed him or some shit, what if jug isn’t actually dead and it is a ploy idk im just thinking here

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Church of the Poison Mind (Trixya) Ch. 7 - Dahlia

A/N:

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I’ve been going through a lot of pretty heavy real life stuff, and have just basically been overwhelmed, but I am so OVERJOYED to be writing again! And I thank you so much for your patience in waiting for this chapter! Here’s hoping the final chapters follow in quick succession. Thank you so so so much for all of your kind words and messages, they keep me going!

ALSO I’M SO SORRY THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER IS JUST ANGST. You’re welcome. :)

I would not have made it through this chapter, or life in general, without my lovely lesbians DjoodiGarland and Matilda_Queen. Thank you for always being there for me and loving me through this. And to Rosie, my beautiful, sweet love. Thank you for everything, I don’t know where I’d be without you.

“What kind of daughter are you?”

There had been a lot of shouting those days, a lot of name calling, a myriad of misspoken insults that sank into her skin like injections of lost faith.

Trixie spent most of her time calling rental agencies, shaking her mother awake, getting turned down by realtor after realtor because she was, well, she was too young. And truly, how could she expect any respectable adult to take her seriously?

“You have to be at least 18 to apply.”

I’m not.

“Is this a prank call? Where are your parents, kid?”

Hell, if I should know.

”You have to file a credit report, first.”

What’s a credit report?

“Okay so, why can’t your mother come to the phone again?”

She’s ill.

”We’ll get back to you.”

No, you won’t.

Homeless. Trixie kept thinking, homeless . If it continues on this way, the sheriff will come and evict us and we’ll be homeless. Countless nights she’d lie awake, obsessively checking her emails, relentlessly disappointed, and she’d think homeless.

She’d stopped going to school, stopped trying to wake her mother in time for the truancy officers, in time for CPS, and family services. And nobody looked at her the same, they always held the same disgustingly patronizing eyes. Poor trixie, her mother doesn’t care, her mother can’t care, her mother had forgotten to care.

But still, they shrugged her case off. Afterall, there’d been no evidence of physical abuse. Trixie appeared well fed, well kempt. And this allowed for more time, for more phone calls and rejections. Allowed for more empty booze bottles and prescription refills, piling sinks full of dishes and dirty carpets.

And soon she found herself asking, “What kind of a daughter am I?”

—

“I’m very sorry, we… I should not have done this. It was inappropriate of me.”

“Katya…”

Through the fog of lost sleep and Russian folk flowing tinny through the car speakers, Trixie rubbed the sleep from her eyes, stealing glances from her seat on the passenger’s side. Katya’s eyes were narrowed and stolid as she drove, focused on the road, pale hair spilling out in heaps over her thin shoulders. And neither of them spoke, the ever-thickening gravity of the night before weighing on them like a fever dream. Trixie felt tender but weary, fearful. She wanted more, so much more than the situation could allow.

Somewhere, on some plane, Trixie knew that this was fleeting; that any feeling Katya might’ve held for her, couldn’t be sustainable. And she could feel the regret, hanging bitter in the air between them, that even though they hadn’t done anything measurable, it was the tenderness that stung the most. The cloying need for sweetness, need for more, contradicted by the wavering inability to act; but still, she yearned for Katya’s touch, for that laugh, and those wide, curious eyes.

The sun came into full view then, but the hour was still just as pale blue as the shine in Katya’s eyes. And as they pulled up to Trixie’s house, much to her surprise, Katya didn’t look over, but stayed steely, eyes cast over the dashboard. And Trixie sighed complacently, as the warmth had seeped out of Katya’s smile somewhere between Main street, and Beacon drive.

Trixie sat for a moment, quiet in her breathing, searching the side of Katya’s face, silently willing Katya to turn her head. Her sight followed the deep plunge of Katya’s cheekbones, down her neck, her freckled chest; and Trixie wanted nothing more than to reach out and let a hand fall to the back of Katya’s neck, but she resisted.

And just then, with a subtle haste, Katya sent her arm across the center console, over Trixie’s chest, and opened the passenger’s side door.

Confident there was nothing more to be said, she flipped a brief nod of thanks and turned in her seat to step down, but before she could, the light brush of Katya’s fingers found her cheek. And Trixie turned her head to meet Katya’s eyes, just as bright and heavenly as they were the night before, but riddled now with penitence. Trixie closed her eyes, leaning her cheek into Katya’s palm, a deep exhale leaving her like a calm under the waves. Softly, she opened her eyes, took in one last glance, and stepped out of the car, closing the door gently behind her.

Soon Trixie was watching Katya pull away, her car stalling at first, and then kicking up dust as it descended the graveled drive. A chill ran through her, smooth in the November air; and Trixie found herself, bleary eyed and sullen, missing the cardigan she’d forgotten in Katya’s back seat. All the while hopeful, incredibly hopeful, that its presence would carry Katya back to her.

With a forbearing sigh, Trixie carried herself up the porch steps and pushed through the front door. She entered, closed it quietly behind her, and tiptoed through the kitchen, kicking off her shoes by the basement door.

“Well, aren’t we getting in late…”

Trixie turned with a start, her heart skipping a beat. Kim was sat at the kitchen window seat, spooning heaps of sugar into a steaming mug of tea. And as the steam crept into the air, an image of last night’s coffee churned in the pit of Trixie’s stomach. Then she was desperate for it, remnants of that memory still latent on the burnt tip of her tongue.

“Or should I say,” Kim spoke again with a curt grin, “early? Given it’s 5am.”

“Okay, mom. I could ask you the same thing. What’re you doing here so early?”

“Waiting for you.”

“What, why?” Trixie chuckled, scanning Kim’s face.

Trixie crossed the kitchen floor and headed for the coffee maker, her hip brushing Kim’s protruding knee as she passed by. Her head ached with exhaustion, and while she was thankful for the comforting gurgle of coffee brewing, she felt irritable, raw; unsure if the coffee would help or hurt. Trixie laid her upper body over the center counter top, her elbows resting on the surface; and she closed her eyes, self-soothing, rubbing slow circles into her temples.

“So, you did forget?”

“Forget wh-” Trixie stopped, slowed, “oh, shit. Kim, I’m so sorry. I completely forgot we had- I just got so caught up in… wait, so you sat here all night… waiting for me? Why didn’t you just call me?”

“Well, no dummy, I’m not a freak. I woke up a little while ago. And I did call you, last night. But your phone was off.”

Trixie patted around her pockets, and upon finding her phone, ran her fingertips over the surface; the tips of her nails catching in the cracks of last year’s shatter. And while she powered it on, a soft silence hung in the air between her and Kim.

↳ Kim: hey, i just got in, pearl’s cooking again, im whispering tiny prayers for the safety of your kitchen. you leave school yet?

↳ 1 Missed Call: Kim

↳ Kim: Violet said she hasn’t seen you all afternoon, are you okay?

↳ Kim: say yes to the dress is starting in like 5 mins, do you want me to wait… or???? should I just assume I get to indulge in ALL of these facemasks by myself??

↳ Kim: yoooooo my skin abouta be TIGHT

↳ 6 Missed Calls: Caller ID Restricted

↳ Kim: ok it’s literally 1am, where tf are you????? im getting kind of worried here. ive had to stop violet from calling the police like 6 times

↳ 2 Missed Calls: Kim

↳ 11 Missed Calls: Caller ID Restricted

She shook a wave of anxiety and returned her gaze to Kim.

“I… I’m so sorry, I just, my-”

“You were with her again, weren’t you?”

“What?”

“Listen, I’m worried about you, Trix,” her tone softened, and Trixie met her gaze through clouds of coffee steam, “you-”

“Listen Kim, I’ve had kind of a shitty morning and it’s like dick o’clock and I really don’t have th-”

“You’ve just, you’ve been spending a lot of time with her, Trixie.”

“Excuse me? Are you policing who I spend my time with now?” Trixie said, still joking, but a little sharper than she’d intended.

Speech suspended for a moment as Kim drew in a long breath, and exhaled on a quiet sigh.

“Okay. First of all, chill. I just mean that… Listen, Trix, she seems sweet, she really does, but there’s some nasty stuff going around about her and I just don’t want to see you mixed up in that.”

Trixie could feel a bubbling heat rising in her chest, up her neck, spreading into a rouge across her cheeks. She poured the coffee into a mug, some splashing onto the countertop, and found herself rifling through the spice rack for cinnamon; she needed something to shake Katya’s impassivity, to bring her back to last night’s loveliness; but the scent alone burned Katya’s image in the back of her mind, a picture so clear of her face, so cold and distant.

She sipped slowly, cinnamon catching at the back of her throat, and somewhere in all of the coughing, Kim’s patronization had crept beneath her skin and set the surface ablaze.

“Honestly Kim, I love you, but it’s too early for this shit. And thinking about it now, literally none of this is even remotely your business. You don’t know anything about her,” Trixie said, biting. Her headache raged on, a sour pang radiating from the back of her neck. And she could tell she was overreacting, creating something out of nothing; but she couldn’t help but fall farther into it.

“Trixie, I’m your friend. I’m just saying, you always do thi-”

“Well, don’t just say . I’m stressed enough about this as it is, and I don’t need you, of all people, making this harder on me! You’re always on me about this kind of shit, and I don’t need it right now!”

“Wow, okay. You make plans with me. Break them. Fuck your teacher. And somehow, I’m in the wrong? Since when is carin-”

“I did not fuc- did you ever stop and think, for maybe even a millisecond, that the reason I’m spending all of this time with her is because you keep ditching me?”

“Trixie, do not put this on me. You always do this.”

“Do what?” Trixie snapped.

“You always turn things around on me! I’ve literally done nothing wrong here!” Kim stood then from the window seat.

“Oh, so it’s perfectly okay for you to promise me a ride, and then leave me stranded like three times a week, but the one time I make a human mist- “

“I’ve done so much for you, Trixie! This is not one human mistake . I knew you’d find some way to fuck this up. You know, I bust my ass day and night, and everyone fucking wants something from me. I give, and I give, and all you do is take,” Kim interrupted, throwing her hands into the air, and letting them fall hard to her sides.

Trixie watched the argument unravel from a space outside of her own body. She could see the anger leaving Kim in harsh waves; and though the salt water stung, stirred bitter words in her own mouth that threatened escape, she was able to rationalize, self sooth. She couldn’t fully give herself to the argument, knowing that this was long awaited for Kim, that maybe all the stress and chaos had finally gotten to her.

A person could only bend so far before it broke them, could only expend so much before they were due. And Kim, generous and giving as they come, had spent countless hours of her life twisting and contorting her time to fit the moulds of other people; but the words still hurt, still rang of distant memories of her mother’s disappointment, of rage and of acid.

“Fuck what up?” Trixie took a step back, her mind racing.

“Nothing, just forget it.”

“No, you have something to say, say it. You’re not my mother Kim, I don’t need you to take care of me.”

“Oh, that’s rich! You know, I might as well be your mother. Who the fuck do you think found you this place when your actual mother threw you out? Who got you the job you quit because it was,” Kim pulled her fingers into air quotations, “too much? Paid your rent when you couldn’t. Who busted her ass getting you into this school? You can’t commit to anything Trixie, and now, NOW, you’ve gone and figured out the ONE way you can fuck up school, too! I hope Katya’s worth it I really do. Because when administration finds out, you’re both fucked .”

A knot twisted tightly in Trixie’s stomach.

“Stop bringing her into this! You don’t know anything about her! Or me for that matter, clearly. But obviously , you have a lot to say,” Trixie said, almost shouting.

“You think she cares about you? You’re wrong, Trix. You need to grow up, really. She’s using you, just like she did Phi Phi. And when this all blows up in your face, like everything always does, you’re gonna come crying to me. And you know what? I won’t be here.”

Just then, a small noise from the staircase caught their attention. They turned their heads to find two thin figures perched at the top, eyes wide and watching. And Pearl opened her mouth to speak, but Trixie was out the door, leaving her coffee steaming on the counter.

—

Kim’s words, heated and stinging, followed her like a phantom down the darkened halls of her university. And while it hurt, ached a sore plight down the center of her chest, she knew that everything Kim said had been right. She’d been a bad friend, taken too much and given too little. And she could hear her mother’s words too, fresh as the day they were spoken, like silent criminals come to steal her composure.

Autopilot carried her to Katya’s class, wearing the same clothes as yesterday, in the same cracked makeup down her cheeks. Their eyes met and unmet constantly, knowing, each glance holding space a little longer than it should’ve. And Trixie felt as though she could cry at any moment, as the dull ache in her head echoed through the back of her skull, and the glaring need for escape ravaged all the spaces in between. She felt trapped, cornered, unable to escape Katya’s eyes; though she wasn’t quite sure she wanted to. She wanted someone to see her, that she was sure of. Someone to see passed the façade and tell her that it was all going to be okay; and she wanted that someone to be Katya; but some things just couldn’t be, and she was learning then, slowly but surely, that she had to make peace with that. Maybe they could come out of this on top, settle for glances and smiles, chats after class, and maybe, just maybe, Trixie could forget the rush. And if not forget, then settle for a dull ache of what could’ve been.

5 Missed Calls .

Class flew by in a blurred rush of muted anxiety, Trixie auto piloting her way through the motions, all the while hoping she could slip out near the end unnoticed; but much to her dismay, as Trixie had anticipated, the end of class found Katya beelining for Trixie’s desk, and any interaction between them became suddenly unavoidable.

“Listen, Tracy, I’m… I’m very sorry about last night, about this morning, I would never want to make you feel uncomfortable,” Katya started.

“Katya don’t, really. It’s fine, you haven’t don-”

“I think it would be… in better interest, if I didn’t drive you home anymore.”

“I don’t understand,” Trixie said, picking absently at the corner of her thumb nail.

“We can’t do thi-”

“We haven’t done anything.”

“You know what I mean.”

Trixie stood for a moment and let everything sink in, their eyes meeting.

Katya reached for Trixie’s left hand and brought it gingerly to her lips. So tender, so domestic. She placed a soft kiss on Trixie’s knuckle, then let their hands drift together to the left side of her chest. And through the cotton of Katya’s blouse, Trixie could feel the quick drumming of her heart, could see in her eyes a great fear, but also a great acceptance.

“I know,” Trixie said quietly, pulling her hand back.

She turned on a slow heal and started for the door; leaving Katya, small and teary eyed, stark in the middle of the room. And as Trixie stole a final glance, the light of the projector cast her silhouette like a specter across the back wall that sunk into the floor while the door swung shut behind her.

She’d only gotten a few steps down the hall before tears began spilling down her cheeks, probably carrying mascara with them. And Trixie blotted the space beneath her eyes, covertly avoiding eye contact with Jinkx as she passed her down the main hall just before the stairs.

7 Missed Calls.

—

She found herself outside then, heading toward the employee parking lot, under the usual tuck of trees that arched against the rain almost protectively overhead. Though many of the leaves had fallen and sunken into the grounds, there had been just enough to provide her shelter, and she stood for a few beats before realizing Katya wasn’t going to come; then again, neither would Kim. Trixie shivered as the cold hit her, her breath evident in the brisk, and she coiled into herself, wrapping her cardigan tighter around her hips.

She patted around her pockets and produced a crumpled twenty dollar bill, that she smoothed against her books and tucked into the side of her bra, the very last of that week’s allowance. While she scrolled through her phone in search of a taxi company, though they were sparse in these parts, she watched as cars puttered by her, subtly hoping to see Katya’s round the drive.

Before she could hit call, her phone lit up again, buzzing in her palm; a contact photo, her at a young age, eyes bright and glittering, a cheesy smile. And her mother, younger, less weathered, hair still long and curly, thin fingers pinching Trixie’s cheeks.

Until then, the calls seemed more like a minor nuisance, just a permanent fixture on the dashboard of her notifications, but now it cut deep; reminded her of all that she’d lost, all that she’d never regain. And she did something she hadn’t done in months, hadn’t done since Kim had found her and brought her here, she answered . And it went just as swimmingly as she might’ve guessed.

“I’ve been calling you for weeks,” a gravely voice slurred through the phone line.

“Are you, are you drunk?”

“What kind of daughter would ask that?”

Soon there was shouting. And Trixie lost all awareness of her environment, her surrounding; but she knew people were watching, she just simply forgot to care. And tears were spilling out of her, falling onto her shirt, tangling with the rain water washing down her skin.

The air was cold, her fingers red and pruning, phone pressed firmly into her cheek. Everything was spinning and far from sound, and as her mother continued her lamentation, Trixie grew more tense, more unabsolved. She felt trapped suddenly, by all of the forces outside of her own body, controlling her, prodding and pulling like the strings of a marionette. And she came to a startling realization; her life, wasn’t hers. This wasn’t what she wanted, this wasn’t who she wanted to be.

Before she could even hang up the phone, someone was tugging at her arm, pulling her gently from the rain, and from the watching eyes. Guiding her down into a car, her boots finding the comforting crush of empty coffee cups and to-go wrappers. And her phone found its way back into her pocket, as did her fingers, numb from the cold that she pressed into her thighs.

They drove in mostly silence, down familiar roads that were slick now with sleet. And the squeaking of the windshield wipers held an almost deafening stance against the silence.

“Tracy… Ar-”

“Please, Katya. Please , don’t.” Trixie said, drying her cheeks with the sleeves of her sweater.

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier, I just… You can still talk to me, you know.”

“No, I can’t. I really can’t.”

Just then, Katya pulled her car swiftly off of the road, hitting the curb and throwing the gears into park. She took off her seatbelt so she could turn to meet Trixie’s gaze.

“What are we doing here?”

“I want to talk to you. I want you to talk to me, there’s n-”

“You know what,” Trixie said, unfastening her seatbelt, “I really can’t. And you know damn well why I can’t.”

“I am not understanding this.”

“Because, Katya! I fucking want you, I want us, I want…” Trixie threw her hands into the air in exasperation, “this! And I’m so sick of everyone in my life telling me what to do, and who to be. Even you! Everyone is always… god, I don’t know! I’m so fucking overwhelmed all of the time by this expectation of who I’m supposed to be, how I’m supposed to act. I have never, ever, not once in my life, not had to fight for every single thing that I have and I’m sick of it. I’m my own person, we are both fucking adults and we can make our own decisi-”

Before she could finish, Katya’s hands were over the center console, pulling her face close, their lips finally meeting.

—

And suddenly her fingers are on me, in my hair, running down my neck. Our mouths meeting like it’s the first time, gliding swiftly over one another, melding us as one exchange of impassioned energy. And her breath is warm, and sweet, intoxicating . Everything I need. Devastatingly, so. From the light of the cars in passing, flickering across her skin, I can see every unspoken word, escaping into the expanse. She wants me, and I want her, and this may be fleeting but I’ve forgotten to care as her hands stroke passed my hair and down my back, sliding with a quick and heavy rhythm like she’s striking a match. Every ounce of angst in me cries out for her, yearns to be closer, to be deeper, to love long and speak sweeter. And I’m falling into her hard, like I’ve never fallen before-

—

Their lips parted as Katya pulled away with haste, her eyes squeezing shut.

“Trixie, Trixie, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have, we can’t do this!” Katya tensed, her accent thicker than ever.

And all of the spinning inside of Trixie stopped, her expression blank, eyes blinking quick and without rhythm. Her skin flushed, hot embers fading into gray coals.

“ Trixie ?” She said in a hushed exasperation, realizing that it was the first time she’d ever heard the name leave Katya’s lips.

“We can’t, I’m so sorry. I just, I care about you so much but we… we can’t Trix-”

“Why not? WHY NOT? You just said it, you care about me! Katya, please, not you too, you can’t do this to me, too. I can’t handle someone else telling me what I ca-”

“Trixie, please try and understand… I’m so so-”

“You know what. Save it. ”

And with that, Trixie was climbing out of the car, the garbage underfoot kicking out onto the sidewalk.

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