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The dorm was blessedly quiet, the rest of the Foxes emptied out for afternoon practice. Under normal circumstances, Andrew would’ve gone and simply not performed, but Kevin was getting on his nerves with all his complaining, so he refused to go at all.
Kevin only redoubled his complaints when Neil backed Andrew, excusing him from practice. Dan was away at a conference with Wymack, leaving him in charge. Andrew didn’t so much as glance in Neil’s direction, tossing him the Maserati keys before climbing back into bed fully clothed.
They left soon afterwards, so Andrew closed his eyes and tried to catch up on some much-needed and extremely elusive sleep. He pressed his back against the wall, hand tucked under his pillow where he kept a knife. Every time he closed his eyes, he sensed a minute shift of weight on the bed, so he opened them again for assurance that it was only his imagination. Hyper-vigilance turning his senses against him. The creak of old pipes under the floor could’ve been footsteps, but he had to watch and make sure. He pressed his nose into his own pillow, inhaling the sharp scent of pine that helped him ground himself, but he couldn’t seem to erase the acidic stench that clung inside his nostrils.
Bad days he was used to. Bad weeks weren’t uncommon, but were certainly more frustrating to deal with. This was the worst one he had in a while.
He spent hours staring across the room, watching as it darkened and the day carried on. Amber streams of light were filtering through the blinds when a key turned in the lock to the front door.
Andrew stiffened. Logically, based on the time, he knew it was likely to be Kevin and Neil coming back from practice. However, he couldn’t relax until he saw Neil’s mop of auburn hair, slight frame and collection of scars.
Kevin was nowhere to be seen.
Neil kept his distance, head tilted as he regarded Andrew. “Coach is gone until later tonight.”
Andrew didn’t move.
“Let’s break in," Neil said.
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I have a couple quarters so I wanted to get some trinkets from a capsule machine :D
Plus I live with Scott and a clone of me violently blew up in his house, leaving him very traumatized, so I felt like it’d be a nice treat to make up for… that :3
-🐇 (kicking her little feeties while sitting in the cart)
... I... alright then.
*Kim sort of stares at the bunny for a moment, before turning their cart down an aisle.*
That, uh... that happen often? Should I be concerned? I'm not sure I want viscera getting on this coat... but, uh, yeah. We can get him something then. That does sound... traumatizing...
... although I'm not sure if this store has those machines. They could, I'm usually just in and out of here if I can help it- I don't usually stop for something like that. We could maybe try somewhere else, but if you see something you want to get him I'll chip in for that, I guess.
*She starts leading them down the chip aisle before stopping, looking a little surprised.*
Huh... not Chrispers, but there are Crispers. Is this what you were looking for? They've got three flavors...
And your tea- you said you wanted that iced. Do you just mean, like, one of those cold bottles they keep up front, or should we be getting tea bags or something? I'm not the most well versed in tea, that's more Rammy's thing.
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imagine you move to somewhere in the south, lots of open land between houses and lots of friendly neighbors
one of your older neighbors, who could be your fathers age stops by one day dropping off treats, maybe it’s drinks you don’t realized are spiked, maybe it’s some brownies laced with weed, you’re just too dumb, too naive to question his motives
you’re just about to go out into town, dressed in the shortest skirt you can find, basically a belt, no panties of course
you have a top on so low that your nipples are nearly popping out, they’re hard from the cold so everyone can see them anyway
before you head out you munch on the treats your neighbor brought, you find yourself feeling fuzzy and light
you stumble out of the house, heels clicking and feet wobbely, you only make it as far as your old neighbors porch
he’s on a rocking chair, sipping away at a beer
“oh princess, what’s wrong?”
“i feel funny” you manage to get out through hiccups and giggles, far too gone by that point
he manhandles you into his lap, not that you’re resisting
he turns you around so you’re both facing the street, he doesn’t have to even try to hike your skirt up, your pussy is on display for anyone who walks by, he pulls your top down so your tits are also out in the open
he start to finger your tight little hole, you start to moan like a bitch in heat, throwing your head back, you’re far too gone to say no to anything that’s happening
without warning your neighbor starts to fuck his beer bottle in and out of your dripping cunt, you think you hear some other neighbors approach, the man striking up a conversation that you can’t hear, far too lost in the bottle working its way into your cunt
you start trying to hump the bottle but are cut off by your tits being smacked and then groped
“behave” he snaps
you whimper and whine, not processing a word that’s being said, and continue to try and hump the bottle that has now stilled in your pussy
“aww, is the bitch too dumb to understand. no worries we have all the time to train you to be the perfect little cocksleeve”
the man rips the bottle out of your cunt, when you open your mouth to whine he shoves the bottle down your throat
“clean up your girl juice”
you suck and he starts to finger your ass, you moan around the bottle and clench around nothing
“you know exactly where that’s going princess”
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