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Made a lil blurb about how Val first crosses paths with two of the 141 boys. Warning for vaguely unsafe piercing practices.
@going-to-ikea-for-the-fries 👀👀👀👀
Having a piercing studio next to a fairly popular bar is good for business. But holy fuck does it get annoying. The endless cacophony of drunks stumbling down the streets, on the prowl for the greasyiest food money can buy is enough to drive anyone batty.
But like anyone else on this rotten earth, Val is just another cog in the great capitalist machine. Cursed to a life of working themselves to an early grave.
All things considered, Val loved her job. Getting paid to stab people is great anger management.
Sandalwood and vanilla smoke fills the air as Val's attention is turned to the door. A tinkling of a bell announces the presence of potential clients.
A brief moment is spent putting on the customer service mask before Val steps out of the shadows and into the tiny reception area. Paintings and tapestries cover the peeling wallpaper of the old building.
"Evening, boys! Name's Val. What can I help you with?" They step over and around the various clutter covering the uneven wooden floors.
It takes several minutes for the two men to stop elbowing each other and finally speak. They are clearly drunk but hey, Val needs the cash.
Finally, the brick shithouse with a mohawk helpfully contributes. "We are lookin' to get piercings."
Jesus christ... Val takes a deep breath and shoves down any sense of anger and annoyance. Drunk people are idiots.
"Well, you are in the right place." She grins. "Any idea what you want or is it dealers choice?"
After nearly ten minutes, Val is herding the two men to the back of the shop and placing clipboards in their hands.
"Here's how this works. You read and sign the waiver, get comfy, and I'll get all up in your business with a needle. Sound good?"
They are met with a chorus of "yes ma'am" and a cheeky mock salute.
Val busies themself gathering and sterilizing their tools as well as the jewelry selected by the two men. A conch piercing for Mr. Mohawk and a pretty gold barbell for the man with the biggest baby-cow eyes this side of the Atlantic.
"Who's up first?"
"That'd be me." The guy who's name is Johnny, not mohawk man, raises his hand.
Val nods, narrating their actions as they get up close and personal. "Yeah, it's cold. I know. Sorry."
Pen, alcohol wipes, last chance to back out. It's a familiar routine, almost calming in its predictability.
"Okay. Deep breath in for me and then on the exhale you'll feel a pinch."
Three, two, one...
"That's it... Perfect." Val hums as the needle goes through the cartilage with ease. He grabs the internally threaded jewelry and slips it through the new wound.
"You're a pro! Let me know if you feel dizzy or faint at all, yeah?" Despite the dubious morality of piercing a drunk guy, Val still cares about their clients and is passionate about the artistry behind it all.
Johnny is moved to a different chair and Kyle takes his place.
"Alright... bellybutton time. Can you lift your shirt for me?"
Going through the motions once more, Val learns an interesting fact about their second client.
"Need you to stop giggling if you want this to get done."
Kyle is ticklish.
Somehow, despite the squirming, Val manages to get the jewelry in with minimal incident.
"Wicked! So, I'll send you both home with these little pamphlets here that have everything you need to know about taking care of your new piercings. And once the swelling goes down come on back and I'll swap out the jewelry for something nicer."
With cash swapping hands and a promise to call if there are any issues, Kyle and Johnny are back out on the streets trying to hail a cab.
While locking up, two spiders crawl up the side of the door towards a web containing four arachnids in all. Val is left with a strong feeling they will cost paths again.
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this is one and only warning, if you see this and still decide to piss us off, you are having the consequences of your actions.
This will be the first and only time I say this, despite the fact my blog is already tagged as MDNI:
I. DO. NOT. WANT. MINORS. FOLLOWING. INTERACTING WITH. OR LURKING ON. MY BLOG.
Let me make it very clear what I mean by this:
I will block you on sight.
And if you come to my ask box in anon to 'brag' about lurking anonimously like I've seen some of you do to other bloggers, I *will* not be kind :)
You've been warned.
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Why’s he so… and his grunts omfg
This is my personal gameplay btw 🤍
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@going-to-ikea-for-the-fries ARE YOU SEEING THIS?????
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HAHHAHAHA
mine is (beofre) instead of before. Absolutely hilarious.
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🌸My Super Long Hopefully Fun Character Ask Game:
👕Appearance
What is your character's favorite physical trait they possess?
What would your character wear if they were told they had to gussy up?
Is there something about your character's appearance that they would change if possible?
Does your character have a favorite material they like to wear?
What are your character's opinion on scars?
How much interest does your character take in trends?
Is there someone your character tries to look similar to?
Does your character have a physical trait that they're known for?
What does your character smell like?
If your character could splurge on a particular garment, what would it be?
Is your character's favorite color a color they wear often?
Has your character gone through major stylistic or physical changes?
What is something your character would refuse to wear?
Is there a style your character is afraid they can’t pull off?
Would your character wear something someone else picked out for them?
Is your character's appearance more telling or deceiving?
What are your character's thoughts on wearing costumes?
Does your character have a favorite outfit?
If your character had to get a tattoo what would it be?
📦Objects
Is there an item your character doesn't like to leave without?
What gift would your character give to someone they didn't like but felt obligated to?
What type of object is likely to catch your character's attention?
Is there an item your character liked that they can’t get back?
Would your character ever try to haggle?
What is something your character is proud to own?
Does your character ever spend more than they have?
What would it take for your character to give up an item they really like?
Does your character prefer to give or receive gifts?
Is there a type of object your character doesn’t like?
What might an acquaintance think is a good gift for your character?
Does your character personify objects?
What does your character most enjoy shopping for?
Is there an item your character is embarrassed they own or want?
Would your character prefer something bought or made personally?
Is your character willing to ask for things?
What is most important to your character when shopping?
🍽️Food and Drink
What flavor would your character say their personality is?
Would your character prefer baking, cooking or mixing drinks?
Is there a food or drink your character is unwilling to try?
How big is your character's appetite?
Does your character consider eating fun?
Would your character eat or drink something they didn't like to appease someone?
Is there food that has made your character sick?
What is your character's favorite food group?
Does your character like to try new foods?
What is a childhood meal your character cherishes?
Is your character food motivated?
Which mealtime is your character's favorite?
How much does your character care about wasting food?
Does your character prefer restaurant food or home cooked food?
What food or drink does your character consider a treat?
Is there a food texture your character doesn't like?
What kind of drinks does your character prefer?
🌤️Weather and Nature
What would your character do if they were suddenly caught in the rain?
Has your character had a meaningful encounter with an animal?
What season would your character say they're most similar to?
Is there a natural phenomenon that scares your character?
Has your character ever had an animal phase?
Would your character enjoy sky gazing?
Does your character have a good sense of direction?
What type of environment does your character like best?
Is your character good with animals?
How would your character react to snow?
What part of nature would your character most resonate with?
Could your character survive in the wilderness on their own for a week or more?
What element best represents your character?
Does your character prefer hot or cold weather?
Is there a creature that scares your character?
What celestial body would interest your character the most?
Is your character good with plants?
How willing would your character be to nap outside?
What animal would your character say best represents them?
🤝Community and Relationships
Does your character prefer company or solitude when sick?
What is your character's favorite kind of social event?
How comfortable would your character be singing and dancing in front of others?
Is your character upfront about their feelings?
Who would your character first seek if they needed medical help?
How willing would your character be to go to a party with people they don't know?
Who is your character most honest with?
How likely is it for your character to initiate a friendship?
Where is your character's comfort place?
Is there a habit your character has that they learned from someone else?
Does your character have people they think would worry about them if they got injured?
How would your character react to being put in a position of leadership?
Would your character be good at providing medical assistance?
Who would your character say knows them best?
Is there a person your character would turn to for backup in a fight?
Who would your character most want to sign their cast if they got one?
How well does your character work with others?
What is your character's favorite form of affection?
Does your character enjoy celebrating holidays?
What would it take for your character to get into a fight?
💓Mind, Body and Soul
What is a habit your character has that others might find cute?
Are there particular sounds your character is fond of?
Is your character more prone to fight or flight?
Does your character believe in myths and fairy tales?
What words could tear your character down?
How well does your character act under pressure?
Is your character good at practicing self-care?
What scents does your character find comforting?
Does your character have any allergies?
Is your character a light, medium or heavy sleeper?
Does your character have strong willpower?
Is your character more likely to give advice or seek it?
How does your character relax?
Is there a secret thing your character longs to hear?
Does your character have a sleep routine?
Would your character feel confident in a fight?
Is your character more energized in the morning, afternoon or at night?
How often does your character have nightmares?
Are there scents your character dislikes?
Is there a fear your character wants to learn to overcome?
If your character had to act in a play what role would they think they’d best perform?
Does your character have a high pain tolerance?
🎲 Hobbies and Activities
What kind of games does your character most enjoy playing?
Does your character have a secret hobby?
What is a talent your character wishes they had?
Is there an activity your character used to enjoy that they now dislike?
Which does your character try to prioritize more, work or hobbies?
Does your character work better with creative or technical endeavors?
What is a talent that your character is proud of?
Is your character more outdoorsy or indoorsy?
What is a topic your character would be excited to talk about?
Is there a skill your character doesn’t know they’re bad at?
Does your character have any injury stories?
What kind of music does your character enjoy?
Has your character ever made something for themselves or someone else?
What is your character’s opinion on cheating in games?
How good is your character at following through on projects?
What’s an activity that reminds your character of someone else?
Does your character prefer music or silence?
What is a topic your character wouldn't want to talk about?
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@ikea-dollies Lucas and Kylie-
so what if I sucked his dick. his knuckles were split and bloody from defending my safety and my honour what else was I supposed to do
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AMJDJRBDHFUHWJDIXJ goose.exe has stopped working
Birthday Gift.
words: 1.2k~
cw: smut, soft fluff (bc Dante loves her very much) I guess, legal age gap (25&33)
a/n: You know me. This is not Proofread.
May 5th, 2024
Dante sat outside his shop, watching the delivery driver carrying inside spools upon spools of new fabric he had ordered, a cigarette between his fingers and eyes locked on the sun lowering in the horizon.
Marissa was out with her friends tonight, partying and having fun, completely unaware of what he was up to, of what he was planning.
Dante prided himself in being able to keep certain aspects of his life under wraps. It came with being involved in the things he is, the life he leads, the kinks he engages in.
It could also stem from having suppressed certain sides of him growing up to avoid criticism and abuse. Maybe.
Either way, he was actually a good liar, or, at the very least, good at hiding the truth even if he didn't particularly enjoy it.
Like currently, when he had told Marissa he was knee-deep in projects for some event and, therefore, had to work overtime and wouldn't be available as often as she wished for him to be.
He told her, also, he didn't want her to feel neglected or abandoned, but that he knew he was going to be in no mood for visits or play sessions and would likely not even answer texts for a while.
Dante had spotted the way she tried arguing, pouting, getting a bratty attitude, only for him to shut it down and tell her directly, eye-to-eye "This is not an invitation for you to be a brat and defy me. I'm telling you how it is. I'm gonna be stressed and overworked and don't want to risk you catching me in a bad mood and me hurting you."
Was it harsh? Yes. Did it make him feel like shit? Also yes. But, this time, a lie was necessary. It'd be worth it. Just to see the smile on her face.
That's the only thought in his mind as the driver comes back out of the shop and extends the electronic signature device to him, letting Dante sign for the delivery.
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May 15th, 2024
"Have the fit you wanna have, princess, but get dressed and get in the fucking car." Dante scolds her as he glares at her from the other side of the threshold of her apartment.
Sure, he knew Marissa would be a brat, but what did she expect? He did warn her he'd be stressed and busy, so why was she now denying going out with him on her birthday?
"No." Marissa retorts and crosses her arms, a pout on her lips. "You don't get to ignore my texts for three days and now suddenly message me to get dressed and that you're taking me out on my birthday without even having texted me 'Happy Birthday' or 'Good morning'."
Dante takes a deep breath to steel himself and sighs. "Marissa, for all that is Holy-" He begins, squeezing his gloved hands into fists. "Either you get dressed and come down to the fucking car so I can show you your stupid fucking birthday gifts, or I will toss you over my shoulder and take you as you are right now." He warns and gestures at her lounging outfit.
"I'd like to see you try." Marissa replies with a bite to her voice, already on her to slamming the door shut in his face. Dante stops her by slamming his foot between the door and the doorjamb.
"Now you listen here, you brat-" He warns as he pushes the door open and wraps his arms around the shorter girl, sliding his fingers amidst her pretty brown hair, his fingertips gripping her head and holding it in place.
Marissa tries fighting him, squirming, only for him to pin her against the wall and quench her needy thirst by pressing his thigh between her own, his arm around her back pulling her down and rocking her back and forth against the black material of his slacks.
She mews so prettily, even when she's angry at him... especially when she's angry at him.
"Is this what you need? To have me fuck the attitude out of you, hm? On your own birthday?" He taunts as he looks her in the eye, his nose brushing against her cheek and his lips already kissing up her jaw and wetting her skin.
"Shut up-" Marissa retorts, still holding onto her bratty fit, but slowly losing her bravado as he rocks her back and forth against his thigh, her toes barely catching a perch on the floor of her apartment, sometimes grazing his polished dress shoes.
"I would've thought a little brat like you would want me to treat her all nice, take her out to an expensive dinner, and present her with a fortune worth of gifts..." He teases and chuckles.
"But no... All you want is me, isn't it, sweet thing? All you need is your Sir, isn't it?" He adds as he carefully probes his tongue into her mouth, feeling her suck on it, while his hands grab her around the hip and pull her close.
Marissa whines into his mouth, sucking and licking his tongue, feeling the taste of him, one she hasn't had the ability to get in 10 days, and has missed dearly.
Pulling back from the kiss, he resumes talking to her, nearly goading her. "You could behave, you know? You could... let me take you out like I planned... You know how much it cost me to reserve a table for us at that one restaurant you always talk about wanting to go?" He complains as he kisses her jaw and keeps rocking her cunt against his thigh.
"God damn you, sweet thing," Dante grunts as he undoes his belt with one hand, tugging down his dress pants, and fishing out his already hardening cock. "I love how much of a brat you are, but you also annoy the crap out of me," He says, his tone fully affectionate as he takes her hand and wraps it around his length.
"Is this what you wanted? This cock?" He taunts before pulling her underwear aside and rubbing his fingers down her slit, and back up, his fingertips rubbing against her clit. "These fingers? Me taking care of your pretty cunny, huh? Because she can't resist me, can she?"
Marissa nods and bucks her hips against his hand, causing a rumble of a laugh to rise in his chest. Her sounds of pleasure are soft and needy as her hands grab onto the material of his blazer, one he tailor-made for himself.
"God, you know how long I spent on your gift? And all you wanted was my cock buried inside you?" He asks her as he leans his forehead against hers, his fingertips still fanning over her clit, rubbing and carefully twisting it between two fingers.
"What is it...?" His brat ends up asking through frustrated and needy sounds of pleasure, causing Dante to chuckle again.
"I sewed you a whole closet worth of pieces..." He murmurs and closes his eyes as she fists his cock a bit faster, hissing through clenched teeth. "Dresses, skirts, tops, pretty little panties that I plan on ripping off you..." He murmurs in her ear before biting her earlobe.
"Anything you could ever want, I sewed it for you, and any other time you find something you like, I'll sew it too..." He tells her as he licks a stripe up her neck before kissing her again.
for @goose-dollies :) sorry I got lazy at the end, idk
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The Dollhouse
Marissa Karin Romano
Kylie Marcie Rossi-Brown
Matteo Enzo De Luca
Isa Cruz Garcia
Evelyne Marie Gray
Marcus Alexander Wagner
Alara "Cleo" Emil Demir
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Bella Ciao
Now Playing: So High School
Word Count: 1.2k+
Pairing: F! Dolly Kylie Marcie Rossie-Brown x Moot! Dolly Lucas Fox
A/N: I blame the mojitos and Kea. @ikea-dollies & @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries
CWs: AGELESS, MINORS, DNI, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED, Fluff/Smut, Kylie is in love, cuddling, shameless smut, Lucas’s pale ass (literally), balcony sex, piv sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f), hair pulling, darcyphillia, slight legal age gap (6 years), sloppy style making out, multiple orgasms, exhibitionism, talk of pregnancy.
I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME, YOU ARE.
The crashing of beach waves was the first sound Kylie woke up to. She then felt the warmth of the body behind her, the arm around her waist, and the breathing of her Lucas. The air in Naples was slightly humid, so they relied on a thin hotel sheet and each other for warmth rather than a blanket. She sees the orange of the sun rising reflect upon Lucas's pale skin, she shifts in his arms and brings a hand up to his cheek, light touching his skin as to not disturb his peace. Much to her dismay, his light lashes flutter, and she is met with his green eyes. Lucas grins at her, pulling her closer to him.
"And in the blink of a crinkling eye,"
"Knew I looked good, but do ya have to stare all the time?"
Kylie snorts, wrapping her arms around his neck, their bare chests pressed together.
"I much prefer the ocean, maybe we can go today? Get some lunch at that cafe?"
Lucas grumbles, pushing his face into the crook of her neck, "Five more minutes,"
"I'm tryin' to stifle my sighs,"
Sometimes, just sometimes, Kylie wonders how Lucas survives England summers.
"You look ridiculous."
"You weren't saying that this morning, darling."
Kylie stares at him, under an umbrella, in a sun suit, outfit complete with a fucking sun hat. There was a white cast of sunscreen on his face from the unholy amount of the product he put on prior. Meanwhile, she was in a simple bikini fully out under the sun.
"You look worse than a fucking tourist; you're paler than before, and I didn't know that was even possible for a ginger."
Lucas glares at her for that, opening his book and turning his attention to that.
"See if this 'ginger', fucks you tonight."
Kylie fully laughs at that, sinking down into the beach chair next to him.
"'Cause I feel so high school every time I look at you."
"No one's ever had me, not like you."
Kylie leans on the balcony of their hotel room, watching the blue waves reflect off the moon and crash upon the sandy shore again and again, until Lucas comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. She hums when he drags the strap of her white nightgown down, trailing sloppy kisses down the side of her neck, taking advantage of her hair being up in a messy bun. She presses back against him, her ass grinding into his growing bulge. Lucas groans low in his throat, pulling her hips back into him.
"So much for not fucking me tonight,"
"Shut up, pretty girl."
Kylie smiles, turning around in his arms. Lucas stares back at her before slotting their lips together. She wraps her arms around his neck to pull him closer to her. His hands go to her waist, bunching the fabric there and pulling it up and over her head. He lets the nightgown fall to the ground; they can worry about the missing clothes in the morning, and captures Kylie's lips once more.
“Tell me 'bout the first time you saw me,”
Kylie’s heart hammers in her chest when Lucas lowers onto his knees, scraping his teeth against her stomach as he goes. She flushes as she stares down at him, his pupils blown, the black eclipsing the green. Lucas places wet, open mouthed kisses to each of her thighs before throwing her right leg over her shoulder, maintaining eye contact. Kylie's hand finds its way in his messy mop of red curls, pulling him closer to her core.
"Please, no teasing," She whispers, careful to not be too loud and disturb their neighbors.
Lucas huffs, but indulges his girl by licking a stripe through her folds, causing her to whimper and buck her hips up into his mouth.
"You knew what you wanted,"
Kylie clings to the railing behind her and moans out when Lucas drags his tongue up to her clit and sucks, bringing a hand up to her hips to stabilize her. Her hips grind against his tongue, shoving his face deeper into her cunt. One of Lucas's hands leaves her hip, going to circle her entrance, pushing into her warm walls when she whines into the air. He's able to easily add a second finger when she begs for more, pushing them in an curling in a come hither motion. Kylie spasms around him, thighs tensing and body curling inward.
She pants through the pleasure, Lucas moving her fingers consistently in and out of her, prolonging her orgasm. He doesn't stop until her body relaxes, sagging against the railing, and her delicate hand pulling him away from her core.
Lucas stands up and spins Kylie around, bending her over the railing, pulling a squeak from her throat. He drapes his chest over her back, his lips next to her ear and his stubble scratching her jaw.
“Shush, don’t want anyone to hear, do you darling?”
Kylie nods, bringing her arm back to grab onto any part of him, settling on his forearm. She whimpers when she feels the fabric of his sleep pants shift, the warmth of his cock replacing it.
“And, boy, you got her,”
Kylie wiggles her hips back when Lucas runs the head between her folds, lubing his cock in her slick. He pushes his hips forward when the top catches on her entrance, her tight cunt enveloping him with warmth. Lucas admires her face, the way it contorts in pleasure and how her eyebrows scrunch, her kiss swollen lips parting in a perfect “O.”
He gives her a moment to adjust, picking up the pace when she arches her back against him. Mewls and cries fall from Kylie’s lips, echoing into the night. Lucas brings his hand up to cover her mouth, his thumb resting on her cheekbone. He gently pulls her up, her spine bowing on his chest. The sounds of his pelvis meeting the plush of her ass fills the new silence.
The head of his cock hammers against the nerves within her walls, her cunt gushing and her glassy eyes crossing. A well aimed thrust sends the tears of pleasure running down her flushed cheeks. Lucas guessed that the mumbles she slurs is his warning that she’s going to cum.
“C’mon darling, come on my cock,”
That was all it took to send her off the edge. Kylie’s entire body jerked, her cunt clenching around his length. She pants against his hand, stray tears pooling between his fingers.
Lucas lets her head rest on the railing, opting to grip onto her waist, chasing his own orgasm. Kylie whimpers from the overstimulation, her thighs shaking from holding herself up for so long. Lucas groans, pressing his chest flush with her sweaty back as he cums. They sit there for a few moments, enjoying the peace and the afterglow of their orgasms.
"It's true, swear, Scout's honor,"
After cleaning up, Lucas pulls Kylie closer to him, resting his cheek on the crown of her head. Kylie thinks back to early this morning as she lays on her Lucas's chest, about the peace she felt when she was with him, and about the positive pregnancy test currently in the en-suite trash bin, wrapped in toilet paper. Yeah, she smiles to herself, he’s the one.
"You knew what you wanted, and, boy, you got her."
Thanks to @superhero-landing for holding me accountable 🫶🏻
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Bella Ciao
Now Playing: So High School
Word Count: 1.2k+
Pairing: F! Dolly Kylie Marcie Rossie-Brown x Moot! Dolly Lucas Fox
A/N: I blame the mojitos and Kea. @ikea-dollies & @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries
CWs: AGELESS, MINORS, DNI, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED, Fluff/Smut, Kylie is in love, cuddling, shameless smut, Lucas’s pale ass (literally), balcony sex, piv sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f), hair pulling, darcyphillia, slight legal age gap (6 years), sloppy style making out, multiple orgasms, exhibitionism, talk of pregnancy.
I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME, YOU ARE.
The crashing of beach waves was the first sound Kylie woke up to. She then felt the warmth of the body behind her, the arm around her waist, and the breathing of her Lucas. The air in Naples was slightly humid, so they relied on a thin hotel sheet and each other for warmth rather than a blanket. She sees the orange of the sun rising reflect upon Lucas's pale skin, she shifts in his arms and brings a hand up to his cheek, light touching his skin as to not disturb his peace. Much to her dismay, his light lashes flutter, and she is met with his green eyes. Lucas grins at her, pulling her closer to him.
"And in the blink of a crinkling eye,"
"Knew I looked good, but do ya have to stare all the time?"
Kylie snorts, wrapping her arms around his neck, their bare chests pressed together.
"I much prefer the ocean, maybe we can go today? Get some lunch at that cafe?"
Lucas grumbles, pushing his face into the crook of her neck, "Five more minutes,"
"I'm tryin' to stifle my sighs,"
Sometimes, just sometimes, Kylie wonders how Lucas survives England summers.
"You look ridiculous."
"You weren't saying that this morning, darling."
Kylie stares at him, under an umbrella, in a sun suit, outfit complete with a fucking sun hat. There was a white cast of sunscreen on his face from the unholy amount of the product he put on prior. Meanwhile, she was in a simple bikini fully out under the sun.
"You look worse than a fucking tourist; you're paler than before, and I didn't know that was even possible for a ginger."
Lucas glares at her for that, opening his book and turning his attention to that.
"See if this 'ginger', fucks you tonight."
Kylie fully laughs at that, sinking down into the beach chair next to him.
"'Cause I feel so high school every time I look at you."
"No one's ever had me, not like you."
Kylie leans on the balcony of their hotel room, watching the blue waves reflect off the moon and crash upon the sandy shore again and again, until Lucas comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. She hums when he drags the strap of her white nightgown down, trailing sloppy kisses down the side of her neck, taking advantage of her hair being up in a messy bun. She presses back against him, her ass grinding into his growing bulge. Lucas groans low in his throat, pulling her hips back into him.
"So much for not fucking me tonight,"
"Shut up, pretty girl."
Kylie smiles, turning around in his arms. Lucas stares back at her before slotting their lips together. She wraps her arms around his neck to pull him closer to her. His hands go to her waist, bunching the fabric there and pulling it up and over her head. He lets the nightgown fall to the ground; they can worry about the missing clothes in the morning, and captures Kylie's lips once more.
“Tell me 'bout the first time you saw me,”
Kylie’s heart hammers in her chest when Lucas lowers onto his knees, scraping his teeth against her stomach as he goes. She flushes as she stares down at him, his pupils blown, the black eclipsing the green. Lucas places wet, open mouthed kisses to each of her thighs before throwing her right leg over her shoulder, maintaining eye contact. Kylie's hand finds its way in his messy mop of red curls, pulling him closer to her core.
"Please, no teasing," She whispers, careful to not be too loud and disturb their neighbors.
Lucas huffs, but indulges his girl by licking a stripe through her folds, causing her to whimper and buck her hips up into his mouth.
"You knew what you wanted,"
Kylie clings to the railing behind her and moans out when Lucas drags his tongue up to her clit and sucks, bringing a hand up to her hips to stabilize her. Her hips grind against his tongue, shoving his face deeper into her cunt. One of Lucas's hands leaves her hip, going to circle her entrance, pushing into her warm walls when she whines into the air. He's able to easily add a second finger when she begs for more, pushing them in an curling in a come hither motion. Kylie spasms around him, thighs tensing and body curling inward.
She pants through the pleasure, Lucas moving her fingers consistently in and out of her, prolonging her orgasm. He doesn't stop until her body relaxes, sagging against the railing, and her delicate hand pulling him away from her core.
Lucas stands up and spins Kylie around, bending her over the railing, pulling a squeak from her throat. He drapes his chest over her back, his lips next to her ear and his stubble scratching her jaw.
“Shush, don’t want anyone to hear, do you darling?”
Kylie nods, bringing her arm back to grab onto any part of him, settling on his forearm. She whimpers when she feels the fabric of his sleep pants shift, the warmth of his cock replacing it.
“And, boy, you got her,”
Kylie wiggles her hips back when Lucas runs the head between her folds, lubing his cock in her slick. He pushes his hips forward when the top catches on her entrance, her tight cunt enveloping him with warmth. Lucas admires her face, the way it contorts in pleasure and how her eyebrows scrunch, her kiss swollen lips parting in a perfect “O.”
He gives her a moment to adjust, picking up the pace when she arches her back against him. Mewls and cries fall from Kylie’s lips, echoing into the night. Lucas brings his hand up to cover her mouth, his thumb resting on her cheekbone. He gently pulls her up, her spine bowing on his chest. The sounds of his pelvis meeting the plush of her ass fills the new silence.
The head of his cock hammers against the nerves within her walls, her cunt gushing and her glassy eyes crossing. A well aimed thrust sends the tears of pleasure running down her flushed cheeks. Lucas guessed that the mumbles she slurs is his warning that she’s going to cum.
“C’mon darling, come on my cock,”
That was all it took to send her off the edge. Kylie’s entire body jerked, her cunt clenching around his length. She pants against his hand, stray tears pooling between his fingers.
Lucas lets her head rest on the railing, opting to grip onto her waist, chasing his own orgasm. Kylie whimpers from the overstimulation, her thighs shaking from holding herself up for so long. Lucas groans, pressing his chest flush with her sweaty back as he cums. They sit there for a few moments, enjoying the peace and the afterglow of their orgasms.
"It's true, swear, Scout's honor,"
After cleaning up, Lucas pulls Kylie closer to him, resting his cheek on the crown of her head. Kylie thinks back to early this morning as she lays on her Lucas's chest, about the peace she felt when she was with him, and about the positive pregnancy test currently in the en-suite trash bin, wrapped in toilet paper. Yeah, she smiles to herself, he’s the one.
"You knew what you wanted, and, boy, you got her."
Thanks to @superhero-landing for holding me accountable 🫶🏻
#oc smut#smut#female oc x male oc#moot oc#Goose's Dollies#Goose 🪿Honks#Kylie Marcie Rossi-Brown#Kylie Rossi-Brown x Lucas Fox
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Thanks for the tag Snoots my love! 🫶🏻
npt: @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries @the-original-honeybun @lovifie @lyralein @harpsinfinity and anyone else who wants to join!
New Picrew tag game!
Here's mine! Tagging: @likelyscam @greiiliss @lex-the-lesbiann @apricior @twacn @dip-the-stick and literally anyone else who wants to join, the more the merrier!
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Come here dear I will give you the world
Reblog if it’s ok for me to message you with random nsfw and sfw headcanons about COD men or just to talk in general
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Soap and Alex eating you out at the same time
(This was inspired by the convo @st-el-la-luna and I had 🤭)
They'd each have one of your thighs in their hand, their tongues desperately fighting to lick as much of your pussy as they can like the greedy little puppies they are.
Their tongues touch each other and Johnny starts to tongue Alex's mouth, making him whimper.
You watch as the two men between your legs make out and messily suck on each others tongues, ignoring your sweet little pussy that's so ready for them.
You whine when they seem to forget about you, the two of them grinding up onto each other making out.
Then Soap gives a slap to your pussy to tell you to be patient and wait your turn, which makes you whimper.
After a few seconds, Alex starts to feel bad for ignoring you and shoves two fingers into you while he continues to make out with Soap.
Soap notices and feels jealousy arise in him again, because how come Alex gets to have all the fun?
Soap then shoves his two fingers into your sopping, tight little pussy to once again compete with Alex.
You squeal and moan at feeling so fucking full, Alex's fingers hooking down while Soap's hooks up, their fingers fucking all the right places inside you.
Soap breaks his makeout sessions with Alex and turns back to your pussy.
He spits on it and makes Alex lick it up, which just made Soap more jealous.
He should really start to think these things through before initiating them. He never takes into consideration his jealousy and greed.
So Soap puts his mouth back onto you, both men sucking and licking at your clit again while you have four big fingers fucking into you.
You start to cry from the overwhelming pleasure which just motivates the men more
Soon enough, you're grabbing and tugging and both Alex's dirty blonde hair and Soap's mohawk while you squirt all over their faces, their tongues and fingers giving you probably the best orgasm you've ever had.
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