A Book Of Bullshit I Make Instead Of Sleeping Oops

Today's BS Can Suck My Nonexistent Dick Thanks

"'What happened to your-'

'I lost a bet.'

'Why-'

'I don't want to talk about it.'"

FIRST LET'S DO TAGALOG CONJUGATION OF THE PROMPT WITH SD AND FUCK UP MISERABLY BECAUSE I CRAVE DEATH AND WHAT BETTER WAY TO DO IT THAN BY CRINGING AT MY INABILITY TO SENTENCES

"Anyare mo-"

"Naligaw ng pusta."

"Bakit-"

"Ayoko ng usap tungkol sa ito."

I HAS FUCKED UP MOST LIKELY

SOMEONE KILL ME

prompt time for real yeet

Edge is pouting on his beloved FUCKINGCOUCH. Receiver enters the room and sees it immediately.

"Edge, what happened?"

"Lost a bet," Edge grumbles.

"Why are you..." Receiver clears his throat, "...dressed like that?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Who'd you lose to anyway?"

"Lancer."

"Have I been summoned?" Lancer asks, slinking into the room. "Oh how lovely, you're wearing it!"

"Shut up," Edge groans, burying his face in his hands.

"Stand up."

Edge stares wide eyed and unseeingly at the ground through splayed fingers. If he stands...

What if someone sees him?

Fair, Receiver is still in the room, but he and Edge are good friends. But what if another module comes in?

"Edge. Stand. Up."

The ginger hears the danger in his seme's voice and reacts instantly, doing as he's told.

His stripper worthy maid dress is for all the world to see. Or at least, anyone who walks into the room.

He knows the skirt is purposely too short, but he's further reminded when Lancer pulls him into hug and grabs his ass. A free hand works at the seemingly complex laces across his back, the only things covering his skin there.

He blushes hard, burying his face in Lancer's shoulder to bury his embarrassment.

Lancer knows exactly what he's doing and gently pries him off, blocking him with a kiss.

Edge can never help himself, submitting to Lancer's lips.

He whines as the dress slides off one shoulder, and Lancer smirks. Replacing his lips with three fingers, he pushes through Edge's lips, giving the ginger something to keep his mouth busy.

In the meantime, the blonde latches onto Edge's neck, bruising it with rough kisses and continuing to strip down his uke, his whore.

Receiver chooses now to leave, as he'd rather not watch his best friend get fucked.

Noting Receiver's exit, Lancer stumbles toward the couch, pinning Edge onto it and binding his wrists elaborately with the laces he'd just undone.

Edge struggles and whines some more, but Lancer just innocently kisses the ginger's now bare stomach.

Edge pleads weakly, spreading his legs for entrance. Lancer massages his inner thighs, as if debating whether or not to indulge the boy.

"Lancer, I need you~!"

Lancer smirks, finding Edge still loose enough from their prior night's activities, and still dripping thanks to a lack of aftercare. Lancer had to go to a concert meeting instead.

"Dammit, you dirty fucking slut," Lancer comments as Edge leaks the seme's earlier release. "You like it inside you?"

Edge nods breathlessly, anticipating penetration.

He's never ready though.

He shrieks Lancer's name, curling up to cling to the blonde for dear life, howling his pleas and pleasure.

It hurts like hell, sure, but he loves the pain.

He loves the breathless feeling of it while being kissed roughly, choking on Lancer's starving tongue down his throat.

His bound wrists are no obstacle for him to loop his arms around Lancer's neck. Lancer soon cums because my motivation to actually put this in words died I still wanna write it but writing hates me rn apparently cuz I can't do that shit atm

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today's prompt can suck my nonexistent dick >:((((((