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[blueberrysquire]

rocket artists. It is your time to shine.

...in december-

[chl03ph0b1a]

oh. my. GOD

GUYS SHE FOLLOWED ME

RFH FOLLOWED ME

[raccoonfallsharder]

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[ixpv]

Emilia from "Redfir Hills"

[izhunny]

😒

😕

I want 1(one) cigarette before i call it a day and dive face first into bed and blissful unconsciousness but i really do NOT want to deal with my roomates

oh fuck it I'll just put in earphones and pretend I'm listening to something so they don't talk to me

[whitedragoncoranth]

Female Reader/Sick!Rocket Fluff

... that when he was sick, rather than going to the other Guardians, he comes to you; it's to your quarters he comes. You remember him near falling out of a duct onto your bed - you being startled awake - seeing his body soaked with sweat - when you touched him his small body was burning with fever.

... your touch, your comfort seemed to help; his shivering eased a little, inhaling great lungfuls of your scent helped more. Didn't matter whether you might get whatever he had - you tucked him into bed with you, petting him all over, murmuring soothingly as he babbled in his fever-delirium that he was sorry, so sorry, that he got you killed, Rocket Lylla Teefs Floor go now! Rocket Lylla Teefs Floor go now!

... cold compress on his furry head as he cries, shivering, shivering as you share breath with him. Later, soothing medicine and easily made foods gentle on his system - soups, delicious meat broths - seem to help and ease his symptoms. When he's lucid he apologizes profusely for all the trouble - but the fact that he even does that just makes you sad and you shush him gently.

When the fever breaks and he recovers - of course it was the damn flu, even out in space, it seems - it doesn't stop. The half-lie of doing maintenance on the ship sees him make your quarters a little bigger to accommodate a small workbench, a slightly bigger bed. You're the only one he trusts so closely, so intimately. He appreciates it deeply when you 'bring him up' from a nightmare, your voice instructing him to count his breaths, soothingly telling him where he is, that he's safe.

You can pet him, too - but only because it's you - the baby raccoon in him whimpers and luxuriates in the love of new mama while outside his eyes grow misty, body turning this way and that way; he's awed as you touch, stroke, and caress every part of him, every awful bolt and screw, every implant in his back and front. Touch without pain.

He snuffles in a sob when you shower with him of a morning unafraid of his body, little cries falling from him as you massage away tension in his back shoulders, and joints he wasn't aware he was carrying. It was touch without pain, again, when you dried him with the thickest fluffiest towel, then when you gently stroked his fur, brushed and groomed him after he was dry, washed his face, gently wiped around his eyes with a soft, warm wash cloth in the morning. As you touch him, he touches you, always touches you, too, now, roving over your skin with his sensitive paws, unconsciously holding two of your fingers in a little pawhand when he can, so he doesn't wake up one day and you're not there.

Around the others he keeps it hidden with cold, snarling indifference - oh, he has to be with you at all times cos you're a soft snowflake who can't look after yerself worth a damn - but you know he loves you; he truly does. When the others aren't around it's the way his eyes light up, the subtle wag of his beautiful ringtail, the near subsonic purr, the want for your hand atop his head or scratching behind his ears. The nosing and nuzzling that tickles and makes you laugh, flarkin' music that he wants to hear again and again. Deep inside him, baby raccoon calls to you. Outside, happy and healthy - with a wag of his tail as you pass by - Rocket quietly makes the same sound.

[glow-autumz]

Everyday when I get home from work I snuggle under the blankets, whip out my phone, giggle and kick my feet as I scroll through the 20+ works by @raccoonfallsharder on AO3, just wondering which one I'll reread. I just lay there, giggling like I've got a HUGE crush, ready to dive in and reread another story like, ten thousand times.

[lilfoxay]

So... what if I posted an out-of-context bit of a story from like a year ago that I still haven't finished? Without any warning or explanation? I haven't like... revised it even. And it's bad because I sucked a year ago (just kidding, I'm working on the negative self-talk). It is edgy, it is about angels and shit, I am living my middle school power self-insert fantasies and the only person who can stop me is me when I regret posting this immediately after I hit the button. It's below the cut :P

“Unimportant. Why isn’t their soul out yet?”

“Complications,” Oxy walked forward to stand next to the mortician, as both of them studied me closely. I averted my gaze, and quickly found the floor to be a point of interest. “Their soul fights back.”

“Fights back?”

“Happens very rarely, only with the–”

“Souls of angels,” The room filled with an oppressive silence as all three of us pondered the situation we were in. However, I felt pitifully out of the loop. “Is there any chance we could still try?”

“Yes. But neither of us will like what we see, or what they’ll do to us when they get their memories back.”

“We can handle one bird-brain.”

“I’d be offended, but there’s no time,” The mortician cupped their hands around Oxy’s, and soon they both wore blue, crackling spectral gloves tipped with gleaming claws. “On three,” With a grim nod, Oxy plunged their claws into my chest, and the cold feeling spread throughout my body once more. The mortician stepped up next to Oxy, and both their claws now anchored themselves into a part of me I did not know existed. “One,” Both of them shifted their stance. “Two,” The claws hummed louder, and the otherworldly sparking increased in frequency, leaving the room aglow in a pale blue light. “Three!” With a heave, they both tumbled backward onto the floor, pulling me out of my body as they went. Pulling… us… out of our body. I was bent over the steel table, the claws still embedded deep within my torso. Hands that weren’t mine tried to grip their arms and yanked me free, only to pass through them uselessly. Voices that were never my own cried out from my mouth in a cacophony of shouting and sobbing and begging and suffering. I saw through dozens of eyes. I grasped and tugged desperately at the clothes of those who had rent me from my body with a sickly number of hands to no avail. I towered above them, my head scraping the ceiling of a room that even they could not reach. As they both stood, unflinching as the hands attempted to pull them towards us, I could barely think over the storm of screams in my head.

I could not see my reflection. Oxeleure and the mortician’s eyes remained hidden from my view. The room had no mirrors. The metal on the table before me was dull and dirty, but it was better that way. What little I could see of myself, the reactions and body language of those who stood before me, they were enough.

I was a monster.

And yet they did not hesitate.

“The table! Hurry!” shouted the mortician as they dug their spectral claws into one of my arms.

“No need to tell me twice, I’m not an idiot.” Oxeleure soon followed suit, and with a snarl they dragged me down and onto the table. They fastened the shackles around one set of my arms and my ankles, as the rest of my limbs punched and clawed at them in retaliation.

“Jonas, get in here! Bring the potions!”

“What’s the hurry, I thought you were a profe- holy shit!” All of my eyes stared back at them as I struggled against my binds, my many arms uselessly passing through anything I tried to touch.

“Just shut up and get the potions to the body! I don’t know how long these binds can hold something like this!” Rushing forward with an armful of bottles, Jonas let them fall at my body’s feet as they tilted my head back. Cracking open three of the narrow vials, they balanced them in my mouth and pulled two handfuls of needles from their apron’s pockets. Disembodied golden hands, shining with the same energy as the orbs that had healed me, appeared around them and grasped the needles, urgently opening the rest of the vials and collecting as much of the green liquid as each could hold. I watched as they jabbed the needles into my neck, my arms, my legs, and even a few in my heart. I could see my neck turning pink as the liquid from the bottles in my mouth ran down my throat and seemingly brought my body back to life, without me in it. One of my hands once again tried to go for Oxeleure, grasping at their forearm. This time, it connected. They tried to wrench away from my grip as my other hands lurched greedily towards any hope of freedom.

“Uh, Circe, what does it mean when it stops phasing through objects?” The mortician slowly turned to see, as if scared to confront the reality of the situation.

“Thought you would know that by now like you seem to know everything else. It means we’re running out of time. Prepare to move the spirit,” They deftly dodged my arm’s pathetic attempt to claw at them. “Jonas, is the body ready?”

“Yeah, yeah. About as ready as it’ll ever be,” They turned to the mortician, their eyes glowing suns against the sickly blue hue that filled the room. “Tell me when.” The mortician and Oxeleure dug their claws into the pair of shoulders closest to my head, tensing their muscles in preparation.

“Okay in three, two, one…” The shackles flew open, their runes extinguishing, “NOW!” They both yanked me up from the table, hurling me towards the body as the golden hands injected the rest of the potions into my corpse. Against my will, my many sets of arms braced themselves against the chair and pushed back. The golden hands let the needles clatter to the floor as the blue energy coursed around them. Growing claws of their own, they burrowed deep into my bones and my chest, and I felt my hands slip through the chair as I screamed in agony. With a heave, Jonas, Oxeleure, and the mortician finally shoved my spirit back into my body. The glow from my own soul vanished, as well as the light from the claws and spiritual hands, as they all fell to the floor in exhausted silence.

“Swear to God… if you die after all this shit we just went through…” Jonas growled between gasps. Sharing their sentiment, Oxeleure crawled forward and clasped my leg. It was almost as if the sudden ‘attack’ scared me back to life. I lurched forward, gasping and panting and coughing and living for the first time in days. The mortician recovered the fastest, getting to their feet and dusting off their clothes. I felt firmly rooted in my own body once again, and for the first time, started being able to register the details of my surroundings.

[raccoonfallsharder]

just in case anyone’s curious ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

Reblog if you are a fanfiction author and would like your readers to put one of your fic titles in your ask + questions about it

[chl03ph0b1a]

happy belated birfday @raccoonfallsharder

i fell asleep before I could post abt it so happy birthday you are so awesome sauce I hope you have an amazing day

[whitedragoncoranth]

By Three...

.... Early morning on Knowhere, not quite time to get up yet, as the station's night-cycle hasn't yet turned to artificial daylight. The small apartment where you and Rocket live together is still made dim by the soft velvet purples of the station's night-lighting; you and he lazily drifting in and out of sleep. You're petting him, of course - you're the only one he allows to do so - far less nightmares and more sleep-filled nights for him and you, that way.

It's as you scratch under his chin... that he traps your questing fingers in his mouth biting gently, not breaking the skin, just a soft, gentle teething, then suckling as he p-u-u-u-r-r-r-r-s, Drax and Quill's jokes about using him to power the Milano coming full-force to the fore-front of your mind, as his purring is loud, the rumbling of a healthy engine idling, filling in the silence of the room.

The precious bebe in him must be dreaming, you think, doing your best not to laugh aloud lest you disturb and wake him. Curiously, the amazing being the asshole known as the High Evolutionary created seems to almost possess three personalities. There's the snarky, foul-mouthed Rocket, the "surface" Rocket; the being you know and love when he's fully awake. Then, there's the "child" Rocket, coming to the fore when he's alone with you, the one responsible for the nuzzling, nosing, cuddling, and snuggling Rocket seems to do when he's alone with you, bringing about your musical laughter and squeals, yet always looking at you as if to ask, 'Can I do this? Is this okay?'

The "child" never emerges fully--you suspect that if he did, there would be a lot of grief and tears as it was "child" who witnessed the death of his beloved friends; "surface" Rocket keeps him mostly reined in, and yet he's there; it's the way his eyes light up, the wag of his ringtail, the spring in his step when he wants to show you something new he's made, talking to you a million miles a minute even though you don't really understand half of what he's saying when he's showing you his latest weapon, explosive, or other invention.

And lastly... there's the younger, yet much, much older Rocket who emerges between the hours of dusk and dawn. Primal Rocket. Base animal Rocket. The persona you've taken to calling precious baby. Baby doesn't speak - you don't think he can - but he nip-nip-nippy-nips and lick-licks at your neck until you pet and pet and pet him, purring or trilling softly to you; he's the one emerged right now, chewing and suckling gently on your fingers when you scratched him under the chin, the one who lays with his head 'tween your breasts, looking at you with innocence as he soaks up your touch, pawing at your hand or nosing into your cleavage if you stop, making you laugh, drawing forth his own chitter.

You wonder privately to yourself if the three will ever become one... but even if they don't, or if his mind fractures further, he is Rocket, and no matter what happens, you'll always love and adore him. "By three he is Rocket. By three his heart opens. By your love willing he is called home. Your dearly beloved, Rocket Raccoon."

[somewhereinthewoodsalone]

🌞 RUNNING FROM HEAVEN GUIDE 🌚

(Heavily inspired by @strawbubbysugar 's So(u)l AU! Go check it out, it's amazing!!!)

So I'm making a FNAF Sun and Moon AU! It's called Running From Heaven (RFH) :3 I haven't drawn their refs yet though-- Here's some lore lol (under cut):

Sun and Moon are gods in a realm generally referred to as Heaven (being someone with no religion, this is my own thingie, not the Christian idea of heaven). A bunch of mysterious gods live there, watching over the mortal realm. But all these gods are ruled by the ultimate god: the King. But the King has a dark secret, the reason why he rules the other gods. Sun and Moon accidentally discovered this secret, reading it in one of his books. Even though they didn't understand what it was, the King sent his guards after them, wanting to capture them so he could lock them away, along with any trace of the truth. In their frantic escape, Moon chose to /break out of Heaven/, and into the mortal realm. Meanwhile, Comet (basically Y/N if I make this into a real fanfic, Comet is the nickname Sun and Moon give them) lives in the simple town; Rose Hills. It's not very big, and it is quite simple, but it's a happy, warm, /normal/ little town. Comet has two close friends: Inspector Alex, an assistant inspector from a nearby big city, who was stationed in Rose Hills to help the local police force. He usually appears to be sort of jittery, a sign of the anxiety he has, which he is desperate to hide. Comet's other friend is a poet named Brooks. Brooks loves making poems about nature. He loves animals, and is a generally calm and collected person. He has lived in Rose Hills for his whole life. But on a seemingly normal day, while Comet, Alex, and Brooks were hanging out in Comet's backyard, a creature crashed into the backyard. A creature like nothing that they had ever seen before. Little did they know that it was Sun and Moon. After some shrieking, panic attacks from both sides, and outright chaos, they called down enough to all go into Comet's house and talk things out. Sun and Moon explained where they were from and how they got to here, and Comet, Alex, and Brooks told them about Rose Hills. Later, the trio agreed to keep Sun and Moon a secret from the rest of the town, which Sun and Moon promptly agreed to. But what will happen next? Can they peacefully go on with their lives, even during all this crap? If I actually write this, we will see…

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Facts about the AU: -If they really want to, Sun can come out when it's dark, and Moon can come out when it's bright -Alex is based off a character from Detective Conan (not telling you which one >:D) -Brooks is a poet OC I made because I got Poet on that Soldier Poet King quiz -Alex has atychiphobia (fear of failure) and monophobia (fear of being alone) -I was listening to the song The Maze by Neovaii while making this AU, so that song might as well be the 'theme song' of the AU lol

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That's it for now! :3 If I make the ref sheets, I'll post it on here!

[whitedragoncoranth]

You're Just Purring...

"Your hands had been so warm that even all the metal plates and bolts deep inside had suddenly felt like a part of him — had suddenly matched his own body temperature — every piece slotting together inside him with a rightness he’d never known before. The air in his lungs had turned into little pearls and gemstones, spilling up into his throat like jewelled gravel. He’d made a noise — some kind of rumble — and it had startled him until your hands had soothed over him again and you’d whispered something that had sounded like you’re just purring."--From "Home", by Raccoon Falls Harder. 

[raccoonfallsharder]

Suggestion: Rocket doing a heist but he's the femme fatale in a cocktail dress instead of the besuited mastermind

BRILLIANT suggestion nonnie, A+++ galaxy-brain idea, grateful forever for this ask, may your skin be forever flawless and your bank account forever bottomless. just between you & me tho, rocket’s a little insulted at the implication that he can’t be both simultaneoustically.

to be honest he was really excited when one of the avengers mentioned a “time heist.” when he saw the quantum-uniform design he was like “what the fuck. terrans are so frickin boring”

eat your heart out, otta spice

imma be honest tho if you’re trying to mastermind a heist and this raccoon comes up to you all sultry and seductive and maybe brushing his tail lingeringly along your inner wrist, the heist’s in trouble

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[whitedragoncoranth]

The Great Reading...

It was Rocket Strange who greeted Rocket the Grey at the Doors.

"You're late!" the orange-robed, cyan-cloaked son of the Sorcerer Supreme snarked.

Clad in his grey hat and robes, Rocket the Grey took a puff from his pipe then cheekily replied, "A Wizard is never late, Mr. Strange. He arrives precisely when he means to!"

For a moment, the two looked at each other--and then, a little teary-eyed, they embraced! "Err... am I late? They haven't started the Reading, yet, have they?" the Grey Raccoon asked, worriedly.

"Oh, nah," Rocket Strange answered, nuzzling the apprentice of Mithrandir, "but you're the last to come here. So many made it tonight, come on!"

With that, the two opened the Doors and stepped into a titanic Colosseum that was full of... Rockets! Thousands upon thousands of Rockets from all walks of life, albeit they were mostly kind and good; those who were too cruel or were slavering beasts from the darkest of worlds weren't allowed here.

Thousands of Rockets, many accompanied by a Lylla or their Humies, but also many without. Jedi Rockets; Wizard Rockets; a Maori Chief Rocket and his Uplifted Racccoon Tribe; Purely organic or machine Rockets and all in between; a Rocket and Lylla who were ghosts united, a Rocket and Lylla whom were living stars; Time Lord Rocket and Time Lady Lylla; Rocket Knight and with him Kitt, the TransAm in a Berth at his side; Honourable Pirate Lord Rocket, and with him Pirate Queen Lylla; Egyptian Pharoah Amun-Ro-Khet I, his Queen Lylla, and his Terran Attendants; Rocket Raccoon but with him a Peter Quill who was also a raccoon; Native American Shaman Rocket the Medicine Raccoon with his Uplifted Raccoon Village... and on, and on, and on...

High above, upon a throne of metal - clad in purple armour and helm to contain the mighty Power Cosmic - Great Procyon ROCKETUS the Life-Bringer, the Creator of Worlds, banged his Staff upon the stone floor. "CALLING FOR SILENCE!' he boomed. "SILENCE, PLEASE!" When the noise of the great Colosseum hushed, Great Procyon Rocketus continued, softer, "Tonight's Reading is about to Commence, and it concerns one Terran Human we all know by the pseudonym... Raccoon Falls Harder..."

Almost immediately, utterly joyous cheering was heard as the Rocket Collective clapped, stomped their feet, whooped and howled and raccoon-called with sheer joy! The Great Raccoon smiled, let it all continue for a moment--but then, he cracked his Staff upon the ground again, "Silence, silence please!" he commanded, and all complied. "This beloved Terran has written a new work." Reaching for a beautiful, illuminated manuscript scroll, the Great Procyon unrolled it. "It is titled simply, 'Machinery'. Let the Reading now Commence!"

The Colosseum quieted, and - drawing gently upon the Power Cosmic - Great Procyon Rocketus used it to create the eerie, disquieting sound of a mechanical heart, Ka-chunk-hnk. Ka-chunk-hnk. With this as ambience, he started to read aloud from the scroll, his audience listening, enraptured,

"'Rocket scrubs his knuckles against the fur and flesh that have grown over his metal sternum. His ribs strain like creaky bellows, lungs splitting and bruising against the bones...'"

Two extraordinary, captured rare images of Great Procyon Rocketus before his power accidentally burned out the camera. Images taken before he joined the Multiversal Gathering of Rockets. (All credit to original artist, you're amazing!)

[raccoonfallsharder]

I’m not ready for these yet but I’m reblogging now for future use + to share with friends! Will re-ost when requests are open (❛◡˂̵ ̑̑✧)

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150 Random Writing Prompts

There’s some fluff, some smut, some angst, and some funny prompts all mashed up from a bunch of prompt lists I’ve found. Absolutely none of these prompts came from me, I just threw a bunch of ones I liked together. 

“Come over here and make me.”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“I almost lost you.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Kiss me.”

“It could be worse.”

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“Just once.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“Wanna dance?”

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“You did all of this for me?”

“I swear it was an accident.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

“I fucking hate you”

“He’s dead, again.”

“It’s hard to get used to…” “what is?” “Being someone that someone cares for…”

“The first time you smiled it felt like the universe aligned.”

“It hurts…” “what?” “Loving someone who doesn’t love you…”

“Let me do this, please.”

you’re not as funny as you think you are

i’m just getting comfy

just because you can doesn’t mean you should

how don’t you know the difference between your left and right?

thank you for being in my life

text me when you’re home

you are such a nerd

why are you so cold?

stop laughing at me

you were put on this earth to give me a headache

you’re ticklish

can we go home yet?

you are a terrible influence

one of us is clearly smarter than the other

you need some sleep

how have you survived this long by yourself?

are you just quoting song lyrics?

i’m only here for the dog

sleep is for the weak

that was you?

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“What? I have never-”

“I do not have an answer for you.”

“In my defense, I really wanted to.”

“At least I didn’t break any laws.”

“What did you do this time?”

“How do we get out?”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Just marry me already.”

“Did I stutter?”

“Did I just say that out loud?”

“H-How long have you been standing there?”

“I’ve never felt this way before and I’m terrified to be honest.”

“Is that what you call an apology?”

“Is there anything you want to tell me?”

“Somebody’s in love!”

“Can I hold your hand?”

“There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person.”

“I’m never leaving…I promise.”

“Uh, am I interrupting?”

“I like you, like like you like you.”

“Be my Valentine?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“God, I love you.”

“You’re so fucking cute.”

“Stop being a fucking prick.”

“Do you want me to stay?”

“You’re my everything.”

“I love seeing you smile.”

“i’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“ i can’t get enough of you.”

“i like being close to you. you’re warm.”

“i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know.”

“is this okay?”

“this is a one time thing.”

“you know where to find me.”

“you’re really good at that.”

“here’s my hotel room number.”

“don’t be shy now, sit on my face.”

“Wanna join?”

“Stop doing that”

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

“If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?”

“Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.”

“ i think i might be in some kind of love with you.”

“say you want me, and i’m yours.”

“you need a place to stay for the night”

“i want to taste you”

“i love it when you talk dirty

“if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god”

“if we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs”

“i don’t know what to do” “then let me teach you”

“i forgot my towel”

“this feels dirty” “that’s because it is”

“don’t cover you’re face, i want to see you”

“are you sure about this?”

“ive never wanted to fuck someone as badly as i want to fuck you rn”

“do you want help with that?”

“im going to fuck you until you forget that assholes name”

“bend over the desk love”

“is that my shirt?”

“my mother adores you.”

“is that a drawing of me?”

“i didn’t mean to say that but yeah, i love you.”

“i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.”

“stop looking at me like that!”

“i didn’t know you could sing.”

“you weren’t supposed to hear that!”

“you wrote me a song?”

“i’m not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand.”

“this isn’t adrenaline, i want to spend my life with you.”

“do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

“Take my jacket, it’s cold”

“My friends get annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes”

“I’m not going anywhere”

“fuck you.” - “when?”

“no one’s ever made me feel like this.”

“here, let me help you.”

“we’re quite literally fugitives of the state.” - “so no pizza?”

“you’re insane.” - “people keep telling me that.”

“you’re pretty.” - “you’re drunk.”

“i told you i’d come home to you.”

“i’ll keep you safe.”

“i’ll spend a thousand lifetimes coming back to you.”

“i didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

“please never stop smiling.”

“Touch yourself for me.”

“Shut up and take your pants off.”

“Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?”

“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.”

“How are you this perfect?”

“I’ve waited so long for this.”

“Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Could he make you feel as good as i do?”

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

“Just let me finish this/this level and I swear ill go down on you until you cum at least three times.”

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”

“Were you just masturbating?” “U-uh..no, I was just..” “Want some help?”

“Tell me again.”

“I really want to kiss you right now.” “Then do it.”

“I don’t care what you do just fuck me.”

“Stop distracting me.”