bitch;

"I wish you loved me."

"Everyone can tell you love me, it’s obvious."

"I just wanna give you the love you never had, why won’t you let me?"

"I want to hold you like no one else has, love you like no one else has, and make you mine in ways no one else ever will."

"I would kiss every last one of your scars away if you would let me."

"I know your scared, but I promise I’ll protect you."

"I just want you to be mine, and me to be yours."

"Can I just hug you?"

"I’ve never met you, and this is totally crazy, but wow I really like you."

"So….you free tonight?"

"You know I’m totally free tonight if you wanna do something…"

"Can I keep you?"

"Kiss me before I go."

"If this is goodbye, I have to know what you would’ve done if I had confessed to you sooner…."

"You look really beautiful/handsome in that."

"Did it hurt? When you fell from heaven, I mean."

"Wow, I’ve never seen an angel before…"


”You’re the hottest person in this place.”


“I saw that. You just checked me out.”

"You’re cute, but I bet you’d be even cuter moaning my name and begging me for ‘it’."

"Aw, your so cute. How about I buy you a drink?"

"Can I get a picture with you? Cause when I tell my mom/dad about this, he’s/she’s gonna want proof that I saw an angel."

"Hey, can I get your number?"


“*wolf whistle*”

"I wanna fuck you."

"You look so cute in that skirt~."

"I love your outfit, but I think it would look better on my bedroom floor."

"I just want a chance to love you."

"I just really like, you?"

"I don’t know! Okay? I don’t know, I just…I just like you…"

"God, you look beautiful squirming like that."

"I wanna bite you, I wanna bruise you, and I wanna take you. Right here, right now." “Oh darling, I’m going to break you.”

"I wanna bite you, I wanna scratch you, I wanna bruise you, I wanna make you scream for me."

"I just want you to be mine."

"Just let me have this, this moment where we’re still us, please?"

"If you don’t love me, can’t you pretend for just a minute? Just let me have this, just for now, please…"

"When you leave me tomorrow, and I’m alone in this bed, I’m gonna wonder if you let people see all those bruises and bitemarks on your skin. I’m gonna wonder if they all know your my good little boy/girl or if they think they can have you, and that your there’s for the taking."

"Be a good little boy/girl for your master."

"Be a good little boy/girl for your mistress."

"Don’t hold it in, don’t bite it back. I wanna hear your voice, or I’ll stop."

"Shhh, shhh. You don’t want them to hear you, do you?"

"Bad boy/girl, I told you to stay quite until I said otherwise."

"Aw, your so cute when your begging."

"Get on your hands and knees and beg me."

"I really wanna get you home and out of all those clothes."

"Strip. Now."

Telling Tweek not to freak out held about as much worth as telling a dog not to bark. It definitely didn’t help that no one had ever kissed him before. 

It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, and he was glad to see nothing had happened as a result. It hadn’t been long ago he’d told Craig that kissing someone would probably make him implode. 

Telling Tweek not to freak out held about as much worth as telling a dog not to bark. It definitely didn’t help that no one had ever kissed him before. 

It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, and he was glad to see nothing had happened as a result. It hadn’t been long ago he’d told Craig that kissing someone would probably make him implode. 

Oh, well. That was probably as good an explanation as any other. Tweek had never even considered a romantic relationship with anyone- he didn’t know how to face it now that it was right in his face. 

The little touches felt nice, though. Whether it was because he hadn’t gotten the chance to drink his coffee or because the contact was calming him down he wasn’t trembling quite so hard as usual.

He felt that the other wasn't trembling as hard as when they had first talked, and he grinned inwardly, praising himself for making him calm down. He reached down, and tugged his hips a little closer, fingers rubbing into his skin.

He pulled back to talk for just a moment.

Telling Tweek not to freak out held about as much worth as telling a dog not to bark. It definitely didn’t help that no one had ever kissed him before. 

It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, and he was glad to see nothing had happened as a result. It hadn’t been long ago he’d told Craig that kissing someone would probably make him implode. 

Tweek fiddled with the bottom of his shirt, only realizing now he’d buttoned it wrong. Again. He plopped down on the bed, worming his way a little closer. This was okay. The little nips made him jump every time, but that was to be expected. 

Telling Tweek not to freak out held about as much worth as telling a dog not to bark. It definitely didn’t help that no one had ever kissed him before. 

It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, and he was glad to see nothing had happened as a result. It hadn’t been long ago he’d told Craig that kissing someone would probably make him implode. 

Tweek was tempted to pull his shirt up over his face, because ffffuck if it wasn’t red as a cherry right about now. South Park was a weird place, but never in a million years had he expected to just find a random hookup while trying to get coffee. 

"Y-Yeah…" He laughed nervously, but it sounded uncomfortable and forced. Oh boy. This was probably a bad idea- he wasn’t even good at kissing, he wasn’t even good at ANYTHING aside from brewing coffee and trembling like a small dog. 

Telling Tweek not to freak out held about as much worth as telling a dog not to bark. It definitely didn’t help that no one had ever kissed him before. 

It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, and he was glad to see nothing had happened as a result. It hadn’t been long ago he’d told Craig that kissing someone would probably make him implode. 

He shook his head, flinching only just the tiniest bit when his wrist was grabbed- but he righted himself quickly. No reason to be nervous. As if that’d ever stopped him before. 

Telling Tweek not to freak out held about as much worth as telling a dog not to bark. It definitely didn’t help that no one had ever kissed him before. 

It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, and he was glad to see nothing had happened as a result. It hadn’t been long ago he’d told Craig that kissing someone would probably make him implode. 

How odd that he’d gone out for coffee and come back with a… Christophe. 

Gregory smirked, he’d expected an answer from that like Christophe, fortunately he was a few steps ahead of him, both in the present moment and mentally.

Telling Tweek not to freak out held about as much worth as telling a dog not to bark. It definitely didn’t help that no one had ever kissed him before. 

It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, and he was glad to see nothing had happened as a result. It hadn’t been long ago he’d told Craig that kissing someone would probably make him implode. 

Telling Tweek not to freak out held about as much worth as telling a dog not to bark. It definitely didn’t help that no one had ever kissed him before. 

It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, and he was glad to see nothing had happened as a result. It hadn’t been long ago he’d told Craig that kissing someone would probably make him implode. 

Except for maybe not. What did they do now? They barely knew each other, there couldn’t be any kind of commitment yet. That’d be ridiculous. But he did like kissing and he wasn’t find of the idea of it ceasing, potentially forever.

Telling Tweek not to freak out held about as much worth as telling a dog not to bark. It definitely didn’t help that no one had ever kissed him before. 

It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, and he was glad to see nothing had happened as a result. It hadn’t been long ago he’d told Craig that kissing someone would probably make him implode.