#i wish someone would collar me so fucking bad
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Can I request overblot crew + malmal (idk if he's gonna be the one who does it so) w a mc who has the uncontrollable impulse to just. Touch things they deem pretty/cute/whatever? Like malmals horns, leonas ears and tail, idias hair, jamils little coin things in his hair, vils crown, etc?
Or funnier, things they're supposed to not touch bc common sense? Like the boiling hot liquid in the alchemy cauldron, the fireplace, broken glass, basically anything someone would have to rip their hands away from lol
A/N: I did a mix of things. As someone who wants to put dungeons and dragons dice right into my mouth, I had a lot of fun with this one 😂 I want to put my hands in jamil and Azul's hair so bad 😭
CW: injury in Azul and Idia's parts, self inflicted, cause obviously 😂
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No one was allowed to touch the roses. Well, no one but you. You like to run your fingers on the petals, tracing any visible veins, touching paint spots, and booping him on the nose if the rose hasn't dried yet.
So sweet, so soft, so innocent. He only wished that…
"Fuck!"
No matter how many times he reminded you not to, you always poked the thorns.
"Y/N," he said sternly, "the entire point of thorns on roses is that they hurt. They are intended to protect the rose!"
"But if not for touch, why touch shaped?" You pouted.
"Sorry?"
You sighed, and stared at the rose with a sharp glare, before turning back to him with a mischievous grin.
"If I can't play with the roses, can I play with your scepter staff thing?"
He should have known. You'd been asking to "play with it" for weeks now. And every time he'd clutched it tighter, and taken a step back. He loved you! But he didn't trust whatever it was you wanted to do with his staff.
"Please, my rose?" You gently traced the collar of his dorm uniform, pressing your free hand to his chest and giving him the sweetest puppy dog eyes.
He sighed, and placed his scepter in your hand, and was given immediate whiplash as you started swinging it through the air like a baseball bat.
"What are you doing?!?"
"Fighting crime!"
He felt a ticklish feeling in his half awake state. Assuming it was a fly of some sort, he flicked his ears, and attempted to drift back off. But the ticklish feeling was insistent. He opened one eye to see you scratching his ears. He groaned. He should have known. This was a common occurrence.
"Oy, Herbivore!"
Your eyes widened, and flickered to his.
"Oh! You're awake!"
"Yeah, cause there's a fly buzzing by my ear."
You looked down at your hands then pulled them away.
"Oh, sorry."
You reached out to fiddle with one of his braids, your fingers doing what he could only describe as kneading the plaits.
He gripped your wrist, and pulled you down to his level, pressing you into his chest.
"If you're gonna mess with my hair, then, quid pro quo, you should expect there to be a price."
You nuzzled into his chest and nodded, your hand snaking back into his hair as he drifted off to your gentle fingers.
This was exactly why he had the Leech twins watch you. You always complained you didn't need a babysitter, but when left to your own devices…
"As your partner, I shouldn't have to sign a contract or pay a price for a healing potion!" You cried, clutching your burnt hand.
What had you done?
You'd touched a stove seconds after the burner was turned off.
Call it stupid curiosity.
"If there's no price, how can I ensure you won't keep making these decisions!" Azul cried, finishing the final touches of the contract he was writing.
"Decision implies I thought about it. I can't stress enough that there was no thought involved."
He glared at you, before pushing the contract over to you.
"Sign it, and I'll fix your hand."
"My hand hurts too much," you whined.
"Your non-dominant hand is the one you burned. Sign it."
You looked at the fine print before grimacing.
"This says I can't touch anything if it's an impulse touch. What about you?"
"What about me?"
"That means I can't just touch your hair anymore? I can't just come up and kiss you anymore?"
Azul groaned a massaged his temples.
"This is a punishment. You get those privileges back in two weeks. Sign the damn contract."
You intended to glare at him, but a wave of pain hit your hand and you quickly signed it in shaky script.
"There," he pulled out a potion and gently took your hand. "Hopefully you learn something."
"I probably won't," you muttered bitterly.
"I know," he lamented.
His heart couldn't handle it. Even asking you out had nearly sent him into the recesses of his hood for eternity.
But ever since then, whenever you got the chance, your hands were in his hair. Usually playing with the gold medallions in his hair. But if he happened to have worn his hair down that day….oh sevens.
You'd somehow snuck up on him, and snuck your way into his lap, cupping his face and running your hands through his hair.
You were technically looking at his face, but he knew you weren't actually seeing him. You were seeing his hair.
"Y/N," he muttered, feeling his face burn, "I have to finish this homework."
"Mhmm," you muttered, as dazed as if he'd charmed you.
"Y/N!" He whines, unable to stop himself from leaning into your touch, just a little.
"Mhmm," you hummed, before unexpectedly pressing his face to your chest to allow yourself more space to play with his long hair.
He thought about speaking up. But you couldn't see his increasingly flustered expression with his face pressed to your chest. And you were warm and comforting. And your hands in his hair didn't feel too bad. Maybe he could indulge. Just for a moment.
Crash
Vil groaned, and left the bathroom he'd been doing his makeup in, watching you stare at a shattered bottle. Was it potion, perfume, or lotion? Even you probably didn't know. You just saw a shiny, pretty bottle, and had to touch.
"I'll pay for it!" You shouted, eyes wide with fear.
He sighed, flicked his pen at the broom he'd bought not long after dating you, and watched as it magically swept up the pink shards and goop on the floor.
He then half heartedly glared at you, lazily pointing his pen in your direction.
"Don't touch another one."
You aggressively nodded, and he returned to the bathroom to finish his look.
Ten minutes later, he heard it.
Crash
He covered his mouth to hide his quiet laughter. He truly couldn't leave you alone for ten minutes. It was endearing truly. He heard the broom fall as you, he assumed, hastily moved to sweep it up, and he couldn't hold back anymore, allowing himself to release a full, joyous laugh.
"Hold that," Idia said excitedly as he passed you the scissors he'd just been using. His new game system was here! And he'd bundled it so that it came with Star Rogue 2, which had only just come out!
He slowly pulled it out of the box, holding his breath from excitement, and,
"Fuck!"
He turned to look at you, and your thumb was in your mouth.
"What's wrong?"
You pulled your thumb out, showing a cut on the finger pad.
"Ortho!" Idia called in a panic, holding your hand and staring at the cut. In his panic, he stuck your thumb in his own mouth.
"Ew, Idia," you said, face full of disgust at your boyfriend's spit on your hand.
Ortho came over before he could respond, and pulled your hand from Idia's mouth. He immediately got to work on the cut, seeming to have been aware of the problem immediately.
"How did you do this?" Idia asked, rocking back and forth to get rid of his nervous energy.
You looked up at Ortho, then back at Idia, then back to Ortho.
"I'm embarrassed to say it when Ortho is here. He'll just give me a speech."
"I only give speeches when you need them!" Ortho said defensively.
"Which is everytime," you muttered bitterly.
"Y/N, please, I'm scared. Tell me what happened!" Idia cried, beginning to pace as Ortho wrapped a bandage around your thumb.
You stared at the floor. "Well, you handed me the scissors, and I was curious how sharp they are, so…"
Idia groaned, and Ortho immediately began his speech about scissors.
Malleus knew he was tall, especially compared to humans. So he'd never thought much about how insistently stared up at him, eyes full of expectation.
It wasn't until he watched your cat creature's eyes do the same thing as he tied a shoelace, one day, that he realized that you wanted something. And it wasn't hard to figure out what it was.
"Are you looking at my horns? If you're so curious, you can touch them freely. But only if you are ready to see what will happen afterwards."
Little did he know that he had stumbled upon a rare breed of human, one that was unafraid of him, but to an unrealistic extent.
It was visible today, while you were on a walk together, and then you stopped walking. He paused to look back at you, but it was too late. You were climbing his body like a koala, all to reach his horns.
"If you simply asked me, I would let you touch them."
"So shiny! Must touch!"
He laughed lightly as you reached his horns, and heard you attempt to knock against them. They didn't have feeling, but he could guess from previous times this had happened that you were poking the points with a finger and running your hands up and down them.
He felt a pull on his head as your lower half lost its grip, and you helplessly dangled while holding his horns.
"Oh, my silly child of man," he laughed. "What am I going to do with you?" He flicked his pen and helped you float down, then turned to you. You were sitting in the grass and pouting.
"I wasn't done," you muttered.
He knelt in the grass with you, then lay his head on your lap, laughing again as you excitedly traced his horns, allowing himself to relax under your care.
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cut my hair - l. hughes
In which you and Luke come back to each other after you cut your hair.
Warnings: alcohol, underage drinking, angst, college melodrama
Word Count: 4.5k words (let's go!!!)
A/N: Super excited for this one! This is inspired by “cut my hair” by Tate McRae and I would encourage you to listen to it while you read! Hope you enjoy and leave me some requests while you’re at it :))
Just wanna cut my hair, lose myself, make you sweat
Go out and get messed up, find myself in your bed
Just wanna cut my hair, little black dress, can't forget
Just wanna show you whatever she do, I can do it better
"Yo, Moosey, is that Y/N?"
Luke couldn't help but follow your figure from across the bar. He could always find you in a crowd, no matter the amount of people or the size of the room. His hand dropped from the shoulder of the girl standing next to him, his date for the night.
"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I think so," Luke said to his teammate Mark standing next to him. He suddenly felt hot, pulling on the collar of his shirt to allow himself to breathe a little easier.
"She looks good, man." Mark wasn't wrong, you did look good. Your head was thrown back as you laughed at something your friend said, looking happier than he had seen you since you fought before winter break.
Luke wanted to slap Mark but he knew it would do no good and he would be lying if he said he didn't agree with his comment. It had only been a few weeks since you had stopped talking, but he felt like it had been years.
You looked different, but it was a good different, he thought. Your hair was short now, right at your shoulders, highlighting your collarbone and your chest in the strapless black dress you wore. You were surrounded by a group of your friends. He recognized them as the ones who had picked you up from the house he shared with his teammates that fated night. He remembered how hard you had cried, unable to look at him after you fought about him leaving for New Jersey and the trust issues that clouded your vision. Luke remembered how he was unable to answer when you asked when the last time you had gone out on a date was. He wished he could've shown you how much he cared but he was too afraid to admit that he didn't want to lose you. He couldn't admit that he was just as afraid as you were. And then, before he knew it, you were storming out and you were on a break.
Luke regretted that moment. He couldn't tell you, because he was too nervous to text first, but he wanted to apologize. If he could have stopped himself from ever pushing you away, he would've never ended up standing with someone he didn't know.
Luke and a few of his teammates had been invited to a sorority formal, which is how he ended up in the back of a more formal bar far away from campus with a date he barely knew. Rutger's girlfriend had begged a few of the guys to go with some of her sorority sisters and Luke and Mark agreed, but he wanted nothing more than to be by your side.
"Dude, you're staring" Mark commented. "Maybe you should go talk to her."
"I don't know if she'd even give me the time of day," Luke said. “I fucked up.”
"You'll never know unless you try, Lukey. Besides, you probably just caught her on a bad day. What did you say to her anyways?
"I told her that she was overbearing and that I was going to leave soon anyways,” Luke said, close to Mark’s ear so his date couldn’t hear him.
“Oh,” Mark stammered. “Yeah, that’s bad, Luke.”
“Thanks,” Luke chuckled humorlessly.
“She’ll hear you out, dude. Just tell her how you really feel. Trust me, girls love honesty!" Mark said, already moving away from Luke to follow his date to the dance floor.
Luke sighed, rolling his eyes at Mark's immaturity. He knew he was so focused on his future that he had lost sight of the present-his college teammates, his classes. Most importantly, he had lost you. Maybe this was his chance to get you back.
I've been playing nice little too long, yeah
Drivin' on the high road hit a dead end,
I'd tell you but we just don't talk,
I've been having selfish thoughts
Your friends were so excited to go out and celebrate the first week of second semester. You could tell some of your girlfriends were crushing hard for some of the guys in the bar, but your mind was elsewhere after spotting a certain someone across the room.
For almost all of break, besides the holidays, you had been trying to figure out how to move on from Luke Hughes. You and Luke had clicked immediately, and even though you had tried to take the relationship slow, it was no use. Within two months, you were dating. Luke was proud to see you cheering for him at games and you became a staple at Thursday movie nights at his shared hockey house. You and Luke fit together like pieces of a puzzle.
Which is exactly why you couldn’t figure out why your boyfriend had started sending short messages and declined your affection starting after Thanksgiving break. Luke constantly claimed he had hockey practice or a team bonding event, but it was all proven to be false when you showed up at his doorstep one night to confront him.
Rumors found Luke Hughes like a moths to a flame. Whether it was his future in the NHL or his relationship status, your Michigan social media gossip pages never missed a beat. That week in the fall, Luke was apparently single and talking to a girl from the sorority the hockey team regularly hung out with. You never thought you were the jealous type, but with Luke’s odd behavior and his lack of communication, you thought the worst.
Even now, as you stood in the bar, you got a chill as you thought about the night you confronted him. Luke had the nerve to sit on his bed as you paced in his room, asking him simple questions that he had trouble answering.
He knew that you cared so much about your relationships with others so he used it against you, saying you were bombarding him with messages and he was sick of it. You couldn’t remember every sentence you spoke, but you could remember the hurt you felt when you realized that Luke just didn’t care about you like you cared for him. He had said it himself, he wouldn’t be around much longer, implying that you should both just move on. You didn’t wait for him to deal the final blow, instead, you called for the breakup and left before he could say anything else.
“Earth to Y/N! You want a drink?” Your friend, Caroline, asked. She waved her hand in front of your face to get your attention.
“Uh, I’m good. I didn't expect him to be here and I'm a little overwhelmed,” you replied. You hadn’t locked eyes with Luke, but you were afraid the moment was coming sooner than later since you struggled to tear your gaze from his tall figure.
“How about a shot then? They’ve got those green ones that are really good, and will make you forget that tall idiot who has been staring at you all night,” Caroline tried again.
I've been working hard while you're six drinks in,
Tossin' in the dark, feel you under my skin,
Once I start I just can't stop,
I've been having selfish thoughts
You were about to decline her offer when you saw who Luke was standing next to. You recognized Rutger and Mark easily, but you had only just got a clear view of Riley Jones, a sorority girl standing next to him. You had forgotten that there was a sorority formal the first week back from break, and of course, you had ended up at the same bar.
“No fucking way.” You muttered under your breath, but Caroline was too attentive.
“What?”
“He’s with Riley. He’s at the stupid sorority formal with that girl who’s in our biology class, C.”
Caroline gasped, always perfectly dramatic in every situation. “It's always the sorority girls, I swear!"
You nodded, finally able to turn your head away from Luke’s direction. Sighing, you pulled out your phone to check the time, only 10:23. You had made a deal with your friends that you couldn’t leave until 11, but that deal seemed much easier when your ex wasn’t factored into the equation.
“He shouldn’t even be here, it’s the middle of the season and he can’t drink, anyways,” you grumbled to your group of friends. They were hoping to have a Luke-free night, especially with the start of the new semester, but you all had forgotten the sorority that would be gracing the bar with their presence that Thursday night. Caroline rubbed your arm, assuring you that you weren’t alone in this situation.
“Well, he's definitely an idiot for losing you, but he doesn't seem too interested in his date," Caroline said. "Don't focus on him, the night is still young! And, not that you needed it, but you seriously just had the glow-up of winter break. Luke's missing out.”
"New year, no more being sad over stupid boys!" You lifted up your nearly empty drink to clink it with your other friends' glasses.
Your other friends chimed in and you laughed, Caroline wasn’t wrong. Despite crying over Luke for a few days, you refused to lay in bed and rot just because he had made you feel small. Instead, you opted to take out your anger at the gym over break, so you knew your dress that night fit you better than ever before. You had also decided to do a hair transformation and cut it quite short, a style your friends at college hadn’t ever seen on you. You knew you looked different and you felt confident.
“Why don’t I get us the shots before we hit the dance floor? On me!” You could feel your layer of liquid courage settle over you. Luke was closer to the bar than you were, so it was almost inevitable that he would see you if you got the drinks.
"You know he's over there, right Y/N? Don't look now, but he's staring at you." Your other friend, Lexi, said to you. Of course you knew. Luke was one of the tallest guys in the bar and he easily towered over the other guys that were hovering close to your friend group. Just as you went to look at him, he redirected his gaze to Riley and laughed at something she said. The nerve of him. You rolled your eyes and stood up a little. If he wanted to play hardball, so could you.
"Yeah, I wanna give him a taste of what he's missing."
“Okay, get it girl!"
You sauntered over to the bar, leaning over just enough so that your chest was on display in the new black strapless dress you had bought. It hugged you just right and showed off your assets quite well. The music was pulsing and the lights were pretty dark, so it was a shock when you felt a hand on your back.
There's no right way to say it,
Want you so bad, I hate it
Good girls, so overrated
So overrated...
Luke watched as you pulled out your phone to check the time. Even from across the room, he could see your bright lockscreen light up your face. The glow illuminated your bright smile and your dimples, and suddenly he wished he was right next to you to see it.
"Hey Luke, want to dance?" Riley's voice caught his attention. She was standing right in front of him, staring up at him with her big brown eyes rather excitedly. He hesitated, unsure of what to say, but Riley just kept on going.
"Mark said you liked to dance, so I thought..." Riley continued to ramble but Luke had already tuned her out. He didn't really care that he was caught in Riley's scheme for the night, he just didn't want it to look like he was actually with her.
"Mark's an idiot," he chuckled. "I don't dance."
Riley rolled her eyes, unimpressed at her date who was standing up against the wall. "Can you at least just put your arm around me again? My ex is like, right across the bar and I need to make him at least a little jealous."
Luke didn't mean to ignore Riley's plea, but he had lost you in the crowd. You weren't standing next to your friends anymore. He felt his heart rate pick up at the thought of losing you again. He scanned the room and finally found you leaning over the bar. If he could get Riley to move over a few steps, he could maneuver his way to the bar counter and maybe-
"Are you looking at Y/N?" Riley asked. It wasn't exactly a secret that you and Luke had broken up. All pictures of him had been removed from your social media and Luke hadn't been playing his best hockey by any means. Luke's trance seemed to end abruptly as he cleared his throat to try to come up with an answer, but it was no use. In the time he had been pondering his plan, some guy had sidled up next to you. Luke recognized him, his name was Chris, he was in your major and lived down the hall from you. He always said hi to the two of you when you passed him on the way to your room and Luke couldn't lie, he was pretty fit, too. He let out a shaky breath.
"Uh, no," Luke fumbled. "I was just thinking about getting another soda up at the bar."
"Luke, I know you've been staring at Y/N over there all night even though I'm your date," Riley hummed, seeming only slightly disappointed. "You should go talk to her. Girls are a little scary, but we just want to be loved. Look, I'm gonna go chat with my ex across the bar and show him a fun time, okay? You got this."
Riley walked away from Luke, leaving him standing there a little dumbfounded. Was it really that easy? Chris seemed to make it look easy, standing too close to you at the bar countertop, making you laugh as you waited for whatever you had ordered.
Luke found himself moving closer to the bar without really having a concrete plan in place. Would you ignore him? His runaway thoughts ended when he heard his name called.
Just wanna cut my hair, lose myself, make you sweat
Go out and get messed up, find myself in your bed
Just wanna cut my hair, little black dress, can't forget
Just wanna show you whatever she do, I can do it better
"Luke! Hey man!" Chris called. In his drunken state, he had practically whipped around and made you fall when he caught sight of Luke. When you realized who Chris was calling for, you immediately shook his hand away and turned back to the bartender who was almost about to get to you to take your drink order.
"Chris, don't," you tried to say as quietly as possible. Luke was getting closer to you to try to say hello but you wanted none of it. You ignored Chris and Luke greeting each other and kept your eyes trained in front of you. You refused to give in.
"I gotta get back to the guys, I'll see you later, Y/N? We can watch that new episode once you get back!" Chris called, giving you a side hug as you said goodbye.
"Hey, Y/N," Luke said. His voice sounded soft and timid and you couldn't help but feel your stomach fill with butterflies. This was the closest you and Luke had been since before Christmas and now it was the middle of January.
"You look beautiful, I love your hair," he tried again, finally standing next to you. You hated how tall he was in the moment, his frame completely isolating you from anyone else, since you were at the end of the bar.
"Thanks," you said. "New year, new haircut is how the saying goes, I think."
Luke laughed nervously, sitting down on the barstool next to you. He had let his hair grow out over break, you noticed. He was turned towards you, trying to get you to talk to him. You felt your face get hot at the thought of him being right there. He was so close, yet the last time you saw him, he pushed you so far away.
"I didn't know you were here," he tried, wanting you to look at him. You couldn't help the scoff that escaped your mouth.
"Sure you weren't staring at me all night? Caroline said she caught you ignoring your date, Hughes."
You held back laughter at the way his eyes widened. Caught. The bartender finally turned your way and you ordered shots for you and your friends, handing him your fake ID and flashing a smile as he handed it back to you quickly. Luke asked for a soda and he went to prepare your orders.
"I didn't know you were seeing Chris."
"I'm not, he just has manners and actually enjoys being in my presence, Luke."
Luke coughed, trying to break up the awkward tension between you two. His mind went back to your first date, where he had taken you ice skating. He remembered how hard you laughed when you fell, needing him to lift you up and hold your hand tightly to stay upright. Even thought you barely knew each other outside of a mutual friend, the conversation flowed easily. You two had never been awkward around each other, even in the early stages of your relationship.
"So," Luke began.
You rolled your eyes and put your hands on your hips, turning square to him. His gaze dipped to your neckline where your chest was accentuated and you almost laughed. While you hadn't dressed for him that night, it was like fate brought him to you just so you could make him weak. Perfect.
"So?"
Couple years back so sensitive, yeah
Movin' like that gets repetitive, yeah
Singin' bout the same old stupid ass things
Sad girl bit got a little boring
"I haven't heard from you in a while, Y/N."
"Well, you weren't interested in texting me anyways so I thought it would be easiest," you taunted him. “Remember when you told me I was too much to deal with?”
"I wanted to apologize for that," Luke sighed. "I wasn't thinking straight and I took it out on you, I'm sorry."
"Glad it only took you two months to realize you were an asshole and lost the best thing you ever had."
Luke was stunned at your bluntness. You stared right at him when you said it, your confidence unwavering. Fake it until you make it right? Your heart was beating fast. You didn't really drink often, but when you did, Luke knew how unfiltered you could be. He always found it amusing, the way your cheeks would flush and how sassy you became. It never failed to make him feel hot all over.
"God, where is that fucking bartender?" You mumbled, quickly looking past Luke to avoid another awkward sentence spilling out of your mouth. You were already two drinks in and wanted to keep feeling good.
"You're right," Luke said, still staring at you. "I know you wouldn't say that if you were totally sober, but I agree. I fucked up and ruined us.”
You could barely focus as the bartender asked you for your card and you fumbled to get it out of your phone wallet. Luke quickly got his card out and handed it to the man instead.
"Luke, don't. You're not even supposed to be in here mid-season," you chided. "And you don't have to pay for me, we're not together."
“Would you ever want us to be together again?” Luke asked quickly.
Luke’s question made you freeze.
“I’m not doing this here, Luke.”
“Just answer the question, Y/N.”
“I never wanted us to be over, Luke. But you made me feel stupid for wanting all of the things you gave me at the very beginning. I wasn’t going to stick around just to get my heart broken.”
You felt lighter now that the truth was out in the open. You’re sure Luke knew it too, by the guilty look he wore on his face. Everyone told you how good you and Luke were good together, but it was the two of you that still couldn’t figure things out.
“What if we get out of here? We can talk about how terrible I was back at my place,” Luke asked. He looked hopeful, almost too content. Three months ago, you would’ve jumped to do anything Luke suggested, but now, with him taking another girl out and his actions, you swiftly shook your head.
“Can’t, the girls and I are staying out for the night. But I hope you have fun with Riley, enjoy your night, Hughes.”
The shots and his soda were set down in front of you, breaking up the moment.
“I hate when you call me that,” Luke grumbled. You smirked knowingly. You always called Luke by a nickname, never his last name.
“Well, I hate when my ex is at the bar with another girl, but here we are,” you fired back.
"Riley went off with some other guy. Her ex, I think," Luke admitted.
"Sounds like fun," you shrugged. You tried not to get your hopes up at his statement. Luke had hurt you in the past.
"We only went together because Rutger set us up, Y/N. I don't even know her."
"Well you looked pretty smitten with her from across the bar, Luke." You said back, not caring that you blew your nonchalant cover. You tried to pick up the small tray of drinks, but stumbled in your haste to steady yourself.
"She's not my type, I thought you of all people would know that, Y/N. She literally just went to go fuck her ex in the bathroom."
"That doesn't make me feel any better Luke, oh my god," you scoffed, a little disgusted that you knew more information about Riley than you needed to know.
"Y/N, wait," he urged, standing up now to tower over you again. Luke's skin was glowing from the heat in the place and he looked at you breathlessly. "Hear me out, please. I know I fucked up, I know that. But I was scared that you'd leave when I play pro hockey and I didn't want to get left behind."
You took in a breath, unable to say anything. Suddenly, it felt like you and Luke were the only ones in the whole room.
“Give me one more chance, please,” Luke said quietly. “I hate that I hurt you.”
No right way to say it,
Want you, so bad I hate it
Good girls, so overrated
So overrated...
As you held the tray, you quickly glanced over to your table, where your friends were staring at you. You were unsure of what to do. You could keep walking towards your friends, forget Luke, and move on with your life. Or, you could do what the new you would do-make him sweat over the mistakes he made, maybe end up in his bed.
“You sure you won’t get sick of me?” You questioned. For the first time that night, Luke could see how sincere you were, the old you that he had loved and lost. He wouldn’t mess up his chance again.
"I could never get sick of you, Y/N. I hated not being able to call or text you and I missed your hugs and the way you laugh when you watch The Office, because you always have it on and you love how sarcastic it is, and how you-" Luke couldn't finish what he was saying, even though you would've enjoyed hearing it, because you had put the tray back down and stood on your tippy toes to kiss him. Your lips crashed against his and you swore you could feel fireworks going off inside your body.
The drinks on the counter were forgotten as his hand traveled to your back, trying to pull you closer to him. He toppled back on his barstool and you stood between his legs, feeling him press up against you. You let out a breathy laugh as you realized how hard he was in his dress pants.
"Jesus, Luke," you whispered in his ear, dropping your head to his shoulder, only a little embarrassed that you just made out with him and your friends were probably watching.
"Don't laugh," he stuttered out. "It's been a long break." You could see how blown his pupils were, pure bliss all over his face as you stood eye to eye.
"I'm not laughing," you said, but couldn't help giggling. "And yeah, it was a long break without you, but I don’t ever want to fight like that again, Luke. I’m serious.”
"Don't move yet," he begged. Luke's hands found your waist and he held you in place, blocking the hard on he was sporting. You smirked as you ran a hand through his hair, you had never seen him so desperate before.
“I was trying to have a serious moment, Moosey.”
“I know, I just can’t focus, not when you’re in that dress,” Luke mumbled, face buried in your neck. You felt your whole body shiver and you knew you wouldn’t last too long. His breath danced along your neck, making you want more.
"I'm glad you like it," you whispered. "I guess I'll have to wear it more."
"Hope it's easy to take off," Luke trailed off, alluding to your intimate moments that he craved.
"Well, what if we move soon and we call an uber and go somewhere a little quieter than this? Then we can talk." You mused. He looked at you contentedly and nodded quickly.
"And you can drop off the shots as a peace offering to my friends when I grab my coat," you said. Luke looked a little nervous but you assured him your friends wouldn’t make a big deal. You knew you weren't very convincing, but it didn't matter, because Luke was practically jumping up to carry the tray of shots over to the table where your friends were sat. They tried not to stare at the two of you as you walked over, but it was no use. There were grins on all of their faces as you said your goodbyes and grabbed Luke’s hand to pull him out of the bar and into an Uber to start the real fun of the night. And if Luke pressed you up against the outside of bar, made out with you the whole uber ride, and kissed you until you knew nothing but his name, that was a secret you'd never tell.
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Thinkin’ Bout Me
Warnings: making out, heavy petting, talk of partying and alcohol, talk of hookups, mostly inspired by Thinkin Bout You by Morgan Wallen 💦🤍
It didn’t matter where you went or what you were doing, he was always there.
Watching. Waiting. Wanting.
Everything reminded you of him no matter how hard you tried to drown him out. Everything smelled like him. Felt like him. Tasted like him.
You pulled away from Rafe, the familiar taste of Fireball on his tongue. Everyone you knew hated Fireball except one person yet now, it was what Rafe decided he was drinking for the night.
“What’s wrong, darlin’?” Rafe drawled, his hands low on your waist as he pulled you in for more. Your eyes locked on the seething Pogue across the room as you gave Rafe your neck instead. You could smell the weed on Rafe’s collar and it only drove you further mad.
JJ was hitting his vape like there was no tomorrow and downing whatever was in his cup while he glared back at you. The dark look in his eyes and the firm set to his jaw only made it harder to look away. At least he seemed like he cared for once.
“Let’s go upstairs.” Rafe purred in your ear, his hands grabbing your ass as he pressed his mouth to yours. You didn’t want to taste the Fireball but he didn’t give you much of a choice. It instantly reminded you of the time you and JJ got so drunk off it that you did body shots off eachother before an intense, sloppy hook up.
“I’ll meet you upstairs.” You pushed at Rafe’s chest until he took a step back, giving him a tight smile before he nodded and stumbled off to find an empty room. You immediately bolted, running out the side door of the massive Kook mansion and through the trees where you’re parked. You didn’t make it far before ringed fingers snagged your wrist and yanked you back.
“Where are you running off too? Both of your boyfriends are here.” JJ snapped, letting you rip your hand free to shove him chest.
“Fuck you.” You snarled, attempting to flee again only for him to shove you against a tree.
“No, fuck you.” JJ growled in your face, the Fireball on his breath almost making you whimper. You turned your head, hating the effect he always had on you.
“What’s wrong, babe? Thought you’d be able to forget about me? That you’d crawl under someone else and forget?” JJ gripped your jaw, making you face him again.
“Too fucking bad.”
“Stop it.”
“Every time you close your eyes, tell me, who do you see?”
“Stop—.”
“When you're tastin' what he's drinkin', are you thinkin' bout me?” Your eyes widen at the realization. He must’ve given Rafe the Fireball to fuck with you. JJ smiles widely and you slap his chest.
“I hate you!”
“You wish you hated me.” You shove JJ’s chest and he laughs, securing both your wrists with one hand above your head, his chest firmly pressed against yours.
“I remember licking Fireball off your clit.” JJ’s voice was lower as he pressed his growing erection against your stomach. “I licked it off every square inch of your body and you begged me for more.” You shook your head, hating how good he felt and how right he was.
“I sucked on your perky little nipples until they were nice and sore. And still you begged me to keep going. Please fuck me, JJ. I need it. Give me your cock. I need to feel you inside me.” JJ taunted, the anger still in his voice before running his tongue up the side of your neck while your blood ran hot.
“Stop—.”
“Then I spread your legs and I pushed inside you until your eyes rolled back in your fucking head. You came so hard while screaming my name that I’m surprised you can remember any name that’s not mine.” JJ’s hand cupped your pussy hard through your shorts, making you whimper against him.
“So when you’re in his bed, am I in your head?” You finally get the courage to turn your head only for him to slam his mouth against yours in a wet, toy curling kiss that tasted just how you knew it would. JJ pulls away too soon, stepping back to leaving you panting and aching for more.
“I bet I am now.”
Then he’s gone.
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Wishing Gortash hadn’t massacred a room full of people couldn’t be me because the environmental storytelling of it is SO GOOD. You leave the great big coronation hall packed and lively, everyone cheering for their new archduke. You get back out into the city, track down Orin, get your hands on her netherstone. You return to the coronation hall, the room loads in, and wham. The entire hall strewn with blood and corpses. Dead silent. Cultists in full Banite regalia milling around openly, unconcerned. You realise that not a single one of those nobles left the hall after the coronation, after you did, because every single one is lying slaughtered where they were. And it is very very obvious that this is the work of the new archduke who you allied yourself with. For me, it was a moment of oh god, this guy is serious.
And like. You can find TONS and tons and tons of damning evidence for how horrible and corrupt and evil Gortash is all over the city, there is not a single corner of it untouched by him in some way. You have the families of an enslaved labour force imprisoned and tortured. You have that same enslaved labour force dressed up in shock collars! You have a scheme to distribute teddy bears stuffed with explosives, targeting refugee children, just for the sake of instilling more and more fear in the public. And you do get to understand pretty well that these things are all being done not by someone who just delights in violence and chaos the way Orin does, but as the utterly dispassionate, pragmatic ventures of a guy who genuinely does not see people as people (and rather as objects, tools, currency - shapes that might walk and talk but ultimately mean nothing).
But for me personally, even on top of ALL of that, no display of Gortash’s villainy made more of an impact than walking into that room as his ally.
Not because I give a shit about any of the actual nobles themselves, or think it’s technically worse than say giving explosive toys to refugee children, etc. But the slaughter of the patriars has such an impact for me because it’s not talked about. You can’t find a million clues about it or stop it from happening. Talk to any of the Banite guards and they simply tell you point blank what happened. It’s not abstract. It’s not preventable. It happens, and it’s a cold whack in the face for the unwitting player who may have earnestly allied with him. It’s the game saying “this is your ally, by the way, in case you weren’t aware. Even if you foiled his other little plots - found the undetonated teddy bears, freed the Gondians, etc - don’t think that was enough, because this is who he is.”
(And because we don’t SEE it happen, just the aftermath? You get to wonder. Did Gortash step out before this happened? Or did he stand back and watch? Did he find it messy, or did he smile as he watched his steel watchers rip people in half? Did it make him feel powerful? We can probably guess the answers to these questions.)
Anyway Gortash is SUCH a good character and I love him. And if Durge had all their faculties walking into that room and seeing all the murdered people would have brought a tear to their eye, they’d be so proud of him lol
OOOOOooooh absolutely brutally accurate description of Gortash, and YES.
That is the beauty of Gortash's evil. His pragmatism.
The way he tries to pretend he's different than you and Orin, but you can call him out, and say, you're just as bad as us.
And I would LOVE to know if he was there when he killed the patriars too.
He acts like he's so "above it all." Like he's not a Bhaalspawn, killing for pleasure...but sweetie, you are not any different just because you have a Steel Watcher crush a child rather than dissect one.
The people you try to save when you're at the Steel Watch Foundry? Those poor old people and children and families?
All of them are pretty fucking brutal. The Steel Watch are fucking awful. They're not benign robots. They are cruel and cold and emotionless, and they aren't there to protect, only subjugate.
And they're a lot like Gortash himself.
Frigid, with a black and white understanding of right and wrong, only it's flipped, and submitting to authority is the only "right" and any resistance is "wrong" and needs to be destroyed.
And just to go back to him believing he's so "above" the Chosens of Bhaal, or even everyone in general...even with Karlach, when she's enraged, and hurt, over being sold and enslaved, he says, well it was for your own good, my dear girl, let bygones be bygones - stop lying, Gort!
stop pretending you're so above everyone else, that you're this calm, logical man, whose endeavors are heroic, even noble.
They aren't.
You're getting back at a world that abandoned you.
Your entire life revolves around revenge, sadism, and wanton cruelty.
You are not saving anyone. You are dooming those who made you this way.
And that's why I like him.
He is just so...kickable. And evil.
And disgusting.
And I adore him.
He is built wrong, and I like it.
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hiiii!! I saw your "yanderes who will resort to murder" so can I request separate HCs for Yandere Kisaki Tetta and Ran Haitani where they cheated on their darlings bcs "she couldn't keep them entertained" and ofc the yanderes won't allow their darling to leave them so their darling becomes more and more lifeless day by day... thank you so much!
TW: Yandere, Abuse, MINORS DNI
Yandere!Kisaki
He doesn't cheat. Don't get me wrong, he's tried. But he can't stand the feeling of someone's lips on him if it's not you. Nothing will ever matter if it doesn't revolve around you.
What he does though is make it look like he cheated. He needs to test you. Sure you were here before he became a rich mogul, but are you really going to stay no matter what? Will you really keep your promise?
Kisaki is shocked when the answer is no. "You think you can leave me?" "Don't give me that crap! YOU cheated! YOU'RE the cause of all of this!"
The second you try to walk out that door, bags in hand, Kisaki is grabbing you by your hair and dragging you back. He has never once been physically violent with you, that's why you're so shocked and can't even react right at the action.
"You're not fucking leaving, Y/N. That ring on your hand means you HAVE to stay."
It's your turn to shock him when you throw your ring on the ground. You've never taken it off since the day he slipped it onto your finger...
"FUCK YOU! I WANT OUT OF THIS MARRIAGE!"
But there is no out. Not anymore. The doors are bolted, you're chained and collared, and no matter how hard you try there is no escape.
The light fades from your eyes, day after day, and he's so broken seeing you slowly start to loose your light. You're everything to him, and like an insecure fool he's ruined you.
"Y/N please," he'll beg, "It was all a lie. I just...I needed to know you'd stay with me no matter what."
Your eyes start to water and Kisaki feels sick because that's your first emotion in weeks. "That makes everything so much worse..."
Kisaki will try and fail to build you up again. He's been trying to prove how much he loves you, how devoted he truly is. "Of course I'd never be unfaithful. The thought of anyone else makes me nauseous."
"I wish you would cheat... I wish you loved anyone else and not me." "...That's never going to happen, darling."
Yandere!Ran
He treats you like you're replaceable and you've let him for years. Eventually though, you've finally decided you've had enough.
"Haven't I been good to you!? I take all your bullshit and love you through it, why can't you just be loyal!?" His words make you sick "Not my fault you don't excite me anymore."
Well if that's how it is then you're not going to waste one more second of your time. The bastard has the audacity to actually leave you there crying.
"I actually have something important to do than listen to you cry, Y/N." and just walked out.
If that's the way he wanted to play it then you were going to leave. You had more important things to do as well, like rebuild your whole life without Ran Haitani.
When he returns home you're gone. You packed a bag and dipped out even emptied out your bank account. "She's bein' real dramatic."
Doesn't take it seriously until his brother says something. "Bro... I really think she's done this time. My guys just found out she bought a ticket outta Tokyo."
Thats when he really starts to get pissed. Goes out and finds you. "Look, I'm soooo sorry," he tells you rolling his eyes, "Now will you quit bein' hysterical? Do you get how bad you're makin' me look?"
The cold empty indifference in your eyes shakes him. Like you don't even care that he came all this way to get you. You're not even saying anything to him.
It goes on like that, him making demands ordering you to come with him, you not even acknowledging him. "You have your whores. You don't need or want me." is the only thing you say before you're making a move to get on the train.
Fuck making a scene. No one leaves Ran Haitani.
Its been months now. And you still won't talk to him. He's tried everything from isolation to starvation and physical violence. You might scream here and there, but verbal communication? Nope.
That empty look in your eyes is starting to really scare him. Ran really had no idea how much he needed you until you were really gone. Physically you're there, but its like he's holding a husk.
Once again, his brother has to speak up, the younger Haitani always did have a soft spot for you. "Bro, c'mon already. You broke her. She's got nothing left."
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[20:09]
"Yeonjun, why are we here?"
You asked as you looked at the surrounding of the fancy restaurant. You told Yeonjun you were hungry and wanted to tell something important to him but you didn't expected he will bring you here. It must costs him so much.
"You said you are hungry, right? So, I want to treat you a good food."
"We can just go to Mcdonald, you know."
The man just smiled then he asked you to tell him the important things. You felt bad now. You don't want to ruined the whole mood but the truth need to be spoken.
"Let's break up, Yeonjun."
The smile on Yeonjun's face just now faded just like that. You felt guilty for causing that. Yeonjun face turned to confuse before he asking you.
"What happen? We were doing so good, y/n. Why the sudden break up? Is your father still can't accept me? I can talk to him, baby. I can show him that I can take care of you."
You clenched your fists not daring to look up at him. You took a deep breath before say something again.
"You said that many times already. But, it's still the same. Plus, I'm getting busier now so I don't think I can commit to relationship. So, let's just break it off."
That's what you said before you got up and walked out from the restaurant. Only if you know, you left Yeonjun with tears on his eyes while holding a small box that has a ring specially for you.
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"I did it. Are you fucking happy?!"
"Of course, I am. I've been telling you to do that since forever. You need to realize Yeonjun is not same like us."
You ended the call and threw the phone on the seat beside you. After the incident, you quickly ran to your car to hide your crying. You felt like you didn't deserve to cry in front of Yeonjun after what you had done.
Your father had threaten you to end the relationship with Yeonjun. He never likes Yeonjun just because he is not rich like you. In fact, Yeonjun is just ordinary person. He can't really afford luxury things but he never failed to show his love towards you. However, your father never appreciate him. He even humiliated your boyfriend in front of his friends one time but Yeonjun keep smiling.
You kept sobbing and letting out your anger and frustration. You wished you are just ordinary just like Yeonjun so you can enjoy your life without this kind of bullshit.
Without you noticing, there was a man staring at you from inside of his car. He was curious what could make you cried so hard.
"What a pretty. Even though she's crying she still look beautiful."
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"What are you thinking?"
"Huh?"
"You seem like in very deep thought."
"Nothing, I'm just thinking about what would my dad wanted to talk about."
Jake said as he fixing his collar. His assistant, Mr. Lim looked at him for few minutes before he nodded and went out from Jake's room. Jake sighed and massaged his head. His mind was full of the girl he saw few days ago. Jake wished he could see you again. You are so beautiful that leaves him in desperation to meet you.
"Jake, my son. How are you?"
"Just tell me what you want dad."
Jake rolled his eyes and sat beside his dad on the dining table. His dad asked him to wear formal attire without telling the details about it.
"I want to show you to someone that is perfect for you."
"Dad, I told you I don't want to get married."
"Jake, come on. Just give a try first."
He wanted to say more but failed when the maid informed someone has arrived. He played with his phone strongly showing how he didn't want to be in this situation.
Jake didn't even bow when the guest arrived until his dad called his name. He took a deep breath before looking up and there you were. The one that he was looking for to meet again is in front of her. This time you look more beautiful than the other day he saw you.
"Jake, this is my friend Mr Lee Hansung and that is his daughter."
"Nice to meet you, Jake. This is my beautiful daughter, Y/n. She is really shy with new people."
"Well, then she needs to get familiar with her future husband here."
Husband? You will be his wife? Oh god, Jake couldn't believe this. He never thought he can get you this easily. Oh how really happy he is to become your man of your life. He can't wait to show you his love. He can't wait to build a family with you.
"We hope you guys can get along."
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The day on your wedding day, both of you and Jake felt nervous but for completely different reason.
Jake rubbing his hands to control himself. He never thought he will get anxious so bad. He couldn't wait to be with you. He can't wait to show you what a good husband he is.
But, sometimes what you planned can't come true.
"The bride is missing!"
Everyone went panic and ran to find you. Jake's excited feeling vanished and replaced by anger and betrayal. The thought of you didn't want to be with him really bothered him. He looked to your father's expression that show how disappointed he is. The guests also started to whisper with each other and badmouthing about you.
"Seems like Miss Y/n had ran away from Seoul."
Jake is not excited anymore. He is furious.
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You opened your eyes when you felt sunlight through the curtain. You stared at the man who was still sleeping beside you, Yeonjun. The day you were supposed to get married with Jake was the day you ran away to be together with your boyfriend.
Yeonjun came to you when he saw your text saying "Help me, please". He was shocked when he got to know you were getting married. You explained everything to him and asked him to bring you far away from your luxury life.
Yeonjun bought tickets and brought you to Brisbane, Australia. He changed both of your identities so it's hard for your father to find you.
"Good morning baby."
You giggled at his deep voice and felt your body got pulled close to him. He pecked your lips few times before planted deep kiss.
"I still can't believe this is happening."
"Me too baby. I love you so much, y/n."
"Oh how fucking sweet you guys."
Yeonjun and you turned quickly to the voice. You were shocked to find Jake at the door of your bedroom. He was holding his gun while staring boringly towards you guys.
"How-"
"What? You think by running to other country and changed your identities will make it hard for me to find you? You should not underestimate me."
You were panic right now. Jake was holding a gun and he can shoot you anytime he wants. You calmed yourself before asked him to put the gun down.
"Jake, please put the gun down. We can talk about this nicely."
"Talk? Fuck, y/n. Do you know how hurt I am? Do you know how fucking hurts I am when they told me you ran away just to find out you were back to this guy?"
"Jake, please understand-"
"No, y/n!! I can't fucking understand! You already asked for a break up and you went back to him?? Am I a scum?!"
At this point, Jake already pointed out the gun straight to Yeonjun and you don't want anything bloody to happen. So, you step out from the bed and walked towards Jake.
"I'm begging you please let Yeonjun go. I'm the one that should be blamed."
Jake being silent for few seconds and here you thought you did a good job on convincing him.
"Right, I should let him go."
But, maybe you shouldn't think too fast.
"Like you said, I should let Yeonjun go."
Just like that, you heard a loud gunshot went passing you and went straight to Yeonjun's head. You were too shocked to do anything and just covered your ears. The second time was at his heart and the last one was on his throat. Jake was still keep going and you ran to him begging him to stop shooting. He stopped when he had used all of the bullets. The bed now full of Yeonjun's blood.
"Why-why did you...."
"Oh, didn't you ask me to let him go?"
"I asked you to let him LIVE! WHY THE FUCK YOU SHOOT HIM?!"
"Oh, my bad. You should specify it, y/n. I thought you said you want me to let him go die."
Your tears started flowing down. Your hands were shaking badly and you still can heard the gunshot sound in your ears. Jake pulled you to go in front of dead Yeonjun. Jake took some of his blood and smeared it on your face even though you were whimpering and tried to get off him.
"Why?? I thought you love him so much. Might as well feel his blood too, baby cause you won't get this anymore after we bury the body."
You regret on what you did on the day you supposed to get married.
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um ayo😃is that good? Someone actually asked me to do yandere Jake with arranged married plot but I accidentally deleted it😐😐 so i hope to that person who requested this will have fun reading it hehe
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Warmth
Just a little spiralling thought of what would happen if OC was stuck in a cabin with Rick and possibly had hypothermia and needed warming up ;) <3
Warnings: dry humping, slight non-con/don-con (OC is asleep at first but all else is consenual ofc)
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Alora trudged through the snow with trembling limbs, the cold sinking deep into her skin despite the layers of clothes she dressed herself in.
It had been snowing for days now, but neither Rick nor Alora could have predicted it would get this bad so quickly.
Her eyes were tracking every shadow that crossed her, watching her surroundings and searching for any sign Rick might have passed through the next place she was ready to traverse.
When Alora and Rick had volunteered to go onto a supply run, they hadn't expected this. The prison was running low on medications, bandages, and hygiene products - Alora, never someone who was happy to sit in the scent of her own sweat and hardwork, leapt at the first opportunity presented to, at least, find some more soap.
Rick didn't hesitate to volunteer himself shortly after.
Life in the prison wasn't easy, not after everything they had already been through. But it was simple. It was familiar. It was everything Alora wished she could return to as her teeth clattered in the quietness around her.
Her feet felt numb, fingers stinging as she burrowed them further in her pockets and shrunk back into the collar of her coat in an attempt to hide from the icy winds.
Her head felt heavy, eyes tired and limbs weak as she continued to march through the land in search for somewhere warm to spend the upcoming night.
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It didn't take Alora long to find some place habitable - a lonely cabin sat hidden amongst the decaying branches of brittle trees. No matter how hard she tried, though, she could only trudge towards it slowly.
Upon stumbling inside, she threw herself upon a cold and solid couch. She curled into a ball upon the lumpy furniture, eyes fluttering closed as she promised to start a fire when she woke up after a short nap.
That was how Rick found her a few hours later.
The man was a frantic mess, unaffected by the cold but horrified at the prospect Alora could be hurt simply because she was not with him.
Guilt ate at him during his search - if he had not let her leave his sight, leave his side, she would still be standing next to him. With him. Safe.
It was with these festering thoughts he stumbled upon the quiet cabin, heart protesting with fierce guilt as his mind encouraged him to rest for a night.
Perhaps a few hours, he compromised.
Upon trudging into the residence, his heart sank to his stomach as his eyes lay upon a rigid and small body - the girls hair lay astrewn, and quiet huffs pass her lips in a quick concession.
"Fuck," Rick cursed as he stumbled closer, hands trembling out of fear instead of cold as he got closer and noticed the blue tinge to Alora's lips.
"Alora," he shook her shoulders, voice growing louder as he grew more panicked, "Alora, open your eyes."
Guilt struck Rick like an arrow, so ashamed and so stupid. He should have stopped her from coming on this run, should have known how dangerous it would be.
But the idea of spending even a few hours with just her at his side was a possibility he could not pass up.
It seemed all his months of pining, however, led to this. And if he could, he would take it all back if it meant she was somewhere safe and warm.
Alora groaned, her eyes barely able to open as she leaned away from Rick's touch - "too warm," her brows furrowed, and she whined in her sleep but Rick only needed to skim the supple skin of her cheeks to feel the biting cold that had taken her over.
"Hey, c'mon sweetheart open y'r eyes, huh?"
"No, 'm tired - wanna sleep," her mumbled whines made his heart sink in dread as he cupped her cold and flushed face in his hands.
"I need you to look at me, can you do that sweetheart? Look at me, baby. C'mon, open those pretty eyes for me."
Her eyes parted open slowly, as though she was lifting the weight of a thousand suns and she gleamed blearily into the eyes of sea blue that were waiting for her familiar gaze - "that's it, sweetheart. Good girl."
Alora answered Rick's praising mumbles with a giddy grin, the quiet huffs of laughter escaping her in a quick concession despite her body trembling under the harsh caress of the cold and frosty winds.
Alora couldn't hold her head up straight, teetering to each side as he lifted a frigid finger to brush against Rick's frost-bitten lips as she sang quietly, "you called me baby."
Rick couldn't stop himself from rolling his eyes, an amused huff escaping him as he regarded her form. He sat up straighter, arms winding her arms to lift her up so she could sit up upon the couch but her slurred words made him pause.
"I can't feel m' hands. 'm tired."
Rick cursed, eyes darting across the quaint cabin as he jumped to his feet. He threw open drawers, barging into rooms to rifle through cupboards and closets until he found a pile of folded blankets and heaved the ton.
Rick placed the blankets upon the floor by Alora's tittering body, eyes growing wary as she settled into a stilted and quiet sleep once more.
He rushed as he made his way to an old and dreary fireplace, kneeling against a flush fur rug and reaching for a set of matchsticks placed nearby.
The fireplace was struck alight with ease, and as a warring heat bubbled through the room Rick was able to step back slightly calmer than before.
He returned to Alora's side, hands hovering over her body as though he was unsure if his next moves would be right. But it only took one more glance at her pale face and sheen forehead for him to regain his bearings.
He began to pull her clothes off of her, frowning at the thin materials as he whispered apologies to the unconscious girl.
Alora stirred awake at his frantic motions, hands pushing him away as her trembling grew fierce under the heat of the fire nearby.
Rick tutted, taking her wrists in one hand as the other tugged down her trousers. He held his breath for a moment, taking in the sight of her bare body.
He pulled a blanket from the pile, wrapping it around the girl before heaving her body into his arms and carrying her to the fireplace. He laid down her squirming body on the fur rug beneath his booted feet, eyes growing hungry as he watched her stretch upon the soft ground and whine as she settled.
Rick stood watching her for a moment, hoping the blankets and the fire would be enough but as time ticked by her shivering hadn't improved and worry grew in the pit of his stomach.
His eyes glanced over the fireplace, a small mirror mounted upon the wall, and caught sight of his own frigid reflection. He bit his lip in contemplation, a hand rubbing down his face and scratching his neck as he decided upon his next move.
With a frustrated groan, Rick began to pull off his clothes leaving him in only his boxers as he stared down at the stirring girl beneath him. He worried the minute he held her within his arms he would not be able to hold himself back, would not be able to control his urges and his desires.
He trudged to the pile of blankets, scooping up two more as he made his way back. He threw them gently atop the girl who's eyes were now opened to stare at his with a weary sense of curiosity.
Rick joined her on the ground, pulling himself under the blanket as the warmth beneath soothed his own tremors of cold.
A weak smile tugged at Alora's lip as she watched him join her, a whimper escaping her lips as his arms wound around and tugged her close. Even through the blanket wrapped around her lithe figure, she could feel every part of Rick she tried to ignore. His warmth radiated through the blanket and it only caused her to shiver in response, the reaction causing Rick to hold her tighter as he thought she was still cold.
In her delirium, far too cold that the chill felt like waves of heat, she writhed and flailed until Rick let her go in confusion, "you okay, sweetheart?"
His voice dripped in concern and Alora could only blink tiredly at the man as soundless mumbles passed her lips and she squirmed within the confines of her blankets.
Alora unwound the first blanket Rick had wrapped tightly against her, and in all her tired hysteria, she began to tug off the last few articles Rick was too much of a gentleman to touch.
She tried to throw her bra and panties to join the rest of her clothes, but they only moved far enough to sit next to Rick's.
Rick watched her with wide eyes, unsure if he should stop the girl or leave her be. It seemed, as she settled with a relieved sigh and a gasping giggle, that he did not have time to make such a choice.
Before he could make another move, Alora shuffled closer to him and burrowed herself in his warmth.
With the blanket he had placed around her now unwound and free, there was no longer a barrier between her naked body and his bare one.
Rick held his breath as he felt her breasts press against his chest, eyes closing tight as he gritted his teeth when she threw a leg over his hip and he could feel her bare cunt against his stomach.
Alora settled into a quiet sleep, her head burrowed into the crook of Rick's next as her breaths were warm upon his cheek.
Rick tried to steady his own breaths, his arms shaky as his arms wound around the small girl to hold her closer, despite his conscious protesting.
Rick groaned quietly at the feeling of her pretty cunt flush against his flesh, radiating such a warmth he had to hold his breath to ground his thoughts. He held her steady by her rump as he tried not to grind into the supple flesh of her thigh which lay directly on his hardening cock.
It had taken him some time to fall asleep, his cock much too hard and the feeling of her soft flesh against his own much too tempting.
The hours ticked by quickly, Rick's hammering heart able to settle slowly as time went by as his body grew tired as the activities of the day caught up with him.
It had to have only been seconds until he woke up again, the sound of something quiet and close alerting him of a presence. He opened his eyes to be met with the dark as the fire had died out and the sun had not risen, but he felt warm beneath the piles of blankets and only grew warmer as he realised what had woken him up.
Or rather, who.
Alora whined in her sleep, brows furrowed as her breaths grew laboured and Rick had to hold back a groan as he realised her hips shifted so she could grind her cunt against the hard flesh of his abdomen.
His hands came upon her hips, his morals warring with his desires as he struggled to come up with an idea of what to do. It seemed Alora's sleepy form did not appreciate his efforts to stop her pleasure and she twisting in his grip, moving down his body to escape his hands and sighing as her uncovered cunt found his hardened cock.
Rick couldn't help the groans that escaped him now - fuck, she was so wet he could feel his boxers becoming damp as she ground herself against him. Rick's hips pushed up to meet her own, uncaring if she was awake or asleep.
His hands returned to her hips, this time to ground her harder against him instead of stopping her.
Whines left her lips like prayers, eyes fluttering as she mumbled nonsense in her sleep.
"Fuck, what a dirty girl." Rick groaned into the dark, winding his arms around her waist as he planted his feet on the ground do he could rub against her even harder. His sounds became almost animalistic, losing himself in the feeling of her wet and sticky pussy that ground against him with ease.
"Rick?" A quiet whimper escaped her lips as Alora's eyes fluttered open and her eyes roll back in pleasure, and at such an enticing sight Rick ignored the twinge of guilt he felt as his grip grew tighter.
"Atta girl, there's my baby. Moanin' for me in y'r sleep. My dirty girl, aren't ya?"
"Rick~" his name passed her lips like a prayer, her hands reaching up to his shoulders as she shuddered at the feeling of slick between her legs and keened at the feeling of his covered cock rubbing against her throbbing clit.
"What d'ya want, baby? Hm?"
"Fuck," her voice broke as she hid her face in the crook of his neck, face damp with tears and sweat, "need more. Please, Rick - feels good, wan' more."
Rick groaned as his head fell back at her words, "shit, you want more, sweetheart? I'll give you more."
His hands reached down to his boxers, Alora whining loudly as he stopped their obscene movements. Rick tutted at the girl, nipping at her exposed breasts as she jumped and twitched upon his lap, "it's okay, baby. I got you."
He pulled down his boxers, fisting his red cock as Alora stared at it with parted lips. Rick smirked at the girl, "don't worry, sweetheart. I'll let you taste it next time."
Alora flushed deeply, hand coming to smack Rick upon the chest as she rolled her eyes and mumbled 'shut up'.
Rick huffed a laugh as his hands returned to her hips, he lifted her up so she was hovering above his stiffened cock and then placed her down upon his stomach so her pretty little cunt was flush against the head of his cock, leaving it trapped between her throbbing clit and his hard muscles.
Rick leaned back, a grin upon his face as he nodded towards her fidgeting hips - he sounded breathless as he spoke, "move those hips for me, baby."
Alora looked at him, almost unsure, but placed her hands behind her upon his thighs as she shifted forwards and back. A drawn out moan escaped her as her head fell back, her long hair tickling his legs as his hands reached to grip her hips tight enough to leave bruises.
His hands guided her to move faster- harder.
She moved up his body, her hips moving frantically as she hovered above his face. Their eyes met as Alora's own filled with tears at the pleasure she felt and Rick only hesitated for a moment before a hand wound itself in her hair and tugged her froward for a sloppy kiss.
The two chased their high, growing desperate as the seconds ticked by until Alora's pussy began to clench and her empty hole ached for Rick's cock. He pulled her into his chest, so close himself that he could see stars.
"Cum for me, baby."
And she did, a loud moan passing her lips as she shuddered upon his lap before falling in a heap atop his chest. Her fatigued body didn't stop Rick from chasing his own high, groaning at the sound of her whimpers as she grew overtsimulated as he continued to bounce her pretty body on the lap, and dug his fingers into the flesh of her rump before finishing with a guttural groan.
He twisted her head up with a hand in her hair, biting her lower lip as his fingers reached down to her twitching pussy to find her tortured clit. He kissed her with an amused smile as he flicked the puffy bead and relished in the feeling of her slick pooling in his lap and the sound of her harsh whines.
He brought his slick-ridden fingers to her lips, tracing them before pushing his fingers in, "suck."
And so she did, on command with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.
Fuck.
Rick had a feeling he could get used to this - maybe the run didn't go as bad as he thought it did.
Especially not if it ended with her naked in his arms and his fingers in her mouth.
#rick grimes x oc#rick grimes x reader#rick grimes#rick grimes x you#rick grimes fic#rick grimes fanfiction#rick grimes smut#rick grimes fluff#the walking dead#warmth
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Omg, okokok, how would the company/group (sangha, huiwon, etc.) To Dokja getting kisses from his s/o 🤧 (hc or scenario is up to you)
OKKKAYYYYYYYYYYYY WE KISSING IN PUBLIC IN FRONT OF KDJ'S COMPANY
YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE OH MY GOSH I CANT BELIEVE I HAVE FANS???
I LOVE YOU ALL
ahem
most of kim dokja's company know the fact that you were dating. So in the midst of having a break from chaos and scenarios, you decided to kiss kim dokja on the lips, just a peck. Everyone reacted slightly different...
Yoo Joonghyuk's reaction
blank stare
was not one of the informed that the two of you were in a relationship
"Get a room"
just witnessed bromance betrayal
disgusted
the type of guy to say he's going to bleach his eyes
but WOULD ACTUALLY DO IT
half of kdj co had to rush and stop him
going through the stages of grief
Han Sooyoung's reaction
"Fuck."
passes Lee Gilyoung 1000 coins
yeah
those two bet on you guys
doesn't really care about you two kissing
cares more about her 1000 coins being lost
"KIM DOKJA. YOU BETTER PAY ME BACK."
she in fact did not get 1000 coins from kdj
insert Lee Gilyoung laughing at her demise
Yoo Sangah's reaction
Knew about the relationship
actually was the one to encourage you two make it public
you get dating advice from her even though she's single
"You guys bet on their relationship?"
Jung Heewon's reaction
"WHY DIDN'T YOU GUYS INCLUDE ME IN THE BET?"
damn it
she couldve won money.
was not told but DEFFFFFFFFFFINETLY KNEW
says congrats
Lee Hyunsung's reaction
he knew about the relationship
pretends not to know when you guys kissed
"Woooowww congratulations!"
really bad liar
everyone stares at him
"YOU DID KNOW."
that was Shin Yoosung, pointing an accusing finger at him
Shin Yoosung's reaction
"YOU DID KNOW."
makes lee hynsung feel guilty
"AND YOU."
she grabs lee gilyoung by the collar
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THERE WAS A BET?"
lets out a war cry and tries to beat him up
Lee Gilyoung's reaction
smiles
he's 1000 coins richer now
guessed that you guys were dating
"blehhhhhhhh" sticks his tongue out at shin yoosung
they are running around the company and then he falls
gets hit once before any adult can get shin yoosung off him
Lee Jihye's reaction
starts clapping like someone's getting an award
accidentally overheard you two saying 'i love you' once so
not surprised
stops clapping after seeing her master's expression
...love triangle????
eats popcorn like some k drama betrayl is going on
wishes she was apart of the bet
#kim dokja#kim dokja x reader#kdj x reader#kdj#omniscient reader's viewpoint x reader#omniscient reader's viewpoint#orv#orv x reader#manhwa x reader#gotta love bromance
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Pathetic
@nymphoheretic - Poppin’ Cherries Collab
warnings: degradidation, virginity loss(obviously), mentions of bullying, fingering, mean girl!reader, nerd!Armin, Perv!Armin, public sex
DISCLAIMER!!! THE STUFF I WRITE IS NOT REAL. SMUT ON HERE IS ENTIRELY FICTIONAL AND THE ACTUALITY IF HAVING SOMEONE SIMPLY RAM INTO A VIRGIN IS VERY VERY VERY UNREALISTIC. BUT THAT IS WHY IT IS CALLED FICTION. DO NOT. AND I MEAN DO NOT. BASE YOUR SEXUAL EXPERIENCES OFF OF THE FICTITIOUS EVENTS THAT GET WRITTEN ON ANY SMUTTY STORY. THIS IS FOR FUN NOT FOR EDUCATION!!!!
Armin was fed up with you and your sweet smiles laced with venom. The verbal venom you’d spit out at him while keeping such a sweet smile on your face. You were considered to be one of the golden girls of your campus, smart, beautiful, and kind.
Bullshit.
It was all bullshit.
Armin saw the way you used your pretty smiles as a mask for your rotten personality.
And he hated it. Hated how you never called him by his name. Only ever referring to him as a “virgin loser”.
So today, after your usual late-night tutor session at the always empty library, Armin stood up and announced that this would be his last time tutoring you.
“What?” you exclaimed to him.
“I didn't think it was this hard to understand. I'm done dealing with you.” Though Armin tried to make his voice rougher than usual, it wavered a little as you stood upright to his face. The sudden attitude had thrown you for a loop, making you raise your eyebrow at the boy as you stood in his face.
“What, am I a bad student? Do I not retain the information well enough for you?” You scoffed at him.
“No, it's not that.” He said, rolling his eyes a little.
“Then what is it? God, I wish you could get straight to the point. Wasting my time like the virgin you are. Probably want me to stick around longer so you can stare at my tits again.
“See, that's why. I'm done with the names and the assumptions. I can't teach someone who doesn't respect me. You don't even call me by my name.”
“You aren’t a very respectable person, Armin.” You said his name smoothly as if you had said it a thousand times before. Armin let out a small gasp-like whine, hearing you finally call his name. “You don’t think I can’t see you staring like you want to fuck me every time you tutor me. You think, what?That I can't see you fix your pants whenever I lean into you. I call you a virgin loser 'cause you are one.”
Your hands, now, grasped onto Armin's collar shirt, pulling him in closer. Your lips were inches from touching, you watched as Armin’s eyes drifted from yours to your gloss-covered lips.
The proximity was driving him wild. The scent of your perfume mixed with your coco butter lotion filled his nose and made him step back. You were dangerous. He hated how you got him so worked up with your words. Causing you to smirk, and Armin cursed at himself. Proving everything you said right.
Well almost everything…
“I'm not a virgin.” The blond boy spat out. Ears and cheeks becoming a little bit red from anger. If you weren't so pissed off, you'd find him a little cute.
“Sure you're not, Min.” You spoke back in a mocking tone. “The hard on you're getting from me calling you a loser is great proof.”
Instead of stepping away, against Armin’s better judgment, he closed the distance between the two of you. Pressing his weight into you and trapping your body in between his and the desk covered in your books.
“Armin, what are you doing?” You let out a gasp as you felt his semi-hard dick press against your thigh.
“What? Nervous?” Armin’s head was bent into your neck. Mouth hovering right next to your ear. His words were quiet. But still held a mocking tone. He sounded much different from the timid Armin that never once tried to speak out before.
“Of you? Never.” You chuckled, trying to mask your nervousness. Armin’s eyebrow raised in surprise.
“Don’t tell me. You're a virgin.”
“N-no. I'm not. Shut up, Amrin.”He let out a small chuckle. The irony of it all.
Armin's hands were now at your thighs, grazing up and down your skin. His mouth latched onto your neck, giving it a bite before pulling away.
“You talk big shit, but you’re still a virgin.” He scoffed while ripping your panties. This action caused you to let out a loud pornographic moan. “Pathetic. You are pathetic.”
His finger now rubbed at your cunt up and down, slipping into your hole “accidentally” every so now and then. Each time he did, you found yourself becoming better and wetter.
“Min, please.” You whimpered out.
“Please what? Use your words.” He smirked down at you.
You hated how much he was enjoying this. His power over you. He knew you didn’t have a clue what to do, and he was taking advantage of that. Making you beg him to do something, anything.
“Make me cum.” His usually sweet smile looked so much more intimidating now that he held all the cards.
You gasped a little at the intrusion of Armin's long and delicate finger pushing its way into your untouched cunt.
“Oh fuck, you are so tight.” Armin groaned at how you clamped down on his singular digit. He felt himself harden even more, thinking about how you’d squeeze down on his dick.
All you could do was moan out in response as he added another, stretching and plunging into you deeper and deeper.
“I think I’m going to cum Armin.” You panted out into his ear. But before you could hit your climax, you felt it dissipate into nothing as Armin pulled his finger away from you. Making you whine in frustration.
“Don’t be a brat.” Armin spat at you while undoing his belt and pants buttons.
“I thought you liked me being a brat?” You giggled a little as his ears flared red again. “You are blushing like a high schooler.” You said, laughing at his rushed way of pulling his pants down. Your laughs would be cut short, a result of Armin ramming into your pussy without a single care for you.
“You make my life hell, calling me a virgin and a loser, but you’ve never even been fucked.” His eyes rolled back as he degraded you. Keeping his thrusts erratic and hard as if he was just using you as a vessel for his cum.
“You’ll make the prettiest cum dump, won’t you?” He asked tauntingly, but when you didn’t respond, it caused him to slap at your clit, making your whole body convulse.
“Mhm, Armin. The prettiest” You slurred out, choking on your moans and salvia. You were slipping in and out of consciousness as you gave in to the feeling of your incoming climax. You saw white as your orgasm hit. Your nails clawed at Armin's shirt as he bit your neck, muffling the moans he released as he came shortly after you.
You tried to wrap your mind around the fact that you had just lost your virginity.
In a library….
To Armin…
Once he had pulled out, he held you in place. Watching as his cum seeped out of you. Before you could get up and fix yourself, Armin turned your body around, bending you over the desk.“What? Did you think we were done?”
#cat writes ★#aot#attack on titan#aot smut#aot thirst#black reader#arminissohotiphysicallyneedhim#armin smut#armin x black reader#armin arlet#armin arlet smut#armin#armin arlet thirst#armin oneshot#armin thirst#armin aot#armin arlet x reader#poppin cherries♡
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princess harrington
summery : Billy doesn't know why the inseparable Harrington twins aren't together at this party, but this is definitely his chance to hit on Y\N before Steve can snatch her from under his nose. Harrington jealously guards the innocence of his sister, and Hargrove just burns with the desire to try out her tight little pussy first.
TW's – pwp ( 18+ ), dirty talk, alcohol, rough sex, sex in the car, drunk sex, hickeys \ bites, cunnilingus, first time, mentioning of incest.
— Our parents have bad taste and no sense of humor. — Y\N Harrington says, and Billy absolutely agrees with you.
His laughter is disassembled by how equally trained the Harrington twins are in the manner of copying their rich dad. And if Steve's snobbery and ironed collars make him sick, then he would love to look under the short skirt of yours. If only out of a desire to tease Harrington once again, he never gets tired of this activity.
— You should have seen how his mother's face fell when Steve received a rejection letter from Harvard. — you continue to chirp. — She was already buzzing to her friends from the golf club that he would continue the tradition.
Heather Holloway nods and laughs, and Billy, who so successfully overhears this conversation, gets another interesting fact in a long list of things that the mention of which can upset Steve.
He is frankly bored at this stupid Carol party, but watching Harrington inflames him a little. You are wearing a stupid vest with diamonds and a v-neck, like some kind of nerd, but everything below immediately makes him close his eyes to it. A plaid skirt in a fold barely covers your hips, and it's already warm enough outside, so instead of tights, you put on high socks that do not hide small round knees.
Billy doesn't know why the inseparable Harrington twins aren't together at this party, but this is definitely his chance to hit on Y\N before Steve can snatch you from under his nose. Harrington jealously guards the innocence of his sister, and Hargrove just burns with the desire to try out her tight little pussy first.
— You bored, Harrington? — Billy knows your every response to any of his attacks, so it won't be difficult to make the right scenario.
— Fuck off, Hargrove. — you look at him with contempt and a slight disgust, and Billy remembers this look so that he can later recall them all to you. Heather is unobtrusively clinging to his thigh, but it's been no fun with her for a long time, so Billy brushes her off like an annoying fly.
— You'll make it your wish when you win at beer pong with me. — Billy laughs.
— Dont want to.
— How could I forget that you are the same cowardly bitch as your brother. — he knows all your weaknesses, counts three-two-one, got caught.
— Fuck you, Hargrove. — you are angry, but you had already lost, succumbing to his skillful manipulation.
A table is cleared for those two, the crowd closes in, watching with interest and egging on as soon as they take their seats on different sides.
It's only after the third drink that Harrington remembers who you contacted — it's Billy Hargrove, the king, your brother's main rival on the basketball court, he gets drunk very slowly and always hits the target. But you will not retreat, especially in front of so many people, even if your brother has lost his authority among their classmates, you are still Princess Harrington.
— You lost it, baby, — Billy grins. — You'll owe me a wish.
— No shit, Hargrove.
— Oh, it's going to be completely innocent. — he laughs, and the laughter sends shivers down your spine.
Fuck it, the main thing now is to get home before it finally covers you. But you are so drunk, drunk, drunk that you can't even handle the car keys.
— Do you need a ride? — Harrington flinches at the sound of someone else's voice, you didn't even notice how Billy followed you out of the house, and now he's parking right behind you.
The Camaro gleams invitingly with its polished body, and the last thing you are ever going to do is get into Billy Hargrove's car. Lower down on your “never" list is just getting home on foot.
— I'm not going to eat you, Harrington.
— Okay. — you say back and settle into the passenger seat.
Billy starts off at breakneck speed, the cabin smells stupefyingly of his cigarettes and cologne, the smell gets in his nose, and you open the window on your side to get at least a little. It's only a short drive from Carol's house, you can tolerate Hargrove's presence for a little longer. Your head is buzzing with beer, you havent drunk so much at a time before, your eyes sleepily close, despite the rock music coming from the player.
— Hey, princess, don't sleep. — Billy slaps the steering wheel and pulls off the road, parking behind the trees.
You blink and the next thing you feel is a hot wet tongue on your neck and hard calloused fingers on your knee. You want to scream, to push him away from you, because it's Billy, mother fucking Billy Hargrove, but you guessed what usually happens in this car and you sat down with him. His mouth draws in the skin on your neck, his hands skillfully climb under the vest and squeeze your chest through the shirt and bra. He smells sharp, touches you correctly, so that it twists in a knot in the stomach.
— Hargrove, stop it. — you fight back sluggishly, rest your palms on his shoulders.
— Have you been touched here before? — the fingers under the skirt stroke the hips, gently press through the lace, and you feel how hot and wet it becomes at the bottom.
—Yes. — you breathe into his ear, his lips parting in a grin and greedily dig into your mouth.
— I thought Princess Harrington was a good girl. — Billy presses harder with two fingers, moves in circles, with the other hand rips out the buttons on your perfectly white shirt, still not taking off a single thing from you. — Turns out she's a little wet slut.
You moan into his mouth, arching towards him under skillful hands.
— I'm not... I'm not a slut. — your breath is lost when Billy leaves the first sensitive hickey on your neck, you finally ceases to control the situation when the clothes gradually disappear from your body, and his teeth bite and pull the nipple. — Damn it.
— Yeah? — Billy pulls away, raising a malicious eyebrow, and you automatically reach for him. — And you look exactly like that now.
He moves into the backseat, pulls you behind him, undressing you hastily, crushes you, spreads you out like a pinned butterfly. You are wearing only those high socks and loafers, and a path of inflaming hickeys stretches from the smooth neck to the navel.
— I never had it with anyone.. — you whisper and get lost.
— Had what? — Billy teases, spreading your legs apart, buries his nose in the current narrow slit, rubs his tongue at the very entrance. — Haven't you fucked?
— Yeah.
— Just say it, princess, you're already a big girl. — he licks you greedily, tickles your clitoris with his lips, pressing his tongue, pushes two fingers at once, and you tremble under him, filled, tight, greedily embracing him with trembling walls. — And who were you saving your pussy for?
You arw silent, moaning with displeasure only when Billy takes his fingers out of you and pulls away.
— Answer me. — he grins and defiantly puts his fingers smeared in your grease in his mouth, sucking. — Do you want my dick, Harrington?
— Yes. — you sob and reache out to him with your hands, unbuttoning the buttons on your shirt with trembling fingers, with you mouth to your hard stomach, with the palms on sides.
—Stronger than his? — Billy doesn't move, allowing himself to be undressed.
— Yeah.. — you snap the buckle of his belt, pulls his jeans and underwear over his hips and freeze, as if not knowing what to do next.
— And who do you imagine when you touch yourself in the shower, Princess? — Billy reaches into the glove compartment for a condom.
— I'm not..
— Don't lie to me. — he slowly rolls the rubber band around his dick. — Or I'll drop you out of the car right now.
— Steve..
— What? I didn't hear you, baby. — Billy scoffs, laying you on your shoulder blades, passing his tongue from ear to collarbone.
—It's Steve. — you breathe, blushing.
— Little pervert. — he laughs, roughly pushing into you, immediately deep almost to the full length, looks fascinated as your mouth opens, as you eyes open, licks salty tears from rosy cheeks. — Imagining how your own brother fucks you?
You whimper and cling to his shoulders, breathe hunted and put your neck under the teeth, swinging you hips to wet squelching slaps of skin on skin.
— Please..
—What, Princess?
— I want to cum.
— Really? — he moves hard in you, driving you crazy with every thrust, returns his fingers to the clitoris, pressing.
— Billy... — you choke on a moan, choke with pleasure, smear your lips droolingly on his chin. Y\N Harrington is no better or worse than the other high school sluts Billy fucked in his car. But you is his little battle trophy.
He ends up slipping out of your body, helps you get dressed and put your hair in some semblance of order, and at a certain moment it seems to you that Billy Hargrove is not such an asshole. He tucks the lace panties into his jeans pocket. — Why?
— You owe me a wish. — Billy grins, returning to the driver's seat. He can already imagine Steve Harrington's furious face when he throws his sister's panties in his face in the locker room after basketball and says that you dropped them in the Camaro.
— Okay, asshole.
#strangerthings#strangerthingsedit#billy hargove smut#billy hargrove#billy hargrove fanfiction#billy hargove x reader#steve harrington#stranger things au
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Kinkmas Day 2 (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Argyle)
Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI!), threesome, oral (m! and f! receiving), handjobs, fingering, protected p in v, drug use, language, use of pet names
WC: 2k
Kinkmas 2022 Masterlist
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Christmas Eve 1987 starts like any other holiday: spending time with your friends and avoiding as much familial interaction as possible.
“God, this blows,” Eddie exhales, permeating the air with the smell of weed.
“I mean, it’s not as good as the Cali shit, but it’s not the worst strain I’ve ever had, bro,” Argyle shrugs, taking another hit before passing the joint to you.
“No, dumbass,” Eddie snorts.”I meant the whole holiday season thing, joy and cheer and blah blah blah.”
You stifle a laugh, trying not to choke on the smoke you just inhaled. “Calm down, Scrooge,” you tease. “It’s not that bad.”
“You didn’t grow up watching kids get all of the cool things you wanted while your uncle barely scrounged up enough cash to buy you new sneakers,” Eddie retorts.
“Maybe you’ll get something good this year,” you say nonchalantly, thinking of the gift you got him: a lighter with EM and a music note engraved on the side.
“Yeah, maybe,” he mutters, reaching for the joint again.
“Well,” you start, “I have something special for each of you.” You giggle when their eyes widen. “Not that, you pervs!”
Eddie points at Argyle. “Look, you got his hopes up; poor guy.” He laughs. “Maybe got something else up, too.”
“Shut up, dude!” Argyle chastises him, leaning over you to give him a shove. A blush creeps into his cheeks and he rips the joint from Eddie’s hands angrily.
“Whoa, chill!” You’ve never seen Argyle this defensive before. “Arg, he was just kidding. Besides,” you add slyly, “you know this horny bastard would get with either of us if we gave him the chance.”
Eddie holds his hands up in defense. “Don’t go spilling my secrets now!” The high has clearly set in for him, which means he’s got even less of a filter than usual. “Anyway, ‘s not like people can’t see you making heart-eyes at her all the time.”
This time, Argyle gets to his feet and grabs Eddie by his jacket collar. “I said, shut the fuck up, man!” he hisses. “We had a deal!”
“What deal?” you ask, prying his fingers off of Eddie. It wasn’t the first time you’d had to break up an argument between them, though usually Eddie was the one trying to get to Argyle.
Argyle sighs. “Well, since someone decided to blab everything anyway, I might as well divulge this precious information.”
This time, Eddie’s the one scrambling. “Don’t you dare–”
“Eddie and I both wanted to ask you out but we made a truce and now neither of us can get with you!” Argyle blurts out before Eddie tackles him.
“Boys!” you yell, stopping their antics immediately. “What if…what if I said I liked both of you?” Wow, you’re really high.
“I’m sorry, what?” Eddie gawps.
You sigh, wishing you could rewind time and take back what you’d just said. “Never mind,” you mumble. “Let me take another hit.”
“No, I think we need to discuss this further.” Argyle sits back down next to you. “So you would sleep with either one of us?”
“Sure, yeah, but not if it’s gonna cause you two to beat the shit outta each other.”
Eddie frowns, furrowing his brows. “What if you didn’t have to choose?”
“Like…both at once?” You bark out a laugh incredulously.
The boys look at each other and grin. “We’re down if you are,” Argyle says with a shrug.
“Oh-okay,” you murmur. That’s all the encouragement Eddie needs; he tilts your chin and kisses you deeply, making your legs tremble. “Maybe we can go inside?” you suggest, motioning to Eddie’s trailer door. You know Wayne is at work, which means you’ll have the place to ourselves.
The three of you sit on the couch; Eddie on your left, Argyle on your right. You feel Eddie move your hair from behind your ear and press wet kisses down your jawline. “This feel good, princess?” he asks softly.
“Mhm,” you moan. Your gaze lands on Argyle, seemingly frozen in place. “Arg, you okay?”
“Y-yeah,” he stammers, “just didn’t ever think this would happen.” He swallows thickly, fidgeting with joint between his fingers. That gives you an idea.
“Take a hit, but don’t exhale yet,” you instruct him, trying to focus while Eddie’s hands roam your body. Argyle does as he’s told, and you lean in so your lips brush his. “Now, blow the smoke into my mouth.”
He opens his mouth and you mirror him, inhaling deeply as your tongues graze one another. You feel him start to relax, letting go of whatever insecurities he held onto.
“That’s it,” you coax him, taking his large hand in your smaller one and guiding it to your tits. “Touch me wherever you want.”
He’s gentle at first, running a thumb over your clothed chest in awe, but quickly begins groping you hungrily. He toys with the hem of your shirt, suddenly shy again, and you pull it over your head with a smirk.
“Dude,” Argyle breathes out. Eddie can only see your naked back, and he pulls you around by your shoulder to get a glimpse of what Argyle’s eyes are glued to.
“Holy shit,” he groans, throwing his head back. “Can’t believe you’ve been holding out on us, keeping these perfect little tits covered up this whole time.”
“Didn’t…didn’t know that you wanted to see them,” you manage dumbly, and both of the guys just grin in response.
“Hey, um…” Argyle pipes up, and you turn your attention back to him. “I wasn’t done.” He hooks a thick finger around your belt loop and pulls you closer to him, wrapping his pillowy lips around one of your nipples. It pebbles as his tongue flicks over it. Eddie busies himself at your neck, harshly sucking bruises into the sensitive skin. You whimper at the overwhelming stimulation; you’ve gotten hickeys and been fondled before, but never at the same time.
“Fuck, princess,” Eddie coos, “if you make those pretty noises, you’re gonna have to help me out here.” Out of the corner of your eye, you see him gesture to the erection pressing against his jeans.
“Bed,” you moan out, taking their hands in yours and guiding them to Eddie’s room. Argyle snuffs out the joint in a nearby ashtray as you pull him along. “Off,” you point to their pants, tugging off your own as quickly as you can.
Eddie starts to palm himself through his boxers, but you move his hand and replace it with your own, making him hiss at your touch. “C’mere,” you whisper to Argyle, and you do the same to him. There’s something utterly powerful about having them in each of your hands, knowing you control their pleasure.
Argyle’s lips press against yours. He pushes your panties aside and slides a finger inside your wet cunt, making you cry out. “That good?” he murmurs into your mouth, and you pump his cock faster in response.
“Argyle, man,” Eddie whines, “you can’t have her mouth and her pussy. Y’gotta share.” You pout as Argyle breaks the kiss, but his lips are quickly replaced with Eddie’s.
“You know what would be fun?” There’s a mischievous glimmer in his eye. “If you ate her out while she moans into my mouth.”
Argyle’s on his knees and pulling you towards the edge of the bed before you can muster up a response. He looks up at Eddie and asks, “y’got a hair tie or something?” Eddie nods, tossing one from his cluttered nightstand. You watch as Argyle pulls his hair off of his face and into a messy ponytail.
“Y’look really fucking good like that,” you whimper as he parts your legs.
He smiles at you, and you can’t help but beam back. “Between your thighs, or with my hair back?”
“Both.”
You mewl when his tongue flicks over your clit; he’s methodical in the way he fucks you with it. Your hips buck up slightly as he quickens his pace, and Eddie’s voice growls in your ear.
“Make those pretty noises f’me,” he orders. You greedily accept his kiss, keeping your hand wrapped around his stiff cock. He gets harder each time you whimper into him. “Just like that,” he muses, “but I think you could be louder, hmm?” He brings his gaze to Argyle, who is hungrily lapping at your pussy. “Arg, is that pussy schmackin’ or what?”
He knows what he’s doing; Argyle can’t hold back his laughter, sending vibrations through your body and making you scream out their names. “Eddie, don’t make him–fuck, Arg, you make me feel so fucking good–”
“Cum on his tongue, princess,” Eddie says, pinching your nipple between his strong fingers. “Show him what a good job he’s doing.”
Argyle takes the opportunity to suck on your clit, and you cum harder than ever before. Your legs are trembling when he detaches from you, wiping his mouth and grinning. “Never tasted such a perfect pussy in my fuckin’ life, dude.”
“Need…need someone inside me,” you pant, glancing between the two of them. “But you need condoms; I’m not carrying either of your idiot spawn.”
“Noted.” Eddie reaches into his dresser drawer and pulls out a gas station pack of Trojans. “Fuck!” he groans. “There’s only one left.”
“I c-can take one of you in my mouth,” you offer pleadingly. Argyle fucks his fist slowly, and you get on your hands and knees and lick the the tip of his cock teasingly. “You want that?” you ask knowingly.
“Mhm,” he hums, sweat beading along his brows. “Wanna see your beautiful face, please.”
You take his length in your mouth, tracing along the vein with your tongue. Eddie spanks you with his own sheathed cock, pushing down on your upper back and tilting your hips upwards.
“Y’ready, princess?” His erection glides along your folds. He pushes into you gently, practically splitting you open. “So wet for us; aren’t you, pretty thing?”
“Mmm,” you agree, mouth full of Argyle. Your answer reverberates around him and he thrusts into you harder, holding onto a fistful of your hair. Eddie pistons himself inside you; your ass cheeks clapping against his pelvis with each buck of his hips. You’re filled with your two favorite boys, and you couldn’t be happier–or more turned on.
“Gonna cum,” Argyle chokes out. You open your throat as he coats the inside of your mouth with his warm, sticky ropes. He gently pumps a few more times to bring himself down before you release him with a small pop, swallowing his release.
“Y-you didn’t have to do that.” He brushes his thumb along your cheek and smiles. “You’re so good for me–so good for us,” he amends, looking at Eddie, who is biting his lower lip and grabbing your ass so roughly that he’ll likely leave bruises behind.
“Almost there,” Eddie mutters. “Cum with me. Can’t let him be the only one gettin’ you off tonight.”
“A little faster, Eds,” you tell him, and he complies, bringing a ringed finger down to your sensitive bud. You feel yourself clench around his dick, your release imminent.
A string of curses leaves your lips, and Argyle kisses you as you finish. “There ya go, baby,” he coos. It might be the first time he’s called you a nickname besides bro or dude, and you can’t say you mind at all.
Eddie’s hips stutter as he cums into the condom, smacking your ass one last time for good measure. He pulls out slowly, tossing the barrier in the trash, and the three of you crash onto the bed.
“Did–did we really just do that?” Argyle wonders aloud.
“Sure fuckin’ did,” Eddie answers, still trying to catch his breath. “Now the only question is, who was better?” He turns to you and smiles sweetly, impatiently waiting for your reply.
“Obviously, it was me,” you say with a roll of your eyes. “The two of you were putty in my hands. Literally.”
The two of them nod in agreement, too fucked out to argue any further.
Your eyelids feel heavy, and you find yourself slipping into sleep between them. Argyle’s arm is wrapped around your waist, while Eddie’s nuzzled into your breasts. You press a quick kiss to each of their cheeks.
“Merry Christmas, boys.”
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Paranormal Activity | Levi Ackerman x You
Summary: You visit Levi’s place of work for the first time & shit gets spooky & a lil’ slutty. 👻
Warnings: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, NSFW, Fucking in a Haunted House because why the fuck not, Breath Play, Gagging, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Copious Amounts of Fluff, Two Idiots in Love. Wishing it was Halloween already 🎃🎃🎃
Read Part II
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One glow stick cracks under your trembling palm.
That’s all you and your friends get to lead your way through the twist of halls drenched in shadow, looming beneath the fluttering entrance of tattered black fabric strips in the wind.
Levi somehow convinced you to visit him at work.
The cashier at your local haunt’s ticketing booth fit him so perfectly it almost made you laugh the first time he told you. Of course that’s where he works.
You still have a hard time seeing what he saw in you all those weeks ago.
Insatiably inked from head to toe like he couldn’t get enough. A trait you would later find out he shared with nearly all things as he licked your pussy for hours into the night. His tattoos gliding over his collarbones, over his strong neck, to the back of his ears resting underneath either side of his jaw. A permanent collar.
Levi was…intense. Even then.
Well, running into someone and sending their coffee-or was it tea?-flying, would throw anyone into a panic. But he just stoically stood over you in a scramble, stammering over your words, and he was fucking smirking of all things. Your floral dress flounced about your ankles, peering up at him through your curled lashes with innocent doe eyes.
He was fucking smitten from the start.
And he always likes to see you squirm.
Just like now.
Somehow you didn’t find him in the box at the front of the lot…Maybe you caught him at a bad time? Was he on break?
Totally normal to visit your boyfriend under any other circumstances, but Levi has been far from conventional ever since you first met him, working the front end for one of the best haunted houses in the state. It tops nearly every list and has a cult following for fuck’s sake. The thousands of people lined up just to get a good scare is something else, and you’re about to be-
“Next!”
And here you are, shaking in the cold as your knees knock together under your pure white skater skirt that flutters over the curve of your thighs in the fall breeze. A voice rips you from your anxious haze yet again.
“Remember, stay together. There’s no signs in there, so the goal is to find your way out using the glow stick. As long as it takes,” the host looks up from her stand with a wicked smirk cast your way, “And don’t touch the actors.”
Easy enough.
That was until your friends pushed you in first as they cowered behind you.
One has their hand twisted so far into your shirt that the collar threatens to cut off your air. Shit, I guess you’re really doing this. You step across the threshold holding your breath.
You expected it to be loud in here. Aren’t haunted houses supposed to be loud?
Only the hesitant shuffle of your new black leather Docs that Levi got you can be heard against the unseen path before you. Your friends are already sniveling and whimpering close to your back.
The dark is so thick it feels like it presses into your open eyes unable to adjust to the oppressive lack of light.
“Will you please take your hand off my neck? You’re choking me!” You throw over your shoulder to your friend that’s already in shambles.
“Shit, fine. M’sorry…” The hand retreats from your back and glides into your free hand while the other holds the useless orange glow stick above you barely shedding any light in front of you.
“I can’t see a damn thing with this,” you speak into the air thick with a rolling fog.
In response, the hand in yours shifts, fingers lacing through yours in a tighter hold.
“Don’t tell me you’re that fucking scared you’re holding my hand right now…You’re ridiculous,” you attempt to cast over your shoulder with a roll of your eyes. The faint light of the glow stick illuminating your friend’s face of utter shock as they quietly mouth “what are you talking about?” Panic breaks over their features and pummels through your body.
The deft fingers immediately slip from your hold as if they were never there. Just smoke slipping through your hands and you nearly vault into the air. The shockwave of your reaction ripples through your line of friends that nearly run in all directions as they let out their first screams into the night.
A breathy, disembodied laugh escapes into the air as if they were a prize to be won.
“Fuck! What was that?!” Another friend cries out in desperation while the darkness begins to swallow you all whole.
“Me?” Is breathed onto your neck so sinister and alluring that you can feel the heat of their tongue nearly inches away.
You whip your head around in the direction of that voice again, frantically searching to find nothing. The orange glow of your sole light source is just mocking you alongside the voice now.
Your friends lurch forward in a panic, knocking the light out of your hands that goes flying only to cast the shadow of something on all fours slinking away like a creature in the night.
Unable to fight their impulses, they bolt on instinct, picking up the stick, nearly dropping it again, and taking off in front of you as you scramble to catch up around the next corner.
As the dull glow disappears around the wall, you’re left panting in the dark.
Reaching out in front of you helplessly in the shadows.
Not a soul behind you.
The air is so thick with torment and there’s nothing you can do but grope the empty space in front of you in distress.
Your breaths begin to pick up. You thought you could handle this before.
But alone like this in deafening silence? It’s fucking torture.
The tense atmosphere shifts alongside you, a presence detected, and that heat on your neck again, words dripping down your spine-
“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this? Hm? Aren’t you scared, sweetheart?”
“Levi!” You’d know that dark voice anywhere.
“He’s not here, but I can be,” the voice purrs in your ear with a grin.
You reach a hand back to run your hand through the dark hair behind you, and a hand snatches your wrist mid air pinning it to the small of your back. Your fingers flex outstretched chasing the smoke before it speaks again.
“I can help you…if you want. But…you’ll have to help me too,” the muffled voice is far too innocent, sending a shiver through you.
“Oh fuck off and get me out of here,” you sneer and you can feel lips curl back against your neck in a dark grin at your attitude. Teeth grazing over your pulse point, thrumming at a dangerous pace under their heavy gaze.
“That’s not how good girls speak, now is it?” The specter punctuates by licking a long stripe up the side of your exposed throat and you whine against the hold. The grip releases you back into the darkness.
Alone again.
Your boots scuffing the floor in an attempt to ground you in the twisting black.
No sight of a glow or your friends. Maybe they really did get swallowed whole.
An uncomfortable silence scratches at your ears.
Or…was that nails dragging down the metal hallway, endlessly echoing all around you, entrapping you in the sound?
“White, hm?” Sinks into your ear, replacing the cacophony with horrifying clarity.
“Yeah…and?”
A demonically low snicker fills the space between wet lips and your jaw.
“You would wear a white mini dress in a fucking haunted house.”
You have the audacity to scoff in the face of the faceless danger.
“But with the boots too? Shit, don’t tell me you wore them for me.” Lips are licked in a ravenous snarl. “Maybe I’ll let it slide…this time.”
A blaring noise rips through all around you like a truck slamming on its breaks. A bright red flash of light illuminates the silhouette now in front of you. Smiling so devilishly wide with a glint in silver slits for eyes. You find a scream threatening to burst forth from your chest at the sudden shock in contrast to the near pin drop silence from before. But it doesn’t come out. Not yet.
The lights begin to strobe so quickly that you only see him in fractions.
Frame by frame he moves so slow to you.
Dark synth chords are triggered alongside the lights above you, wrapping you in a sensory overload.
Before you can make sense of it all, those lithe fingers graze at the ends of your skirt to the back of your thighs, meeting the crease of your ass, and taking a handful of you as the fabric drapes over his wrists.
You’re panting into his exposed collarbone for dear life and he moves his lips next to your ear, nipping.
“Are you scared?”
“It’s gonna—hah—take more…than that to scare me.”
“Is that so?”
He lifts you with ease, pushing you up the wall as your boots clack against each other. You wrap against him so tightly that he feels your every shiver. Not scared huh…
As you grind down into him he dares to push you back further and a trap door opens behind you. The flimsy wooden door swings on its hinges as he steps in and it loudly slams shut.
You’re in a trick room no bigger than 4 feet across with a small shelf built into the side. He rests you there with your feet dangling off as your heels lock against his waist and pull him in close.
“You little liar,” you growl through your teeth, “A cashier?? You really are a menace, aren’t you?”
“Mmm I’ll be whatever you want me to be, if you still want my help.”
“Oh, I’m indebted to you now? Got it.”
“Hey, your friends ditched you. You should’ve seen the look on their faces. It’s either me getting you out of here or you’ll be alone again.”
“Don’t tell me you’re worried about me?”
“You were hyperventilating.”
“I wasn’t-you don’t-I was just catching my breath.”
Another buzzer tears through the maze sending a bright flash of light over you both, catching each of Levi’s piercings. The bridge between his eyes…a septum hanging over his parted mouth. Two snake bites buried into the plush of his lower lip as his tongue piercing pokes out just underneath his smirk. He reacts to your eyes opening wide as you throw yourself deeper against him, shaking.
“Who’s the liar now?” He pries you back from the safety of his hold as he stands deep in between your spread thighs, pressing against the thin, straining fabric of your panties. They’re stretched so impossibly thin that your lips can barely stay inside the dripping lace, swimming in a floral pattern that casts a spell over Levi.
“Been thinkin’ about you all night. Hoping you’d come in.”
You feign a prissy scoff; face upturned. It’s apart of the game after all.
“Don’t believe me? I couldn’t wait to make you scream.”
“You’ve gotten a good jump out of me at best.”
“I’ll make you scream tonight. Promise.”
At that, he’s running a finger through your folds over your panties that are about as useless as that damn glow stick.
And fuck, you moan long and loud into his ear.
“Close, but not where I want you, sweetheart.”
He hooks his hands underneath your knees sliding you closer to his cock hardening beneath you. Your hands fly back from his neck to the small platform to support yourself. You arch back into him with a guttural sigh that shakes through your teeth.
“Not good enough, baby,” he exhales in disappointment and feathers a kiss against your knee. His hand slides down from your side, over your thighs, lifting your knees over his shoulders and he kisses the leather wrapped around your ankle in a grin.
“I know you can do better than that.”
You feverishly shake your head and his soft touches turn to scratches down your thighs, leaving red marks in their wake.
He slides over those pathetic panties, gripping your hips and pulling down sharply to expose your cunt to the stale air of the cramped room.
Watching in awe of you, Levi nearly faints as a string of your arousal breaks in front of his eyes. He wraps your ruined panties around his wrist for safekeeping.
“Fuuuuuck, you really are a liar. Say you don’t want my help, but how the fuck were you gonna get out of this one?”
You move your hand down to touch yourself and he snatches your wrist again just as you dip in a fingertip.
“You really are a brat, huh? Trying to play it off with all these cute little skirts and shit, but I know what you are. I’ve heard you before. I’ll hear you again,” he sneers with a flick of your hem.
“Isn’t that right?”
You drag his hand up your chest in his grip and put your glistening finger in your mouth, tasting yourself so shamelessly that he has to bite back a groan.
His eyes widen at the sight of you. His black makeup smudged over the hood of his eyes and the bridge of his nose like a blindfold. The whites of his eyes now narrowing as he drinks you in are a stark contrast against the pitch black.
He pulls your hand from your mouth to take it deep in his own, moaning around you.
“Maybe I wouldn’t be such a brat, if you weren’t so damn easy,” you snap.
His eyes pulled shut in ecstasy from your taste fling open with a fire.
“Isn’t that right?” You mock, throwing his own words back at him.
He pulls your hips down so fast and flush to his as your back hits the platform underneath you. A gasp rings out with his name on your lips and it’s music to Levi. He grins as you cave so easily. Your knees draped so cavalier around his shoulders and neck like that damn skirt that got you into this mess in the first place.
“Bold of you to think you’re not the easy one here…When all you can do is pant my fucking name like that.”
You go to slide your skirt off, but again, he’s catching your every movement in his iron grip with reflexes too fast to release from.
“No, no, no, your skirt and boots stay on, sweetheart. But if you’re really that desperate, take your tits out for me,” he chastises with a click of his tongue that curls around his lips. That fucking tongue piercing matching the glint in his silver stare.
Your eyes nearly roll out of your head.
“Whatever will get you to shut that smart mouth of yours.”
“Your loss. You won’t get to see what else it can do.”
Before you can protest, he’s hastily pulling down your shirt, so the elastic collar stretches underneath your breasts, pushing them up your chest in your sheer lace bralette and clinging on for dear life. Your nipples straining through the fabric make a mockery of him and he latches onto one as you keen into his touch.
The smooth metal of his tongue piercing sliding over you and pinching you unexpectedly as he swirls around you and pulls you into his mouth. It has you in his trance. Right where he wants you.
He releases you wet and hungry with his lips parted in a pant of his own as he says your name barely above a whisper.
“Who’s panting my name now?” You spar and he accepts with a bite on your chest. Teeth marks shining against another strobe set off overhead and he smiles against your flared skin as he catches your eye in irreverence.
“Alright, that’s it. You’ve had enough,” you rasp on your exhale, swiftly sliding your panties off his wrist and stuffing them into his protesting mouth. You stretch a strap around the back of his neck and pop the elastic into place against his skin and Levi cries out thick and heavy as his own spit begins to spill over his bottom lip.
“Can’t even fuck me yet and you’re already a damn mess, huh Levi?”
He growls into the gag and nuzzles against your leather clad ankle. Hair hangs in front of his pleading eyes raking down your body as his chest heaves.
“My pretty…messy boy…Levi,” you breathe out as you pull down on his bottom lip with your thumb. His snakebite rapping lightly against his teeth and he just stares through you in awe.
“What are you waiting for, pretty? Fuck me.”
He’s bent over you so fast it steals the air out of your lungs with your legs pressed against your chest nearly pushing your breasts to your chin.
He caresses against your jaw so lovingly through the gag that it nearly breaks your heart to have to muzzle him like this. But fuck, if he doesn’t deserve it. He’ll learn.
He breaks the silence to pop open his buttons and slide his pants down around his thighs that have your favorite tattoos carved into them. Floral patterns that twist over his taut muscle and the solid bone of his knees. If he thought you were up to something with your skirts, then what the hell is he doing with these romantic ass flower petals and vines ghosting over his pale thighs? This man’s a hypocrite. Your hypocrite.
The thought etches a smile onto your face and Levi drags his fingertips all the way down from your laces, your calf, the back of your thighs. He lightly runs a finger through your pussy and how the fuck did you manage to get so wet that you’re dripping now? He nearly whimpers at the slick as you sigh in return.
Running his spare hand up your sternum he lightly envelops your neck in a soft hold. Just to feel, not to grip. He grounds himself there, feeling your heartbeat pulse against his touch in time with the synth of the dark hall. He looks up at you one last time for your mark and as you nod your chin slightly, he pushes into you to the base with a cough and choke against the lace wrapped around his tongue.
You let out a gasp and one of your hands flies up against the wall behind you. Fingers splayed out reaching for something, anything to hold onto while he fucks into you so deep your toes curl in your leather boots still wrapped around his head.
Spine arched you begin to squeeze him inside of you and his eyes threaten to roll back while his lids close in disbelief. He hangs his head heavy against the boots he bought you, releasing a harsh breath out his nose as you wrap him so deep in your pussy.
Your gift to him.
“Move, beautiful,” you praise him and he could die buried in you.
He rolls his hips forward, picking up a steady pace, and you feel the hard lines of his stomach through his shirt, working against your soft open thighs.
But it’s not enough and you want him to flex against your fingertips. You reach as far as you can around yourself to the ridge between his hip and navel. How can he be so plush and powerful at the same damn time? It floors you and you can’t help but fuck him back. Using the wall as leverage you grind down into him in a fever that causes him to throw his head back with a cry. You push him impossibly deep and he finds himself so moved by you as you work.
Your clear skin contrasting against the ink etched up each arm. You’re so sweet. Delicate and fierce. Too good for h-
“You’re so good for me, Levi.”
Oh fuck, here you go. He can’t take it.
“Fucking me like that. Just how I want. Always how I want, don’t you? My pretty boy?”
Fuck. You really do have him wrapped around your finger. He couldn’t care less, if it’s you and only you.
You reach up from his contracting muscles on his sides and thumb his cheek right under his eye, smearing some of his makeup. He leans into your touch with a strangled sound against your wet panties.
“There something you wanna tell me, baby?” You ask so innocently and Levi is seconds away from falling to pieces as you cup his jaw.
He nods against your ankle with his eyes squeezed shut in concentration, heaving through the gag.
“Why don’t you show me instead, pretty? Think you can do that?”
His brow furrows, pinched up and spellbound as he takes both hands and wraps them around your ankles. He pushes them further into the pounding pulse of his neck.
“I’ve got you, baby. Let me take care of you,” and you squeeze his throat at his silent request with the eyelets of your laced boots leaving purple marks trailing up the sides of his neck.
Levi’s vision blurs. Black spots fizzle against his eyelids and he chokes out a sob never breaking away from your heated gaze.
The way you look at him now…so openly adoring him as he falls apart in your grip…God, he loves you. He’d tell you right now, if you’d just let him.
He’ll let his body speak for now as tears gather in his lash line, threatening to spill over. You gently nudge the back of his head with the toe of your boot and the tears begin to flow over, dripping down past your knees. They slide further down your trembling thighs, kissing your cunt below.
They cut and carve perfect lines through his eye makeup, black grime streaming down his full, flushed cheeks and you could cum from the sight of him just as he is now.
“Are those for me, beautiful?”
Your thumb on his cheek gathers them there and hurries down to your parted mouth. The sweet brine of him pushing you closer.
“You taste so good, Levi…Fuck, I’ll never get over it,” you slur around your fingers with a smile.
The things you say sometimes, fuck, he’s never heard them before in his entire life. Makes his chest swell and his heart beat in stuttered skips. Fuck, he’ll be good for you. So good. Whatever you want.
He begins to muffle through the gag, incoherently saying something out of hurried desperation.
“You’re being so good for me, baby. Tell me. Here-“
You pull the strap from around his neck and the destroyed lace from his mouth, and he’s barely stringing together a sentence with his eyes half lidded, panting. Fucked dumb by the lack of air in his lungs. Ruined.
He’s helplessly drooling as he fights himself.
“Mmfucking p-promised. Mm—haah—mfuckin promisssed I’d-that I’d m-make you scream,” and he fucking smiles against your shaking hand as he moves to flip you over on your front, chest heaving against the platform as your ankles dangle around his waist in his grip. He leaves a matching set of marks from his nails on your thighs like the ones you left now adorning his neck in lilac blooms.
Your ass spread wide and thumping off his hips at a breakneck pace.
“God, your fucking ass.”
He slaps your cheek sending vibrations straight to your pussy.
That fucking white skirt fluttering with every thrust into your skin.
You couldn’t hide your euphoria even if you tried and he knows it. He has you now.
Your voice climbs in rapture as he slams into you, causing that spot inside to swell thickly against his relentless cock. Through deep pulls of breath and cries hissing through your teeth. He knows you’re close.
And he has to hold you now through this or he’ll never forgive himself.
He drapes over your back, planting open-mouthed kisses up your spine and to your nape where you offer him your throat so freely he sees stars.
Laying each of his fingers one-by-one until your throat is encased and head pushed backward to meet his.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” he whispers into your ear as his teeth drag over your earlobe.
He tilts your head up, so you’re inches away lost in him as your jaw hangs open.
“I’m-“
“I know baby, let me hear you. It’s your turn to tell me.”
You turn to meet his eyes and he gazes into you so deeply he might just steal your soul then and there.
Levi laces his fingers over your hands clawing at the surface below. He’s determined to send you flying over the edge at his mercy as he fucks into you without abandon.
The fog of his unbridled intimacy rolls across your vision and you clench down around him as you plead, “Pleaseeeeahhh-just-j-just kiss m-me, please, fuck, Levi, fuuckkk me…keep fucking me—hah!”
He seals your begging with a kiss and you scream into his open mouth while he fucks into you with a force that you can’t keep up with.
Nipples raking against the surface of the platform, rattling the walls of the makeshift maze. You cum so hard your contractions clamp down around him as your knees squeeze around his waist possessively. You’re thrashing in his hold as you fill his mouth with a wail that etches into his memory. His prize.
He can’t do this, watching you constricted in his hold, the fucked out look in your eyes-
“Let me cum. P-please let me. I’m gonna—fuck—help me, baby please!”
“Now. And don’t make me wait.”
He presses his forehead so deeply into your neck and bites against your nape, smearing his tears against you.
He cums so forcefully that he pushes you up the platform as his muscles tense and tighten in pulsing waves around you.
His face still buried in your neck as the heat of his mouth dampens your hairline from a groan deep within his chest.
He begins to twitch and flinch at every movement you make, coming down from chasing your shared high.
You reach up to pet him there and he melts, nuzzling into you. The cold steel of his piercings meeting your flushed skin still hot to the touch.
The affection causes him to twitch inside you and a small gasp leaves your lips.
As he pulls out a sigh escapes him like he never wanted to leave.
He can’t bring himself to let go of you.
Running his hands along your back, your hips…
He’s so sweet in the afterglow. Tame.
Your shared breathing begins to slow and you wish you could just stay like this.
“Stay with me tonight,” he whispers with a kiss to your temple. Is he a damn mind reader too?
“After I get off. Stay with me. I’ll come get you.”
“My Levi, the softie, hm?”
“For you, always,” he breathes through a grin.
“Levi…”
“Hm?”
“How the fuck am I gonna get out of this place?”
A low chuckle fans over your hair and you can’t help but feed off of his energy, laughing at the sobering clarity of the position you’ve found yourselves in. He pulls you up so gently in his arms.
He can’t bring himself to rush anything with you, embracing you against him for just a moment more.
“I’ll show you this time…like I wanted to. Maybe I’ll get another scream out of you too,” he smirks at you before opening the trap door into the darkness.
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Redacted Masterlist
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Baabe: seductively takes off glasses Wow, you're… blurry.
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Angel: If I see a bug, I simply leave the room elegantly and require someone else do something about it.
Angel: If no one fulfills my wish, I simply never go back in there.
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David: If karma doesn't hit you, I fucking will.
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Baabe: Quitting! It's like trying, but easier.
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Angel: My favorite outdoor activity is going back inside.
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Asher: Hello, McDonald's, I would like to purchase 130 chicken nuggets. Prepare yourselves.
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Sweetheart: To everyone who has treated me poorly; I am sexier than you.
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Angel: If we were in prison you guys would be like my bitches.
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Angel, on the phone: So no head?
Angel: Throws phone and breaks skateboard
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at the supermarket
Angel: All right, the last item on the list is "virgin oil."
Angel:
Angel: Wow. Imagine being an item and still being called a virgin.
David: Please stop
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David: Plants are basically the ideal friends. They are quiet, friendly, and easy to please. All they need is a little water and fresh earth, and they are perfectly happy to lie there all day in the sun. And they don’t make increasingly awful life choices, or hide their relationships. They have never, as far as I know, fucked a bee.
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Sweetheart: Life keeps fucking me and I can't remember the safeword.
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David: The next time I open up to someone, it'll be my autopsy.
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Baabe, looking at a dead phone: How do we bring this thing back to life? Magic? Live sacrifice? I know a guy in town-
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Asher is ordering a cake over the phone
Shop Employee: …and what would you like your cake to say?
Asher, covering the phone to look at the others: Do we want a talking cake?
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Sweetheart: I am literally evil incarnate.
Sweetheart: I’m not actually, I just enjoy being evil.
Sweetheart: Which I think actually makes it even more evil because I’m making a conscious effort.
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Milo: In case you haven’t noticed, I’m weird. I’m a weirdo. I don’t “fit in” and I don’t WANT to fit in. Have you ever seen me without this stupid hat on? That’s weird.
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David: The path to inner peace begins with four words… not my fucking problem.
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Angel: The waiter at Olive Garden has been grating my cheese for 6 hours now, waiting for me to say when. Customers are screaming. Three people have died.
Angel: I will not yield.
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Sweetheart: I don’t need to touch grass, I need the fall of capitalism.
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David: What doesn't kill me better start running, because now I'm fucking pissed.
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Baabe: I'm yet to properly begin my history notes BUT!!!! I got 100 Baabe-percent on a quiz about european countries so who's the REAL winner here.
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Darlin: I’m the sexiest bitch in this therapy waiting room.
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Milo: trying to buy a Father's Day card at Hallmark
Milo: Excuse me, do you have any that just say "You are my dad?"
Associate: Well, I-
Milo: How about "You banged my mom?"
Associate: No…
Milo: You know what, I'll just get a blank one.
Milo: writes You are a father. This is a day. Here is a card.
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Darlin: It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly. It just sort of happens. You've got to admit though, fire is fascinating.
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Baabe: My dad has a spiked collar.
Baabe: *dog
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Asher: I know what a prism is! It's where you put bad people.
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Angel: Two bros!
Angel: Chillin' in a hot tub!
Angel: Zero feet apart 'cause we're GAY AS FUCK!
#redacted asmr#redacted audio#redactedverse#redacted incorrect quotes#redacted shaw pack#redacted darlin#redacted david#redacted angel#redacted sam#redacted asher#redacted baabe#redacted milo#redacted sweetheart
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Hello! May i request a reader who is an aerial silkest? (A person who does aerial silk routines..dont know if thats the term)  and Like buggy is dating them and kinda gets hot under the collar watching their routines cuz its so graceful and pretty but also dangerous? Maybe a bit of him getting mad at cabaji for looking at the reader for a bit to long? (Either looking lustfully or not up to you) could be smutty, its ok if not though!
Take your time, drink water, take care of yourself to the best of your ability <3
Best wishes!
Hello! Thank you so much for the request hopefully you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Pairing: LA Buggy x Aerialist Reader
WARNING: a little mention of NSFW
Buggy's Pov
Somedays I swear I hired complete idiots. It was almost a week before we performed in front of a live audience but for some reason, my freaks were acting like we hadn't done any rehearsals. I had to shout at so many of them for just standing about and not doing anything. And then the others were just fucking up forgetting the middle of their acts and I am not having these idiots make me look bad. I have made myself very clear that if on the big day, someone fucks up and makes me look like an idiot I will murder them. In my eyes, everyone is replaceable well everyone except for one person.
Before I could even turn around to see where she was I heard everyone let out a gasp. And there she was my Y/n doing her aerialist routine. She was amazing almost every time she performed she made everyone look up at her with amazement especially me. I just couldn't help it the way she looked so graceful like a bird up there but she didn't just do graceful she could also do dangerous. My girl could do anything and wasn't scared of anything she was the reason that I knew even if these other twats ruined everything on opening night Y/n would go out and make everything better just like she always did.
She must have felt me staring because she looked right down at me and winked. When she does that routine it always makes me red in the face the way her body moves and those stupid but sexy revealing costumes she always wears she knew what she was doing to me and I knew she liked seeing me blush like an idiot because of her. Quickly pulling myself out of my little trance I looked over and saw Cabaji staring at Y/n and practically drooling. I unattached my hand and hit him right in the back of the head he looked behind him saw my hand and looked right at me looking scared as he should be.
" I would like to remind you Cabaji that Y/n is my girl so you shouldn't be staring at your captain's girlfriend like she is a piece of meat that you can sink your teeth in because believe me Cabaji I don't think she would leave me for you let's just say I don't think you would be able to please a girl like Y/n like I can so kindly fuck off before I have to do something nasty that I'm sure you wouldn't like". Cabaji's face turned red and he tried to stutter out an apology but I just pushed right past him noticing y/n walking towards us. I put my arm around her and kissed her cheek making sure that Cabaji definitely saw "You looked amazing today babe honestly you get better every time I see you perform". Y/n just giggled "Oh shush you you're just trying to get me to blush".
As we walked past I gave Cabaji a look and Y/n noticed it. "What was that about did Cabaji do something?" I shook my head leaned in and put my head on her shoulder looking up at her "Oh it's nothing doll hey how about we continue this conversation in the bedroom you know how I get after your routines". Y/n again just giggled and started walking towards our bedroom and for the last time, I turned around looked at Cabaji, and gave him the biggest grin I could. "Sorry if you hear any noise from our room but what can I say I know how to please her unlike other guys that's why she's my girl".
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Sarita and Oscar
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When Sarita doesn't venture out of her room for a while after arriving, Oscar goes to check on her.
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CW: BBU, pet whump, lady whump, mentions of rape, past betrayal, fear of betrayal, past bad caretaker, mention of death
Someone knocks on Sarita's door.
"Come in," she snaps, scrambling out of her blanket cocoon and shoving her notebook and pencil under her mattress. She's not showing vulnerability to anyone.
She quite likes this room, much as she hates to admit it (it'll hurt all the more when it's ripped away). She has clothes and toiletries and a full rucksack. She hasn't looked in that properly yet but there's a simple phone with Alix and Maria's numbers on speed dial, and a note stuck to the top of the bag that reads in wonky letters, In case you decide to run.
She wishes they'd just betray her now.
A man she hasn't seen before comes inside. He has light brown skin and heart-shaped glasses, a light flannel falling off one shoulder. He walks with an awkward ease that's similar to Alix's.
"I'm Oscar, fae/faer. You're Sarita, right?" She nods. "Want me to leave the door open or..."
"You can shut it." Fae does so, and stays standing awkwardly. Well, fae can keep doing that if fae wants. "What the fuck do you want?"
"To see how you're doing. No-one's seen you since Alix showed you your room. I wanted to make sure you're okay, that you're in here because you want to be, not because think you have to."
Sarita shrugs. "Nobody wants me around, so I fucked off. I'm fine in here."
"I mean. If you're sure about it."
"I stabbed Alix."
"Nobody's perfect."
"Nobody likes me, fuck off with your bullshit."
Oscar sighs and leans back against the wall. "Has anyone told you how I joined pet lib?"
Probably some inspirational bullshit. Sarita snorts.
"Course not. I haven't spoken to anyone, remember?"
"True. Alix wouldn't share it." Fae shoves faer hands in fae's pockets, looking unaccountably apprehensive. What does fae have to be apprehensive about?
"I worked in a company that made pet accessories. Collars, beds, leashes, things like that. I don't think we made accessories designed to punish but... I turned a blind eye to a lot of things. Avoided the rest. So I don't actually know. I didn't want to listen to my instincts. It was a job, I needed the money and it paid well, and everyone needs work, right? It didn't mean my colleagues actively supported the pet industry. I didn't listen to their views. And then... then, we had a Bring Your Pet To Work Day." Fae pauses and swallows. Sarita balls her fists. No wonder no-one fucking mentioned it. "I had a friend, when I was a child. I knew him intimately. In every sense of the word. I knew him happy, sad, drunk as a skunk. I knew his eyes. And now... now I know what he looks like with cosmetic surgery and a designer collar." Fae's trembling now. "If I'd just... if I hadn't turned so much of a blind eye, if I'd taken a look in the pet daycare just once, if I'd just listened to his owner, then I don't know. Maybe I could've done something before he was brought in and my colleague boasted about how good he was, how much he... never mind. Just... it wasn't just that colleague who had a go." Fae sighs shakily. "I ran. Gave him my phone number in case of emergencies and resigned. He's never called. That's when I joined pet lib. Adalia still doesn't trust me, but some of the others do."
"Oh, fuck off," says Sarita half-heartedly. Not as pure inspirational bullshit as she thought then. "I stabbed Alix. It's not the same. Why the fuck would you tell me that?"
"Because you're still blaming yourself for stabbing Alix, even though you were panicking and betrayed at the time. And y'know. Some of us are worse. It doesn't mean you have to hide away. I want to make sure you're not doing it because Christians Against Pets guilted you and made you do it."
"Maybe I just don't want to know them. Other people who were treated like me but not quite. You have your only friend die in your arms and see how much you want to make more."
She didn't mean to say that. She's not sure why she did. She is insulted by the insinuation she'd actually listen to the fuckers who betrayed her though.
Oscar looks sad. "I'm sorry. You don't have to come down when we're around, anyway. I just thought I'd remind you it's an option. Your test came back clean, by the way. Also, we're doing a clothing order, and I want to know if there's anything you want."
"Get whatever the fuck you want, I don't care." There's a lump in Sarita's throat, and then she adds quietly, for no reason that she can decipher, "Hair ribbons. Red ones if they have them. Please."
It might come with a price. She doesn't care. She's never wanted much, but these she does. Her hair... doesn't feel right without them. Even though the person who gave her the original ones hurt and betrayed her she still doesn't feel right.
These will be a different colour. So they're not the original ones, and she's fine.
Besides, these ones will be hers. No-one else's. And at the very least they'll be from someone who hasn't assaulted or betrayed her.
Not yet, anyway.
"I'll see what we can do."
"Thank you."
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puppy!! i think i may have already dropped an ask in your little ask box not too long ago?? but oh my fucking god puppy!!! i feel like i’m in heat I’m so fucking hot and hard and wet and HORNY!! ♡♡♡ fuck I’m so desperate puppy, i’m wearing lace stockings and matching panties that are pulled to the side, they’re sooooooo fucking wet puppy!! i think i stained them ahhh!!! but i have one of my chew toys between my thighs and i’ve been rubbing my puppycunt allllll over it!! it’s so fucking wet, puppy, I’ve been edging myself with it ♡♡ i tugged the toy out from between my thighs so i could sometimes lick it clean and play with it while my orgasm fades away and then i put it right back between my thighs and start humping like a bitch in heat ♡♡♡
god puppy, i’m so fucking hooooorny!!! i wish you could find me like this puppy, i think the sight of you would be too much and i think I’d drop down and present myself for you puppy~!! begging you to touch me and breed me and fuck me and lick me and make me yours!!!!! ♡♡♡♡♡ my inner thighs are so slick puppy i wish you could lick my mess up for me~ wanna go fetch my biggest fattest fucking cock for you to play with dropping down and nuzzling my way in between your thighs like a naughty little pup ♡ wanna lick and bite you and shake my little tail!! whine and whimper for you to fuck my hungry little puppyholes, whichever ones you want, baby, i’m so fucking cockdrunk right now i don’t care!!! pleasepleaseplease please just fucking knot me and cum all over me and make me yours puppy I wanna fucking squirt from how hard you’re jumping into me ahhh!!
i’m so fucking desperate but i was a good doggy this time, pup!! i haven’t touched myself once!! I’ve just been humping and rubbing my puppycock over everything~ ♡♡ please puppy fuck please!! can i be a good puppy and touch myself for you? make me so fucking good like reading our playdates do?? i’m so hot, puppy, i just wanna get fucked in my little doggy bed and get filled with someone’s puppies!!! wanna bounce myself over your puppybits too, make you feel so so so fucking good for taking such good care of me!! suck your cock and tongue fuck your holes before rubbing my throbbing cock against yours until we cum all over each other please please???
i’m so fucking hot puppy, ahhh!! i think i’m gonna rub myself over my collars next ♡♡
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aaaaaAAAAHHHHHHHH HELLO AGAAIN!!
Eheheheh... hello hellooo~ I was thinking about yooou toniight puppyyyy~ i looved our playtime so much and awaited the day I got to see you agaaaain ♡ Godd you're so fucking desperate and cute~ like. pathetically in heat and its so endearring puppy! Begging and talking about how you're humping your dog toys and liicking them clean~ I love it!! You're sooo good puppy ♡♡
Nooww I'm wondering what kind of toy that iis.. can you fuck it, puppy~? Aahhhh I'm so curious by thaat.. if its like a squeaky bone, could you imaaagine it going in~? Yknow I love squeaky toys puppy. So leaning over you, nipping and biting at your neck so I can hear you crying out for me to fuck you and whimperring as I grind that toy into your soaking wet puppycunt~ aahh I wanna make it fiiiit so bad tooo..
But thats okay! Because I can grind it into you, then lift it up to your mouth. You know when to hold a toy? Keep it in your mouth like a block gag, lick up your slick from it~ Your puppycunt's spared because I want to bury my ooown cock in you puppyy ♡♡ I want to be the reason you're so so wet and drippy and needy and such a wet messs all over us!
Aahh I'll bury my cock in you and fuck you so gooooood until you're twitching and cumming over all uus~ thennn I'll lay back and let you clean me uup puppy~ so you can come lick and bite and shove your tongue in me and treat me so so niice for mounting you so gooood!! Is that good? Is that good puppy~?
Can you rub that toy into your puppy cunt until its soaked, and then put it in your mouth~ bite on it puppy, and touch yourself. Touch yourself as you think about me mounting you on your doggy bed and licking your lips around that toy~ ♡ have fuunnn pupppy~ aaahh uou've made me so haard and wet in return toooo just by how needy you are goddd ndmemmdkee
Youre so cuuuuteee ♡♡♡♡♡ please fuck yourself sillyy~
#puPPYYYY ILY you make me so heated every single time omfg ♡♡♡♡♡#literalllyyyyyy griimding on my own dog toys right now thinking of yooou~ eheh#i bet you taste sooo sweet!#》 puppy barks (answer)#》 🌸#t4t puppy#ftm puppy#pet/boy#ftm pet#t4t pet#ftm sub#t4t nsft#pet/play#ftmpet
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