#edge writes

[raymans-hubby]

more suggestive Rayman x reader fic please!

Prison.

Desc: you and Rayman make out while in the Phantoms prison.

TW: VERY SUGGESTIVE.

You had found youself laying on an extremely uncomfortable bed, your back was aching. The room was made of cold, hard metal which made the entire room chilly.

Your body was dawned with Raymans bright purple hoodie. It was made by hand, with the most comfortable cloth.

But.. the thing you we're focused on was the man on top of you... Rayman. His tongue was caressing your mouth, and he was whimpering into your beck.

Ok.. so how did you end up in this situation?

The Phantom had trapped you and Rayman in a jail cell for a movie. Where Rabbid Mario and Rabbid Peach we're the main characters, attempting to save the both of you from the evils. However, he had genuinely trapped the both of you in a small cell.

He refused to let you two out, saying it would ruin the mood of the movie. Which made Rayman extremely pissy.

He banged against the metal bars, screaming.

"HEY! LET US OUT, BASTARD!" He yelled.

You sat on the bed nearby, watching your boyfriend be the most mad you have ever seen him. It scared you, quite honestly.

Your body then suddenly shivered violently, which caused Rayman to stop. He turned to face you, his eyes widening.

Rayman quickly rushed over to you, and he took off his hoodie to place it on you. The warmth was very comforting, you look up to thank him..

But you become speechless at the sight of his shirtless body..

He had a dad bod, but he was still muscular. Stretch marks dawned his stomach, the marks being a lighter color than his skin. His pecs were droopy, but that just made him even more attractive.

Your heart beat quickened. Damn.. he was hot!

Rayman looked down, his face now dawning a bright red colour.

"Yeah.. i know its not the hottest thing-"

"Youre the hottest person i have ever met.'

The both of you sit in silence, its deafening to your ears.

He then suddenly lifts you up, in a swift move. Rayman sits himself on the bed, placing you on his lab and he grabs your thighs.

"Is... is this ok..." He looks up at you sincerely, his love was very clear at this moment.

"Ye...yeah.." You avoid his gaze, but he makes your own fall on yours by grabbing your chin.

"ahh.. look at me.." He teased in a low voice, before leaning in and kissing your neck. His hot breath felt so good on your sensitive skin. His hands start to massage your thighs, trying to get a reaction out of your mouth.

And when he got what he wanted, a small wimpier, he smirked against the crook of your neck.

"Mmmhh... Yeah... Yeah.."

He then pinned you down to the bed and started to kiss you passionately. At first it was just his lips caressing yours, lingering lovingly.

After a few minutes, his rough tongue is seeking entrance into your jaw. You let him in, his tongue tasted of fruits and your eyes close shut once again.

You're so lost in his gentle caresses.. That you jolt when you feel his cool hand on the small of your back, and you pull away for a second.

"Mmmm.. Sorry hon.." He kisses your forehead, his lips drawing out on your forehead.

Yet, you let him knead your back, and he goes back to smooching your lips.

Suddenly, your make out session is disturbed by Rabbid Mario and Peach breaking into the cell.

"Dont worry! Rabbid Mario is here to save- ARE YOU HAVING-"

The red hatted Rabbit stopped in his tracks, his eyes widened.

"Oh- OH!" He covered his face with his giant mental hands, trying to avoid the situation in front of it.

Beep-o floated in soon after, his LED screen showing a concerned expression.

"WoooAAAAhhhh!"

Rabbid Peach took out her phone, and promptly took a picture.

"OMFG!!! RAYMAN IS IN LOVE WITH Y/N!!! #LOVE#LOVEISREAL#RAYMANISINLOVE!"

Raymans face was red as a beet, and he buried his face into your chest. You tried to comfort him, but then the Phantom came in.

"Ugh.. Who gave me the AWFUL idea of leaving the love birds be in a prison cel by themselves!"

Before Beep-o could respond, The Phantom cut him off.

"Ah... Thats right! Mine! My brilliant mind! Maybe i should question it more.."

----------

It was later in the night, you and Rayman cuddled in your shared hotel room. The bed was big and comfortable, the sheets being made out of the finest cloth.

However, your attention was the crying mess that was your boyfriend in your arms.

Rayman was whimpering loudly, he had gone non verbal due to all the overwhelming emotions. Being caught caused him to have a meltdown, all the eyes on him stressed him out too much.

"Shhh.. shhh.." You pat his head, your voice is soothing.. as not to upset him further, and it seemed to work.

His water filled eyes looked up at yours, a glint of happiness appearing in them.

"Tha-Thank you.."

"You're welcome.."

[iliothermia]

[jammed-out]

Hey if you're reading this right now, you should really think about touching yourself. Just a light little touch. Just enough to get you all worked up. Get that heat pooling between your legs. Get you all excited and worked up. Breathing heavy. Soft little moans. Dripping. Heart racing. Vision clouding. Mouth watering. Desperate. Needy. Aching.

Good. Now share this so everyone else can get all worked up too. And if you're really good, you'll keep touching, getting yourself all worked up. Because good edge sluts make more good edge sluts.

[xochimillilili]

Kinktober day 29: Edgeplay

It's so cute how pathetically desperate pups get when edged, all soft gasps and whimpers, so adorabley obedient and softly fuzzy brained. All fluff in their heads as they're given some good training.

It's so cute how whiny my pup gets when I'm stroking my cock right in front of them, kissing their soft lips with the precum coated tip of my cock, telling them all the ways I'd love to break them, how good I wanna make them feel. I adore how cutely they beg when I tell them to wait just a little longer, makes me wanna tie and strap some more toys onto them while their little puppy brain melts.

Come on puppyyy~ Keep going, I know you can, need you to be a cute blissed out little edge slut puppy for me a bit more. Awwww I know sweetie, I know, it's quite hard for such a little baby puppy... but how will you ever last long enough to take my knot then love? I want you to see the way I fuck and pop my aching knot into that tight little cunt of yours the whole way~

[spyderschaos]

Strong beautiful woman and her pathetic wet dog boyfriend

Red below cut

Chat draw your otp like this

[coziidoodles]

Reality Check

[lockandkeyblade]

Not so Fun Anymore

Gotham is good for a lot of reasons. Excessive amounts of death leading to a lot of ambient ectoplasm, a (mostly) quiet ghost population, and enough problems that Danny could have his slice of the Obsession with protection cake and eat it, too.

There's also Red Hood.

He's not exactly sure what the man is yet. Excessively Liminal or Revenant or some kind of halfa, but that is, admittedly, part of the attraction. Red Hood finds him when he's flying close to the roof tops of Crime Alley-- one moment Phantom is flying through the air, the next there's a hand around his wrist that slams him down into the concrete. Pinning him beneath a body that's got more bulk than his little undead body will ever have.

And... he's a halfa. In that moment, he is strictly more ghost than human, and what Red Hood just did? It's an invitation. An open house opportunity to have some tussles, communicate with the undead like he's used to. So he phases out from underneath the man, chuckling quietly to himself, and pins him right back.

This escalates. This escalates drastically.

Because Red Hood seems to have it out for him now. It takes Phantom far too long to realize that they aren't playing the same game, and by the time he does the Not A Game has culminated into being shot at and grabbed and pinned down the second Red Hood registers him in the vicinity.

He doesn't mind that part. He doesn't mind being held down with another man panting heavily into his ear, and he doesn't think Red Hood is protesting that, either.

But Red Hood seems to find him no matter where he is, these days. And it's still escalating. They're starting to fall off rooftops, several storeys at a time. And though the bullets are honestly useless, there's something... not good, when Red Hood solely aims for places that would likely down a human and stop them from getting back up.

It starts to become worrying. Then, it stops being fun. It stops being fun the day Red Hood comes across him in his human form.

At least he genuinely seems freaked out about the blood staining Danny's shirt, thanks to the bullet he just put in his shoulder.

[evilwriter37]

Midnight Scrum had the perfect whump meme template.

[candycatfalls]

I don't plan to write it, but I love the idea of an AU where stan gets turned into a vampire, and he's like well this sucks and drinking blood sucks but sure, this might as well happen. And then Ford finds out and is like "well it could be worse, at least human blood tastes pretty good :)" and stan is like what the fuck did you just say to me

[megalomaniacz]

SWEET CHERRY 🍒

camgirl!reader x toxic actually loserish really pathetic!vi

diva mode activated halfway through writing this…guys idk i’m gay okay and if it isn’t good i never wrote it…okay? erm nsfw!! listened to tate mcrae and charli while writing this if that means anything to u. also, my birthday is tomorrow!! might drunkenly pump out a toxic!cait one shot OMG WHO SAIDDDD THAT

PART ONE: $EX. LIE$. UGLY. TRUTH.

the time on her computer screen read 11:07 pm. you were two minutes behind schedule. every regular viewer, including vi, was on the edge of their seat. licking at chapped lips and rubbing lotiony hands together. eyes wide with wonder, refreshing the site every 10 seconds until you popped onto screen.

you were wearing your signature cherry red lingerie, flawless makeup, soft pop music playing in the back. nails sharp and adorned with cherries. you held a sucker that read eat me in your hand, slowly unwrapping it for the camera. “hi cherries, guess what flavor this is.”

vi was foaming at the fucking mouth, adjusting the computer in her lap. eyes glued to the screen while she bit her lip and held onto your every word.

you moved closer to the screen. “grape? chat what do you mean? cmon guess and you get a prizeeee.”

the way you spoke, singing your words. ending the sentence in a suggestive tone. your sultry manner and bedroom eyes. everything was driving vi up a goddamn wall. you were all that and bag of fucking chips. she couldn’t stop thinking about you since she found a video of you fucking yourself with a dildo on an adult site. lezgetbusy or something fucking stupid. scrolled through the comments (5,000) until someone alluded to the fact that you cammed.

then she followed your profile and immediately paid your $50 messaging fee.

in all honesty, she was talking to herself in there half the time. the rare moments in which you did respond gave her a euphoria she couldn’t contain. she wanted to fuck you. no, she needed to fuck you. with her fingers, her tongue, her strap, and whatever the hell else will fit up there. it was driving her crazy.

grandSurpass: grape lol

justmyego: strawberry?

Several_means: lick it again please :(

she rolled her eyes at the screen. “idiotic men, it’s fucking cherry.” she begins to tap in the chat. she presses send, and when she sees you reading it? mouthing her comment? she nearly chokes, feeling her face flush.

“very good, vi? violet22. very good.”

her hands were stuffed into her pants now, legs spread while she toys with herself. you said her name. you said her fucking name! she throws her head back, thinking about how easily it fell off your tongue.

“since you guessed right, you get, drumroll pleaseeee.”

she was close now. pool of wetness filling her boxers. legs shaking, mouth wide open. please keep talking, please keep talking…please…

“a chance to chat with me personally! this stream, and others, will be a bit shorter as i’ve decided i’ll be doing one on one chats with some lucky cherries. congratulations vio-“

she slams her computer shut, takes her hand out of her pants, and jumps off her bed. stumbles into her bathroom, washes her hands and splashes water on her face, then stumbles back to her room. reopens her computer, runs a hand down her face, types in the website url again. logs in. clicks watch stream. and checks under her ass for shit because she swears she just shat herself. just now.

“oh, vi is back. okay guys.” you swish the lollipop around in your mouth a bit before continuing to speak. “i’m going to send you a link in private message, violet22. see you soon!” a toothy and cheery smile spread across your sweet face.

the second the link shows up in her inbox, she clicks it. hits the $200hr pay wall. fumbles in her pockets for her wallet, fuck she left it in the bathroom okay she’s got it dammit she’s shaking. can barely put the card numbers in. she’s making you wait she’s making you wait fuck.

after payment is secured, you in all your sweet glory, pop up on her screen. you’re sat on your bed, sucker hanging from your lips, fiddling with your freshly manicured nails. you hear the ding, realized she’s joined, and lay on your belly. tits squeezing together on the bed.

“hi! violet22? is that you? i can’t see you, turn your camera on!”

oh fucking fuck the fuck fuck fuckity FUCK FUCK. she has no time to fix her face up for you, or change out of her 2 day old t shirt. atleast you can’t smell her through the screen. she clicks on the small camera icon in left corner of the screen, and puts on an awkward smile.

“hi. there you are.” you smile, kicking your feet.

“hi sweet cherry. fuck. i’ve come to your videos so much nothing gets me so worked up. fuck. sorry.”

you giggle a bit and her face visibly becomes 3 shades redder. looks like she’s got some sort of filter on.

“it’s okay. thank you so much, your support means the world to me. do you have any personal requests while you’ve got me? clocks counting down.” you pucker your lips.

the time on the right corner of the screen is counting down 4:56…4:55…

vi’s eyes widen, and she gulps. finding it hard to think of anything to say. she was in complete shock. you’re looking at her. talking to her. you’re talking to her,,,oh fuck you’re talking to her.

“i-i’m- hmmm.” she stutters, picking at a hangnail. the clocks on 4:01 now and her heart seems to damn near be beating out of her chest.

“how about we play a quick game, okay? and next time, maybe you’ll have something thought of. maybe we’ll have more time…” your smile melts her heart. next time? GEE WILLIKERS!!! someone check this bitches pulse.

“okay.” she nods, barely present. still unsure if this is some sort of orgasm induced illusion.

“if you can guess the word i’m thinking of, i’ll take an extra special picture just for you. kay?”

you wink and she feels like the wind has been knocked out of her. she gives you a small nod, and it makes you laugh. she’s so cute and pathetic.

3:48…3:47

“okay. it’s a type of flower.” you lick your sugar ridden lips, putting the entire sucker in your mouth then pulling it out slowly.

vi’s about to piss herself. or is that come? man these boxers are gonna need a deep clean.

“is it a rose? a tulip?”

you shake your head, taunting smirk on your face. “try again, cutie.”

oh she’s so gonna ride a pillow with your picture on it tonight. might even get the picture all wet with her slick, imagine her sweet pussy on your perfectly plump lips. wait what was the question?

“ummm lillies? dandelions? sunflowers?”

you shake your head, sticking your tongue out and directly swiping it over the fading words. eat me do you know how bad she wants to?

“hint, please?” she looks at you with sad eyes. feels like she’s being edged or something. pussy growing wetter by the minute FUCK 2:49…2:48

“cmon, you’re smart. use that big brain of yours.” you follow with a taunting laugh. she’s too fucking horny for this, and you look so good. she wonders how you feel. your skin. bet it’s warm and soft. bet you’d grip the sheets when nipped at your thighs. back arching-

“daises? did i say that already?”

you shake your head and look over at the small timer taking a bite out of the sucker, now it reads at me.

“lavender is a flower? right?”

you sit up on the bed, and she watches the way you widen your thighs. pretty little red bow right above your pussy. you arch your back, ass in the air, chewing on the candy. “close.”

the money she’d spend to have one night with you. ass up face buried in your silky red sheets. cock buried so deep in your pussy it’s kissing your stomach. WHAT WAS THE QUESTION AGAIN?

“aww your time is up.” you pout. there’s five seconds. vi’s drooling, all over herself. like actually. she wipes her mouth, slow blinking, taking mental pictures.

“the word was violet, silly! see you next stream.”

fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck

[raymans-hubby]

Murfy!

Desc: Murfy is feeling very affectionate today.

AO3

Gift for @greenbottle-kisser

A/N: This is short... as i had a lot of trouble writing for the little green pest.

The sun shined bright through the beautiful blue sky, the light hit the grass at just the right angle for it to shimmer. The trees leaves fell off, starting their journey through the wind.

You laid on the grass, your hair flowing in the cold Autumn breeze. It had been a slow, relaxing day.

Then.. Murfy flew over, but stopped when he saw you.

"Hey hottie!" He yelled as his tiny body flew into your lap.

You pet his head, and he purred rather loudly.

"Mmhhh.." He nuzzled into your chest, his cheeks becoming a deeper shade of green.

He calmly caressed your sides, putting some pressure on your hip. The feeling of his tiny hands on your waist increases your heartbeat. He notices, and a huge smirk appears on his face.

"Ohh.. look whos all flustered!" He teased, arising up to your face.

He starts to pamper your face with kisses. Making you laugh loudly, scaring a couple Lums away.

"Oops.."

"Its just a couple Lums..."

"But-"

"Shhhh.." He goes back to kissing you.. and that's all you did that night..

[bloodstainedsapphic]

minors dni

ellie settles down behind you, eyes desirous, licking her lips. it’s quiet aside from your anticipatory breaths and the ruffling of your bedsheets from all the movement. ellie had pled with you to try this position, on your hands and knees before her. you’re feeling bashful, overly exposed with how unashamedly this angle presents your most intimate self to her.

in ellie’s mind, you are the most attractive person she has ever laid eyes on. ellie internally thanks whatever fate convinced you to agree; she croons praises at you, you muffle the sounds by stuffing your face in the pillow beneath you. you’re too flustered.

ellie’s slender but rough hands gingerly palm the plush of your ass, relishing the feel before sliding to your rounded hips. her deft, needy fingers dig into your skin, gripping to pull you somewhat backwards into a more accessible position. she’s greedy. she wants to have all of you. you’re pliant, trusting.

one hand then glides to the small of your back, her long fingers fanned out. ellie presses palm down to fix your arch— make it more prominent. the sight of your curves make for the purest but most unholy artwork.

“oh fuck..you’re gorgeous..” ellie whispers. she leans down and begins placing worshipful kisses along your lower back, over the curve of your ass, tracing your inner thighs, and finally….mmmh.

pic creds @/elliesxgun

[jammed-out]

The point of edging yourself isn’t to benefit you. It’s so that when I finally let you cum, I can watch your brain break in real time. All those denied orgasms crashing into you, breaking you, turning you into a dumb drooling mess that’s lost in the pleasure. So how about it? Want to edge for me?

[namisweatheria]

I feel like we don't discuss Nami's relationship with gender enough. Her entire character is so deeply informed by being a girl in a male-dominated pirate world and it's so interesting and so worth talking about.

The background creepiness of Bad pirate crews, which are most of them, how they tend to not have any female crew members at all, how they beckon any pretty young woman around to come play with them and join them. It's real bad. It's also like, a totally 2 dimensional portrayal of evil that is reserved for the most background of background characters.

However I think their ubiquity says a lot about how piracy is meant to be perceived by the public in One Piece, and is one of the strongest indicators of how prevalent misogyny is in-world.

It's very normal in One Piece for regular island inhabitants to have never met a Different class of pirate in their life. There's no reason for them to withhold judgement that maybe these pirates won't be like every crew that attacked before, and to wait and judge them by their actions. I mean frankly that would be irrationally weak self-preservation.

There are people who live peacefully under the flags of Yonkos who protect them, and feel loyalty and gratitude to them for it, but that seems to only be thing with very big name pirates. The East Blue, being the weakest and least populated, has no such plethora of powerful people and resulting turf wars.

So. Nami. Is very clearly implied to have never met any Different pirates before. I'm thinking about what that means. About how every group of pirates she stole from were creepy, dangerous men. How she started going out stealing when she was still a young child. How she didn't have a mother anymore to guide her or comfort her. How Arlong would grab her chin inappropriately, talk about her as a "human female", as property, and god knows what else.

How all the men in Arlong's crew treated her patronizingly, pretending they're all friends, teasing her and playing at respect when really not a single one of them ever stuck up for her or hesitated to accuse her of betrayal. Who were always ready to kill her if she refused to cooperate. Who grabbed her and intimidated her when they felt like it.

That's what she had to come back to after a close call with stealing from other predatory men, instead of the relief of home there was a dark, cramped room filled with endless hours of misery and isolation and blood. Where any one of her captors could barge in and demand new maps, work faster, where did you go, you took too long again this time. Endless threats and incursions.

I'm thinking about that her fight scene in Alabasta, where she tumbles and rips off her cape and uses it to catch her enemy's spikes, before leaping to her feet and running out the back door, all in one moment. How it makes her enemy reconsider her and think, "so the girl's not a total novice at fighting after all." What that implies about her experiences as a young thief. The times she wasn't fast or clever enough and had to fight and claw her way out. Why she always carried a staff and a knife. Why she was the only one before Chopper who had any medical knowledge or experience.

You know she was stitching herself up. And the weapons, how do you think she learned to use those? If any of the Arlong Pirates helped her it wasn't out of kindness and it wasn't gentle.

Then I think about Nojiko, and Bellemere's memory, and the only softness in a hard life. How easily Nami connects to every young woman experiencing hardship that she meets. How completely she dismisses the struggles of men unless they mean something to her and are going through something terrible. The way that Nami only has sympathy for women and children is easily noticeable in-text, but it's also something confirmed in those words by the author. And it's clearly because of the life she lived, the men who had all the power and only abused it, who saw her as nothing but a girl to take advantage of, without anyone aside from her sister clearly knowing and caring about any of it.

Nami clearly isn't bitter, she doesn't think the world owes her recompense, on the contrary she knows she is far from the only person in the world to suffer the things she has suffered. She is endlessly reaching out and kind, but only to those that she isn't sure would get help without her. Certainly, before Luffy, Usopp, and Zoro, no man ever reached out a hand to her without an ulterior motive.

I think when she sees a girl in trouble, a girl biting her lip to hold in a scream of grief, a girl running in the woods away from a monster, a girl captured by pirates, she sees someone who no one is coming for. Who no one will stick up for. A person without allies in a world against her. Whether it's actually true in this case or not, she runs straight for that girl anyways every single time.

[bluebellowl]

More Ingo in Hilda style because my crossover is taking shape. But only in my head. And yall only get fragments.

The short of it is, Ingo gets thrown too far into the future, ends up in Trolberg and lives in the forest outside the wall. He’s friends with the Bellkeeper and trades with the trolls.

[feyburner]

I loved LOVED a word, a look, will be enough. I’m obsessed with the way you write jason and tim. No pressure to answer this at all, but I was curious if you have a headcanon about how the missing spleen reveal eventually goes

Jay »

Good afternoon Timothy.

« tim

uh oh

Jay »

I just had a fascinating conversation with Doc thompson

Care to hazard a guess about what?

« tim

pollen season

Jay »

No.

« tim

bird flu

Jay »

Is there a reason you havent told anyone in your life that you dont have a fucking spleen?

« tim

okay first of all

i’m not sure why doc thompson felt the need to tell you my private medical information

pretty sure they have a rule about that

Jay »

It’s not her fault.

I mentioned that you got whammied with that stupid germ bomb from Typhoid Tony or whatever the fuck his name was

« tim

vik vyral

Jay »

And she got all serious and told me I should get you into the clinic asap, and I was like no he’s fine now, it was basically a 24 hour bug, and she was like no, theres no such thing as a 24 hour bug for him, he needs to come get his blood tested yesterday

And then she clearly realized I had no fucking clue what she was talking about and clammed up. Wouldn’t say a thing. Told me to ask you myself.

Jay »

The look she gave me when I said you slept it off and went back to work. Like I should know better. like I was letting you be careless and shit bc thats just how I am or something.

« tim

“letting” me?

Jay »

yeah. Letting you. I know you know what I mean

« tim

i’m not sure i do.

Jay »

When youre with someone you take care of them.

I dont pretend to know much about this shit but I know that.

I’m not talking about handcuffing you to the radiator. Im talking about knowing whats going on with you and knowing that sometimes you let shit slide that I wouldn’t. When it comes to you

You do that for me and the others all the time. Thats how it works.

« tim

doc thompson doesn’t know you’re “with” me

Jay »

If you think everyone doesn’t know exactly what’s going on then your detective skills need work

Jay »

Also, Jesus, Tim.

« tim

ok sorry, i didn’t mean the scare quotes part

but did you pause to consider maybe there’s a reason i haven’t told everyone other than whatever shortsighted masochistic bs you’re assuming

Jay »

I dont need you to tell everyone. I’m not asking you to write a report on it.

Just like. if there’s any other major medical shit can you maybe tell me

Before you fucking die of a sinus infection or whatever bc the asshole who lives with you didn’t know your immune system has the horsepower of a bicycle

« tim

did you know you curse more when you’re fronting like you’re not worried about me

Jay »

I’m actually not fronting! in this moment!

« tim

okay

well. i am sorry

that sounded sarcastic bc of who i am as a person

but it’s not. i mean it.

Jay »

Sorry for yelling at you

« tim

i dont wanna go into it over text but i’ll tell you tonight. okay?

about what happened.

also there’s nothing else. it’s just the spleen thing

ok?

Jay »

Okay.

« tim

well and the mango allergy

well. and i’m double jointed specifically bc i have joint-hypermobility syndrome

which is why im so flexible :)

but also why i dislocate things a lot :(

um and im mildly allergic to carrots, bananas, pineapples, and most legumes, but it’s fine they just make my tongue itch

i think that’s all

Jay »

Tim can you be honest with me for a second

« tim

yeah…

Jay »

Are you inbred

« tim

NSJDN/&2&jdj?!_£_??

Jay »

Like are you that type of rich person

You can tell me. We are not going to procreate so I dont mind either way

« tim

just scared the living shit out of an intern who had never seen me laugh before. i think she thought i was choking

jesus CHRIST

i will see you at home.

Jay »

You

didn’t answer the question….