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useramor · 3 months
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maybe it's just me but when a kid calls your name a million times just to say "WATCH THIS" and then jumps and falls like.....that's the greatest thing ever like the whole entire world is so new to you and even the little things feel like the greatest accomplishments and you want to share it with ME? you find something that makes your little kid brain go "WOW!!!! NEAT!!!!" and the first thing you do is turn around and call my name............i will love you forever
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uselessnbee · 1 year
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ok but consider: Holly knew Will pretty much her whole life, he visits the Wheelers so often that he sometimes ends up helping Mike babysit her. and well little Holly loves him of course! he's always so kind and gentle and she loves and admires his art and so he always helps her to get better and he always compliments no matter what she draws and she just loves him so much!
so much that little Holly starts talking about how she's gonna marry him when she grows up.
and Mike ..well he's Mike ...so of course he's jealous. he knows it's stupid but also hey if Will is going to marry any Wheeler it's going to be him you little shit-
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nmsxi · 3 months
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Hddh
#well as an adult i should grow up and stop complaining abt this but here i am#im gonna spend new years with my ‘group of friends’ but the thing is#i fucking hate them all#but i cant cancel now bc….i contributed to organising and i literally was the one who came up with the idea#i hate them because they’re…..i mean we’re just not compatible yk. theres a guy who was my best friend and suddenly hes only hanging with#the girl he said he used to hate#he also always goes out with other ppl but over the last 2 years whenever i asked him to hang out#hed refuse#and when id tell him abt it like ‘hey youre being a douche to me’ hed turn it into a fight as if im not allowed to have feelings and be ups#as it he’s perfect and it’s unbelievable that he could have messed up#anyway for the other ppl in the group its more difficult#we got narcissistic girl that thinks i have a crush on her just bc shes a girl and im a lesbian😐 kys.#then we got a girl i absolutely adore bc shes an angel but im her least fav person in this group#bc when i can tell shes upset and i ask her whats up she doesnt tell me (ive known her since we were both 7 just so yk)#but she goes to tell the other girl ONLY. (the narcissistic one)#im like ok maybe she doesnt wanna share with me completely cool but also….i feel left out#we used to be a group of four but now it turned into two duos and im not part of any. Its narcissistic girl+the guy and angel girl+narcigir#SO YEAH❤️ maybe im in the wrong somehow maybe im just an asshole but they make me feel horrible it feels like only i consider them my frien#like i have to drag them with me everywhere but they dont give a fuck whether i come or not#i checked this once with a little ‘experiment’…..#we were at a museum and theres were 194626 directions where we could go. id always have to tell them ‘omg come with me to x then y’ blabla#but then i stopped#i stopped inviting them to see random things in the museum#and i looked behind and i was alone
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monty-glasses-roxy · 5 months
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Pftt wait
Cassie looks up to Roxy, says she wants to be just like her when she's older, loves her to death and none of this changes after Ruin and the Ruin Aftermath AU. Roxy of course, adores her. She's her favourite Plex-goer.
Then the Meteor changes Roxy and none of that changes... But it also does at the same time. Roxy is still looked up to but it's in a completely different way to before. Cassie is now also on the recieving end of being looked up to cause really who else is Roxy going to start modelling her behaviour on? She doesn't know anyone else outside of the Plex this well, so she's trying to be the best role model ever for Cassie but is also looking to Cassie to be her role model. They're a fucking loop
Cassie still looks up to and adores Roxy... But also excuse her but she asked for no fucking pickles.
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rosicheeks · 6 months
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2, 29, and 53 for the asks :))))
2. what would you name your future kids?
Haven’t thought about this in AGES tbh not sure anymore
29. favourite film(s)
Anastasia , Encanto , Treasure Planet
53. 5 things that make me happy
1. Music 🎶
2. Spending time with loved ones ❤️
3. Apple scented candles
4. Homemade cookies
5. Fuzzy blankies
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hydrcloggd-a · 6 months
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went through like my drafts and saw a bunch of aus i had written up and noticed that like in every last one of them this little fucking fennec was alone. the danger unstable duo wasn't included in his little adventures. its just him.
and it got me thinking ,,, what happened to this kit's s.urge?? and when i stopped to think about it- im not even gonna lie i sat on this idea for a long while yesterday. and then i got reminded of the events that took place in issue #53... JUST MINUTES BEFORE rude girl's™️ grand entrance. whenever hero told lil cyan about how she didn't make it... and broke down... well i thought, what if that actually happened?
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lokilickedme · 1 year
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Why yes your honor, that is my original monster slayer character based on a mashup of Tom Hiddleston and Hozier’s faces naming his child after an infamous 1800′s feminist burlesque dancer and rumored spy who flashed her boobs at the King of Bavaria to prove they were real, why do you ask?
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just-jammin · 1 year
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christmas party w/ relatives just finished
it was v poggers :3
also here’s something i took a photo of in said party
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starbuck · 1 year
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i seriously do need to figure out how to be less angry and passive-aggressive, that’s gonna wreak havoc on my future relationships if i don’t nip that in the bud now.
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keepitdreamin · 2 months
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dnd was productive tonight, added another guy to the future polycule lmao
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milo-is-rambling · 9 months
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Holy shit I’m gonna be 20 soon. MILLIES GONNA BE 20. OH MY GOD.
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freedomfireflies · 13 days
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Teenage Dirtbag*
Summary: The one where Harry's popular, cool, and everything you aren't. And maybe you want to keep him your dirty, little secret.
Word Count: 5.5k
Content Warning: 18+, smut, gag, exhibitionism if you squint, fratrry, not suitable for Ramadan!
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“Okay, next question. What is the Albedo Effect?”
“27.”
“Harry, come on.”
“What?”
“I need an answer.”
“That is an answer. Maybe not to this question, but it’s an answer to some question.”
Your expression falls flat as you toss a piece of popcorn at him. “H, seriously.”
“What?”
“We’re supposed to be studying.”
“We are.”
“No, actually studying.” You toss another piece at him, which he catches in his mouth. “Harry—"
“The Albedo Effect is the reflectivity of the Earth’s surface,” he finally says before grinning smugly. “There. Happy?” 
“Mm.”
“Since I got it right, do I win a kiss?”
“No. You win another question,” you say before switching to the next notecard. “Okay, what is the average temperature of the Earth’s surface?”
“27.”
“Harry.”
He laughs before he’s reaching across the bed to grab the stack of notebooks, cards, and books all over your lap. Effortlessly discarding of them while leaning toward you to ghost his lips over yours. “59 degrees Fahrenheit.”
Your lashes flutter. You want to argue. Want to fight him and demand your things back. But it’s hard when he’s this close. “Um…right.”
He smiles, mouth dangerously tempting as it dances along the curve of your jaw. “Give me another.”
“I…” You swallow. “I can’t. You stole my cards.”
“Oh, did I? Oops.”
“You’re mean.”
“Yeah. But you like me.”
“Not right now.”
“Yes now. Always.”
You huff. “I’m not…I’m not kissing you until we finish studying—”
“Well, I’m not studying until you kiss me.”
“Harry—”
“What, angel?”
You fist his shirt. You mean to push him away and yet somehow, he ends up even closer. “I didn’t invite you over for this.”
“I know.” He smirks again. “This is just a bonus.”
“We agreed to study.”
“We are.”
“Jessica’s gonna be back soon—”
“So?”
“So, you know you can’t be here when she gets here,” you remind him, finally finding the strength to shove him back. “Come on, a few more questions and then we can take a break.”
“You said that a few questions ago,” he argues.
You grab the cards. “Oops.”
Fifteen minutes go by before you finally reach the end of your notes, earning a loud sigh from your study buddy as he flops onto his back in defeat. 
“That was awful,” he declares. His head rolls until his eyes find yours. A soft green beneath those long lashes. “You take way too many notes.”
“I like to be prepared,” you pout as you stand and put them back on your desk. “You don’t take nearly enough.”
“Because I have you.”
“Yeah, well…that’s cheating.”
“It’s not cheating if I’m helping you use them.”
You turn around and place your hands on your hips. “You’re annoying, you know that?”
“Yeah.” He sits up and reaches for you. Easily tugging you between his legs as you try—futilely—not to fall for that gorgeous grin. “And yet you keep me around.”
“Mm…for now.”
“For now, huh?” His large hands slip beneath the hem of your shirt and you do nothing to stop him. “You just use me for my cock, is that it? Cause I’m a good fuck?”
Your skin grows warm as you look away. “Stop it, don’t say it like that.”
“What? M’I embarrassing you, pretty girl?” he whispers. He squeezes your sides, palms soft against your stomach. “Which part did it? Cock or fuck?”
You close your eyes and groan. “Harry—”
“What? They’re just words, baby.”
“Yeah, but they’re dirty words.”
He’s grinning again. Arrogant and far too smug. “I’ve seen this pretty mouth do far dirtier things—”
You bury your face in your hands to hide. “Please don’t remind me—”
“Why not? Hm? You don’t wanna remember the way you took me down your throat like a good girl?” He lifts your shirt and presses a gentle kiss just below your belly button. “Or what about the way you scratched your nails down my back as you came? Crying my name until your voice went raw?”
“Harry…”
“What about when I fingered you under the table?” he murmurs, then moves his kisses up your torso. One after the other. Slow. “And you had to bite your cute, little lip to keep from moaning?”
You start to squirm. “H…H, please—”
“What about the time I bent you over that desk—” He nods his chin toward the table in the corner of your dorm room. “—and made you cum so hard, you squirted.”
You make another noise and melt into his touch. They’re good memories, you know that. But they do unspeakable things to your anxiety. Just the thought of what someone might say…the idea of what the two of you have done. You weren’t raised to think or feel so freely and Harry is a master at making you nervous.
You’ve done more with him than you ever have anyone else. More than you imagined you’d ever do. And even if you wouldn’t trade it for the world, you can’t say you really welcome the reminder.
His kisses reach your chest. Naked and bare and begging to be touched. “You can be dirty, too, pretty girl.” 
Your hand finds his hair. Fingers sweeping through his soft curls that are normally restrained by some sort of beanie or bandana. “H…”
He hums. He knows he’s embarrassing you. But you suppose that’s why he does it. 
The small room falls silent, save for the gentle sounds of his kisses as they move toward your breast. His tongue is dangerously close and you know if he gets his way, you’ll never get anything else done.
However, just before those pretty pink lips can make contact, you hear the sound of your roommate’s voice down the hall. Loud enough to startle you and pull you out from between his legs.
Quickly, you’re tugging your shirt back down and grabbing his hand to lead him to the window. Nearly shoving him out onto the fire escape before he’s even had a chance to catch his breath.
“Go,” you whisper as you toss his flannel at him. “Hurry.”
“You know, as much as I like being your dirty little secret, you know she’s gonna find out eventually,” he says while dipping beneath the window frame until he’s completely out of the room.
“I know. But today is not that day.”
Once you’re sure she won’t see him, you get ready to close the curtains. But you’re stopped by his large hand slipping around the back of your neck as he yanks your mouths together. Finally getting the kiss he so desperately wanted.
“You’re still coming to the party this Friday, yeah?” he murmurs against your lips.
You kiss him back just once before you’re shoving at him again. “We’ll see,” you call.
He winks.
With that, the window slams shut, and he disappears into the darkness. Right as Jessica slips inside the room and begins to tell you about her incredibly long day.
And every trace of Harry has gone.
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“Ten minutes. Just ten minutes. And if we hate it, we can leave.”
“All right, fine,” you agree, begrudgingly following your friend into the large, familiar house that sits a few miles outside of campus. “Ten. But if I get a single drink spilled on me…I’m out.”
“Deal.”
You laugh as Jess throws her arm around your shoulders to lead you inside, shoving past the group of college students already gathering in the living room.
Every inch of the house is packed full of people. The music is loud, the smell of weed is strong, and a lively game of cup pong is being had down the hall. Truth be told, this scene always tends to catch you off guard. No, this isn’t your first party. But you were raised in a world and in a home where drugs and alcohol were never present. 
You don’t mind being around them or watching people participate, but the concept is still rather foreign to you. Even if Harry’s presence in your life is beginning to change that.
Speaking of, you can’t help but search for him as Jessica drags you from room to room. You imagine he’s around somewhere. After all, this is his frat house, and you’ve never known him to miss a party.
But with the football game happening tomorrow night, you wonder if he’ll be out practicing or if he’ll be here with his teammates, pre-gaming.
You catch a glimpse of his red, backwards baseball cap as you’re leaving the kitchen. He’s across the house, clad in a black, graphic t-shirt and skinny jeans, leaning against the wall as he talks to one of his friends.
He’s nodding along to something they’re saying, taking slow sips of whatever’s in his solo cup while lazily looking around.
And that’s when he finds you.
Even with all these people, you feel like the only two in the room. And you catch the way he smiles. A soft, secret smirk meant just for you. And a gleam in his eye as he takes another sip and returns to his conversation.
He’s glad you’re here and honestly, you think you are, too.
“Oh, Zack, there you are!” Jessica suddenly exclaims before she’s yanking you toward one of the guys on Harry’s team. “Zack, this is the friend I was telling you about.”
A bit confused, you and Zack exchange a nod as your roommate begins the excited introductions.
“This is the guy I wanted to set you up with,” she whispers under her breath before straightening up. “So, uh, Zack! You’re single, right?”
Even more surprised, Zack blinks as his attention drifts to you. He hesitates, and for just a moment, you wonder if he recognizes you.
This isn’t the first time you’ve been in this house. And it’s not the first time you’ve met Zack. However, you and Harry have been rather diligent about keeping your visits a secret, even from the other boys that live here.
Still, Zack almost caught you once when you were forced to hide in the shower as he brushed his teeth. And even though he didn’t seem to notice, Harry mentioned that he did see the earrings you accidentally left behind. The same earrings he proceeded to tease Harry about for the next week.
And the same earrings you’re wearing now.
But, if he’s begun to put two and two together, he doesn’t mention it. Instead, he shakes his head. “Nah, not really. I’m kind of seeing Annie. I guess.”
You smirk. “You guess?”
“I mean, we’re fucking,” he argues. “But, like…I wouldn’t say we’re together. But she would. I don’t know. But she’d be fucking pissed if I went out with someone else.”
To your surprise, Zack seems to be covering for you. Because you happen to know Annie is actually seeing Derek. She and Zack never got past the drunk-fuck phase, but it seems Jessica doesn’t realize the lie being told. That, or she’s lost interest.
“Oh, boo,” she pouts before turning to you. “Well, I tried. Sorry, babe.”
You laugh. “More than all right. I’m…I’m gonna go use the bathroom and maybe look for some water. I’ll meet you here in a bit?”
“Yes! Text me! Or call me. Or…just yell my name really loud,” she says, already slipping into the next room. “Whenever you wanna go, we will, okay? Seriously.”
“Got it,” you call. And with that, the two of you split. Leaving you to look for the only man you really care to see.
He’s no longer talking to his friend and doesn’t seem to be in the lower part of the house. So, you make your way to the next floor. Shoving past couples making out on the staircase and groups doing blow in the bathroom.
He might be in his room, although that’s perhaps a little too obvious. You still aren’t ready for people to know that the two of you are…well, whatever you two are. And you can’t imagine he is, either. Not considering his reputation and the other girls he’s been with before. 
Compared to them, you’re just…you.
Swallowing your own disappointment, you continue down the hall in search of him when a large hand suddenly wraps around your upper arm and yanks you into a bedroom.
You aren’t surprised that it’s him. You aren’t even surprised that he’s brought you back to his room. You are, however, rather confused by the giddy grin on his face.
“You came,” he whispers before he’s shoving you against the closed door and kissing you hard. “Been waiting all fucking night to see you.”
You’re breathless. You always are when you’re with him, but this…now. His kiss, his touch, his voice. The sultry way he speaks that goes straight to the place between your thighs.
“Missed you,” he says. He sucks on the spot below your ear. “God, I really fucking missed you, angel. You have no idea.”
“You saw me this morning,” you remind him. “And for lunch in your car.”
“S’too long,” he argues. “You don’t know what you do to me, baby.”
You grin. Even if you know he’s merely being cute, you can’t help but believe him. “Yeah, okay.”
“I mean it. Besides, you think I wanna watch Zack fucking hit on you all goddamn night?”
You lean back. “You saw?”
“Course I fucking saw. Could hear that shit-eating grin from outside,” he huffs before he’s kissing you again, as if to prove a point. Either to you or to himself. “But he wouldn’t if you’d just let me take you on a proper date.”
“H…”
“Yeah, I know.” His kisses get softer. “I know, I’m sorry.”
“No, I…I get it,” you sigh against his cheek. “I just…it’s hard—”
He takes your face between his hands and makes you look at him. “I know, angel. M’not pushing, I promise. I’ll do whatever you want me to.” 
You squeeze his wrists and smile. You sometimes find yourself surprised by how willing he is to be seen with you. You aren’t sure why, but you always assumed he’d be ashamed. That he’d be the one to want to hide. To lock you away and keep your rendezvous a secret. 
And maybe you like it this way because you’re afraid. Because you’re worried that once he sees how odd the two of you look together, he won’t want you anymore. That the relentless teasing and comparisons will drive him to end things.
And you’ll be devastated.
Perhaps sensing where your mind has gone, Harry resumes his work on your throat, efficiently distracting you. You happily relinquish your overthinking to him and his intentions, and it feels good. You used to be scared of being touched, of being loved. But it’s becoming easier with him. A routine you wouldn’t trade for the world.
He begins to pull you toward his bed. It’s made for once, which you have to admit impresses you. Harry doesn’t tend to devote his time to things he doesn’t think matter. Like cleaning his space, taking notes, or worrying about his classes. Somehow, he manages to pass every semester, keeping his spot on the football team, while you struggle to keep up even with all the time in the world.
Half the time you suggest studying together, it’s because you’d actually like his help.
“Wait…wait, Har,” you murmur as he sits onto the mattress and begins to pull you in a straddle over his thighs. “Wait, not…not when you’ve been drinking—”
“Haven’t,” he exhales against your mouth. “S’just Sprite. Coach doesn’t let us drink before a game.”
Almost relieved, you lift a brow. “But he doesn’t mind a wild party?”
He smirks. “Technically, we’re not supposed to do that either. But…I kind of live here, so…”
“Ah.” You dip down and press your lips to his softly. “Then I guess you just don’t have a choice, huh?”
“Nope.” He moves his hands to your waist, subtly grinding your body over his until you both groan. “Besides. I’d much rather be here with you than down there with them.”
“Mm. That’s the right answer,” you tease as he laughs and slips his fingers under your dress. 
You know this dance by now. You even enjoy it when Harry’s at the lead. He knows what he’s doing, even if you don’t. And he knows just how to teach you. Show you. Guide you. 
You take a deep breath and let yourself submit. Let his hands roam, his thighs flex. Let his mouth travel down your neck and to the curve of your shoulder. He slips the strap down until he has more room and then he moves for your chest. Hungry kisses meant to devour you.
“My pretty girl,” he whispers, tongue licking a stripe along the top of your breast. “Wore this just to torture me, didn’t you?”
Your lashes flutter. “Thought…thought it would be easier.”
“Easier?” He glances up, smirk devious. “You wanted me to have easy access to your pretty pussy?”
The vulgar language brings a fervent heat right to your face. You glance away out of habit, but he doesn’t let you this time. Instead, he pinches your chin tight between his fingers and forces your attention back.
“Is that right, angel?” he asks again, firm.
You swallow. “…yes.”
“Mm. Good girl,” he mumbles before moving his hand to your tit. Squeezing it gently while wrapping his lips over your nipple. “Or maybe you’re my naughty girl tonight. Yeah? Wearing something so sinful. Just for me.”
You nod quickly as your nails scratch down his scalp. “Just for you.”
“Mhm. Not Zack.”
“No. No, not Zack.”
He simpers at the sound of your breathless whines. Enjoying the way your hips roll against his. The way your naked thighs feel against his clothed ones. “Gonna let me take care of you, baby? Let me have a little taste?”
Your stomach flips. Harry has introduced you to a world of pleasure you never knew possible, but you still can’t deny that it makes you feel vulnerable. The way your body is put on display for him. Accessible to his tongue, his hands, his…
You close your eyes and force a nod. You just won’t think about it. You’ll let him have his taste and then he’ll start. You understand the science behind it. Your body needs to be properly lubricated before he can begin. And it’s not exactly a step you care to skip, even if it does make you nervous.
He grins at your reaction before he’s leaning back onto the bed and dragging you up toward his face, that bright red hat falling off in the process.
He’s mentioned this position before. Apparently, it’s his favorite, but it certainly isn’t one you’re used to. You don’t understand the mechanics. How you’re meant to surrender control but also keep from crushing his pretty face beneath your weight.
“Angel,” he calls, pulling you back. “What did I say last time, hm?”
“I…I know, I just…” You chew on the inside of your cheek. “I don’t want to hurt you—”
“You won’t,” he promises yet again. “You can’t. I know what I’m doing, yeah? Trust me. Just let me do this, I’ve got you.”
And you know that he does. So, surrendering your inhibitions, you let him place you just where he wants before he nods at you to pull your underwear to the side.
You do. Fingers shaking as you drag the damp fabric away and present yourself to his tongue. You want to look away. Want to hide from the growing look of hunger in his eyes, but he’s already sucking on you before you can.
And once he starts…things don’t seem so bad.
His tongue is magic. His lips are divine. Even his hands are wonderful with the way they hold you still. 
You think you could spend a lifetime against his mouth. Live here, die here. Do anything and be anything he wanted so long as he never stopped.
“Doing so good for me, pretty girl,” he says after a moment, and you almost miss it over the faint thumping of music outside his room. “You okay?”
You nod, fingers back between his curls as you brace yourself. “Yes…yes, I’m…I’m all right. Am I…am I too—”
“No,” he says simply. “No, you’re perfect. Don’t move. M’having so much fun.”
And you don’t doubt that he is. His eyes are closed and he’s feasting on you like he’s been starved his whole life. His entire face is between your folds, licking, sucking, nipping. Wet sounds that are somehow louder than the noise outside. 
You can’t help the way you groan. The way you say his name and shake in his hands. It’s too much and you’re still unsure how to handle so much ecstasy.
But he knows. And he keeps you planted on his tongue until you’ve nearly soaked his entire face. And then…he stops. Seconds before you can find that sweet release and you gasp as he pops off and scoots you back.
“What…what did I do?” you pant.
He laughs while he sits up, cupping your cheek in his palm before pulling you forward for a kiss. “Nothing,” he whispers, and the taste of you on his lips makes your insides twist. “I told you, you’re perfect. I just have something else in mind.”
“Oh.” Your fingers twist together. “Do you…do you want me to…?”
He smiles again then shakes his head. “Not this time, pretty girl. You know I don’t always expect that, right? I don’t eat you out just so you’ll suck me off.”
“I…I know.”
“Good. I eat you out because I fucking love it.” Another kiss. “And not just to get you wet.”
You feel your features scrunch, the urge to hide much stronger. “I know.”
“And I don’t want you to forget. I love watching you take me down your throat, but only when and if you want to. Tonight, I thought we could maybe try something we haven’t yet.”
“Oh…”
His eyes settle on yours. “I want you to ride me.”
Your lips part. “You…oh.”
“We’ve talked about that before, yeah?” He sweeps his thumb across your cheek. “About if you think you’d be comfortable?”
“Yeah, we…yeah. I…I don’t mind. I just…I don’t know…”
“I know,” he murmurs. “But I’ll show you, hm? We can just try it and see how you feel. And if you don’t like it, we can do something else.”
It’s a good plan. A solid plan, and even if you’re unsure, you can’t help but feel excited. “Okay.”
“Okay,” he repeats happily before scooting back toward the headboard. “All right, can you take me out, angel?”
Eagerly, you agree, crawling after him until your fingers find his jeans. Seeing such a massive dick always tends to surprise you, but you find that you feel more confident now than you did before. He’s beautiful, every inch of him. And he seems to love the way you touch him. The way you look at him, admire him.
And that’s your favorite part.
“Good girl,” he coos as you reach inside his boxers to wrap your palm around him. “Not so shy anymore, hm?”
You shake your head, lip between your teeth as you release him from his pants. 
He laughs. “I can see that. Can you give me your hand, pretty girl?”
You oblige and he pulls your palm to his mouth before he’s spitting directly in the center. A large wad that sits snugly in your hand before he drops it back down to his cock and nods at you to continue.
You drag the wet substance up and down his rather impressive length until he’s glistening. He’s already quite hard, but your delicate strokes seem to get him the rest of the way. Until he’s standing straight up and nearly leaking. 
“Good,” he says again, a tad breathless. “So fucking good at that, you know?”
You smile. “Practice makes perfect.”
“Mhm.” He chuckles. “Then can you show me how good you are at putting me in?”
You nod fervently. The academic overachiever in you is always anxious to prove yourself to him. To show that you’ve learned, you’ve improved. That you’re worthy of his time and his body. 
You use one hand to guide him and the other to keep your panties to the side. He, in turn, makes sure to lift your dress high enough that you can both see and the moment his tip makes contact with your throbbing clit, you whimper.
“Shh,” he murmurs. “You’re all right. Go ahead and tap it a couple times, yeah?”
Forcing your pulse to steady, you do. The heavy appendage seems to taunt you as you pat it against your pussy and the sensitive nerves that make your legs shake. But it feels like heaven and even Harry has to take in a labored breath as he watches.
The two of you rarely use condoms these days. You did when you first started, but after getting tested and being assured that you were the only person he was sleeping with, you decided to try just once without.
And you know the risks. Know it’s rather idiotic to tempt fate the way you do. The pill isn’t a guarantee, and you know neither one of you are ready to be parents.
But after feeling him…feeling all of him…you became addicted. Despite your better judgement, you found yourself eager to feel him again. And again. And again. 
And now, well…now you don’t think you can go without.
“There you go,” he sighs. “Just like that. S’it feel good?”
“Mm…mhm.”
“Good. Go on, baby, put me in now.”
With his help, you lift up and guide his large head toward your hole. Slowly pushing it in while dropping yourself down.
“Fuck,” he exhales through a groan. “Shit, just like that. You okay? S’it hurt?”
You shake your head. You don’t have the strength to speak.
“Okay. Keep going.”
You do. A steady pace that seems to torture you both until the whines and cries slip out before you can stop them. 
“Goddamn, angel,” he grits. “Shit, you feel so fucking good. You still all right? Know what to say if you’re not?”
“Ye—yeah.”
“Attagirl. Okay, baby, I want you to lift up now, yeah? Nice and slow.”
Doing your best not to tremble, you raise back up and feel the way his thick cock seems to stretch you open. The way it travels through your body, making you feel empty without it. 
And once you’re near the tip, he pulls you back down, and you start again. 
The speed is tediously languid. It almost hurts and the noises tumble from your lips one after the other without pause.
Your thighs burn. Your core burns. Every inch of you seems to be screaming, yet Harry doesn’t break a sweat.
“Doing so good,” he praises again. He pulls at your jaw until you kiss him. “Know it’s hard, but you look so good riding my cock right now.”
You only mewl. Loud and incoherent. 
He releases your cheek to reach for something on the nightstand beside him. Something you don’t see through your hazed vision until he begins to unwrap it and bring it to your mouth.
His bandana.
It’s his favorite one, too. The white one, with little back details on it. But you aren’t exactly sure what he expects you to do with it now…until he smirks.
“M’gonna put this in your mouth,” he says before resting it on your lips. “Gotta keep you quiet since I didn’t lock the door. Don’t want anyone to hear you and come lookin’, hm?”
Your eyes widen as you gape at him. “Harry—”
“Sorry. S’just too distracted.” He grins. “Open up, pretty girl.”
Rather excitedly, you obey. Giving him just enough room to slip the fabric between your teeth until you can clamp down and he can fasten it in a knot against the back of your head.
“There you go,” he declares when he’s through. “Now you can be as loud as you want, yeah?”
You nod.
“Mm.” He dips down to start kissing at your chest. “Can you keep going, baby? Or do you need me to take over?”
Your lashes flutter.
“I know,” he coos when he sees the fucked-out expression on your face. “S’hard, isn’t it? My angel’s getting tired, huh?”
Another nod, slower.
“Okay,” he chuckles. He grabs onto your hips and straightens up. “Okay, I’ll fuck you.”
Just like that, he resumes the pace you set. Using every muscle in his thighs and abdomen to fuck his cock up into you and leave you a wilting, blubbering mess.
The poor bandana becomes soaked as he pounds into you. Faster and faster while your body shakes and drool pools at the sides of your mouth. 
Your whimpers sound shuddered now. In tune with his fast thrusts and the wet, lewd cacophony of your bodies connecting. Pornographic in nature yet somehow…euphoric. 
He sucks your tit back into his mouth and you clutch onto his scalp. Nails scratching at his neck, shoulders, and chest until you feel your orgasm coming up on you once more. 
And he feels it, too. Features twisting at the way you clench around him. The way your body draws him in, treats him right. He’s obsessed and he’s told you as much. Even with the level of stamina he possesses, he can never seem to last all that long when it comes to you.
“Fucking hell,” he groans before he’s tightening his hold on your waist. “Shit, s’it feel good? Like being on top, angel?”
You nod and press your forehead to his. Even if it’s rather exhausting, you can feel him in places you couldn’t before. Nudging against your g-spot until you see stars and have to physically fight the urge to cum. 
“No, don’t,” he pants, seeming to sense it. “Want you to cum. Right now, baby. Okay? Let me feel you first.”
Even if you wanted to argue, you can’t. The low, graveled instruction goes straight to your cunt and you cum before you can stop yourself. Drenching his cock, his thighs, your thighs. You sway, go limp in his hold. Until you’re slumping against his chest as he fucks you through every second of it.
“There,” he praises, large hand rubbing up and down your back. “God, you’re fucking good at that. Love the way you cum for me. S’fucking heaven.”
You know he’s close. And you know he won’t finish inside you, instead wasting his offering on his stomach or somewhere else.
So, you get an idea. You pull off him as best you can while he hisses and resists the temptation to release inside you before you slip the bandana back out and crawl down his lap.
Then, you take him in your mouth. It only takes two sucks before he’s grabbing at your neck and finishing down your throat. The warm, sticky substance familiar and far too thrilling. 
He cums and he cums until you’ve nearly sucked him dry and his tired body melts into the bed.
He whispers your name and fights to keep his eyes open so he can gaze at you. Then, he tugs on you. “Come here.”
He kisses you. Tongue and teeth clashing in a messy exchange, but he doesn’t mind. He loves it. Moans into your mouth and pulls you against his heart until you can both catch your breath.
You revel in the post-orgasm glow. Body’s abuzz and slightly sweaty from the workout. But you wouldn’t trade this ache in your joints for anything. 
And you realize you wouldn’t trade him, either. 
“You okay?” he murmurs after a moment.
You hum. “Yeah. M’tired.”
“Yeah,” he echoes with a gentle laugh. “It was fun, though, right?”
“Mhm. Very.”
“Think you’ll wanna do it again?”
“Maybe,” you admit. “As long as you do all the work again.”
His laugh is louder this time. “Deal. Or maybe we’ll just have to work out your muscles until you can do it all on your own.”
“Mm…unlikely.”
“But maybe.”
“Maybe not.”
“Doesn’t hurt to try.”
“Might hurt.”
“Yeah. Okay.” He smiles. “Can you stay tonight?”
“I don’t know. Jess might be looking for me.”
“Tell her you’re staying.”
“I can’t.”
“You don’t have to tell her who you’re with.”
“H,” you sigh. “She thinks I’m a virgin prude. If she knows I’m staying, she won’t let it go until she finds out who I stayed with.”
The room falls silent. You feel him sigh. “Yeah, I know.”
You glance up. “I’ll tell her one of these days, I promise. I just…I wanna keep you to myself. Just a little longer.”
His grin splits his face. “Good. Think I might wanna keep you, too.”
He kisses you again. Soft, slow, sensual. Filled with all the words neither of you are brave enough to say out loud. And long enough to leave you breathless.
Until the door opens.
And Zack walks in.
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God I love fratrry 😭💞
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dooodle-bug · 1 year
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just got mad thinking about how rouxls probably isnt even that good of a dad to lancer
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isettreesonfire · 1 year
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Love dis song 🤟😎💥
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it's already been a Rough Fucking Day and then Angry came out to yell at and hang up on our wife bc she fell into a self-pity spiral after the dog pissed on the bed and started begging to die which is a huge trigger for us since an older friend kept begging to die when we were younger
#angry speaking#other#negative#like I'm So Fucking Sorry the dog pissed on the bed#getting into a pity party about it ain't gonna do shit#bite the bullet and wake up that bitch of a mother so you can clean up the mattress#I'm so fucking sick of you turning into a blob begging to die the second anything happens#grow a spine or a will to live or I swear to god I'll make the system move on#it's not fucking healthy and she's not going to marry you#that bitch really said that we'd get married when she got her degree. and then dropped the fuck out#cool cool cool cool#I know she called for support but she kept rejecting every single solution. what the fuck do you want from me then#'I can't wake up my mom to clean the mattress' your mother. can eat a fat hairy unwashed smegma coated scabies infected cock#that bitch doesn't give a shit about you. if she did she'd fucking help#'we can't use the carpet cleaner bc the carpet cleaner has piss on it' have you considered. cleaning the carpet cleaner first. soak it in#water or at least rinse it off. anything's better than letting the piss dry in the bed#'but it's two am' so the fuck what. grow up asshole sometimes shit happens#I just. what the FUCK do you want from us????#what can we DO???? there's nothing TO DO. I CANT DO ANYTHING FROM HERE INCLUDING MAKE YOU LISTEN TO ME ABOUT GETTING OUT OF THIS SPIRAL#so I'm FUCKING SORRY if I ENDED A SHITTY CONVERSATION because NONE of you will stop the kids from seeing all that shit. it's not just us in#here dipshit it's kids that DIDNT FUCKING ASK and have BEEN THROUGH TOO MUCH ALREADY#SOMEONE has to do something to PROTECT THEM since I COULDNT BEFORE. GOD#'what's the harm in helping her stay alive' we answered this through YEARS of keeping that friend alive. listening to someone beg to die#once is traumatizing enough but to hear it every day? or every time your wife gets the teensiest bit upset? shut the entire fuck up#alright I can feel myself slipping away from the front again but GOD. grow the entire fuck up babe you're better than that.#I think this is the first time I've fronted tolling enough to post something myself#*long not tolling
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"Game Day" - Nate Jacobs x Reader
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Summary: Nate blames you for distracting him on game day.
TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, dom!nate, daddy kink, spit kink, overstim, fingering, oral f receiving, semi public sex, squirting, humiliation kink ig, degradation kink, spanking, face slapping in a sexual context, honestly there was a lot going on here, creampie, unprotected sex, p in v sex
Word Count: 2,550 words
Rating: 18+, MDNI
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Euphoria characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷
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Maybe you should’ve anticipated that your boyfriend would go absolutely feral when he saw your team’s new uniforms. It’s after school on a Friday and you’re standing with Maddy and Cassie, discussing the after-game party and who’s bringing what when Nate comes up behind you, resting his chin on top of your head, wrapping his arms around your waist. You giggle, feeling him turn you around to face him, tugging you toward his truck so the two of you can have  a moment away from your friends.
“That your new uniform?” He asks, eyeing you up and down.
You nod, beaming up at him as you do a little twirl, “Coach went with the pleated skirts instead of A-line and the cropped shells. How do I look?”
“You look hot as fuck,” Nate remarks, his gaze traveling to your thighs as you do your little twirl, grabbing you by the waist when you’ve turned to face him again.
Before you can ask him what he’s doing, he pulls you in for a passionate kiss, one that’s definitely not appropriate to be had on school property. But you don’t care, moaning softly against his lips, resting your hands on his chest as he keeps kissing you, ignoring the wolf whistles and eye rolls from your fellow students.
“You’re a good kisser,” you murmur between kisses.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” Nate replies, finally pulling away and smiling at you.
You let Nate pull you up against his side, cuddling up to him as you question, “Are we hanging out after the party?”
“Of course we are, baby.”
“Okay, cool. My parents are gone for the weekend…” You trail off, meeting his gaze, a smile playing on your lips.
Nate’s eyes light up, his grin growing wider, “Oh? So does that mean you and I are gonna have a little sleepover, baby?”
Biting your lip, you nod, buzzing with excitement, “Uh huh. That’s exactly what it means.”
Before long, the sounds of your respective teammates yelling for the two of you brings the moment to an end. You frown slightly and Nate sighs in annoyance, cupping your face in his hands. You smile up at him, pecking his cheek before turning to leave.
“Good luck at the game, babe. Not that you need it.”
“See ya.”
But just as you’re about to move out of arm’s reach, he grabs you from behind, pulling you back in for another kiss. You giggle, feeling his hands moving under the fabric of your cheer skirt, squeezing your ass. You smack his arm playfully, giving him a mock glare.
“Behave, babe. We’ll have time for all of that after you win the game.”
Nate rolls his eyes, giving your ass a light smack as you walk away, calling out, “You’re just too hot to resist, baby. It’s not my fault.”
After watching you for another moment, Nate decides to finally join his teammates and grab something to eat before they begin warming up for the game.
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In retrospect, you might have been better not saying that Nate didn’t need any luck to win this game. East Highland is losing, and miserably. You know Nate’s going to be in a foul mood by the end of the game, watching him take off his helmet and let out a growl of frustration. Is it wrong that you get so turned on by the sight of your boyfriend all angry like this? If it is, you can’t bring yourself to give a fuck.
It thrills you, feeling his eyes on you instead of focusing on the game. You can hear his teammates scolding him, reminding him to focus on the game at hand, but all Nate can focus on is the sight of your legs in that tiny pleated skirt. He watches intently as you do your cheers, sometimes completely zoning out as he stares at you, the game all but forgotten. Your boyfriend clearly has something far more pressing on his mind.
After the end of the fourth quarter - and one of the most horrendous losses in East Highland’s history, you stand with Cassie, Maddy, and a few of the football players, all of you just chatting and laughing. Nate approaches, his entire body taut with tension as he ignores the conversations, all of it being white noise in his ears. All he cares about right now is you. You can tell he’s in a pissy mood, the way his jaw ticks whenever you titter away to Maddy or Cassie, but you’re fairly surprised when he actually grabs you by the hand and begins dragging you over to his car.
“Nate, what the hell-”
“Just shut up,” he snaps.
“Don’t tell me to shut up!” You pout, “We have to get to the party-”
“We’re not going.”
There’s something so undeniably attractive about him right now. The way his nostrils flare, his eyes narrow as the two of you reach the truck and he pushes you up against it. There’s something so intoxicatingly dominant about the way he’s acting right now. You press your thighs together, rubbing slightly, hoping he doesn’t notice. Fuck, all you can think about is his big, fat cock inside of you. It’s pathetic, how much you want him right now. But, you try to push past it, focusing on the issue at hand.
“Nate, we promised!” You protest, “I’m supposed to bring snacks and-”
“I don’t give a shit.”
His voice is low, a dangerous, rough edge to it. Your eyes widen as he opens the driver side door and takes a seat, easily manhandling you onto his lap. The door shuts with a loud slam as he holds you in place so that you’re straddling his thighs. You stare at him in confusion.
“Nate, what’s going- mmmmph!”
He cuts you off with a kiss so intense that it’s nearly bruising. The way he handles you, like you’re his plaything, his pretty little ragdoll - it’s so fucking animalistic. It leaves you breathless, craving more, like he’s a drug to you and you just can’t get enough. Your body melts against his as you begin to return the kiss, hands gripping his football jersey to balance yourself. The two of you pull apart for a moment to catch your breath, but before you know it, Nate’s hands are in your hair, tugging harshly as he pulls you back in again.
“Natey, what’s going on-”
“This is all your fault,” he rasps, one of his hands moving away from your hair, further down until he reaches your ass, squeezing harshly, “All your fucking fault.”
Your jaw drops as you question incredulously, “Wha- what did I do?”
“You’re too fucking hot,” he says, a bit of humor lacing his tone, but his aggression overpowering it by far as he pulls you in for another almost violent kiss, your entire body feeling like jelly as he bites down on your lower lip, “I lost the game because of you.”
“What the-” He cuts you off with another searing kiss. You squirm against Nate slightly, everything feeling so confusing to you, the heat building between you as the windows of his truck begin to fog up, “How did I make you lose?!”
“You know exactly how.”
His voice is a low snarl. So many people are terrified of Nate’s temper, but you never have been. You’ve always found that side of him to be… Exciting, in a strange way. He moves to bite down on your neck, his tongue tracing your pulse point as he leaves his mark against you. His entire body is so tense, almost like a predator waiting to pounce on its poor, defenseless prey.
“Naaaate,” you whine as he mouths at your neck, both hands now squeezing at your thighs, your ass, every hint of flesh he can find, “Nate, what’re you talking about, all I did was my cheers!”
“Yeah, exactly,” he scoffs, kneading your flesh between his palms, smirking at the moan you let out, your entire body trembling in his grip, “You put on that slutty little skirt and did your little cheers, knowing me and all the fuckin’ football players were looking at you.”
“It’s just my uniform,” you protest, “We were all wearing them, Natey-”
“Yeah, but yours is the only one anyone noticed,” he hisses against your ear.
It’s never been like this before. For the most part? Nate has been pretty gentle when it comes to the two of you getting… Intimate. But this? He’s so rough and dominating and fucking aggressive, his low tone sending a chill up your spine that isn’t entirely unpleasant. You grind yourself against his thigh, his muscles feeling so hard and lean even through the fabric of his pants and your panties.
“Baby, someone will see us…”
“So what?” Nate shrugs, “I don’t give a fuck. I’m just gonna take what’s mine.”
He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your lacy panties, pulling them down your legs, grinning to himself as he hangs them on the gearshift. You give him an annoyed look, shaking your head.
“Nate, put them somewhere else! That’s so humiliating!”
“That’s the point.”
Nate pulls you even closer, his calloused palms now caressing the bare skin of your ass, landing a harsh spank against you, making you shiver ever so slightly. God, you hope he doesn’t check and see how wet you are, because you really don’t think you’re ever going to be able to live this down. His hands move down to the flesh of your thighs, squeezing almost enough to be painful, but not quite.
“Nate, it’s so cramped in here, let’s just go to my house-”
“Your house is too far.”
His hands trail up along your inner thighs and you gasp as you feel his fingers tracing your slit. He smirks at how fucking wet you are, giving you a condescending smile before pushing three long, thick fingers inside you. You open your mouth to protest, but all that comes out is a pathetic mewl of his name. He pumps his fingers almost furiously and you bury your face in his neck, clinging to him. He rolls his thumb against your clit, his fingers easily finding your sweet spot, rubbing against it mercilessly, making you writhe against him.
“Nate, what if my ass hits the horn or something-”
“You’ll just have to try harder not to let that happen,” he mocks.
Nate has complete control over you, your body so pliant in his grasp. And he knows you love it. He’s so dominant and bossy, to the point of being mean as he moves his hand faster and faster. You let out a sharp gasp as you feel your body tighten, your climax fast approaching, his fingers not letting up in the slightest.
“Nate… ‘S too much-”
“Too much?” He taunts, “You mean too good?”
“Yes,” you whimper, letting him pull you into a kiss, grinning as you moan into his mouth as he rubs against that rough patch deep inside of you.
Your toes curl, your stomach turns as you reach your peak, mind completely black out for a moment as he keeps moving his fingers. But Nate makes no move to stop. You ask him to give you a second, your entire body shivering at the overstimulation, but he just shakes his head, a dirty smirk on his lips as he stares at you.
“No. I’m not done with you.” He keeps pumping his fingers at a brutal pace, the wet noises from his actions making him laugh, “God, who would’ve known my sweet little girlfriend enjoyed being treated like a little fuckin’ slut, huh? Look how wet you are, baby.”
When you come again, your entire body going slack against his, your eyes go wide when you realize the mess you’ve made of the both of you. You look at Nate, shocked at what’s just happened, while he just has that smug look on his face. You cover your mouth, eyes wide.
“Aw, baby,” he coos, lifting his hand to show you the evidence of your arousal, “Squirted all over my fingers and made such a fuckin’ mess. Now Daddy’s gonna have to clean you up, huh?”
Before you can ask what he means, he’s reclined his seat all the way back and pushed you so your back rests dangerously close to the horn, your legs up in the air over his shoulders. You’re so helpless and vulnerable and exposed like this. And you love it, watching as he begins to mouth at your folds, still sensitive from his previous actions. You rest one hand against the window, the other against the stereo to keep your back from hitting the horn, but the feeling of his tongue pushing inside you, his nose rubbing against your clit while his hands continue squeezing at your ass…
It’s all too much and you let yourself fall back against the wheel, the horn blaring loudly as Nate continues lapping up your arousal, tasting you and groaning, the slurping sounds he makes driving you even further over the edge. He brings you to your peak yet again, but of course, he doesn’t stop, not when you whine and whimper and plead, only pulling back to land a sharp slap against your pussy, grinning at the way you squeal his name.
“Shut up and take it, baby.”
You lose count of how many times he makes you come on his tongue, you think it was two or three, when you finally hear him moving his pants down, freeing his long, thick cock. He grabs you by the hips, pulling you down onto him, and you moan at the stretch. You’ve been together so many times now, but he’s still so fucking big, you don’t think you’re ever going to get used to it. You’re surprised when he grabs you by the ass, lifting you up and slamming you back down onto him, fucking you harder and deeper than ever before. Your lips part, eyes rolling back as the fat head of his cock rubs up against your sweet spot over and over and over.
You feel his free hand grab your jaw, forcing your mouth open, his spat landing on your tongue as he demands, “Swallow that for Daddy.”
And you do. The air is thick as you and Nate gaze into each other’s eyes, his cock splitting you in half over and over as he moves you up and down on him, a smirk on his face. You feel so humiliated at the light slap he gives your cheek when you close your eyes, before caressing it, and murmuring.
“Yeah, baby, eyes on me. Keep those eyes open.”
It doesn’t take long for him to spill himself inside you, thick, hot ropes of cum painting your insides, your own end following soon after as you collapse against him.
“Let’s get to the party, baby. See what everyone thinks about my slutty little girlfriend walking in with my cum dripping out of her little pussy.” You move to grab your underwear, but he grabs your wrist, giving you a little smirk, “Did Daddy say you could put those back on? No. No I did not.”
Oh.
This is going to be a very long night.
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