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I need 40 fanfics on my plate hot and ready only the finest of dining can satisfy my hunger!!

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Jashtober day 2: Astral

He laid there staring at the sky. He remembered how the stars shined brightly at the beginning. Back then he was so hopeful. He had dreamed of being special. But now the stars have dimmed. The shades of greens and blues have darkened. What went wrong? He didn’t really know, but he knew what he had to do. He knew they needed to try again.

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Honestly I feel the same. And what else can he even do with them? We know everything. The only thing left is if they break the loop, but then they’d probably just die.

would it be mean to say that i hope cj doesnt do anymore cccc/hms songs? i feel like it would really limit his creativity... i dont know him (obviously) but he seems like the type of guy who would not enjoy doing something just because the fans want it

plus dude dedicated 20+ songs to them so maybe they should be retired (this is not me saying "boo hms suck shut up about them". songs are still bangers and i still like the characters 🙏🏽)

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Mind in StAAS always looks like I kicked his sandcastle or hes about to kick over mine

Like what is ur deal dude

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This did actually get me for a second

Omg y’alls!!

CCCC Vol. 2 just came out totally real!! 3 am!! Super real not clickbait!! (Gone wrong)

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i need them biblically. at the same time. until the bed breaks. until i can’t see straight.

gif by : @icaxrus

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Heart is left handed.

Left handed people are seen as bad and he kinda manipulated. Left handed people use their right side of their brain (and Bo told me in a song once that the right side is more emotional).

Mind is right handed. He used the left side of his brain (the logical side). He would be better at math and science. Would most likely make fun of Heart for left handed struggles like using scissors.

Soul uses both hands. Since he’s like a mixture of the two. Plus he plays the piano so it helps. He would get the logical side and the emotional side. Plus these people have a higher rate of metal disorders and we all know he’s not in the right mental place.

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When she left me for dead I was so mad I went back and let Jack kill her

I'd boot this bastard so hard in the balls the next three generations of his family would feel it.

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Are you ever gonna finish the kinktober?

Maybe idk. I have half of them half written as drafts but never get the urge to finish them. I might make it just normal oneshotes and no kinktober.

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This is so me

Valentine’s Day tomorrow? I don’t need a Valentine I have my delusions to keep me company GET OVER HERE REN HANA FROM BTD

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I am hearing you out

ID LOVE THIS

listen, listen hear me out

Chonny's charming chaos compendium x reader or just headcanons of them...

look I love those four, please hear me out...

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meow

That’s what I’m saying

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How much to hit it? 😁

If you could ask Z a question.... what would it be? 👀

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Smut with a polyamorous relationship 😐 ok then

tag your results!

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Working on my Micheal costume for Halloween. Painting the horns and tail pice.

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Kinktober day 3. Bootworship

Strade x gender neutral reader

Trigger warning: kidnapping, dehumanization, noncon/dubcon, google translated German, petplay, collaring and leashes

I looked up at him as he yanked on the leash. The collar around my neck, meant for a large dog and not a human, already starting to leave bruises on my neck. My arms strained as he pulled me against the rope.

"Good little Maus" He pulled more on the leash making it difficult to breathe. "Keep being a good little Maus ok?" His sadistic smile never left his face. He loosened his grip on the leash, causing some of it to fall to the floor. I sigh, having the ability to breathe somewhat normal again.

Suddenly, he stomps on the leash. My head falls almost hitting the floor, my arms straining even more than before. My face is face to face with his boot. I couldn't move, I could only look at it.

"It's been a while since I got my boots cleaned. You wouldn't mind helping me would you?"

"w-what?"

"Let me be more clear Liebling," He got off the leash and crouched down to my level, "Clean. My. Boots."

I look at him confused and scared. What did he mean? I don't know how to clean boots, especially when I'm tied to a damn poll. "H-how?"

He stood back.

"With your mouth."

I look back at his boots. With my mouth? He wants me to clean his bloodstained, and who knows what else is on them, with my mouth?

"Go on"

What do I do? Do I lick his boots, or do I take whatever torture plan he has? I could feel him slightly tug on the leash. Get a disease or die a slow, painful death? Neither sounds fun but one definitely sounds better.

I stick my tongue out and lick the boot. It tasted dusty, metallically, and overall gross. But I didn't stop. I keep licking the toe on his boot.

"Good Maus, good little Maus. Keep going."

I lick the sides of his boot. It doesn't clean them, just makes it wet. I couldn't see his face, I didn't want to see his face. This is embarrassing.

He tugs on the leash causing my head to move away from the boot. I yelp as I get pulled back to look up at him. "You did such a good job, Liebling too bad they'll just have to get dirty again. He moved closer, moving his foot between my legs. "You don't mind helping with that either do you?" He slides it to my crouch.

"Go on little Maus, dirty them." He keeps a tight grip so I can't look away from him. My face goes red with embarrassment. I slowly start to grind on the boot. It felt rough and still damp. But what I hated the most about it, was it felt pleaserful. We just kept making eye contact as I slowly grinded against his boot.

"Look at you, falling apart on my boot. Such a slutty little maus." I felt embarrassed, but soon the feeling went down lower. Making me speed up. I keep grinding like some kind of dog in heat. He grinds at my quiet moans.

I speed up as I feel myself coming undone. It doesn't take long before I cum all over the boot. I stop grinding and just look at him panting.

"Oh what a mess. Clean it up"

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Kinktober day 2. Titfucking

Strade x big boobed fem reader

Trigger warning: Blood, sadism, Strade himself, knife, kidnapping, google translated German

"Guten Morgen kleine Maus"

I look up at him straining my neck. It's been three days since I've been tied up in this hell hole of a basement.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" He laughed to himself as he turned to the workbench. "What today, what today? Any ideas Maus?" "Letting me out would be nice," I said. I could hear him laughing at my comment. He turned to me, leaning on the bench.

He just stared at me smiling before walking over and kneeling at my level. "Du bist einfach ein hübsches Ding, nicht wahr?" I just look at him confused. "Huh?"

"I have an idea on how to make you prettier." With that, he stood back up and grabbed something from the workbench.

I froze

In his hand

Was the large hunting knife

He walked up to me and crouched back down. He looked me up and down before settling on my chest. He twirled the knife in his hand before bringing it up to my chest. I held my breath as the knife went higher and higher, up to my neck.

"You're so cute when you're scared Liebling." He slid the knife from my neck to my shoulder. I could feel the blade graze me as he put it under my bra strap. He cut the strap and moved to cut the other. What was left of my bra fell down, revealing my chest.

"Now thats a sight."

He brought the knife back up to my chest smiling. I tried to move away from him, but I couldn't move far with my wrists tied to the pole. His smile widened as he saw me struggle.

He dragged the knife over my chest barely touching it. He slowly started to add more pressure. He slowly cuts deeper and deeper. I struggle against the restraints as tears run down my face.

He stopped near the underside of my boob. I cried as he just smiled at his work. Without warning he brought the knife to the other breast.

"No please stop!"

"bettel weiter" He said smiling as he repeated the process. I cried harder begging him to stop but he never did. He just kept cutting.

Finally, he stopped and stepped back. I just hung my head low and silently cried. He started to walk around me to the back. I tried moving away from him, whimpering in pain. He walked behind me and grabbed my hands. I gasped as I felt the knife go to my wrists. I tried to look at him but the pole blocked my view.

Suddenly I felt him cut the rope. I tried to move away but he kept his grip on my arms. I could feel the knife on the back of my neck.

"Dont"

I froze as he moved back in front of me. I looked up at him when I heard the sound of a zipper. He was still smiling as he pulled out his dick. I didn't move, I couldn't move.

"Come on Maus, get to work." I could hear the smugness in his voice.

I slowly reached up and grabbed it.

"No, not with your hands Liebling"

I let go and bring my hands to my boobs. I hiss in pain as I touch the cuts. I bring them up to his dick and start giving him a titjob. (To be honest, I don't know how to describe this) My blood was smearing all over him and dripping down his pants. I could hear his moans as I just cried in pain.

"Faster" He grabbed the back of my head tightly. I sped up, the pain becoming unbearable. After some time his moans became shakier and he gripped my head tighter.

He let out a loud groan as he came all over my chest, his cum mixing with my blood and getting into my cuts.

"mmmm good girl Liebling. But we're not done yet"