#sorry babygirl but it ain't gonna save you

[tragedyanddust]

If Poseidon is based on Anzar, is Anzar part of the PoseidonVerse? :3

"please don't associate me with those stupid fishes."

( @messymoonmad i think it might make you laugh)

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

REWATCHING GO S1, LIVE PLAY-BY-PLAY OF DOOMSDAY WAHOO

HELLO MAGGOTS REWATCHING SEASON 1 BECAUSE THE FIRST TIME WAS A KIDNAPPING CHAOTIC MESS. EPISODE ONE HERE GOES. I DON'T REMEMBER A LOT OF DETAILS BUT YES.

Opening scene and Earth's got vibe-checked by God and I've been gaslit about the dinosaurs

GARDEN OF EDEEEEEN wow his first appearance and Aziraphale's already so prissy and flustered might fuck around and fall in love with him idk

I finally understand who these mf's are hi Hastur and Ligur you're not zombies after all

FOR FUCK'S SAKE SECOND SCENE CROWLEY'S BEEN IN AND SHE WALKED IN, SERVED HIPS HAIR AND CUNT, AND THEN MANAGED TO TALK HER AWAY INTO A PROBLEM

LIKE GENUINELY SHE COMES AND SASHAYS WITH HER HAIR AND SAYS TIMES ARE CHANGING AND HEAD OFFICE LOVES ME AND JUST INSTANTLY HASTUR AND LIGUR USE HER WORDS AGAINST HER

idk sister mary loquacious is kinda doing it for me rn with that satanic nun's habit and losergirl energy

third crowley scene and he's misplaced THE LITERALLY GODDAMNED ANTICHRIST because he made small talk with a bloke outside without checking for details

mmmmhm yes sister mary wink again your bitchless decisions are sexy y'know what i mean

Gabriel feels like his brain was eviscerated and replaced with one of those youtuber's paid course promos at the end of their how to change your life in 45 days: three simple mindset shifts video

so THIS IS WHY EVERYONE KEEPS SAYING PAVLOVIAN IN THIS FANDOM IT'S BECAUSE OF DUCKS of course it's because of ducks

mmmhm yes sure crepes French revolu--Crowley stop eye-fucking Aziraphale you're making everyone at the Ritz horny

Aziraphale don't moan into your food man you can't take these two anywhere

Crowley thanking the driver for slowing down is everything to me

And they're drunk hu-fucking-zzah good thing we'll have 11 year olds saving the world coz these fuckers sure ain't doing shit

OH MY GOD HE WAS TRYING TO SAY BOUILLABAISSE I JUST REALISED. I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST MAKING KISSY FACES AT AZIRAPHALE I'M NOT OK-

What Aziraphale was doing back was definitely kissy faces though that mfer wasn't even trying to say bouillabaisse when Crowley said what sounded suspiciously like baby

kissy kissy from lil miss prissy [i would have made such a great high school bully shame i had no inclinations that way]

SORRY WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK WAS THAT SOBERING UP EXCUSE ME THE FANFICS MADE IT SOUND LIKE IT WAS A CLICK AND THEY'RE SUDDENLY NORMAL WHY IS THE ALCOHOL REFILLING

oop nun down nun down

i want ya see a wile ya thwart amirite on a t-shirt

"actually i encourage humans to-" just say you're a lazy bitch azi we love you

love crowley fake-manipulating azi into helping like azi wants to be manipulated y'know so it's not technically his fault he was wiled over or whatever and they're both just such ENABLERS

not azi going SOFT at being godfathers with crowley

NOT BROTHER FRANCIS PLEASE NO FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS SACRED AZI WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS PLEASE

WARLOCKKKKK I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

HNNNG MICHAEL SHEEN HAD TOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS

why is nanny ashtoreth so seductive with that of course dear is it just crowley's inherent disastergirl sex appeal

HALF PONYTAIL CROWLEY I AM A FUCKING SLUT FOR HALF PONYTAIL

GASLIGHTING HEAVEN AND HELL THAT'S MY BABYGIRLS

erIC THE DISPOSABLE DEMON I DIDN'T KNOW THEY COME IN S1 well not come i hope unless being eaten by a hellho--nope

ANGEL CROWLEY SAID ANGEL ANGEL ANGEL

CROWLEY TRYING TO BE SUBTLE ABOUT KILLING BEFORE GETTING ANNOYED

waiter crOWLEY OUTFIT I CANNOT BE NORMAL AFTER THE WEDDING DRESS DESIGNING ABOUT THIS COSTUME

FOOLS WRONG BOY YOU FOOLS IM DEAD

DOG IS UNIRONICALLY SO CUTE EVEN BEFORE IT GOES SMOL

gonna give my roxie a kissy brb she's my angel and all this dog talk makes me miss her (she's a few feet away under the bed)

i asked her for a kissy and she crawled out and gave me a kiss i love her

DOGGGGG ADAMMM

...roxie's crying to be taken downstairs it's nearly 2 am this is on me for waking her up i crowley'd myself fml

EYYYYY WELCOME TO THE END TIMES don't mind me I'll have to take roxie down yes I know maggots I'm crowley-coded I KNOW THAT I'M A BLOODY DISASTER BYEEEEEEEE

[sokkadora]

tattooed heart; an ellie williams x reader story.

chapter 1: prologue.

masterlist here.

part summary: joel and amelia are stuck feeling reminiscent on the past year, while ellie and yours relationship begins to flourish a bit more.

trigger warning: mentions of rape, blood, and getting shot. read at your own risk!

a/n: holy shit this has been in my drafts for like two months sorry l gee bee tee community 🥺🙏🏻

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              "we don't know what happened." joel mutters, handing amelia a rag to wipe off the fretboard of the guitar she has. "i was supposed to take them to the fireflies and walk away."

"i was supposed to take her to the fireflies and come to jackson." amelia reveals, scrubbing the fretboard harder to ignore her nerves.

"but, you travel halfway across the country with someone..." joel continues, looking up and spacing out for a moment before returning to cleaning the guitar. "they needed their immunity to mean somethin'."

"maybe we were starting to but into that whole... 'cure business.'" amelia chuckles, shaking her head softly. "maybe we just wanted to do right by those girls." amelia thinks for a moment, continuing to clean the fretboard. "and then we made it. we found the fireflies."

"and because y/n and ellie, they were actually gonna make a cure." joel says in disbelief, staring at the ground. "the only catch," joel scoffs, looking up at his brother. "it would kill 'em."

- ☽ ♡ ༓ ♡ ☾ -

joel and amelia burst into the operating room, their eyes widening seeing the girls on the tables in hospital gowns.

"sweet, jesus," joel mutters, glaring at the head surgeon.

the surgeon holds his hands up, quickly running back a short distance to the small table to grab a scalpel, "what are you doing in here?" he asks panicked, pointing the scalpel at joel and amelia. "i won't let you take them. this is our future, think of all the lives we could save." joel glares at him, his fists clenching. while amelia's face softens with sympathy, glancing up at joel.

- ☽ ♡ ༓ ♡ ☾ -

tommy lets out a shaky breath, "jesus christ, you guys." he mutters, mouth agape while looking at his brother and sister-in-law. "what did you do?"

amelia and joel share a guilty glance, looking up at tommy, hesitating, "we saved 'em." joel tells his little brother.

- ☽ ♡ ༓ ♡ ☾ -

y/n stirs awake, glancing around quickly, "where am i? amelia? joel?" she calls out, feeling a hand grip her shoulder as she removes her hands from her eyes. it's joel.

"put this on, we've gotta go baby girl." he rushes the words out, handing you amelia's sweater to put on. he rushes to the other table grabbing ellie and disconnecting the wires attached to her. "c'mon, babygirl. i've gotcha."

there's banging on the door they barricaded, making everyone look in that direction, "joel, we've gotta go. now." amelia instructs, opening the door in the corner of the room as joel has y/n hang onto his arm and run with him to the elevator.

the four of you barely make it into the elevator before getting caught, "what the fuck?" y/n exclaims at the two adults, "what's happening?" joel and amelia share a glance before amelia turns to you.

"we'll tell you later—" y/n scoffs aggressively, crossing your arms and glaring at joel and amelia.

"no." y/n tell them seriously, making their eyes widen in shock. "you don't get to keep everything from me. or ellie. what the fuck happened back there, you guys?" y/n exclaims, before the elevator opens and amelia drags you out. only to met face to face at gunpoint with marlene.

y/n, joel, and amelia are at a standstill as marlene begins to bargain, "you can't save them. even if you get out of here, then what? how long before they're torn to pieces by a pack of clickers?" marlene barks, making y/n flinch and grasp amelia's jacket that's on her body. "that is if they haven't been raped and murdered first?"

"that ain't for you to decide," joel growls, slowly taking out his handgun. y/n looks at it, shaking her head softly.

"it's what these two would want. and you know it." marlene begins to walk towards y/n, putting her hands up and pointing her gun towards the sky with her finger off the trigger. "y/n knows that. you can still do the right thing here. they won't feel anything."

y/n stares at marlene in complete and utter confusion, while joel and amelia begin to think about marlene's words. making y/n look between them, feeling terrified.

- ☽ ♡ ༓ ♡ ☾ -

"what the hell am i wearing?" ellie groans, waking up.

"just take it easy, drugs are still wearing off." amelia advises, smiling at her and the body next to her.

"what happened?" ellie asks, realizing that y/n is laying on her chest, making her smile softly. ellie tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, looking back at joel and amelia.

"we found the fireflies." ellie perks up, paying attention more. "turns out, there's a whole lot more like you two. people that are immune. it's dozens actually."

"ain't done a damn bit of good neither." amelia says, swallowing thickly, "they've actually st- they've stopped looking for a cure." ellie's face drops, looking down at you. "i'm taking us home." ellie rolls on her side, taking you off her chest and turning to face y/n, no longer facing the two adults. "we're so sorry."

- ☽ ♡ ༓ ♡ ☾ -

joel lets out a breath, having just shot marlene in the abdomen with a hidden pistol. marlene collapses, grunting in pain. joel heads to an SUV, placing ellie in the back seat as amelia pushes you in. he shuts the door, amelia and him stalking back to marlene, who is bleeding out on the ground. they stop just in front of her, as she raises her arm.

"wait! let me go. please." marlene begs, looking at the two adults with pleading eyes. amelia glances at joel, trying to find any trace of hesitation... but there's none.

"you'd just come after them." joel raises the gun, shooting marlene point-blank in the head. the shot rings out, making y/n flinch and lay down next to ellie, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

she places a hand on ellie’s cheek, kissing her forehead. "we're gonna be okay."

- ☽ ♡ ༓ ♡ ☾ -

joel and amelia simultaneously blow off the dust on the guitar as tommy shakes his head in disbelief, "goddamn. that's— that's a lot." he chuckles nervously, fiddling with his fingers. "what do y/n and ellie know?"

joel looks at his brother, "we told 'em they just ran some tests. we told them... their immunity meant nothin'" joel reveals to his brother, remembering the look on the girls' faces when they told them that.

"and they believed you? even y/n after what she saw?" tommy asks, looking between the older couple.

amelia shakes her head, remembering the looks on the girls' faces after they swore they were telling the truth, "didn't say otherwise."

the three sit in silence for a moment, processing everything and cleaning the guitars as a surprise for the girls.

tommy sighs, picking up his gun and walking to the garage, "we should head back." joel and amelia look up at him before shares a reassuring glance.

picking the garage door up, they saddle up and head back to jackson on a peaceful ride. they reach the gates, their horses trotting in.

tommy volunteered to take the couple's horses, stopping them before they head home, "about what you told me back there... can't say i would've done any different." tommy tells them, referring to when joel wanted tommy to take the girls off their hands. "i'll take it to the grave, if i have to." he nods softly at the two.

amelia bites her lip, patting tommy's shoulder, "i'll see you around, tommy." she smiles sadly at him, gesturing for joel to follow her home.

"see you soon, baby brother," joel mutters, patting tommy's shoulder lightly and joining amelia.

- ☽ ♡ ༓ ♡ ☾ -

you and ellie sit in your shared little home behind joel and amelia's house, it's a shed but you two don't like to call it that. you sit on the top bunk, reading. as ellie sits at the desk, sketching whatever comes to mind with her walkman in, listening to music.

a knock on the door breaks your focus from the book, hopping down and walking to the door. opening it to see joel and amelia, grinning down at you.

joel looks over to see ellie drawing, and quiets you and amelia, sneaking over to her. you and amelia glance at each other awkwardly, following joel towards ellie. joel bonks ellie's chair, making her jump and making you try and hold back a laugh.

"jesus, you almost gave me a heart attack." ellie chuckles softly yet nervously, pausing the music and closing her journal as she stands up and leans against the desk. you move through the two adults, sitting on the counter next to the desk and ellie.

"hey." you and ellie say awkwardly, glancing at the two adults sheepishly. they stand in front of you two, looking visibly uncomfortable.

"hey," they respond back, just as sheepish.

"what's up, joel? amelia?" you ask them, crossing your ankles and looking between them.

"just checkin' in." joel responds, starting to pace slowly. "folks are... y' know talking about how impressed they are with the two of you and how well y'all are helping out." he checks out ellie's lava lamp, making her cross her arms.

"that's good." ellie nods, glancing up at you then back at joel.

the two adults nod at you two, "tommy, millie, and i went out ridin' the other day and uh," joel glances at amelia, who nods reassuringly. "he told us a joke and i thought about you two, it's, um..." he bites his lip, scratching his temple. "it's was something about a clock... how do you—"

you and ellie glance at each other, "guys... it's, uh, it's pretty late, and we've gotta get up in a few hours—" you say awkwardly, making joel and amelia panic a bit.

"yeah, yeah, we know, we know," amelia sighs heavily, looking between you and ellie. "and joel and i will get outta your hair, i just, um..." she points towards the door, making joel nod and head toward it too. "we— we wanna show ya' somethin.' just give us one second."

you and ellie look at each other before looking back at joel and amelia, who've walked in with two guitars, "what's this?" ellie asks, looking at joel and amelia.

amelia and joel share a small grin, "some folks call this thing here a gee-tar." joel jokes around, dusting off the body of the guitar slightly.

you shake your head softly, "funny." joel and amelia’s gaze lingers on you and ellie for a moment.

joel and amelia glance between you two, "you two, uh, you wanna hear something?"

you and ellie look at them to see if they're serious before nodding, as ellie sits down in her chair and joel and amelia sit on the coffee table in front of you two.

"promise us, that you won't laugh." amelia smirks softly at you two, her and joel setting the guitars on their laps, getting ready to play.

"we won't laugh." you told the older man and woman, taking a seat on the desk behind ellie.

joel and amelia give you two a look of suspicion, raising their eyebrows. "we won't." ellie reassures them.

"we're trustin' you." amelia tells you two, nodding at joel and beginning to play.

you and ellie look at each other anxiously, looking back at joel and amelia, "if i ever were to lose you, i'd surely lose myself." joel starts, closing his eyes. "everything i have found here, i've not found by myself."

"try and sometimes you'll succeed, to make this man of me." amelia takes over, strumming along with joel. "all my stolen missing' parts, i've no need for anymore."

the couple looks at each other before singing together, "cause i believe, and i believe, cause i can see, our future days. the days of you and me."

the two finish, bashfully looking up at you two, "well, there you go." joel sighs, resting an arm on the body of the guitar.

you and ellie smile softly at them, "well, that didn't suck." you chuckle, making everyone laugh softly.

"we'll take what we can get." amelia smiles, smoothing the guitar before the two of them stand up, handing them to you. "she's yours." the two say i. sync, making you and ellie look at them in confusion.

"no. no, no, no, no." ellie laughs sheepishly, the two of you awkwardly grabbing the guitar once they hand it to you, resting on your lap. "i don't know the first thing about this."

"neither do i." you chuckle softly, looking between joel and amelia. watching as amelia wraps an arm around joel's waist, pulling him into a side hug.

"we promised that we'd teach you how to play." joel smiles, finally (and softly), forcing the guitar into ellie's arms.

you and ellie look at the two, remembering that they said they would, "you did." the two of you mumble, glancing down at the instrument.

joel and amelia nod, glancing at you two, "so whaddya say, tomorrow night, first lesson?" joel asks contently.

you and ellie look at each other, smiling and then back at the couple, "deal." you two say.

the couple contains their smiles, nodding and slowly retreating from your guys shed, "wait!" ellie calls out to them as they reach the door. "did... did you remember the joke?" joel leans against the door frame, having amelia chuckle behind him.

"um, oh," joel grins, looking at you and ellie. "what is the downside to eating a clock?" you and ellie think for a moment before shrugging. "it's time-consuming."

you and ellie shake your heads laughing, "that's so dumb." you laugh, looking at the two adults.

amelia and joel laugh with you two for a moment, "yeah, goodnight kiddos." joel and amelia smile at the two of you, before closing the door and heading back into their house

[blackpantherismyish]

Walls (3)

Playhouse

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning(s): NSFW, just nasty...

Listen to: PlayHouse By Trey Songz

A/N: Dedicated to @vanitykocaine

Song lyrics = Bold

Dialogue = Italics

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The next few weeks between Vanity and Erik were filled with sporadic meetings and late night conversations. It's like Vanity couldn't function without Erik. And it seems neither could Erik. On more than one occasion, Erik called her at 2 o'clock in the morning. The time she would get off work and they would talk until either of them fell asleep on the phone. Most of the time, that one being Erik. With these visits and conversations Vanity feened for something she had yet to get from Erik. If you get the drift. Sitting on loveseat in her living room, she read through the messages her and Erik had exchanged.

Erik🤤😈: When you gonna let me slide through to yo crib?

VMonaé🥃😍: When I feel like it.

Well it seemed like tonight was the moment of truth.

Baby when ya lonely

U can find me in ya call log

Tell me that ya horny I'll kindly come

Over and get things popped off

Vanity finger hovered over the call button while she took in a deep breathe. Mentally preparing herself, she finally pressed the button. Putting the phone up to her ear, it rang twice before Erik picked up.

“Hey Babygirl.”

“Hey Erik… You busy?” Vanity played with the hem of the black lace boyshorts she wore under the damn near see through tanktop. She wasn't too fond of pants.

“Nah, why? You need something, lil mama?” Erik sat his gold rimmed glasses down next to him while he pinned his hair up on the top of his head. If he was a fruit, he'd be a fineapple.

“Yeah. I need you to come through.” Vanity giggled softly.

“Oh? Bet. What's your address?” Erik stood up from his office chair and grabbed a shirt from his dresser.

Vanity told him her address and they hung up. Getting up from her couch, Vanity walked into her kitchen and grabbed two of her favorite drinks. Hennessy and Apple Juice. They made an excellent concoction when put together. Mixing the drink in her cup, she sat back on the couch and waited for Erik to arrive. After about 25 minutes, there a knock on Vanity's door. Getting up, while still holding her cup, she walked over and opened the door. Erik stood at her door in a blue tanktop and some loose fitting basketball shorts. Biting her lip, Vanity moved out of the way to allow him to walk in. Looking around and sniffing, Erik surveyed her body as she closed the front door.  

“You got Henny, don't you?” Erik watched Vanity walk over to him.

“Yeah. How did you know?” She craned her neck to look up at his face.

“I drink it all the time.” Erik took the cup from her hand and took a huge gulp nearly downing the rest on the cups contents.

“Nigga… I know you didn't just… you know what. “ Vanity laughed shaking her head. She was starting to feel her buzz. Erik laughed along with her, finishing the cup.

“I did. And you gonna be okay with that shit.” Erik leaned against the back of the couch and let his eyes follow Vanity's body into the kitchen.

“Whatever. I know it's late, but you hungry?” Vanity searched through the cabinets that were within her reach. She really didn't feel like getting her stool at the moment.

“Yeah, but I ain't hungry for food lil mama.” Erik voice had dropped to a rumble that reverberated against the walls. Which walls you say? Well…

Get into ya favorite game we call it 4play

I wanna kiss up on ya neck i'll do it slowly

You know...u can get it whenever babe

The bedrooms the playground babe

Call me so we can play...house

“Huh?” was all Vanity could say as she turned around and bumped into Erik's sculpted chest. Grabbing her chin, he made her eyes meet his.

“You heard me. I've been watching yo body since I got here. You know what I'm tryna eat.” Erik's callused hands made their way to her throat and wrapped around it.

“O-okay Er-" Erik hand squeezed around her throat.

“It's Daddy until I tell you otherwise. Understood?” Erik raised an eyebrow, causing Vanity to bite her lip to hold back a moan.

“Yes Daddy.” Vanity stared up at him in awe. She had never been handled like this before and she was extremely turned on and surprised that she was enjoying this. Letting her throat go, they made their way back to the living room. Once they got around the couch, Erik noticed the Henny bottle on the table and picked it up. He spun the top off and took a swig from it, letting the excess drip down his chin.

“Ever had Henny drank off you?” Erik twirled the cap between his fingers as Vanity sat down on the loveseat.

“N-no. But I've always wanted to try.” Her emerald eyes peeked through naturally long lashes and Erik slowly dropped to his knees.

“Panties off.” He took another swing from the bottle and sat it on the floor next to him. His fingers found the hem of his shirt while Vanity's fingers shimmied down her panties. Pulling Vanity to the edge of the couch and propping her legs on his broad shoulders, he picked up the bottle and let his lips ghost against her clit. Tilting the bottle and letting the brown liquor dribble down her body, Erik's lip latched onto her clit and sucked the liquor off her body.

“O-oh fuck…” Vanity rubbed her hands down her body and grabbed onto Erik's head.

Erik's thick tongue slid up and down her wet folds while he poured more of the liquor down her body, sucking her clean in the process. Just as Vanity was reaching her peak, her phone buzzed on the couch.

“F-fuck.” She reached over and picked it up to read the screen. Putting the bottle behind him, Erik swirled his tongue around her clit before looking up at her.

“Who is it?” Erik voice sent shivered up her spine as she stared at the phone.

“You better answer Daddy.” Erik's hand smacked the bare skin of her ass which in turn made her buck her hips.

“I-it's my boyfriend Daddy.” Vanity peered down at Erik who had lifted his head. With an eyebrow raised, he smirked.

“Answer it.” Erik grunted diving back between her plentiful thighs. Swiping her shaking finger against the screen to answer the facetime call.

“Hey baby.” Beamed her year long boyfriend Justin. He had been gone for a while and they tended to call each other when he wasn't busy.

“H-hey babe. How a-are you?” Vanity bit her lip, gripping onto Erik's dreads as he slurped and sucked on her clit while toying with her opening with his middle finger.

“I'm wonderful.” Justin raised an eyebrow, he could see that Vanity was flustered, like she had run a marathon. “You okay Van?”

Attempting to gain most of her composure, she nodded.

“Yeah. Just came from a late night gym run.” And she gave him a reassuring smile.

“Oh okay.. Well I'll let you get some rest. You go hard in the gym so you're probably tired as fuck right.” Justin chuckled.

“Yeah baby. I'll talk to you later. Love you.” Vanity smiled.

“Love you too, By-" Before he could finish, her finger slammed into the end call button.

“F-fuck!” Erik slammed his finger into her love cave and she shook violently.

“So why didn't you tell Daddy you had a boyfriend baby girl?” Erik stood to his feet, laying Vanity down on her back.

Baby it feels like heaven

Feels like breakfast on sunday morning

It feels right oooooh girl

I love makin yo love come down

We make those love sounds...we can do it

“I-I'm sorry Daddy. I w-was going to…” Vanity scanned Erik's body as he slid down his shorts and his boxers while climbing between her legs.

“I'm going to show you what happens when you don't tell Daddy things.” Erik grabbed the base of his fully hard dick and teased her swollen clit with his tip.

“D-daddy pl-" Vanity voice became caught in her throat as Erik pushed his dick into her without much of a word.

“Damn girl.. This lil pussy tight as fuck..” Erik began to surge his hips in and out of Vanity at a quick pace. Her juices coating him with the quickness. Vanity's fingers gripped onto Erik's keloid covered biceps, the keloids she had only learned about just days earlier.

“F-fuck, you're so big…” Vanity stared up at Erik, his face twisted with pleasure as he pounded into her with ease.

“I bet yo nigga can't fuck you like this, can he?” Erik drilled into you quickly. Her wetness coating her thighs and Erik's pelvic muscles.

“N-no Daddy he doesn't.” Vanity threw her head back and whined her hips against Erik's.

“Your pussy don't grip him like this does it?” Erik rocked himself into Vanity, causing the couch to rock with him. Erik reached up and grabbed her throat. With Erik deep inside of her and his hand around her throat, she couldn't really form sentences so she nodded.

“Use your words, lil girl.” Erik growled, leaning his face down to hers and staring into green eyes that were hooded with lust.

“N-no.” She whispered.

“No what?” Erik smacked her ass.

“NO DADDY!” She screamed arching her back off the couch.

Erik growled as her pussy tightened around his dick, she was close and so was he. Pinning her hips down with his free hand, Erik slammed into her gspot and her legs began to shake vigorously.

“You gonna cum on this dick? That pretty pussy gonna cum on this dick?” Vanity nodded frantically and bit her lip to hold back on a moan.

“You better cum then cause I'm right behind you.” Erik grunted, pressing her legs to her chest and pounding his hips into Vanity's. Crying out, she came undone under him, Erik followed suit. He panted, pulling himself out and watching his cum drip down Vanity's thigh and the tip of his dick.

Its dat role play role play

Show me what you bout girl

[Break it down 4 daddy]

We can play house girl

Role play role play

Show me what you bout girl

Her legs shook as she looked up at Erik, his lips twisted in a wicked smirk while he stared back down at her.

“I hope you know we ain't finished, lil girl.” Erik sat back and pulled Vanity on his lap cause her to gasp.

“O-oh god…” Vanity whimpered, glancing down at Erik's lap and back up at him.

“Don't call on him… He can't save you now…”

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Ali & Marlene

Ali: Hey babe, sorry I missed rehearsal, know you rocked it regardless  💋 Marlene: Kind of need our lead singer to do that. Instrumental wasn't the vision for the track, babygirl Marlene: Where did you have to be? We could've rescheduled Ali: I know, I know, my bad! Make it up to you Ali: Ugh, got detention, didn't I Ali: don't even get me started on that Marlene: Make it up to me alone or me and the band? Marlene: Little rebel Marlene: Can't have you getting in more trouble by ditching, can we? Marlene: I'll add in another rehearsal, the girls won't mind Ali: Why not both? Ali: Come over and I'll record the vocals for you Ali: You know it boo 👩🏼‍🎤 Ali: Exactly, even though I'm fully staging a protest tomorrow Marlene: That's my girl Marlene: I'll be there front and centre, lending my voice to the movement Ali: Aww, so supportive Ali: cute 😉 Ali: I've rallied all the usual suspects so it shouldn't be a flop Ali: we have the allotted hours, like, if they fail to control us in 'em, why add more, yeah? pointless, where's the logic Marlene: Making me so proud to have you on my arm Ali: As you should be Ali: Though that arms not bad 💪 Marlene: I wouldn't be the best bassist in this shithole if it was Ali: One track mind 😏 SUCH a bassist Ali: don't you ever break that focus? Marlene: It has been known Marlene: For the right girl Ali: Introduce me to her some time, yeah? Ali: Get some tips Marlene: You know her pretty well Marlene: The name's Alison, like the song Ali: So soft Ali: Still say we do a Elvis Costello and Dolly mashup Ali: idc what you say, Jolene is a bop and you need to own it Marlene: If I can hear you do an original Elvis cover, I'll think about it Ali: Fine, I'll happily sing about myself all day Ali: can even get the accent down, thanks Ma Marlene: I'll be waiting for that Marlene: The girls are asking if you need posters or anything else for the protest? Anything to stick around and drink more Ali: Patience, babe Ali: Gotta save these pipes for the protest Ali: Feel free to go for their lives, like Ali: Bear in mind if they use too many expletives, the School ain't gonna listen tho Ali: creative language, not colourful, ladies Marlene: No promises on getting them to dial back the reclaimed slurs Marlene: But we'll leave off calling the teachers the cunts they are Marlene: For you, our glorious leader Ali: 🙇 down Ali: I'll take it, they're not going to go anywhere near hate speech vibes, too risky Marlene: Tempting offer Marlene: I'll take you up on it when we're alone Ali: Yeah? Gonna skip rehearsal more often then Marlene: For revolution and no less, babe Marlene: But I have missed you Ali: The revolution's always rolling, babe Ali: I can't stop the wheels of change, you know Marlene: I know you want me to make a rock and roll pun Marlene: But I refuse Ali: Boooooo 👎 Ali: too punk for me now? Marlene: Not gonna quote a dead white man either, not even Lennon Marlene: You're still my little punk princess, you know Ali: Throw some Yoko craziness at me Ali: 👑 Marlene: Keeping it back so the protest won't flop. Can't let it Ali: Sure, you just don't wanna get on the rooftop with your mates Ali: someone'd fall, or get pushed 😂 Marlene: Not me or you Marlene: With these arms we're safe Ali: 🔫 pew pew Ali: they wanna try me, bitch Marlene: We should fill up supersoakers for those who are anti our message Marlene: Piss on their negativity in a literal sense Ali: not with actual piss, right? Marlene: You have to start thinking punk rock, babe Ali: I am not pissing into a supersoaker Ali: not dying to prove my aim is as good as a man's like Ali: you do you, babe but I'll leave it at good old fashioned water Marlene: Now who's deserving the boos and jeers Marlene: So regal of you Ali: what can i say? my idea of a good time isn't pissing on my own hands Ali: crazy, i know 😉 Marlene: How true my love is Marlene: Any time's a good time with my baby Ali: 💙 Ali: forreal tho, what are we doing this weekend Marlene: There are a few parties Ali: where Ali: i wanna go as far away as poss Marlene: They're local, usual suspects Marlene: We can do something else Ali: Think of something better, yeah Ali: I'm sick of the locals at the mo Marlene: I'll come back to you with a plan Ali: 💋 Ali: that's my girl Marlene: What am I good for if I can't take you away from this shithole? Marlene: Not like it's that hard Ali: You got your license, 'til I got mine I'm at your beck and call, like Ali: Your Ma will be cool, yeah? Doesn't need to be long, just long enough to breathe Marlene: I'll make a deal with her Marlene: Name drop you since she's a fan Ali: Such a parent pleaser 😇 Marlene: If you sang it she'd do anything you say Marlene: Thinks you've got the voice of an angel for sure Ali: Aww, what a babe Ali: like mother like daughter 😏 Marlene: She had her moments of hell raising Marlene: Would to this day if it was possible Ali: Imma ask her all about it when I see her Ali: fo'sho Marlene: That'd make her happy Ali: Who doesn't love being scandalous? Marlene: Whoever gave you detention Ali: Give you three guesses 😑 Marlene: I don't need them Marlene: Most are in your fan club too Ali: Exactly Ali: Don't teach R.S. if you can't handle healthy debate Marlene: Yeah. We live in Dublin not a dictatorship Ali: Honestly Ali: Some people really wanna take it back to the troubles Ali: Shouldn't have said as much but chill, dude Marlene: Freedom of speech, babe Marlene: I've lost count of how many teachers I've called homophobes Marlene: Gotta speak up Ali: True Ali: you are a bit quick on the draw sometimes, like Marlene: I'm not letting them get away with it Ali: Just sayin', plenty of reasons to give you dirty looks, babe, not all of 'em that you're gay 😜 Marlene: I'm a perfect gentleman and you know it Ali: True Ali: You don't look it tho Marlene: You don't look like a rebel queen Marlene: And yet Ali: I know looks are deceiving, tell it to the homophobes, babe 😏 Ali: also you gotta stop with the compliments 😾 Marlene: But everyone's clearing out. It's the perfect time to shower you with them Marlene: Where do you wanna be? Here or there Ali: When bae only sweet talks you when their mates aren't about Ali: SUCH a fuckboy, darling 💋 Marlene: You know what I was getting at, darling Marlene: We can be alone finally Marlene: But only if you're in the mood Ali: I'll come over Ali: as much as my Ma is also a fan, just yours like, not so much mine Marlene: Let me pick you up Marlene: It's too dark for that shit Ali: Nah, I wanna walk Ali: gotta burn off the energy I didn't get to rock out Marlene: Hold your keys since you won't take my knife off me Ali: Don't worry Ali: My Da beat you to the self-defense lesson, like Ali: I'm sweet Marlene: If I'm not there to protect you, I'm bound to worry Ali: You worry too much, baby Ali: Good thing I'm coming to take all your cares away Ali: and I've got bud, naturally 🚬 Marlene: And I hid some drinks from the vultures Ali: Party of two 😘 Marlene: When you get here. Until you do I'm sitting on the floor alone writing shitty songs about you Ali: Try and write a good one, will ya? Not having it bandied about that I'm a shit muse 😉 Ali: you could never Ali: gonna play for me when I get there? Marlene: Been trying since I met you, babygirl Marlene: It's not you, it's me Ali: Nah Ali: there's a hit in there, I just gotta try harder Ali: as you're so anti-establishment, your brain is noping on writing a bop that everyone will love Marlene: I want you to love it Marlene: You're the one it's for Ali: I'm excited to hear Ali: assuming I don't get shanked on the way by the big bad wolf Marlene: Your tragic early death isn't the inspiration I want or need Ali: Tell it to the TV writers, hun Ali: angry protest song #765 Marlene: I'll sing you my shitty song and you can die laughing Ali: Never Ali: cross my heart Marlene: And fingers that I can patch together a chorus that doesn't make me wanna die before you get here Ali: 🤞 Ali: I have faith enough for two Marlene: As an angel, you kind of have to bring it Ali: No pressure 😓 Marlene: I'm more than okay with you lacking it, stick it to your detention giver over again Marlene: And I love you, so forgiven most sins Ali: A benevolent Goddess you are Marlene: Modeled on the original lesbian in the sky Ali: Debated theology enough today to live and let live on that one babe Marlene: Promise I'll save the angry lesbian god essay recital for another night Ali: You're a doll 💋 Ali: Oh, hold up, I see my ex Ali: ready for this awkward convo in 3 2 Ali: brb Marlene: Bet you want me to pick you up now, don't you? Ali: [15 mins later] Ali: That was wild Marlene: What the fuck, Ali Marlene: I was about to start searching for you Ali: Soz, more chatty than I remember Ali: only gone at got someone pregnant hasn't he Marlene: Dodged a bullet Ali: Tell me about it Ali: Still out on the town tryna get some though Ali: is that the new come on? I'm fertile! Marlene: In this town, likely Marlene: Which ex is it? Ali: #4 good drugs, bad teeth Ali: the one who lowkey stalked me after and my brother had to smack him one Ali: good times, unexpected detour down memory lane there but got us some freebies so Marlene: It took 15 mins to get what you're owed, how long does he take over customers who aren't his stalked exes Marlene: bad business is what you should've called him Marlene: Or manners Ali: names are definitely open to workshopping Ali: he had to show me the scan pics, duh Marlene: Had to do the whole come on Marlene: fucking pig Ali: Bless Ali: have your fun whilst you still can, kid Marlene: not with my girlfriend Ali: don't worry babe, got the drugs for free free Ali: not suck my dick free Marlene: Are you gonna be here soon Marlene: I can still bring the car Ali: Yeah, I'll get a wriggle on Ali: 5 minutes if I run Marlene: If you don't run into any more exes first Ali: cities littered with 'em Marlene: If you didn't date men you could stay friends with them Ali: why would I wanna do that? Ali: I've seen your dyke drama, a no thank you Marlene: I don't have dyke drama Marlene: You're the one trying to avoid the awkward Ali: 😏 Ali: I don't care, its funny Ali: he wasn't that bad, really Ali: don't need to add every ex to my inner circle though, that's a madness Marlene: He stalked you Marlene: He's an asshole Ali: Not properly Ali: Just had issue letting go as fast as I did, who can blame him 😘 Marlene: It's not funny, Ali, it's fucked Ali: So serious 😾 Ali: It ain't like he locked me in his basement, I get to decide how fucked it was or wasn't Marlene: You get to brush it under the carpet too, doesn't make it right Ali: 🙄 you're as bad as my mother Marlene: maybe she's got a point Ali: Ugh, don't need to point score, she already likes ya, babe Ali: he's just a stupid kid, not fucking Bundy, yeah, let's chill Marlene: He doesn't have to be Bundy to be held accountable, babe Marlene: He's gonna be someone's dad Marlene: What the fuck Ali: for what? being a bit of a prick at 16 Ali: s'not a crime, last time I checked Marlene: it doesn't have to be Marlene: Lads think they can do whatever they want Marlene: They can't and shouldn't Ali: Nah, this isn't a soap box moment, babe Ali: we all do things we know are wrong, and ain't proud of Ali: 'cos of how we're feeling Ali: Honestly, not a big deal Ali: and not an exclusively male thing, that's a crock of shit Marlene: If I was heavy handed with one of my exes I'd get so much shit Marlene: He gets boys will be boys Marlene: It's not a big deal because you're making excuses for him Ali: From who? The lesbian mafia? Ali: Straight girls are INSANE Ali: way worse than #4 was ever Ali: I'm not gonna burn him at the stake for something I don't believe in Marlene: Straight girls are a whole other subject Marlene: Last I checked you didn't have any of them as exes so no really the point Ali: That you know of Marlene: I know about every one of your exes Ali: Okay, Liam Neeson Ali: can't be calling out stalkers when you're breathing down the phone like that 😂 Marlene: You're not funny Ali: I am though Ali: but I ain't coming over if you're gonna be such a downer Marlene: Are you serious? Marlene: Your jokes are so bad I can't tell Ali: Duh Ali: Killing my vibe, babe Marlene: You're basically here Ali: So? Ali: I can keep walking into this dark night Marlene: So come in Marlene: I'm sorry, baby Ali: You promise you're gonna stop being lame? Marlene: Cross my heart Ali: Okay, lemme in then