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The Morning After Meme (Expanded)
| the morning after ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ a meme → COMMENT WITH YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME, FANDOM, AND PREFERENCE. → PICK A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO TAG AND HIT UP RNG (01-10), OR CHOOSE A SCENE OF YOUR OWN. → PLAY NICE; NO WANK, FLAMES, OR GENERAL HUMBUGGERY. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ the scenarios ① BREAKFAST IN BED: YOUR PARTNER'S UP AND ABOUT -- MAYBE DRESSED, MAYBE NOT -- AND IN THE KITCHEN. WHAT ARE THEY MAKING YOU? COULD IT BE... GRILLED CHEESE? ② HIT ME BABY: THEY'RE SUCH A PEACEFUL SLEEPER. A PEACEFUL, SEXY SLEEPER. ACTUALLY THERE'S TOO MUCH OF THAT SLEEPING HAPPENING. WHY DON'T YOU WAKE THEM UP, WORLD'S KINDEST ALARM? ③ ESCAPE FROM AZKABED: YOU WAKE UP TO FIND THEY'RE RUMMAGING ABOUT FOR THEIR CLOTHES, ABOUT TO LEAVE. WHY THE RUSH, AND CAN YOU CONVINCE THEM TO STAY? ④ THE AFTERNOON AFTER: AND THE EVENING, MAYBE EVEN THE MORNING AFTER AFTER... HOURS HAVE PASSED BUT YOU JUST CAN'T LEAVE EACH OTHER! OR MAYBE ONE OF YOU JUST WON'T... ⑤ HANGOVER FROM HELL: THERE'S A TIGER IN THE CLOSET, A BABY IN THE BATHROOM, AND A TOTAL STRANGER CURLED UP BESIDE YOU. WHO IS THIS PERSON BESIDE YOU SMELLING OF TEQUILA AND REGRET? DO THEY KNOW ANY MORE ABOUT WHAT, OR WHO, WENT DOWN THAN YOU DO? ⑥ WET AND WILD: DON'T FEEL TOO LONELY WAKING UP BY YOURSELF -- THE SHOWER'S ON AND THE SOUND OF WATER FALLING IS MIGHTY INVITING. WHY DON'T YOU GET CLEANED UP -- OR DOWN AND DIRTY ALL OVER AGAIN? ⑦ I'LL SLEEP WHEN I DIE: SLEEP? WHAT IS THIS SLEEP THING YOU SPEAK OF? DAWN'S BREAKING AND NEITHER OF YOU HAVE GOTTEN A WINK, OR WANT ONE. WHO'S READY FOR ROUND asjldkjl? ⑧ A BITTER PILL: TURNS OUT THE REASON YOU SCORED WASN'T YOUR SPARKLING WIT AND MAGNETIC CONFIDENCE. YOUR PARTNER HAD AN ULTERIOR MOTIVE -- THEY ALREADY KNEW IT, AND YOU'RE ABOUT TO. RECON? REVENGE? REBOUND? TAG AND FIND OUT, IF YOU CAN HANDLE THE TRUTH! ⑨ THIS ISN'T MINE: THAT SLEEPY PERSON IN YOUR LIVING ROOM HAD A GREAT NIGHT -- WITH YOUR ROOMMATE. WELL, MIGHT AS WELL GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER WHILE YOU'RE BOTH THERE, RIGHT? ... RIGHT? ⑩ WILD CARD: ROLL MORE THAN ONCE AND COMBINE SCENARIOS, CHOOSE YOUR FAVOURITE, OR MAKE UP YOUR OWN! Stolen from here. |
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He chanced a glance down, and immediately regretted it. His own legs, his own junk - he'd seen it a million times, but he'd seen it considerably less with Eridan bent between them in such a salacious fashion. He couldn't take his eyes off of him - pairing the sight of those jade-flushed cheeks, that mouth streaked indigo, and those fingers at work, with the sensations they created sent a pressure building inside of him he could no longer hope to fight off.
Claws that had dug into a tender scalp released themselves, and Gamzee pulled a shaky hand back to slip around Eridan's, wordlessly and forcibly instructing him to hasten the pace on his slickened bulge, which twitched and throbbed urgently in response. He pressed his feet down into the soaked sheets, twisting the remaining hand around Eridan's hair and greedily pressing his nook up against the warm pressure of that cruel tongue. His breaths were coming short and sharp now, nearing ever closer to that climax he'd tried to put off for so long.]
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God, he was a sick, sick fuck because the idea only served to make his own bulge twitch and protest the neglect it'd been subjected to. Eridan continued to ignore it, using the fingers of his free hand to pry Gamzee's nook open and sliding his tongue deeper in, ignoring the trail of indigo down his chin. All in good time, yes. All in good time.]
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[Gamzee was a balled-up tangle of nerve-endings and pulsating heat, rocking carelessly against Eridan's mouth in a frenzied attempt to elicit a harder fuck out of his tongue. He wanted it deeper inside of him, he wanted it harder and faster and deeper and God damnit did his tongue feel fantastic but he needed so desperately to get fucked that he was whining through his teeth and slamming his hips up to meet the grip on his bulge, faster and faster until the nearly-electric currents of pleasure cut off all the control Gamzee had over his own body. They built and built until he couldn't take it a second longer, giving up and letting that explosive, immobilizing chaos overwhelm him completely.]
Ahh-- ah- I-- f--
[He couldn't even manage a warning better than that, because he was gone - jerking and spasming, throwing his head back with the force of a crazy, warbled, bleating moan. His eyes slammed shut, rolling back behind his eyelids until he screamed all the air out of his lungs and felt all of that sick fluid force its way out of him for a second time, coming just as powerfully as the first.]
[Oh, motherfuck. Eridan was right under him. Hope you enjoy your choking mouthful of genetic material, Jadebro. That tiny mouth was definitely not as big as a pail, and if Gamzee wasn't so busy giving himself a coronary, he'd probably feel a little bad for putting him through that. What the fuck was he saying, it was hot as hell.]
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Don't lick your lips, don't lick your lips, don't lick your lips, don'tlickyourlips--
He whimpered when it was over, loud, labored breaths ghosting over the indigo folds even then he had an unrelenting urge to lick some more. It wasn't even that he was fond of the taste at all. It was just the knowledge of what he was doing and to whom that made his toes curl. He was so turned rutting against the sodden sheets seemed like an acceptable form of reaching orgasm.]
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Which, motherfuck of all motherfucks, if Gamzee hadn't already climaxed his brains out - twice - he'd be pretty fucking turned on at the sight of it. And he noticed something else, as well. He was being pretty fucking observant at this precise moment, truth be told. Now was the perfect time to exact a little revenge on this pitiful, most wonderful of boys.
Fighting the urge to curl up and rest his still-racing heart, Gamzee leaned forward, simultaneously running a hand up Eridan's drenched side and pulling his tongue up his neck, licking his own mess off of him, and making a scene of getting it absolutely everywhere.]
Your bulge be makin' it all to seeming like you got your motherfucking pleasure on at bein' my filthy fuckin' bucket, Jadebro.
[He pushed Eridan gently, shifting him so he was upright, both on their knees. Gamzee practically purred into his ear, a sharp, dirty edge to it.]
Y'know, I ain't all to be objectin' what's much to usin' one if you'll all to be like, motherfucking volunteering for the position, I fuckin' think.
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You would like that, wouldn't you. You just like to see indigo seeping everywhere.
[The accusation would probably carry more weight if his voice weren't airy and rough and his other arm weren't wrapped around Gamzee's waist, pulling him close to him.]
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Motherfucking love to get my see on of it, for fuckin' what's all certain. Long as it's all over your fucking face.
[He tried wriggling his head free, to no avail. He settled for running the pads of his thumbs up the inside of Eridan's thighs as he was tugged closer, eventually getting them rubbing against the base of his bulge and smearing that jade up the length of it.]
Like it even the fuck more when I all know you're to be motherfucking wanting it all over you.
[He trailed all of his fingers back down Eridan's bulge, then back up, caressing it tantalizingly instead of working to pleasure him properly. He moved so he had Eridan's thighs between his.]
You gonna fuck me with this now, my dirtiest of motherfucking bitches?
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[That was, generally speaking, Eridan's usual reaction to Gamzee being Gamzee. Be it in frustration or fondness or exasperation or sheer, mind blowing lust. He tugged on that horn harder, just so he could lean in and bite on his throat, sinking his teeth into the welts he'd left there before. Eridan closed his eyes as Gamzee's fingers played with his bulge, his goddamn mouth still moving, still spewing the worst possible things to say and still driving him crazy.]
Yes, I fucking am goin' to fuck you, until you shut up.
[The words were growled into the skin of Gamzee's neck, jaw clenching and unclenching around the words. And then he shoved the goddamn smug juggalo down, into the messy bed. Fuck the bed, might be easier to just set the whole thing on fire and replace it than attempt to clean it, those stains were never going to be removed. Eridan bit down again as he ground his hips down, every limb shaking with unspent energy.]
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Gonna have to get pretty motherfucking nasty to all get this brother to be clamping his fuckin' chute, bro. Hahahaha!
[Gamzee's laughter was cut off by being forced on to his back, and that sharp, jagged fire seared his throat once more, pulling a pained growl out with it. His hands clawed their way down to Eridan's hips, sinking into them as they crushed downwards. Gamzee untangled their legs only to tangle them again, hooking his around the backs of Eridan's, leaving him wide open and wrapped around the other. Even if he'd already had his fill, he was still a damn slut, and, hell, he wanted to watch his lovely jade boy fuck him until he shut up, too. He arched his neck, giving Eridan plenty more room if he needed to re-anchor himself, reveling in the pain.]
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And then he started moving. Messy, uncontrolled thrusts, all but flat out rutting into Gamzee, careless and desperate. His mouth moved upwards as he gained momentum, not that he really needed much. His teeth fastened on the skin under Gamzee's ear, fierce and demanding. And then he started hissing.]
I don't need to be nasty, Gamzee. All I need is to tell you how much I love how nasty you are.
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Hell, he'd do it all for Eridan even if he didn't come a single time. Just the thought of watching him and feeling his momentum building and hearing his breath start to hitch was enough to get him to open his fucking legs obediently. He wasn't a slut in the sense that he sought out pleasure from everyone - he'd die before even considering infidelity - but he was sick, and the fact that Eridan held on to his self by saying those words brought Gamzee some tremendous comfort.
Those urgent thrusts and gnashing teeth earned Eridan some moans, and Gamzee trailed his arms up to wrap around Eridan's back. His voice was uneven from the force in which he was being shaken, and from the small twangs of pleasure that still managed to hit him at random intervals.]
I know. I fuckin' know you love it, I fucking do. I'll be as nasty as you all ever want me to motherfucking be.
[He drew a leg up, brushing it against Eridan's side, because he knew how fucking much he loved to move his jadebro's legs around when their positions were reversed. Felt fucking amazing, it did. As creepily flexible as ever, that leg kept going, pulling up and hooking around the arm Eridan had rooted in the mattress.]
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He came with a choked whine, quiet as he always at the end, when there wasn't enough air to keep his lungs full and his mind was too busy processing pleasure to bother with anything else. He collapsed into Gamzee's body like a boneless heap of pleasure-drunk nerve-endings and hopelessly filthy skin. He moaned quietly, utterly undone, but still holding onto that horn. It wasn't a possessive grip, though. It was the reassurance that he wasn't alone, the certainty that he wouldn't let go.
He was so many marvelously hideous things, and no one but Gamzee would ever know.]
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[Gamzee mumbled little encouraging noises as he felt Eridan getting closer, locking his leg around that arm and running his palms down the boy's back, coaxing him over the edge and enjoying the rippling tense of muscle as he finally did so. That sudden, forceful gasp made his skin prickle, and he dragged his hand gently across Eridan's back, shoulder, up to his neck to simply cradle his head there.
Gamzee's own body tensed involuntarily as he felt himself being filled up, bending his legs and scrunching his toes even though there wasn't much pleasure left to be wrung out of him. A satisfied grunt forced its way out from between his lips, followed by a heavy sigh when Eridan settled against him, forcing him to get his leg out of there and shift it back down to tangle in the jadeblood's.
He could feel his heart pounding, slow and hard against his chest, against Eridan. The hand curled around his horn kept him here, kept him safe. It kind of scared him to think about, but as long as Eridan was holding on like that, it meant he wanted him here. It meant that Gamzee didn't have to go just yet. It meant that, right now, he wasn't alone, either.]
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[Eridan's voice was little more than a hoarse, tiny whisper against Gamzee's throat. His eyes remained stubbornly closed, and he refused to move even an inch off his comfortable spot.]
Positively hideous, I just wanted a shower.
[He peppered tiny kisses on the skin under his lips, smiling stubbornly.]
I love you.
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He was about to form a quick retort of his own, honest, but then little points of warmth were blooming against his throat, kind and loving and not at all like the ravenous, lust-driven bites from before. Gamzee could feel his eyes droop at that tender heat, nuzzling his hand gently against Eridan's face and neck and losing himself in deep, drowning adoration.
The most common of phrases, the most heavy. One he hadn't heard nearly enough in his life, and one that could send him into a mess of nerves and ecstasy and terror and delight all at once. And it'd been a long while, and he'd heard it more and more, but when there was no other context but that, it was hard to escape the rush of feelings that usually were pretty good about not accompanying it.
Gamzee's eyes fell closed and his smile dwindled, letting a shaky, small breath out of his nose. Eridan knew what it used to do to him - he wondered if the boy knew exactly what it still made him feel. What Eridan made him feel.
He paused to make sure that hand was still around his horn.]
I love you too, Eridan.
[He almost shuddered the response out, even going so far as to use Eridan's actual name instead of some inane moniker. Thankfully, he held on to some control by concentrating on circling his arms back around the boy, pulling him up just a bit more so Gamzee could feel his head in the crook of his neck.
He buried his face into that normally slicked-back hair, now tousled from the water and their motions, hoping to hide his burning face in it. It was times like these that he wanted his paint back on.]
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Eridan rumbled contently into his neck, pliant. It should scare him, probably, how much he was willing to do if Gamzee asked him to. Then again, was it really that surprising? He was much the same about Feferi. Maybe he was just destined to give in to anything his quadrantmates wanted. He let Gamzee shift him about with the same ease he let Gamzee talk him into the strangest things, willing to bend and twist so long as he was happy.
His toes curl a little at the sound of his name, and the only point of tension in his entire body was his shoulder, because he still refused to let go of that horn. The rest of him was pliable and willing to go wherever Gamzee saw fit. He was getting drowsy, exhaustion catching up with him and muddling up his brain. Eyes closed, he offered a pity-filled smile.]
Love you lots, felt like reminding you.
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Of course, these thoughts weren't as streamlined in his brain. He didn't know how to express them, and he didn't even really understand the extent of these feelings. Only that he didn't feel like he was doing enough, and he didn't know how to do what he wanted so badly to do.
But then he saw him like this - so seemingly content and comfortable, giving Gamzee a look he treasured. A look he knew was meant only for him, and it made him feel safe. Infinitely happy, infinitely loved and infinitely whole. He dipped his head down to kiss the exposed edges of Eridan's lips, pressing against them so gently with his own. The air between them was warm, it smelled of them both and tasted of Eridan and felt like a dream because the edges around them suddenly seemed very blurred, and Eridan's lips were soft... always so soft... against his. And he didn't want to move at all.]
Love you what's even more, my starshine. So much motherfucking more.
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He was safe there, lying in a tangled mess of limbs, exhausted and content. And nothing outside the room seemed to matter much at all. Gamzee held him and loved him and for a few precious moments, everything was alright. Everything was fine. He made peace with himself because it was impossible not to, with the highblood tangling his fingers in his hair, his lips on his, his words curling lazily inside his skull. It wouldn't last, though, because it never did. At some point, it would all dissipate like wisps of smoke in the wind, and reality would settle back in. Eridan would remember and Eridan would mourn and Eridan would move on, always forward, never look back.
But he liked to think it was these moments that gave him the strength to go on. That there was a meaning and a purpose to everything that happened and that it'd eventually be alright. At some point it would be over. And then he would be able to just... fall into the arms of those he loved the most, penitence fulfilled. He shifted just enough to be comfortable, curling up against Gamzee's body.]
...thank you.
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And then he would wait.
He would wait and stare and mourn for him, not knowing if he would return for him, not knowing if he'd done something wrong. But... Eridan wouldn't do that. He wouldn't. He couldn't. Gamzee's arms tightened their hold, clutching almost as possessively to Eridan as Eridan had gripped his horn. They needed each other. They needed each other so badly that it was hurting them, neither quite aware of how much it was affecting the other.
Gamzee didn't want that fear, that dread, to plague this perfect moment. But it was always there, lurking like a being truly detestable, scratching around the depths of his pan to remind him that there was in him a fatal flaw. Something unknown that was wrong with him that had made him unwanted by everything he'd ever tried to love, and he truly feared the day Eridan would discover what it was. For now he would give and give, everything he had until he had nothing left, anything he could do to make the boy want to stay with him, because being left behind again would shatter him.]
Thank you, sweetest of jades. You all got any idea what you're to be fuckin' meaning to me?
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[Eridan smiled against Gamzee's skin, wallowing in the strange sensation of being wanted and loved and cherished. Most of all, forgiven. So at some point his brain will kick back and reboot and he'll remember Gamzee probably forgives him because Gamzee has never really seen the hideousness he's truly committed. That even though he's told him, he'll never be able to show him and truly make him understand. But here and now it didn't matter. Here and now he basked in it, the sweet words and the gentle hands and the precise tone of Gamzee's voice when he was quiet and soft and perfect. It was only in the spirit of such feelings that he could say something like this:]
Tell me anyway?
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[That felt good to hear. Gamzee was glad he'd been able to show him how much he adored him, at least even a little. Fuck, that sounded creepy. He was probably coming on a little too strong. Oh, God, who the fuck was he kidding, he always came on a little too strong.
He snickered quietly at that, nuzzling his nose and lips against Eridan's some more.]
You sure you all be wanting to get your hear on of this shit? Noise gets all motherfucking sorts of crazy sloppy once it gets all fuckin' started. Ain't too easy to shut it the fuck off once it start, neither.
[He was keeping himself afloat by making light of his feelings. Because honestly, he wasn't one to dwell. He really wasn't. There were some parts of him that wouldn't stay down, couldn't be ignored, but along with that was the Gamzee he was, the Gamzee he wanted to be and the one he presented as fact because it was fact. The stupid, silly little clown chock full of impulsive snuggles and honks. There's a darkness in everyone, but it's their own choice whether or not they want to let it define them, and he sure as hell didn't want to give his the time of fucking day.]
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Lay it on me, bro, I can take it.
[He could. And if he couldn't, he'd make himself able to. It was just the way things went.]
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[Oh. Oh, good. Now was a great time to lose face. Yeah, real helpful. He hadn't actually thought of what he was going to say, so he stumbled for a second, concentrating on those gentle movements against his cheek and letting them guide his mind back to where he'd started.
It probably was for the best that he hadn't planned anything out, because that wasn't how he rolled, anyway. Better to have the feelings come right from your pusher than from your pan. He brought his eyes up slowly to meet that adoring gaze, and suddenly he felt that all of the things he'd been keeping to himself this whole time, well, it had been very unlike him. He should have been telling Eridan everything whenever he felt it, lest the boy believe Gamzee's feelings didn't run as deep as they actually did.]
Like... the way you all be lookin' at me like what's the fuck right now?
[He paused briefly, bringing a hand to Eridan's face and running a cool thumb over his forehead, down his temple.]
Ain't never all had a motherfucker to be goin' up and all gettin' their glancing on at me in like, such a motherfucking fashion. An' I know you're all to be knowing that wicked shit already, but...
[He paused again, but no action punctuated this silence.]
...but it gets a brother to feel real nice when he ain't ever was to be motherfucking thinking no one was all ever going to be lookin' at him in a way like that.
[His eyes flicked down sheepishly for just a second, then came right back to Eridan's. Yeah, that felt a little hard to admit, but it wasn't terrible. He'd plow through it.]
So like, when I all was first to be fallin' all lugbone-perpendicular-to-motherfucking-footsleeves for you, not that I've been ever too motherfucking keen on getting the mystical wear on of motherfuckers like those or nothing, but, uh...
[Oh fuck, oh fuck, what was he saying, again...? He took an exasperated breath in, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead to Eridan's.]
I was scared you weren't all gonna love me back. 'Cause no motherfucker ever does the shit that way when Gamzee gets his fuckin' pity on all hard for 'em. But you just been so fuckin' kind to me, Jadebro. Like you all really pity me and shit. And like, to all have someone who's at being the stars and moons in your motherfucking world be all actin' like you might be what's the same in theirs...
[He smiled gently. It was hardly a good explanation of his deepest and purest of devotions, but it managed to scratch the surface.]
it feels like maybe I got the most motherfucking precious thing I all could ever be hoping to fuckin' finding, it fuckin' does.
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I was terrified.
[His voice was small and hoarse and barely above a stolen whisper.]
I was so terrified. You were the single most pitiful troll I've ever met, Gamzee. You still are. And I love you so much and what if I fucked it up. What if I was wrong and I ruined everything and made you hate me? I don't have it in me to hate you, not that way, not any way.
[He swallowed hard again, shivering.]
What if I was just imagining things, what if you didn't really pity me and were just being nice and I was just... just making up things that weren't really there.
[He leaned in to press a soft kiss to the corner of Gamzee's mouth.]
Maybe you're not my moons and my stars, but you're my sun. So bright and warm and mine.
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They was never not there, brother. Them pity feelings, I fuckin' mean. For you. Always had 'em, even if I wasn't to all fuckin' be gettin' my understand on of them proper. I like being yours.
[He smiled, laughing a little to himself because damn he really never could understand his feelings. Who he was flushed for, who he was pale for; he was pretty sure he'd never had any black feelings, but who the hell really knew? Until, you know, now, when he was absolutely smitten. It was hard to be confused until someone reciprocated. To not know if your heart was hurting or if it actually wasn't, or if it was even justifiable to feel that way at all.
But, he didn't have to worry about that anymore. And that's why he felt it might be okay now, to laugh at it.]
You ain't got to worry, not at all. Nothing you all do is gonna ever make me wanna get my motherfucking split on from you. Ever.
[That felt a little overwhelming. Maybe he should have toned it down a little.]
I never seen you fuck the shit all up like you're always to be saying you do, but even if you all get at doing the biggest motherfucking fuck up anyone's all ever got their wicked sights on of...
[He returned that kiss. They were a mess of kisses, back and forth with those innocent things.]
Even if that happens, this motherfucker ain't ever gonna stop getting his pity on at you. I'm always gonna be right motherfucking by you, bro. 'Cause it's all where I motherfucking belong.
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