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randomstoryenjoyer · 8 months

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Hey I love your stories and your 'white lily's fall' gave me an idea for a request...for a story!

Imagine a witch (y/n) at first baked cookies to try to make a friend but as they kept running away...it gave y/n an idea! If they run away...why not make a track and make em race? So now y/n bakes them to either run a normal race or an obstacle course race to the window to escape amd y/n even put something under their window to cushion their fall so they wouldn't crumble and can simply run out to join the cookie world! Also the obstacles are harmless and not deadly like if they fail an obstacle, they just land on something soft and can walk over to some stairs or a ladder and try again! Ofcourse the finish line is the window!

Oh and whenever they race, y/n chooses one cookie to cheer on as they sit to the side, watching, and hopes that said cookie wins the race...again for entertainment! Maybe they even pretend to be a racing announcer as they race!

And imagine if other cookies found out...like, one possible idea is DE flying along, plotting against the witches when they suddenly hear hearing like: "AAAAAND RED ICING COOKIE MANAGED TO JUMP OVER THAT MASSIVE GAP! SO IMPRESSIVE! THE CROWD IS GOING WILD!" followed by y/n trying to impersonate a crowd cheering like crazy! So DE goes to investigate aaaaand finds Y/n racing cookies instead of eating them! Or maybe some other cookie like gingerbrave finds them! Just some ideas but can't wait to see what you come up with for this concept and curious what ideas you'll have lol!

Possible to add on, putting this possible add on here incase ya wanna add it: Y/n also keeps track of the races and the winners in a book and also timed it to see which cookie they've baked is the fastest and if a cookie read the book, they'll know that y/n raced cookies LOTS of times!

The Witch’s game

Rugelach Cookie’s breath hitched as they swerved left to right, their little legs scuttering as fast as they ever had before… he was so close to the end… all that was left was to…

”AAAAAND TRAGEDY STRIKES! RUGELACH COOKIE HAS FALLEN DOWN! HERE COMES COCONUT FLAKE COOKIE TO SNAG THE WIN!”

With the finish line crossed and window reached, Coconut Flake Cookie stood proud and delighted as he received the witch’s praise, eventually jumping out the window. Rugelach Cookie was left to get back up and head back to his place, however, if one looked closely, they could see that he was hiding a giddy smile…

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Due to being a witch, your life consisted mostly of isolation, except for the odd meeting with other fellow witches here and there. Thus, you came up with the idea of creating your own friends by baking cookies to give life to! It was an easy goal to achieve… if not for the fact that every cookie you baked always ran away and jumped out the window.

This kept going for multiple baking sessions, each one making you more annoyed when the results showed no sign of changing. Eventually though, it began to make sense to you. No matter their size or origins, living cookies were still as much as individuals as anybody else, little creatures with a desire to leave the nest and live a life of their own, instead of being stuck inside a witch’s kitchen with a giant being looming over them. It was just something you had to accept.

This led to a new idea develop: if they insisted on running, why not put them through a race? From then on, your lair became a small race arena. All you needed to set up was a long path that led to the window as the finish lane, and then fill it with many different types of (non-lethal) obstacles for each race. The first cookie to reach the window would have the prize of being able to jump out of it and live in the outside world! You didn’t actually know what the cookies did in the outside world, but it didn’t really bother you.

Between races, the cookies you baked would get their own resting village inside your lair, where they could all gather around and interact with one another, most conversations being about what laid outside the windows of your lair… what existed below the glimmering moon and stars they saw every night…

As for you, you decided to make the most out of your idea, sitting to the side during the races and choosing a specific cookie to cheer on, acting like a wild crowd. The first contestant cookies you baked were a bit confused at your odd actions, but eventually began to even enjoy them.

Oh, enjoy them they eventually did. It soon got to the point where the racing cookies would begin getting weirded out if you didn’t act like a crowd going wild over the contestants. Your cheers and howls of excitement directed at them soon became the main motivation for being willing to take part in the races, to the point that they sometimes even forgot what they even were originally racing for!

Slowly but surely, talks amongst the cookies every night in the resting village shifted from wonders about the outside world to gushing over the the witch in the audience seats, mostly led by the very first racing cookies that you had baked. More recently baked cookies were swift to join the talks about you, but it was the older ones who truly prided themselves knowing the most about the witch who baked them.

Many cookies soon began seeing the races in a different light: why would they want to go to the outside world when they had you and your praises in this cozy home? Surely staying with you wouldn’t be that bad as originally thought!

During these last few days, you’ve started noticing how… clumsy some of the cookies were during the race. A bit slow of slow running, a few of them missing a some.simple jumps, and taking extra long to get back to the racetrack once they failed an obstacle… and the numbers of the cookies doing it increased day by day. Despite the fact that it opened up a bigger chance for cheers and announcements from your audience stand, it still felt a bit suspiciously random.

If only you knew just how much your presence and cheers meant to your cookies at this point…

However, these didn’t end up being the only cookies that were aware of your races, as new ones would soon know about you…

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Dark Enchantress Cookie was busy scouting out the area with her cake witch carrying her as always, looking for more places to build her cake army in while the rest of the cookies of darkness were busy with her other demands, when she suddenly heard a loud cheer from not too far away.

Her instincts very much telling her that this voice she heard was a dreadful witch, she made her way to the source of the sound a fast as she possibly could, expecting to see what she had seen during the fateful night of the witches.

Instead, all she found was a witch… watching cookies run from one place to another?

She stood there, just watching the scene unfold. The excited look on the cookie’s faces, the enthusiasm of the witch, the complete lack of any cruelty of mischievousness on the witch’s voice and actions. It didn’t make any sense to her at all. Witches weren’t like this. They weren’t meant to be! She saw it all in the night of the witches!

She remained still for so long that her cake witch had began to stare at her with slight discomfort, wondering why its master had gone stiff for such a long time.

Dark Enchantress Cookie remained quiet within her mixed thoughts. Seeing cookies who weren’t baked with the intention to be eaten seemed to have rattled her mind a bit. After all, her view on the witch’s uses for cookies was the whole reason she had become who she was. But now, her initial plans for Earthbread seemed to have a small flaw in it. Unprepared for this extra factor in her equation

Leaving the area before she got any more hooked onto the ongoing scene, Dark Enchantress Cookie planned to order her subordinates to come visit in this place frequently… and to inform her all they find out about you specifically.

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With sightings of the cookies of darkness having been reported around this area, Gingerbrave had decided to come check this place out, trying to find out what the COD’s plans in this area were.

What he didn’t expect to run into however, was the lair of a witch! His mind already bringing him flashbacks of his very first living moments, he felt tempted to just run away instantly, and yet, something in his mind kept telling him to explore this new landmark. The vibe he got from this place was… unexpected, for lack of a better word.

Imagine his surprise when, instead of seeing the worst kind of cookie torture devices or other scariest stuff that he could think of, the first thing he saw was a small village full of many cookies who were all excitedly discussing something! He was too far to hear them properly, but judging from all the chatter, it was clear they were all discussing about the same thing.

Deciding to keep exploring, he’d carry on sneaking, now laying his eyes upon every nook and cranny of his surroundings, until he jumped in surprised at the sudden loud voice:

“GOOD MORNING, COMPETITORS! WHO’S READY FOR THE NEXT RACE?!”

Peeking out of cover, Gingerbrave’s eyes widened as he took in the view. Many of the cookies from the small resting village were all lining up to the race track, all cheering and looking up at the witch that had announced the start of the race.

Once it began, his eyes almost sparkled when he saw it all. All the cookies running, looking like they were having the time of their lives, and the loud cheers you were giving towards the racing cookies, it almost made him feel a bit sad and jealous that he wasn’t a part of it…

Too distracted by the ongoing event, Gingerbrave accidentally knocked into a book that fell down in front of him and opened. Curious by your handwriting on it, he skimmed a few pages and realised that this book recorded all the races you had ever had… you’ve been doing this for a long time! And he and the rest of his fellow cookies of Earthbread weren’t aware of you? The very first nice witch in probably forever?

Beginning to see this place in a new light, he began coming up with a plan to tell his friends about this new discovery… and possibly to sneak into your lair again and maybe try to disguise as your racer cookies too… all for the chance of getting to participate in on the fun, and receiving your wonderful cheers too…

Now you have two groups of cookies sneaking into your races, trying to blend themselves in as a part of the cookies you baked. They were all confident you wouldn’t notice the difference.

You did.

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #cr kingdom #cookie run x reader #cookie run x you #gingerbrave #dark enchantress cookie #crk #crk x reader

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adventuringblind · 5 months

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Flowers in your throat

Lando Norris x Reader x Oscar Piastri

Genre: Angst

Summary: the problems of unrequited love

Warnings: hanahaki disease, blood, coughing

Notes: idk what this is... Does anybody wanna spam my inbox with things to write over break? Logan is on the list, but I'm blanking on ideas for the boy T_T

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Flowers. Beautiful things that each have their own meanings. One that even color plays into.

Beautiful amd deadly things, these Flowers. She can't even stomache the sight of them anymore. Not when they are the source of her current misery.

A misery she has yet to understand. Is one not enough for her? Will Lando hate her for loving more then just him? Is she really that greedy?

Her driving had suffered because of her lack of focus. She's coughing over the radio now and her engineer has started to notice. Her trainer even more so with how sick she looks.

She doesn't want Lando to find her like this. Maybe she doesn't even like Oscar and this is because of the loving looks and gentle touch he's been sharing with her boyfriend. Is she jealous? In a way yes, but she wants that from both of them. She coughs up another petal at the thought.

Hopefully Lando isn't awake. She'd been on the floor of the Hilton bathroom for at least an hour now. Her mind running through all her options. How she might be able to fix this.

Death is the easiest option in the long run. The surgery would hurt Lando as she would struggle with any kind of love afterwards. Oscar loving her back is another, but again, how would Lando react?

She'd yet to even open up to him about the idea of polyamoury. To scared from past encounters and getting hurt. Easier just to ignore anything else. The words of her last partner rings through her ears. 'It's either one or the other' but never both. How can she have such a love for two people to the point it's killing her?

The door creaks open. She panics and tries to hide from Lando's worried gaze. He still ends up on the floor with her.

"Please talk to me."

"I can't. You're going to leave me."

"Whatever this is, we'll figure it out, okay? But we can't even begin to work on it if I have no idea what's going on." And he's right. For as chaotic as he is, Lando has always wanted to work through things together.

"I'm not - well - before I start I should say I love you dearly with every fiber of my being."

"Is this a break up?"

"No!" She shouts a little to loudly and quickly. Lando looks a bit startled but calms we he sees just how panicked she is. "I don't want us to break up - I just know that you won't want me anymore."

The thoughts of Lando leaving her flood her mind. Having to watch him and Oscar be teammates while she watches from afar. Her body wracks with coughs again as another petal comes up, pretty but splatters in red.

"Is that-?"

"Hanahaki, unrequited love."

"But I do love you so then..." He takes a moments to process. "It's not me is it?"

"My parents always told me my heart was to big." She inhales shakily. "It's Oscar."

"Since when? How long do we have before-" He doesn't finish the sentence.

"A have a few months left maximum. I'm already two months in."

"Silverstone."

"I'd already been fond of him before that but watching the two of you smile together like that." Tears slip past her eyes as she tries to stop the burning in her chest. "I'm so sorry and I understand if you leave. It's not like you signed up for this."

"I'm not leaving you. I don't care who else you love as long as I'm here with you. Plus, it's Oscar, I'd be lying if I said I don't have any feelings for him." Lando Admits with a shrug.

"Really?"

"I know you love me, too much, probably. If this is what loving you means then I'll be here every damn step."

She throws herself into Lando's arms, curling into the warmth of his body. And for the first time on two months, she cries in relief.

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On the other side of things, Oscar isn't fairing any better. The constant scratch of his throat has started in August. Over the summer break when he had to bare witness to Lando and his girlfriends pictures.

He couldn't tell who he was more jealous of, or if he was jealous at all. Both, he was jealous of both because he wants to be with both of them. It's illogical, he thinks, that he should want two partners so desperately. They are committed to each other, why would they want him as well?

Lando is once again on the podium his female counterpart part there to congratulate him. Eyes shining as they smile at each other. The itch in his throat is to much. It burns in his chest as his lungs try to fight for air.

He runs back to the garage after getting weighed. Just in time to collapse onto the floor of his driver's room. Petals fall from his lips. Beautiful and soaking in red fluid.

He's still struggling to breathe when his door flys open. Logan amd Liam swim in his vision and ears. They drag him off the floor and get him upright again.

They clean him op and sit with him until Kim comes to get him for debrief. The older male looks horribly concerned. Lando also looks at him with something he can't pinpoint while sitting through the meeting. It's enough to make his chest burn again just knowing Lando is even looking at him.

Logan and Liam come knocking at his door that night. They want answers and rightfully so. He tells them, coughing on the bathroom floor while doing so.

"Have you talked to them?"

"No, why would they want me Lo?"

Liam hands him more water and pratically forces him to drink it. "Have you seen the way they look at you?"

And no, he hasn't, only how people say he himself looks helplessly in love.

How would they look at him now? In disgust? Maybe pity?

Shame he may never find out.

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Another hard race. Las Vegas had messed them all up in some way shape or form. She couldn't breathe knowing Lando had crashed to hard. She coughed an entire petal up during the yellow flags just thinking about how he must be feeling.

She's been coughing up whole flowers recently. Tonight was no exception. Lando, despite being on heavy painkillers, was desperately trying to help her through a few larger ones.

She was barely eating anymore. Couldn't breathe. Her teammate had even noticed the drastic change in her appearance. Max and Christian had both been on her case. Third seemed so far away now as Lando tries to get water down her throat.

"I don't want you to die."

"And I don't want to live without love."

Lando manages to pull himself off the floor to answer the door. Mumbling about how it's probably Jon making sure he's alright.

She can hear the familiar voices of Oscar and Logan through the thin walls.

Oscar sounds rough. She blames it on the long race he had. He'd looked so tired coming out of the car, hands running through his hair.

Her lungs burn again. It's more so this time. Her entire body is on fire. She can't even cough properly and wails as she has to pull out whatever is in her throat.

A stem. One with thorns.

Lando is frantically pleading with Oscar and Logan for something. Oscar is also coughing. Enough that is worsens her own.

She coughs again. Another stem feels like it's tearing her open from the inside. She wails at the stinging pain. Panic overcomes her as it seems to never end.

The door swings open. Lando and Logan drag in a coughing Oscar.

He's in the same boat as her. He's been suffering this whole time.

"Logan who is it?! Please, I need to know." Lando is begging now. The sight of what's happening can't be helping his nerves.

"It's you two, both of you I think. He didn't say exactly."

She tunes out anything else. It's them. He is feeling this because of them. She coughs up the rest of the stem and the burning starts to fade.

But then the exhaustion hits. She wants to tell Oscar everything. Enough so he doesn't have to cough up thorns like herself.

She passes out before she can.

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Oscar wakes up in bed. One that definitely isn't his own. He tries to sit up, but his body is depleted still. Noticeably, his lungs feel lighter then they have in months. The ache in his chest has lessened, but his love for the two is still there. If this isn't the work of a surgery then-

He sits up frantically, searching for something. Someone, more like. A hand on his shoulder pushes him back down.

"Relax, we're still here." It's Lando and his partner is on the other side of Oscar. She's dead asleep and rightfully so after what he witnessed her cough up.

"Where's Logan?"

"Asleep on the couch. He didn't want to leave you."

"And you - do you and her - are we?" His words are broken. He can't think properly.

"Caught feeling a while ago, mate. Her before I realized myself. She loves hard, enough to cough up flowers, apparently." Lando crawls into the space between Oscar and the female. Oscar, in his sleepy haze, latches onto Lando. He feels better being apart of whatever cuddle pile this is.

He falls back to sleep so easily. Only to be woken up later by a few frantic coughs. Lando is immediately trying to get the female out of bed and to the sink. She claims she's fine and it's confirmed by the lack of petals.

"It's from what the thorns did." Her voice sounds wrecked. Oscar tries to get up to help only to be pushed back again by Logan. Curse his exhaustion.

The American gets everyone water. Oscar is grateful for it as it soothes his still sore throat.

"So does this mean you three are going to be together then?" Logan raises an eyebrow.

"If either of them say no after this, I'm throwing hands. After the hell they've put me through I will force them to cuddle if need be."

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lazyneonrabbitt · 8 months

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Lip/Reader/Carmy where Carmy's always the last one home and often finds Lip and reader fucking on the couch, in bed or in the shower.

Smut below! 18+ ya know the rules.

Carmen made his way home, keys ready at the lock as he caught you moaning through the front door. A breathy laugh left his lips as he quickly slid through the slightly opened door in case Lip had you on the couch. Laat week he had the great idea to have you all nice and pretty, spread out on his old, ratty couch for him. 'To rid yourself of some of that stress, Carm' Lip had told him.

You were on the couch again this time, but now kneeling on the seat, upper body on the armrest while Lip was roughly fucking you from behind. "Welcome home, wanna come keep her quiet for me?" He gave you a quick look before looking back up. You tried to quiet down your moans with the back of your hand, your forearm but it wasn't working. A quick nod was his only reply, a soft "yeah, of course." When he reached the couch and pulled down his pants and boxers, already hard from watching you two. It was all new and weird for him to be this aroused by seeing you with someone other than him but the three of you being together was all thanks to him.

Carmen stroked himself a couple of time, taking your chin in his hands. "Had dinner yet?" He looked down at you, who was too busy keeping your moans as quiwt as possible, and then back up at Lip, who shook his head with a smirk. Carmen tutted dissapointed as he raised your chin and tapped his tip to your lips. "Open up for me, sweetheart?" He was so much sweeter than Lip, always asking first, twice even if you don't answer, while Lip teased untill you were the one begging. You opened your mouth, tongue out and ready to get a taste of your boyfriend. With your jaw slack he pushes his tip past your lips and your tongue swirled around it making Carmen moan louder than expected. "Fuck, man." Lip laughs at his reaction. "I tell you to keep her quiet amd now you're starting huh, shit." It wasn't easy for Carmen to form an answer with you working him so good. Your mouth on him and the perfect view of you getting railed had him finishing down your throat in no time. A few more quick thrusts and Lip's fingers on your clit had you both finishing too.

The three of you all joined together in making dinner. Which mostly meant Carmen standing around and trying not to lose his mind of your student kitchen skills and randomly taking over when the kitchen abise got too much.

#lip gallagher #carmen berzatto #shameless #the bear #carmen berzatto smut #lip gallagher smut #carmen berzatto x reader #lip gallagher x reader #gallzatto x reader

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 4 months

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AITA for telling my coworker to stop talking down to me?

Before I get started, I just want to note that I am autistic, and my co worker didnt know that. I'm also the youngest person on staff.

So I (21NB) am a nightshift CNA at a small critical illness recovery hospital. And my Coworker (??F) is a Nurse that I shared a patient with. So it started when I went in for my last 15 minute break of the nught around 4 am. I saw her in the break room and I asked her if we could give our shared patient a bath at some point. She got upset and said that she couldnt later and asked why I didnt ask earlier. (Its in case a patient cant go back to sleep afterwards. I always feel terrible waking people up.) So then I offered to do it right then and prepared to leave the breakroom, she told me to do her front half and then wait till she gets off break to do the back since the patient is a heavier person.

So I go set things up and wake the patient, and the patient says she doesnt want a bath, I go tell the nurse to see if I can just chart down a refusal, but the nurse gets up and goes and asks the patient herself. The patient says yes to her.

Then I start wetting the wash clothes, and I was taught that you use two for a bed bath. The nurse then went off on me and told me to get more washcloths, I complied but told her I was taught to use two. She said that they dont teach you that and then told me she was once a CNA, and an LPN, and a charge nurse, etc. I then asked her when she completed training and she got offended and started going off on me, telling me that I probably wasnt even born yet. I asked her to please stop talking down to me because I felt condesnded to. She then got offended again and told me that she was going to tell her boss that I was sleeping at the nurses station (I was not, amd never had done that, and if he believed her then I would be fired immiedietly). I started to tear up, but continued on with the bath and even thanked her for helping me.

Afterwards I went on to go try and cry in the stairwell, but on my way I saw her telling a nurse and the other CNA (two people I used to respect) that I was being lazy and expecting her to do the whole bath. Then they started laughing and making fun of me. I was right there.

I'l admit, Im not proud of this, but I spoke up and said "what are y'all talking about?". Then she started going off on me in front of them. At that point the dam burst, and I started crying and went to find another nurse I was working with for help. It escalated and the charge nurse had to get involved. She got both sides of our story but no one could tell me what they actually thought. I asked what I did wrong.

Then the rest of the shift had to go by, I had to pull myself together and finish. And after I got home I texted HR. I feel like a fool and childish. I don't know what I did wrong, and I'm terried that everyone is going to believe her over me because shes a nurse and I'm a CNA, and that I'll get fired. I don't wanna lose my job. If I did something wrong I want to know so I won't do it again. Am I the asshole?

TLDR; I asked a nurse to stop talking down to me, she threatened my job, and started talking shit to ny coworkers about me.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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bigdealsgoddog · 5 months

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I dont know if you take requests but imagine DG with a bratty reader where he buys her anything she wants but one day hehad enough of her behaviour amd just start punishing her by fucking us roughly.Even though it had to be a punishment we still enjoyed it.I hope you can take this request if not its ok.And keep up the good work.

I Do take requests! They just sometimes take me a long ass time cause i get busy very quickly lmaO However if yall wanna see more activity there is the discord server linked in my bio 👀

Anyway I do apologize for this one taking as long as it did, I do have a bit of trouble writing for DG i've noticed But heres a fun little drabble of implied!sugardaddy DG x bratty!reader CW: Blindfolding, Deafening(Earplugs), Implied edging, Choking, punishment, overstimulation, Bondage, Toys, brat taming

You let out a moan as you felt him curl his fingers inside of you, your arms tugging at the rope that bound you to the bed. You couldn’t see anything-making it impossible to know where he was going to touch next as his hand that wrapped around your throat quickly pulled away to pinch and play with your nipples, making you let out your moans loudly.

What was it that was getting you this treatment? You had to be a damn brat and try to cause problems. Constantly complaining he wasn’t giving you enough attention, whining to him when your outfit wasn’t the right shade you wanted, giving that fake sugary voice you put on when you wanted him to buy you something and your little tantrums you throw when he has to leave for work so he thought he’d put you in your place just like he did anyone else. Taking away your senses. He had you tied down to the bed with your ankles tied down at the ends of the bed making it impossible for you to squirm from his touch. He pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine at the loss of touch as you wiggled your hips. DG pulled away from you completely, leaving you there with nothing. You whimpered for him but you couldn’t even hear your own voice thanks to the damn earplugs he made you wear. It made it so much harder when he grabbed a vibrator, turning it on and pressing it against you.

A squeal was ripped from your throat as your back arched and you tugged at your binds, the sensations making your entire body shake as he slowly moved up your body, leaving kisses from your stomach up to your chest before he wrapped his hand around your throat. It was the moment as his hand squeezed around your throat he shoved the vibrator into you that you remembered his warning-his little threat.

“You better tell me when you’re about to cum. Cum without telling me and I won’t stop making you cum even if you’re begging and crying me not to-got it?” You could tell he was trying to get you to cum before you could even think of the words as he started to pump the toy in and out of you, squeezing your throat tight enough to cut off your oxygen. As you feel your thoughts begin to grow fuzzy, he let go of your neck and started thrusting the toy harder, making you practically scream “Fuck! Fuck DG-Dg gon-” Before you could finish you threw your head back to let out a moan as you came, your body shaking with the toy as he continued to pump it in and out of you “DG-DG-Too much! Too much!-” Your words are cut off as he squeezed your throat tightly, the message getting itself across

“What did I say, brat? You didn’t warn me in time. Beg all you want, I'm not stopping.”

#lookism #lookism smut #lookism hc #smut #choking #brat taming #lookism DG #DG smut

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