#gap toothed bitch

[nuge]

find a man who can score on ur assist and make u laugh

mcdrai | EDM @ STL | 04.01.2024

[dogwittaablog]

doesnt nolan not have his little tooth gap anymore??

Unfortunately no… RIP GAPPY.

gif & photo creds: @sillyanmurphy @gabelandeskog

[whatsitzface]

continuation of this post i suppose

dog nico & cat percy, thank you and goodnight

[norts-trolls]

Thinking about Noctis old squadron mates. Sighs dreamily at big clown woman.

[hollandsmoose]

my pumpkin this year

[lameotello]

why is '12 donnie so shape. there's something so pleasing about it. also gap tooth. gap tooth.

[fizzytoo]

random fact about adrien bc i wanna share but he has a lisp

[sleepyhoon]

bang bang, kiss kiss. - p.js

pairing. boss!jay x employee!reader genre. age gap, porn w some plot, long drabble warnings. swearing, infidelity (jay cheating on his wife), homewrecker!yn (sorry), age gap (reader is 21 jay is 31), smut [ office sex, impregnation kink, creampie, oral (f. receiving), degradation, pussy slapping, manhandling, spit ]

a/n. attempt number 2 of trying to make yn a bitch ahaha anyways enjoy whats been plaguing my mind the past few nights. not proofread so pls disregard any typos haha

Park Jongseong's wife had a lot of nerve.

Calling the workplace and disrupting Mr. Park with nonsense you cant even begin to comprehend. He's far too good for her, adhering to her every beck and call, missing out on detrimental meetings and interviews with high-profile clients just to tend to his dumbass wife.

God, you hated her.

As Jongseong's personal secretary, it was your responsibility to keep his business in order, and most importantly, keep him stress-free; which is why you were more than happy to suggest he keep his cell phone off and locked away in your desk for the day, to ward off any unnecessary distractions.

"Always looking out for me, huh?" Jongseong asks, leaning against your desk with a smirk as he willingly hands you his locked iPhone.

"Always," you repeat, not breaking eye contact as you drop the phone into your drawer and slam it shut.

"And what if my wife needs to reach me?"

Your expression goes stoic, and a little bit annoyed. Jongseong knows you hated whenever he brought up his wife in any context, even a hypothetical one.

"She knows your e-mail address," you respond through gritted teeth, your eyes panning over to the empty excel sheet on your desktop.

Jongseong nods, amused and slightly aroused at the distaste you have for his wife. It's fucked up, he knows it is, but he just can't help it. The jealousy in your eyes at the mere mention of his wife was enough to drive him crazy. He loves that you hate her, and how envious you were of her; so desperate to be his wife instead.

"I suppose that's true; but if she calls, just forward her over to me, yeah?"

You don't respond, blatantly ignoring him as you open a new Google tab on your desktop and search 'avg cost of divorce south korea'.

Jongseong leans over, eyes lighting up in a mixture of surprise and amusement as he peeks at your screen, "You're funny, YN," he says, biting back a laugh.

"I'm not joking."

"I know," he stands, shoving his hands into his pockets, "that's the best part. I'll ping you if I need anything."

You nod, chin resting in the palm of your head as you continue to stare at your computer. The results of your Google search were anticlimactic, not one direct answer on the average cost of divorce. Just your luck.

Jongseong discretely glances around the office, making sure all other employees were occupied with their own tasks before leaning down and tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, the sudden action causing you to stare up at him wide-eyed and raise a confused brow at him.

"And you let me know if you need anything, okay? Anything at all." He says, voice dropping to barely above a whisper.

Music to your ears, really, having Jongseong at your disposal while his own wife would have to fight tooth and nail to even speak to him today. It's a dream come true.

You clear your throat, adjusting your glasses as you straighten your posture, "Okay."

Jongseong smiles down at you one last time before turning on his heels and making his way down the hall and into his office.

A few minutes have gone by when you receive a message.

Jongseong Park [ 10:20 am ] : Around 1-5M KRW, higher if there are any court battles involved.

You [ 10:20 am ] : noted :)

Of course she'd show up to his workplace, so fucking relentless.

You can't really blame her, not being able to call or text Jongseong all day only to have his personal secretary dodge any calls made to the office surely would drive you crazy. Still, she has a lot of nerve.

"Sir, your wife is here," you grit into the phone, glaring daggers at said wife, Park Yunjin, as she scrolls on her phone.

"Shit, should've known," he sighs, "I'll be out in a few, just finishing something up."

You don't bother saying goodbye, slamming the phone down so hard that it startles Yunjin and a few of your coworkers. "He'll be out shortly."

Yunjin smiles, "Thank you, I got kinda worried when I wasn't able to get in touch with him, you know?"

Not interested in making small-talk with Yunjin, your responses to her are limited to hums and polite nods, fighting the urge to slam your head on your desk while ripping your hair out.

After what feels like an eternity, Jongseong finally emerges from his office and calls out for Yunjin, holding back a smile at the sight of the two of you being in the same vicinity.

Yunjin turns, cocking her head to the side with an annoyed look on her face, "Are you busy?"

Jongseong shakes his head, "Not at the moment, come in," he says, pushing his office door wide enough for her to enter.

Adjusting the purse on her arm, Yunjin makes her way down the hall and into the office, glancing at you over her shoulder one last time as she does so. She's suspicious of you, that much was obvious. You're much younger than her, obviously attractive, and the only other person who spends as much time with Jongseong as she does. You know him like the back of your hand, while she could barely get her husband to open up to her.

She has every right to be suspicious, though, considering you are fucking her husband behind her back.

Thirty minutes have passed when Yunjin finally exits his office, her expression unreadable as she shuts the door behind her, strutting out of the office without so much as a glance in your general direction.

Your eyes follow her every movement, staring so intently that you nearly miss the newest messages from Jongseong.

Jongseong Park [ 3:54 pm ] : Are you able to stay a little longer tonight? Need your help with some stuff.

Jongseong Park [ 3:55 pm ] : Dinner on me as an apology for the inconvenience

You [ 3:58 pm ] : of course, whatever u need :)

You don’t think much of it when you slip into Jongseong’s office later that evening.

He doesn’t bring up the incident with his wife and neither do you, opting to engage in light, easygoing topics as you help your boss complete his workload. It wasn’t much besides transferring over data into excel and responding to some emails, surely not enough work that required staying after hours, but Jongseong’s promise of a free dinner was enough to intrigue you.

And the fact that you’d be spending time alone with him, of course, free of your coworker’s wandering eyes and his wife’s disruptive behavior.

Your remaining coworkers had finally left for the evening, stopping by Jongseong’s office to briefly wish the two of you a good night and a safe trip home.

It’s around seven p.m. when you’re finally finishing up the excel sheet, your tired eyes carefully inspecting each and every corner of the screen, double-checking for any minor errors.

“Almost done?” Jongseong asks, swiveling in his office chair to face you.

You nod, offering him your laptop, “Think so, just need you to look it over.”

Taking the laptop from your hands, Jongseong looks over the screen for half a second before shutting it and handing it back to you. “Looks good to me. Get on the desk.”

You pause, mouth falling open as Jongseong begins to loosen to tie, “Wait, can I expl-”

He crosses the short distance between your seat and his, snatching the laptop from your grip as he forces you to stand, “No more excuses.”

Tossing the MacBook onto your now empty chair, Jongseong hoists you up on his desk, his rough, calloused hands bunching up your skirt until it’s settled around your waist. He doesn’t even give you time to prepare, sliding your thong down and off your legs with a quick yank of his hand.

He lowers himself before you, knees hitting the carpet as he becomes eye level with your cunt. Jongseong gathers a wad of saliva in his mouth, staring straight at you through hooded eyes as he spits directly on your pussy.

You shiver, swearing under your breath as he rubs the saliva onto your folds, “Think you’re so fucking funny, huh? Trying to upset my wife.”

Ugh, there he goes again talking about his stupid fucking wife.

“She’s a distraction, you got so much done today without her bitching in your ear.” You plead, gripping onto Jongseong’s desk with your eyes squeezed shut as he slips a thick finger into your hole.

It’s true, Jongseong had managed to get a lot more work done today than usual now that his wife wasn’t distracting him. Still, he can’t admit that, your ego was already big enough as it is. He’s sure if he inflated it any further your head would explode.

He teases a second finger at your entrance, amused at how easily it slides in from his wet you’ve gotten; it hadn’t even been five minutes and his hand is practically drenched because of you. “Doesn’t matter, you should’ve listened when I said to forward her calls. She already doesn’t like you and you just made it worse.”

Yunjin seeing you as a potential threat had you over the moon, a wicked grin on your face that only pissed Jongseong off further.

His fingers thrust in and out of you at a pace he’s never used before; he’s rough, flustered, and downright mad. His eyes narrow up at you, pulling his fingers out of you entirely to deliver a harsh smack on your clit.

Your body jolts, the sting of the slap sending an unfamiliar, yet arousing, shockwave throughout your body. You’re suddenly grateful that all the other employees have gone home for the evening, because the loud miss that escapes your lips surely would’ve had them running to HR.

Jongseong doesn’t even give you time to recover or process what’s happening, a smug look on his face now that he’s successfully wiped the cocky smirk off of yours. He leans forward, plump lips wrapping around your already swollen clit, swirling his tongue around it as he tugs it into his mouth.

He spits again, using his tongue to mix his saliva with your wetness to make a mess of your cunt. ”That’s funny to you? That you just made shit worse?”

You nod eagerly, another painful slap being delivered to your cunt as a result. You jolt again, tears welling up in your eyes as your back arches off his desk. He rotates between aggressively lapping at your clit, thrusting a third finger into your sopping hole, and delivering more slaps to your cunt, each smack harder than the last, leaving your entire body quivering.

By the seventh slap, the knot in your belly finally snaps, a loud slew of sweats falling from your lips as you come on the palm of Jongseong’s hand.

He doesn’t even give you the chance to catch your breath, standing as he shoves various paperwork and other miscellaneous items off his desk before forcing you on your back.

“I hope it was fucking worth it,” he grumbles, undoing his belt and zipper.

You nod, “It was.”

“Shut the fuck up.” He says, punctuating his sentence with another smack to your cunt. Your body is still spasming from your orgasm, the aching sensation between your thighs only adding to the overstimulation.

He pulls down his trousers and boxers in a swift movement, fully-hardened cock smacking straight against his abdomen. He pumps himself a few times before aligning his tip against your entrance, not giving you any time to prepare or adjust to his size before plummeting himself into you with a harsh thrust.

You cry out Jongseong’s name, back arching off his desk as you reach to hold onto his shoulders. His fingers move to your clit, rubbing harsh circles as he picks up his already fast and aggressive pace.

He’s relentless, fucking into you as if you were his own personal pocket pussy. There’s no doubt Yunjin would let him do this shit to her.

He takes your hand, pressing it down on your own abdomen as he pushes himself inside of you. Even from the outside you can feel his cock bulging into you. “You feel me right there?” He asks, breathless.

You nod wordlessly, a tear trickling from your eye as you do so. Jongseong leans down, unintentionally pressing himself further into you as he kisses the tear away, “You okay?”

You nod again, cupping Jongseong’s face with your hands before bringing him down to kiss you. It’s soft and sensual, making your heart rate increase as he tilts his head to allow himself further into your mouth.

Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling his body closer and furthering his cock deeper into your pussy. He swears under his breath, pulling away to press open-mouth, wet kisses on your neck and cheek. He stills for a moment, enjoying the feeling of your warmth wrapping around him as he’s peppering kisses across your collarbone.

He grabs your hand, interlocking your fingers together before thrusting into you again. He starts off slow this time, seemingly relishing in the feeling of your cum coating his cock.

He doesn’t let up after that, his thrusts becoming much harsher than what you expected, so rough that you’re nervous he may break the wooden desk supporting both of your weight.

“Fuck,” he groans, tip of his cock practically slamming into your g-spot, “gonna cum.”

“Please,” you beg, eyes fluttering shut as your second orgasm approaches.

Jongseong opens his eyes, taking note of your smudged makeup and how fucked-out you look. “Want me to cum inside you, huh? Fill you up until you’re nice and pregnant with my baby?”

You nod embarrassingly because you do want that, to be able to carry Jongseong ‘s child, clinging to his side to let everyone know it was him that did this to you.

He shakes his head with a chuckle, “Fucking knew it.”

That exchange seems to be enough to drive him to his orgasm, because a few seconds later he’s spilling himself inside of you, thick, white ropes of cum coating your insides. It’s the most he’s ever came, chest heaving with exhaustion as he catches his breath.

You’re only a few seconds behind him, ironically calling out for God as your own orgasm hits you.

His office goes quiet, the only sounds being your staggered breath along with his overhead ceiling fan.

Jongseong pulls himself out of you, immediately shoving two fingers inside your hole to keep his cum from drilling out of your pussy. Your body jolts again as you let out a pathetic, “Jongseong, please.”

“Not letting it go to waste.” He says simply, using his thumb to rub small circles on your clit. “Besides, you said you wanted me to fill you up right?”

“Yeah,” you whisper.

“Good,” he groans, “now lie on your stomach.”

[wysteria-bloom]

▨ "our child is an angel"

JJK characters when called into teacher's office about their child

Characters : gojo, toji, nanami, sukuna

Genre : fluff, crack

Warnings : I use female pronouns

A/n : Toji is not a deadbeat dad in this one because yeah. Wish he was canonical a hot dilf but we can never get what we want where Gege is concerned 😟

⟢ gojo satoru ␥

"When your son was asked to wait to go to the bathroom, he replied 'I will pee on your floor then bitch.'" The teacher spoke solemnly.

Satoru immediately snorted which you gave him a death glare for, pinching his thigh harshly.

You frowned," Well, before I question why the teacher denied bathroom privileges..." you turned to your husband. Your son was pouting next to you both, looking away with narrowed eyes," That doesn't sound like him at all, does it Satoru?"

Satoru immediately agreed with you, shaking his head," N-no. Not at all. Who taught you that language, kiddo?"

His son looked at him with a betrayed expression, pointing at him accusingly "YOU did!" He exclaimed.

Satoru's smile was pained as you slowly turned your head to him, eyebrows furrowing,"... Thank you for your time, Mrs. Fiyumi. I will have a stern talking. With BOTH of them." Then you gave her the brightest smile," I think it's all the candy they've been eating, I think maybe it's time to cut down on it all, yeah?"

The teacher nodded in agreement with a knowing smile," Yes, I agree."

The two males simultaneously slouched back into their chairs with loud groans which they covered up with coughs when you glared at them.

Satoru mustered a charming grin, settling a loving hand on your shoulder," I've been meaning to go on a diet anyways, haha..."

You rolled your eyes and patted his hand with yours in a pitying way," shut up, my love."

"Dad! Grow a backbone, you lanky idiot!" Your son scoffed out disapprovingly.

The white-haired man's charming grin fell instantly and he glared beneath his glasses," shut up you-"

⟢ nanami kento ␥

"Yes, your daughter got into a fight with one of the boys and managed to split his lip." The teacher gestured to the little girl in the chair who was sitting oh so politely.

Nanami hummed lowly, brows furrowed," not good." He said with that disappointed drawl to his tone that could make anybody curl into themselves with shame, his own daughter cringing to herself.

You merely raised a brow at your daughter," That right? So she won?" You asked bluntly.

A warm hand settled on your knee, squeezing lovingly and as a warning," not the point, love." Nanami grunted out disapprovingly.

The girl grinned with her cute gap-tooth, blue eyes glinting with pride as she looked to her mother," I won!!" She chirped," he pulled my hair so I split his lip!"

Her parents stared on in silence before Nanami gave her a small smile filled with warmth," Good girl."

⟢ ryomen sukuna ␥

"Your daughter punched Midori-"

Sukuna held up a hand," Don't need to hear it. Let's go." He began to stand up, tugging his little girl by the hood of her hoodie.

You shook your head in disapproval at your husband and looked to the teacher," I'm sorry, can you give me more context?"

Sukuna scoffed," Babe. Its obviously about that rich kid again. The little shit who bullies her? Yeah. Don't give a fuck. I'm proud of my fuckin' daughter." He glared at the teacher and walked out of the room with his daughter following anxiously behind.

Your eye twitched before you stood up slowly, offering a pained smile to lighten the load," well, you heard the man. Thanks." You left as well, not before tugging on your husband's ear like a mother and giving your girl a kiss on the forehead and a promise of ice cream.

Sukuna crouched down to her level and pinched his daughter's cheek with a bored expression, eyes glinting in amusement at the sight of her nose scrunching up at the actions," Next time? Put her through endless torture and misery. I can teach you a few techniques--"

You had to step in before your husband created a potential serial killer.

⟢ fushiguro toji ␥

"Megumi got into a fight aga-"

Toji let out an obnoxiously loud yawn, wiping away the sleepy dust from his eyes as his wife fretted over their son's messy black hair.

"Ugh, I swear your hair drives me crazy, Megs. You definitely didn't get it from my genes." You muttered as you tried to smooth out the strands.

Megumi merely sighed and pushed your hands away with an uncomfortable frown etched onto his face," Mom. Listen to Mrs. Fiyumi." He scolded lightly.

"I am, I am." You whined to him, turning to face the teacher with a frown on your lips.

"You too, dad."

Toji blinked at his son before scoffing," I was, I was." He let out a fatherly grunt as he sat straight in his chair, large hand resting on your thigh as he did, looking to the teacher in boredom.

The teacher cleared her throat, giving the small child a thankful nod for keeping his parents in check," As I was saying, little Megumi got into a fight with a boy yesterday. This behaviour seems very unlike him, so I was just worried if there's anything going on at home lately that's stressing him out?"

Megumi's brows furrowed but he didn't open his mouth, sitting politely in his chair. You hummed," Well, I suppose he hasn't been getting a good amount of sleep lately. But that's all I can think of." You settled a hand on your husband's that was caressing your thigh gently.

Toji hummed," just apologise, Megs. An' we'll be on our way." He grumbled to his son, waving his free hand dismissively.

Megumi cleared his throat and stood up, bowing to his teacher, which shocked her a little," I'm sorry, Mrs. Fiyumi. I won't hit anyone again." When he stood to his full-height, he looked her straight in the eye," I hope your failed marriage is getting better." He stated in such a polite and genuine manner.

Toji bursted out laughing - cackling like a witch whilst you stared at your son in complete horror, tugging his hair scoldingly.

[nuge]

what went right on the power play unit tonight?

leon draisaitl | POST-RAW | 03.13.2024

[ennabear]

ʕ≧ᴥ≦ʔ dreaming about sevika fucking you on shimmer… 18+

while sevika tends to have a pretty gruff exterior— that resting bitch face, giant metal arm, six feet of pure muscle, and deep, husky voice— as soon as she gets some shimmer in her system, it’s like a switch is flipped and she’s suddenly so much lighter.

sure, she only really uses it for an adrenaline boost, but times like these are her favorite— when she gets to play around with it. although it’s a little bit freaky, the way her arm twitches and rattles as it guzzles the shimmer down, it’s so beautiful. she’s so beautiful. the way it illuminates her pretty dark scars, sending a shock of neon purple down her body that perfectly compliments the brown and gold of her skin and arm.

she notices you staring, eyes practically turning into hearts as you watch. soon enough, she’s on top of the world, forgetting about all of her phantom pains and the bitches in the past who’ve wronged her. she grins lasciviously, “you ready?”

and she’s got you on your knees in an instant, ripping your underwear in two before you can protest. she yanks the fly of her pants down, her lengthy cock springing out hungrily. no matter how much you assure her you’re ready, how much you beg her to start fucking you, she still follows it with a “you sure? ‘cause we’re not stopping ‘til i’m done.”

then she slips inside you abruptly, sparing you only a few milliseconds to adjust before she’s pounding into you. you swear the whole building shakes with her thrusts, it’s one of the last thoughts you have before you get fucked completely stupid. her mech hand comes up to grip at your shoulder, steadying herself as she gets lost in the pleasure.

something animalistic awakens in her, a string of drool dripping onto your back as she smacks her hips into you. “you like it when i fuck you like this?” she taunts, knowing you’re already too far gone to respond. she chuckles at your silence, assuming the way you grab at her mech hand is a yes.

it’s so cute how she gets with some shimmer in her system. she’s growling behind you, saliva dripping down her face onto her neck, laughing and giggling at something only god knows. you understand how refreshing it must be for her to completely lose herself, let the pleasure take over for a while, forget about all responsibilities and only focus on you.

before she can even register it, you’re squirting around her. she snaps out of her daze as you groan at the overstimulation, bending down to sink her teeth into your neck. “sevika!! b-be nice.” you plead. she smirks wolfishly, licking up a bead of blood from your neck as she, too, tips over the edge.

she only pauses for a brief moment to catch her breath before flipping you over completely. her once silver eyes are now a soft lavender, and there’s a faint sheen of sweat casted over her skin that makes her look like she’s sparkling. her arm twists and zaps a little as it reloads, another vial of shimmer draining itself into her.

one of your favorite smiles creeps up onto her face, showing off her tooth gap. you almost melt. god, she’s so adorable. you giggle, fully aware that sevika’s using every ounce of self control to give you a moment to rest.

“ready for round two?” she chuckles, although you can hear the desperation in her voice. you yank your shirt off of your head, leaning forward to capture her lips in a heated kiss before she can grab at your chest. “ready when you are.”

[brbsoulnomming]

Heart On Your Sleeve Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2

written for steddiebigbang2024 and belatedly posting here!

-----

Dustin shows up at his house the next morning.

"You have a concussion," Dustin says when Steve answers the door.

Steve squints at him. "Did you get your medical license when I wasn't looking?"

Dustin rolls his eyes. "Haha, very funny. Are you going to let me in?"

Steve doesn't really have a reason not to.

All right, well, he's got several reasons not to, starting with the fact that Steve isn't actually feeling so great and ending with Dustin being like thirteen and somehow always around when the world is ending.

But Steve is lonely, and feeling kind of pathetic, and none of them seem like good enough reasons, so he opens the door and lets Dustin in.

"From my mom," Dustin says, setting down a Tupperware of brownies on the coffee table.

Steve immediately knows he's made the right decision, taking a massive bite of chocolate, fudgy heaven. It's only after he's devoured one and he turns to Dustin to ask him to tell his mom thanks that he sees that Dustin's plopped his heart onto the coffee table, too.

"Hearts out, Steve," Dustin says matter-of-factly.

"Why?" Steve bitches. "What do you even need to look at it for?"

"You're in the Party now! Party rules, you have to show your heart before you can get your walkie," Dustin says.

Steve pulls a face, and immediately regrets it as it makes his eye and nose burst with pain. "Who says I even want to be in your party?"

Dustin's face falls. "Don't you?" he asks, sounding hesitant and uncertain.

It makes Steve's resolve crumble immediately.

"How about we start with friends?" Steve offers.

The kid's face lights up at that, giving him a gap toothed smile, but then he nudges his heart closer to Steve and looks at him expectantly.

Steve sighs and takes his own heart out, wincing a little as the motion twinges his bruised ribs. He sets it on the table next to Dustin's.

"There you go," Steve mutters.

Now that the light's better, he can see a hole right in the middle of Dustin's heart. It's small, but it goes all the way through, and it makes Steve's own heart give a soft pulse in empathy.

Dustin catches it, looks up to follow Steve's gaze, and drops his eyes. "My dad," Dustin mutters.

"Hey," Steve says softly, reaching out without even thinking about it to turn his heart a little.

There's two overlapping holes in the same place on his own heart, and Steve rubs his thumb over them, biting the inside of his cheek at the way it still prompts a soft echo of longing. "My parents," he tells Dustin.

Dustin looks around, like he's only just now realizing that there's been no sign of them since he rang the doorbell. "Oh," he says, soft and full of understanding.

It's honestly the most understanding he's ever received about his parents choosing to be mostly absent from his life, which makes him feel kind of pathetic, but also makes his heart warm in a way he's not sure it ever has before.

Dustin reaches out, stopping just short of touching Steve's heart as he gestures to the jagged line cutting through it.

"Nancy?" Dustin asks.

Steve's jaw sets.

He doesn't want to talk about it.

Dustin seems to take that as answer enough, though, because he just goes back to eagerly examining both of their hearts. Steve's is bigger than his - of course it is, because Dustin is thirteen, but they're both the same deep, vibrant red, and they both beat strong and steady.

It's barely any time before they're beating in unison.

Dustin looks back up at him, beaming that wide, goofy smile of his. "Cool," he proclaims.

—

Every time Dustin comes over after that - and it's a lot, honestly, Steve still doesn't know what to make of it - he plops his heart onto the coffee table and waits expectantly until Steve takes his out and puts it next to Dustin's.

They never touch each other's hearts, they never even talk about it, but at least twice a week Steve's able to breathe a little easier, able to actually relax.

—

He waits at the picnic table in the woods after school on his first day back.

Munson looks bored at first when he gets there, but then he does a double take, like Steve's injuries are worse now than they were at lunch.

Or maybe it's just that he's up close now, instead of on the other side of the cafeteria, or maybe it's just that Steve's tired and in pain and he doesn't give a shit about pretending like he isn't.

“Jesus Christ, Harrington,” Munson mutters, dropping his lunchbox on the table.

Steve shrugs. “I'd say you should see the other guy, but everyone did already.”

Munson is looking at him with suspicion, eyes narrowed as he takes him in. Steve wonders if he doesn't buy the story that's been floating around, if it's too easy to see that he and Hargrove both look pretty fucking bad for just blowing off steam and getting carried away.

Wonders if he'll call him on it.

Munson's expression smooths out, though, and he flips the lunchbox lid open. “How much do you want?”

Steve's eyes flick down to the chains on Munson's leather jacket, but no heart there today. Not that he could see anything if it was - Munson's been wearing his heart pinned to his jacket off and on since the last half of Steve's freshman year, but it's always wrapped up tight in chains or leather so that no one could get more than a glimpse of it.

Everyone said it was a flaunt of defiance against tradition and a way he could cheat people in his deals while maintaining the appearance of a fair exchange, but Steve always kind of figured it was just because he was tired of people demanding to see it whenever he sold to them while being reluctant to show theirs.

That, and it was like everything else Eddie Munson did - loud and in your face and purposefully drawing attention to what he wanted you to see, while guarding what he didn't close to his chest.

Steve's never bothered with attempting a mutual show of hearts the handful of times he's bought from Munson before - they aren't exactly new business partners, not even the first time he actually bought from Munson himself, and frankly Steve's never needed to see Munson's heart to know he's trustworthy enough that he's not going to give him bad shit, even if he does overcharge him.

But today's different.

He gently pops open his own chest, ignoring the faint twinge of his ribs, and takes his heart out, setting it on the table next to Munson's lunchbox.

Munson's eyes widen for a moment before his jaw sets, lips thinning out in a flat line as he looks down at Steve's heart and then back up to his face. “What the hell is this?”

“My heart,” Steve replies evenly.

Munson looks unimpressed. “I'm not showing you mine.”

“I didn't ask you to,” Steve says, unable to stop himself even though he knows he's being kind of a dick.

Munson looks at him for a moment. Then, “Whatever. How much do you want?”

Steve opens his mouth to say he isn't here to buy today, but - actually, no, he could probably use some weed to dull the pain and help him sleep. It's routine for a moment, both of them ignoring Steve's heart beating on the table next to them as they make the trade, until Steve's baggie is tucked inside his jacket and Munson's shoving cash into the back pocket of his jeans.

“Pleasure doing business with you, Your Majesty,” Munson says, doing a little bow.

“Munson, wait,” Steve says.

Munson straightens, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Hargrove tried to blame this on you.” Steve gestures at his face. “Told me you sold him some bad shit.”

Munson goes very, very still. His eyes flick down to Steve's heart, so quick that Steve's not sure he would have noticed it if he wasn't watching Munson so closely.

“That so?” Munson asks. There isn't an edge in his voice - if anything, there's such a quiet neutrality to those two words that it almost feels more dangerous than if he'd tried to put a warning in them.

Eddie Munson's never scared Steve the way he does half the school - honestly, shitty as it is, Steve doesn't exactly think of him all that much - but there's no denying that Munson is no pushover. He can't tell if Munson is afraid, or angry, or just itching for a fight, but Steve didn't come here to freak him out.

He holds his hands up, palm out, and purposefully drags his gaze down to where his heart is beating calm and steady. “I don't believe him.”

Munson looks down at Steve's heart, lingering for a moment before darting back up. His expression is still unreadable. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because he said he was going to spread it around, that you were lacing your stuff with something,” Steve says. “I'm pretty sure I convinced him it was a bad idea, but just in case.”

“You convinced him it was a bad idea,” Munson repeats flatly.

Steve shrugs. “I told him he should be nicer to you, that you always sell me the good shit.”

That gets a little snort out of Munson, startled and almost amused, and Steve grins at him.

“It won't be hard to tack that onto the rumor if he tries to spread it,” Steve says. “So you should be safe.”

Just like that, the amusement in Munson's expression is gone. “Yeah?” he asks, disdain clear in his voice. “And why does King Steve give a shit if I'm safe?”

It's an obvious challenge, and for just a moment - for just a moment, Steve wants to tell him.

To tell him how the King Steve shit first came about because Carol loved fairy tales when they were little and his parents were gone so much that Tommy called him king of the castle, that he has tons of people who call him their friend but the only people who come close to understanding him are his ex, her new boyfriend, and a gaggle of middle schoolers who're waiting for him to come pick them up.

That he's more tired than any seventeen year old should ever be.

“What kind of king would I be if I didn't protect my people?” he says instead of any of that, refusing to look at whatever his heart is doing.

It's high school, it's politics, it's bullshit, but it's still a game he has to play for a little longer.

Munson is watching his heart, now, and whatever he sees makes something complicated cross his face. For a moment, Steve picks up a hint of longing, but it's gone by the time he looks back up.

“Well then,” he says, wide grin back in place as he bows again. “Consider this court jester protected, Your Majesty.”

—

The phone rings at one am a few days later.

He isn't asleep - had been, earlier, but a nightmare had tipped him quickly into wakefulness, and he hadn't gone back - so he answers it almost immediately.

Nothing good comes from one am phone calls.

“How many teeth do you think those things have?” Max demands without so much as a hello.

“I don't know,” Steve bitches before he's thought better of it. “You want to come over and count the bite marks on my leg?”

There's silence for a moment.

“Yeah,” Max says, and Steve's gut twists.

“It's one in the morning, Mayfield,” he says. “What are you going to do, skate over? It's dark and cold as shit out there.”

“Didn't stop us at the junkyard,” she shoots back.

He's quiet for a moment. Then, “I'll pick you up.”

She snorts. “You're going to show up at my house at one am and pick me up? Yeah, that'll be a great look for you.”

“Then it looks like you're out of luck, and you'll have to pick out the teeth marks on my leg tomorrow.”

She doesn't say anything for a while. He doesn't rush her, just settles back with the phone tucked between his shoulder and his ear.

“Why'd you do it?” she asks eventually.

“I ask myself that about a lot of things,” he replies. “Which one?”

He half expects another snappy retort, but her voice just goes even quieter.

“Put yourself in front of me. Stand up to him.”

Oh.

“I don't need protecting,” she adds, and yeah, there's the attitude.

“I know you don't need it,” he says, even though that's a lie. She does need it, they all do. “I know you can look out for yourself.”

That's not a lie.

“But you shouldn't have to. You should have someone who'll look out for you.”

She scoffs. “And that's going to be you?”

He shrugs, even though she can't see it, and it hurts a little. “Why not?”

She's quiet again. “You don't even know me.”

He does, is the thing. He knows the way her eyes looked when she said Billy was going to kill her, he knows not being able to rely on the people you should count on most, even if it's not the same.

He knows how he felt the summer before high school, when his father finally grew too frustrated with waiting for Steve's heart to change, how he picked it up and nearly threw it across the room. He knows the sound of his mother yelling, how viciously they fought. How his father never touched him or his heart again, but Steve now knew what lurked behind his eyes when he smiled too big.

He knows how his mother has looked at him with disappointment more times than anything else, after that.

But he doesn't say any of that. Instead, he says, “So let's change that. Skate park or arcade tomorrow?”

“What?” she asks, clearly thrown.

“After you're done staring at my leg wound and counting teeth like a creep,” he clarifies. “Am I taking you to the skate park or the arcade?”

“Hawkins doesn't have a skate park,” she says dismissively. “It has abandoned parking lots and dirt holes.”

He waits.

“Arcade,” she says. “And I want popcorn.”

—

His walkie flares to life at night, sometimes.

After the first time, he leaves it on a different channel than their usual one - makes sure the kids know which one it is, if they need to use it - and sometimes, they do.

Okay, more than sometimes. It's not like Steve's sleeping all that well, though, so he doesn't mind when it happens almost every night for a few weeks.

“Steve, you awake? Over,” Lucas says one night.

“Yeah, I'm up,” he mutters into the walkie. Then, after a moment's pause, “Over.”

There's silence, and that wakes him up more than the walkie itself had.

“Lucas?” he asks.

“What if you weren't there?” Lucas says.

“What?” Steve asks.

“At the junkyard. With Billy. What if you weren't there?”

“But I was,” Steve says, frowning.

“I know, but what if you weren't?”

Steve sits up, rubs at his eyes a little. “I'll always be there when you guys need me, okay?”

“You can't promise that!” If it was Dustin or Mike it might have been an angry bite, but Lucas just sounds frustrated. Maybe even a little scared.

“Sure I can,” Steve argues, even though he kind of knows Lucas is right. “I have the walkie, right? You guys call me, and bada bing bada boom, I'm there.”

Lucas is quiet for a moment. “Are you still trying to get Nancy back?”

“What? No, of course not. Why?”

“Dustin said you were bringing flowers to Nancy when he made you help him look for Dart.”

Right, of course he did. Do these kids keep any secrets from each other?

“This isn't about Nancy, okay? This is about you guys. I showed my heart to Dustin and I have my walkie and everything, doesn't that mean I'm in your party?”

“You actually want to be in the Party?” Lucas asks, sounding skeptical. “But you're Steve Harrington.”

“What's that supposed to mean?” Steve asks.

“Aren't you way too cool to hang out with us?” Lucas retorts.

This is - quickly becoming a conversation that Steve doesn't really want to have over a walkie talkie at past midnight on a school night. He huffs out a frustrated breath of air, then pushes the talk button on the walkie again.

“This weekend. Arcade or shooting hoops?”

There's a pause. Then, “Really?”

Steve swallows down his urge to be a dick. “Yeah. Really.”

“Basketball. The park?” Lucas asks.

“Nah, we can use the hoop in my driveway. Come on by whenever.”

—

Lucas is good. Unpracticed, especially at any kind of teamwork, but good. Steve has to be careful, with his injuries, but they still get some good work in, and it's fun.

It's not until they're finished and raiding the kitchen for some snacks that he asks, “So what was that about, a few days ago?”

Lucas noisily pops open his can of New Coke, and takes such a long drink that Steve's pretty sure he's doing it to avoid answering. Steve just raises an eyebrow.

“Nancy used to hang out with us,” Lucas says, almost reluctantly. “She even played D&D with us a couple of times. Then she went to high school, and then she started dating you, and suddenly she's too cool to hang out with us. Then - then everything with Will, the first time, and she promised Mike they'd spend more time together, but she didn't. Just kept dating you.”

That's - a lot. He hadn't known that about Nancy, except that she wasn't as close with Mike as she wanted to be, that she didn't know how to talk to him about everything that happened. He thinks about protesting that hey, he's the one who got Nancy to talk to Mike about Will - and had to be a part of it, ugh - but again, he's trying not to be a dick.

“So you're, what, worried that I goaded Nancy into not hanging with you guys?”

Lucas makes a face at him. “No, Nancy doesn't do anything she doesn't want to do. I believe you that you'll be here if we need you for Upside Down stuff again, but why would you hang out with us for the in between?”

That's a fair question. He wants to be flippant, wants to deflect with something like because Dustin keeps showing up at my house and won't leave me alone, but -

He remembers how terrified Lucas looked with Billy pinning him against the cabinet. He kind of wonders if anyone's talked to him about it, or if it got lumped in with all the other weird terrifying shit going on.

“Because it isn't always Upside Down stuff,” Steve says softly.

Lucas goes quiet. “El says Hopper told her you guys fixed it so Billy would leave us alone.”

“I think Max did that well enough, but yeah, Hop and I had a plan.”

“How?” Lucas asks.

Bullshit, is how, Steve wants to say, but he doesn't. “Billy's on the basketball team, and he wants to stay on the basketball team.”

Lucas frowns. “So?”

“So I've been on the team longer than him. Coach knows me better, the guys are used to looking to me. Well - some of them.” In all fairness, the basketball team's been kind of split - some of them gravitating to him, some to Billy, some trickling back and forth like kids with divorced parents.

“So… you're one of the cool kids, and you like us, so the more douchebag ones stay away from us?” Lucas asks.

Steve's nose scrunches a little as he considers that, but it's… not wrong. “Yeah, I guess so. Most of them are good guys, they don't like bullying anymore than I do. It doesn't stop the ones who are assholes from doing it where we can't see it, but it helps.”

Lucas looks like he's considering that for a long moment, until finally he nods.

Steve thinks that's the end of it, but later, as Lucas is heading out to leave, he asks, “So what happens if you're not there, and you can't see it?”

Steve resists the temptation to pinch the bridge of his nose - mostly because he knows it'll hurt like hell.

“The Y is offering self defense classes,” he says, when he's gotten himself under control. “I was thinking about taking one. You in?”

Lucas is in.

This is already written, and my plan is to post one part a day until it's all up here!

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Part 4

Taglist (always happy to add more to this if anyone wants): @fairytalesreality @lostonceandneverfound @wheneverfeasible @awkwardgravity1 @theintrovertedintrovert @ravenfrog @scarlet-malfoy

[muckleberryjam]

0-8-0-0-H-O-T-G-I-R-L-Z

U want more Calientes? <<click click click>>

I've been so desperate to get this lookbook out!!! Just before my laptop went kaput, I'd finished collating all Nina's skin details and I mean, just LOOK at her. Although I have to hold my hands up and say EA actually fixed her pretty well, much more respectful to TS2. AND I think I've managed to capture a resemblance to Katrina??

I was 🤏 to giving her the traditional black tank/pink cargos combo but I ended up making too many other looks that I liked more! Turns out you can express hopeless romantic sporty girl many other ways who'da though?

nina wears • half up hair @sunivaa • curly bun @simstrouble • blow out @daylifesims • teeth @yooniesim

muy caliente • dress @belaloallure3 • necklace @gorillax3-cc • bracelets (left) @rustys-cc • bracelet (right) @madlensims • shoes @jius-sims

with bows on • tee @joliebean • bows @thatonegreenleaf • earrings ('gemma') @pralinesims • necklace @serenity-cc

shopping in the kids section • tee @serenity-cc • bra @sentate • jeans @greenllamas • panties @caio-cc • earrings @joliebean • necklace ('lucky one') @pralinesims • bag @/murphy-sims • scrunchie @/ea grunge revival • trainers @jius-sims

cargo space? no, car go road • tank @belaloallure3 • bra @sentate • cargos @clumsyalienn • hat @serenity-cc • glasses @arethabee • earrings @cakenoodles • necklace @yuyulie • scrunchie @/ea grunge revival • rings @christopher067 • trainers @/maddieeddie

alyssa i'm sorry i called you a gap toothed bitch • jumpsuit @sentate • glasses @laeska • necklace @clumsyalienn• nails @nsves • ring @/ea lovestruck

👉👈 • boob tube @arethabee • jeans @belaloallure3 • thong @cubersims • necklace @nsves • bangles & ring @marsmerizing-sims • trainers @caio-cc

[blorbocedes]

BROCEDES! ROOMMATE AU + UNEXPECTED VIRGIN!

‘Take a shot if your body count is more than 5!’

Most of the crowd drinks, even those with obviously shifty eyes and guilty demeanours. Lewis drinks.

He was coursemates with Adrian the previous semester and had to hear his bitching and moaning about the bitches he gets – the lack thereof, spots him drinking too. Nico’s standing at the end of the couch, expensive loafers careful to step around the sticky spilled beer.

He nurses his red solo cup, untouched. Lewis frowns.

‘Take a shot if your body count is double digits!’

Fewer people drink this time. The crowd goes ‘ooh’ at the ones who do. Technically, Lewis’ is 7 – 8 if you count the blowjob and her getting her period at the last second, opting out. But college athletes have a reputation to maintain, so Lewis finishes off his cup.

This time, Nico is watching him. Smiles when their eyes meet and does a mock salute, lips still not grazing his drink.

What the fuck? What could it be? It bothers Lewis that Nico’s not being honest. He's seen Nico half-lidded hanging off some guy’s arm at a party or cuddled into some girl to know better. Although, since Nico has access to all the population instead of 50%, it would make sense if his count is twice as high.

A pretty girl in a low cut top and blonde highlights taps Lewis on the arm to dance with her, and all thoughts of his roommate and how many people he fucks are forgotten.

A few hours later, the party has died down. Cold pizza and the music is less in-your-face, more indie. A small group gather on the floor playing the laziest truth or dare with a half empty bottle of Bacardi. The guy beside Nico is in an obnoxious leather jacket and tight pants, and his hand rests on Nico’s thigh.

It falls on Lewis.

“So… Lew-iss,” Natalie? maybe asks, voice slurring a little. “Do you remember when you first met Nico?”

Nico raises an interested eyebrow. Of course he remembers. However, Lewis is aware they asked the question because people think him and Nico are secretly hooking up because they live together, and since Nico’s seen with everyone. His teammate Felipe and his girlfriend are within earshot.

“Nah, man. I don't remember shit like that. I remember when I like, lost my virginity.” Lewis offers as bait.

Nico frowns, it's cute on him. Brows wrinkled up.

Naomi(!) bites. “Tell us about how you lost your virginity.”

“That's two questions.” Lewis leans back, flashing his most charming gap-toothed smile. Everyone's too drunk to keep track of whose turn it is.

Nico disappears off with Mr. Skinny Jeans.

It's a little while later when Lewis has smoked a spliff to clear his head, rejecting the blonde highlights girl’s offer back to her dorms which is on the other side of campus, when Nico returns, hair mussed and shirt buttoned more than it was when he left.

“Home?” He asks. Lewis follows.

Nico’s a pretty chill roommate. He grew up with a silver spoon and an only child, so he has no concept of sharing. Instead, when he orders Thai, he makes sure to order for two so that Lewis doesn't try to eat any of his dumplings. Lewis gets to have the flat to himself a lot since Nico disappears for the night, returns at early hours of the night with glitter on his cheek or bite marks on his neck and a cheeky smile before collapsing on the couch. Lewis can't complain, it makes bringing girls over easier. And when Nico is studying, he keeps to himself. Lewis will know, because there will be an extra coffee for him. In turn, Lewis gets rids of the bugs in the flat – the first time Nico seeing a cockroach asking if they should call pest control or sue their landlord for unhygienic living conditions.

“Why didn't you drink? At the body count question?” Lewis asks, breaking the amiable silence of their walk home, and the lack of filter signalling he was drunker than he thought.

Nico hums thoughtfully. “Cause that would be a lie?”

Lewis tries to make sense of that, doing math in his head. “No…? It wasn't about the exact number, just if it's more than.”

“Yeah,” Nico smiles, unlocking the door and stepping side. “That would be a lie.”

Lewis rolls his eyes. Nico and his riddles and his games. “It would only be a lie if you're a virgin. Which you're not.” He snorts at the thought.

Nico’s eyes flash dangerously. “Yeah?” Nico turns around, effectively trapping Lewis between the door. “You think about who gets in my pants a lot, Hamilton?”

Lewis feels a flush rise in his neck. Thank god for melanin, if he were Nico he'd have two giant red spots on his cheek right now.

“I don't care who you sleep with. Or don't sleep with.” Lewis tries to go for gruff, chill, but it doesn't quite land. He gets out of Nico’s cornering, going to the couch. “It's just weird you’d lie considering Jenson–”

“Oh if Jenson said it, it must be true.” Nico’s sarcasm is shrill and annoyed, betraying how drunk he is.

It does make Lewis pause. Jenson has a habit of embellishing stories of his conquests. The fated twins threesome never happened, he had separately hooked up with twins. Lewis remembers Jenson bragging in the locker room how he rocked Britney’s world and Lewis had worn his his shin guards with a little more force than necessary.

“Rock my world?” Nico rolls his eyes, leaning against the wall. “Hardly. We made out for forty minutes until he came in his pants.”

TMI because now Lewis is inundated of images of Nico, mouth swollen and bodies entangled while fully clothed.

“So you're actually a virgin? What about all those people?” Lewis is still trying to wrap his head around it. Nico is the most sexual person he knows. He eats yoghurt off the spoon distractingly, and has no shame walking around the apartment naked. Very sexual liberation chic, and Lewis had to draw up boxers boundaries.

Nico wrinkles his nose. “So you get with the easiest lay on campus and you're the only person he won't fuck. Do you want to admit something's weird and wrong with you, or do you just go about inferring you had sex? It's not like I'm going to correct them.” He must see something on Lewis’ face because he interjects, defensively offensive, “Don't ask why it's better to have a reputation. I know your tells. You drank twice.”

Lewis chooses his words carefully, gentle like he's not trying to spook a wild cat. “I'm not judging. I'm just surprised. Nobody figured it out?”

Nico softens at the tone. He sinks on the couch beside Lewis. “Honestly, you're the first person to notice.”

Lewis finds that sad. “Hey, we don't need to talk about this if it's a sensitive topic. I'm sorry I –”

“Jeez, Lewis. I don't have trauma, I'm just frigid. A pricktease. Nothing bad ever happens to a Rosberg.” Nico works on the complicated laces of his boots. He hates being pitied.

Lewis leans over. “It's really not all that cracked up to be. The first time, at least. Cause you're bad at it and you don't know how to pace yourself. Lots of people wait until they're ready. My first time, it was this girl I was seeing after GCSEs. We couldn't find a place so we got in my dad’s old Subaru. Lasted like 30 seconds. Wiped the whole place down but I was convinced he would know somehow. Come Sunday, I went and told him. He hadn’t the slightest clue. So that was an awkward drive to church.”

Nico gawks him, crumpling into himself laughing. Lewis regrets being a vulnerable and oversharer of a drunk. Nico’s gelled hair has come undone from hours of partying and falls over his eyes. Lewis is never going to open up to anyone ever again.

“On God's day, Lewis?! And you think I should save myself until marriage? Find myself a nice, righteous wife?”

“Someone you trust. Someone you're into.” The room spins a little. Nico Rosberg is a virgin.

“Someone who’d remember when we first met?” Nico challenges. "That's not very nice, is it? I can't believe you forgot--"

“You were checking out an encyclopaedia on space at the library. I wanted the Senna autobiography. We were 12.”

Nico’s eyes go wide. Lewis holds his gaze.

[msookyspooky]

Two Heads are Better

Multi-May (I barely made it Bex😤) ☆ Smut 18+ ☆ Foxy x Captive!AFAB!Reader x Otis ☆ TW: !DARK!Non-Consent!! ☆ Readers Pronouns are She/Her ☆ Reader is a grown adult but young compared to them (Probably 20+ age gap) and they use it while dirty talking ☆ Reader Either is a Virgin or Lied About it; up to You ☆ Corruption ☆ S/M Kink ☆ Cursing and Vulgar Crude Talk ☆ Knifeplay ☆ Gunplay☆ Bloodyplay ☆ Old Men and an Age Gap ☆ Forced Orgasm ☆ Orgasm Denial ☆ Death Threats ☆ PVP ☆ Humiliation ☆ Degradation ☆ Captive Reader ☆ Talk of Body Mutilation but Doesn't Happen ☆ Devil's Triangle Threesome ☆ Reader Referred to as Mama because of the Time Period + Them referring to themselves as Daddy Occasionally ☆ Reader is Bound and Helpless / Bondage ☆ Rough Sex ☆ Vibrator ☆ Abuse ☆ Degrading Dirty Talk and Insults ☆ Foxy and Otis refer to each other as Brothers but aren't Related by blood so??? Do with that what you will ☆ Nasty Old Men You Might get a UTI From with Dumb Outdated Redneck Logic (Not my logic!) ☆

Not proofread. No word count.

"Well, well...What do we got here?" The shorter old man with long white hair said. His voice was pleasant and he was smiling... And yet, no warmth was behind those eyes. Those eyes were devoid of anything but looking at you like a piss ant to harm just cause he could. The strands of his hair stringy, dirty and course with age and lack of maintenance. Looking like he hadn't brushed it in some time. His beard; ghosted white over most of it and very rough and unkept.

"Looks like a lil girl that got herself in some big trouble, brother." The taller more willowy one mumbled. His voice deep and distinctive and dare you say attractive. It could almost disguise the creepy snaggled tooth grin on his face and the sawed off shotgun in his hand. His more hollow eyes looked at you more with excitement and amusement while his brother looked at you like he was dead inside for the most part. Either way, they both looked down upon their captive like a toy to break in.

You were bound naked to a chair. Past panicking. Just your chest rising and falling. They had caught you off guard when you were at the wrong place, wrong time. Forced you to strip with trembling hands and fearful tears as they hauled you into a nearby house. Killing the family there right in front of you. An older man and woman. All before the taller one tied you up to this dining room chair with arms on it. You still felt sickened when his large calloused hand roughly groped at you the entire time...All before they left. Left you there in that room for an hour, at least, that's what it felt like. It felt like they did it on purpose; psychological manipulation. God, why don't they just kill you?

You sat there eyes darting around for so long. You felt your wrist trying to wiggle free. Sore from rope burn. You heard their names were Foxy and Otis...You knew them from the news and that made your escape that much more prevalent.

All before you got a hand free and the second you did you frantically scrambled to get it all the rest of the way off. Ripping at the rope and jerking the dish towel from out of your mouth they gagged you with before running full speed to the back door. Tripping on your own two feet not even caring if you were naked.

Then a scream ripped from your throat with a loud smack.

A backhand got you right upside the mouth by the shorter one as it flung you to the tile floor before he grabbed you by the hair to drag you back.

You were crying as he yelled, "The fuck you think you're going bitch!?" Slamming you onto the ground. You yelped as he kicked you. "Get your ass back in that fuckin' chair!"

You shakily sucked in breath through the pain he just gave you with that kick to your side. Whimpering and softly crying to yourself. You scooted back into the chair as Otis seemed to calm a bit. Like a switch. A manipulative terrifying switch.

He sighed as if he was disappointed in you even though you knew damn well this was on purpose. They made it loose so you'd get free and then have an excuse to discipline you.

"Now, why did you make him do that?" Foxy smirked talking to you from behind as he entered the kitchen. Otis tied you up way tighter as he talked; Hurting your aching skin as he did so. "We ain't hurt you yet. You should be damn grateful...Now? Tsk..." Foxy smirked wider tsking to himself.

You shook your head as Otis now tied your thighs to the arms of the chair and your wrist behind it. You jerked and Otis forcibly grabbed your hips to the end of the chair; your back slumped uncomfortabley as he tied your upper thighs to the arms. It was uncomfortable on a hard wooden chair like that but they clearly didn't give a shit.

He smirked at that as Foxy walked over. His deep set blue eyes directly on your genitals that were spread a bit more for them to see.

"Ya got a cute lil puss on ya." Otis complimented giving the outer lips a light smack as you jerked and gasped at the feeling. "Shame we gotta tear that shit up." He gave with way too sadistic of a grin for it to ever be a 'shame' to him.

You panicked. You fully realized and remembered who these freaks were now. These men were known on tv for how cruel they were. You read the reports after they ditched prison! We're talking cutting your labia off, burning your clit then fucking you afterwards and using your blood as lube sick in the head type of shit! You were almost hyper ventilating seeing Otis's hunting knife in his pocket.

Foxy smirked that creepy smile, "So, ya wanna fuck her then cut her or cut her then fuck her?"

Otis laughed, "Does it matter?"

You were panicking and trembling so bad your legs shook the chair before you just blurted out. "Don't...I...Take me with you!!" You screeched. "If you don't hurt me I can g-go w-with you!...I'm serious I can be whatever you want just please don't cut me or anything. I'll be good. I can be whatever..." You stuttered out in a whimper, your tears clinging to yoyr lashes to obscure your sight. You were doing the only thing you could think of that was outrageous enough to get their attention.

Both men looked mildly surprised at that. No victim ever offered that. They offered to suck their dicks, give them money, not to tell police...But to be their pet? That was new.

They stared before Otis scoffed, "Oh really? You think you're special enough for-"

"Yes!" You interrupted him and he smacked you upside the head.

"Know your God damn place first and foremost or I WILL cut that motherfucking tongue out. I'm more into deep throating then that kitten licking shit you chicks do anyways."

Foxy just grinned at his brother before Otis sighed in thought.

Foxy mumbled, "She needs taught. She's jus' a spring chick that needs the ol' roosters to get her in line..." Foxy played with your trembling lip with his thumb then smeared a tear over your cheek. He grew more serious a moment, "Besides, I could use her in those adult movie ideas I got. She's got a good enough pair of titties." He smirked lecherously at you as you averted your eyes. "And speak for your godamn self. I don't mind a woman's tongue tickling my nuts."

Otis shrugged pondering as if to say, 'fair enough.' He chuckled at how scared you looked as your legs were spread wide open and your breast and pussy on full display. "Well...I suppose we can teach her. Besides, might be fun to keep her alive a few hours. Teach her how to not be such a damn prude...But still, how can we trust her? I mean, she done tried to escape."

"You got a point." Foxy nodded all before shoving his shotgun right at your vulva, nudging your labia to the side with the barrel. Pressing it as you whimpered at the cold metal and the implication. "Give us a good goddamn reason to trust your ass." He ordered rubbing his shotgun barrel all over your pussy slowly as he spoke.

Your mouth opened and you didn't know what to say. "P-Please...I..."

Otis took his knife and grazed it over your flesh before making a few thin slices along your breast and abdomen. Blood coming to each thin cut and you winced everytime, "I don't know how!" You blurted out in a trembling voice.

"Well you better figure it the fuck out!" Otis demanded as he acted like he was close to slicing your nipple off and you tried so hard and failed not to cry. Holding so still and frozen in fear. You were stiff as a board not even amsaying a word.

Suddenly...Otis smirked as an idea came to mind.

"....Foxy."

"Yeah, Whitey?" Foxy replied not moving his gun from rubbing your outer and inner labia slowly.

"Ya saw that back massager upstairs?"

Foxy stared before a wicked grin graced his face, "...Ya got some ideas?"

Otis chuckled, "Shut up and go get the damn thing."

Foxy scoffed and took his gun away to your relief. "Foxy this, Foxy that...You aint my goddamn boss, motherfucker."

"Just get the damn massager before I decide to cut this chicks tits off, motherfucker." Otis replied almost jokingly! All while you were so scared you couldn't even think.

You waited with Otis looking at you in interest as he grazed his knife over your flesh, "You excited, Mama?" He whispered. "You should be." He barely flicked your nipple with the knife not enough to cut but you didn't breathe. "Prove to us you're obedient and maybe...Just maybe we'll let you tag along and live. How's that sound?"

You eagerly nodded.

"Ya gonna speak?" He demanded. "I asked you a motherfucking question."

You opened your mouth scared he'd cut you or get hit again. But when he pressed the knife near your aerola you blurted out with a screwed up shut eyed face, "I don't know if I'm allowed to speak or you'll get mad."

To your surprise, Otis laughed heartily. "Good girl...You can speak when we ask you something. Not a fucking peep more. Is that clear?"

"Yes...Sir?" You hesitantly said.

He grinned down at you. He'd actually be handsome if he cleaned up and wasn't aiming a knife at your tit. "Good girl." He cut near the nipple but not on it as you winced but didn't dare move. All before he bent down to lick the blood that ever so slowly seeped out the line. Swirling his tongue and fluttering against the nipple to get it hard. All before then sucking it into his mouth; humming as he did so. Closing his eyes as he enjoyed tasting your blood and doing this to you. It hurt where he made the thin slice but...Well, his tongue expertly rolling around and over the sensitive bud didn't feel like the worse thing.

You didn't dare whimper or anything for fear of punishment.

Foxy came in and scoffed, "Hey. Don't go sucking tits without me, prick." You saw he had a 70's style hitachi back massager. Those were...Popular. Still are. But not for backs.

You sucked in a breath and bit your inner cheek when Otis gave a hard nip to it before pulling his mouth away with a plop sound from his lips. Grinning as his dirty thumb carressed your cheek. Your skin soft and supple compared to the callousness of his thumb. "Not even a peep? What a good piece of meat."

Foxy looked mildly annoyed maybe even jealous. "C'mon man." He grumbled.

Otis grabbed your hair to force your head back while shoving his tongue in your mouth. His cracked dry lips and scruffy beard roughly over your skin. His breath tasted of cigarettes and booze thankfully to disguise any bad breath as his tongue forced its way almost down your throat. He purposely got sloppy. His saliva on your tongue as he shoved it as far back as possible. You wanted to bite it off or spit at him but knew that was just asking to get mutilated and killed. The dead body and blood in the corner of the kitchen from one of the home owners proof enough.

Instead, your tongue massaged his back out of pure instinct and you heard a grunt come from him before he roughly jerked you back glaring down at you in annoyance. Looking ready to hit you again.

"I'm sorry." You rushed out. Scared you did something horribly wrong.

"What is it, brother?" Foxy laughed, "Ain't had a woman rub her tongue on yours without paying her?"

"Shut the fuck up." Otis glared. "...Do not try to dominate me. At all. That includes touching me. You don't do a damn thing unless I tell you."

You nodded as he ran his tongue across your lips, giving a hard bite. You winced thinking he might bite till you bleed before he roughly shoved your head away and let go of your hair as you kept your eyes closed to compose yourself. His saliva in your mouth with the taste of him, cuts stinging, lower lip he just bit throbbing a bit, and your back uncomfortable with the position in the chair. Fuckers couldn't even get you a pillow behind you...Obviously but damn.

You barely had time to recover as Foxy slide his long rough fingers over your pussy and you sharply stiffened. Rubbing your outer lips as he rubbed and seperated your pussy with his fingers. "Damn...I can't even see her cunt hole, brother." He hungrily gave. "Ya got a tight lil snatch on you, huh baby?"

They looked expectantly and you only got the hint to answer when you grimaced at Foxy tugging on your inner lips not really a yank to hurt but it was a weird sensation you weren't use to. It was a warning that those COULD get ripped or cut off. All while he played with your pussy like a stimuli toy to busy him.

You forced out a, "I uh...I guess??"

Otis and Foxy laughed as Foxy chuckled out as he massaged your inner lips gently between his thumb and finger creating a heated feeling in your core at the odd feeling you rarely felt.

You tried to ignore that as Foxy said, "Aww she's shy." He smoothed a finger over your entrance, toying with it to the point it was uncomfortable before dipping it in slowly as your breath caught. "We'll get that outta you. God, I hate a shy woman."

Otis laughed as he eyed you seeing the way you looked flustered. "You're just thinkin of hookers, idiot. But this? Nah, they got an appeal for breakin' em in when they get all shy at just a good fingering."

You tried not to whimper as Foxy firmly massaged your g spot. Bent over to lay nibbling kisses on your shoulder as his beard scratched your skin. "Stop bullshitting us. I can feel your pussy eagerly sucking on my finger. Damn things so greedy, isn't it?" He whispered hot in your ear.

Otis gave you a pointed look and you forced out with teary eyes, "Yes..."

"Does this pussy like cock?"

"...No." You swallowed. Risking saying it to see if it would deter them.

Otis tsked, "Why? You a Les or something?"

You faltered as Foxy rapidly finger fucked you pummeling that spongey tissue on your front wall and just went twice as deep. Past that even. Your thighs twitched but unable to close them as your chest rose and fell. You didn't know how to answer, "N-No." You mumbled trying not to moan as this old man's long fingers reached places yours couldn't and plunged your insides with zero mercy.

"Then what's the problem?" Otis demanded.

Whether a lie to gain sympathy or the truth you stammered out, "V-Virgin...I'm..." You trailed off trying not to moan.

Foxy chuckled and eased up. "Oh really? I think you're lying. This pussy is too damn greedy to not have had cock before."

You furiously shook your head hoping they'd be gentle if you did.

Otis eyed you and bent down to tweak your nipple. "That so?...How about we test that?"

He whispered something in Foxy's ear as Foxy grinned and pulled his finger out. It wasn't as wet as they wanted and you froze at their disappointment.

Otis laughed, "Ha! You can't even get a slut wet, huh?"

"Fuck right off!" Foxy sneered, "She's wet."

"She could be wetter though." Otis mused. Foxy huffed silently agreeing.

You were cautious what they were doing before you craned your neck in a choked gasp as they both latched onto a breast roughly. Foxy used his hands at first and Otis squeezed. All before Foxy bent down to tickle the nipple with his tongue and smirked at your reaction. Otis side eyed before biting his side as you tried not to cry out at the bite. The both used their hands and mouths. Furiously sucking and licking each nipple as if they were starved for it. Almost in competition with each other as you whined. Unable to hold it in. It only last a few shorts moments before Foxy dipped his hand back down and chuckled low in his throat pulling back as Otis flicked his tongue over the cut he made earlier.

"I'll be damned; she's dripping!" Foxy laughed out feeling around your labia.

Otis pulled back smirking, "Well damn aren't you a sensitive lil slut? I don't know, think she's lying to us?"

Foxy shrugged, "I don't know brother. I kinda do but I don't think I've ever seen a chick get so wet from just a few moments of licking her tits."

"True." Otis jerked your chin to look at him mumbling low, "So...You that inexperienced, Mama? A little bit of us sucking your tits has you soaked for us?"

You tried not to cry out the embarrassment and humiliation of it all and nodded. Lie or not. "Yes."

You clenched your teeth at Foxy kneeling to make a long swipe of his tongue over your cunt. All before fluttering his tongue mercilessly over your clit. He moaned a little with a grin as he licked and rolled his tongue over you. Even towards your asshole to rim you a moment as you shuddered. Some licks tickled, some felt good, some way too overstimulating too soon but your eyes lided as he suckled your sensitive clit in his warm wet mouth as your mouth parted in a silent moan you couldn't release for fear of punishment. Beard scratching against your inner and out lips.

Otis scoffed, "You fuckin' asshole, I was gonna do that and now you got yer fuckin' slobbers all over it." He grumbled as Foxy looked amused as he licked your hardening clit.

Foxy pulled back quickly rubbing your clit as you bit your cheek not to make noise. "What? I like licking cat once in a while you ain't the only one and her cunt smelled damn good...Good enough to eat-" He cut off to roughly suck your clit as you tried so so hard not to make a peep like you were told.

You felt your core heat involuntarily and your cunt ache deep inside. You knew you were getting wet and couldn't even control it. You were disgusted with yourself and yet...

Foxy pulled back and turned on the vibrator and barely tickled it along your hard little clit. Vibrating the sensitive buds surface as you whined in protest thighs twitching to move.

"No fucking moving." Otis ordered. "I wanna test that theory. See if you're a used up slut we get to fuck till it's a bigger gapping hole between your legs or a lil sensitive princess we get to train and stretch out."

How the fuck did any of that make sense!? Then again, you were talking to two crazed men. There was no sense but torturing you. You didn't even know if their end goal was to make you cum or to punish you if you did. Just to be safe you tried so hard to ignore the hitachi wand vibrating your clit. Breathing heavily through your nostrils.

Foxy stood up and moved the wand in circles as you closed your eyes and grimaced. Foxy mumbled, "Oh please, as if being a slut matters. We'd just move onto stretching that tight lil asshole if her pussy got too used up."

Otis chuckled and wagged a finger, "That is a true fuckin' statement."

You were barely listening trying to focus on not cumming.

Otis forced you to look at him. "Open your eyes, Mama."

You had to as your teary eyes hooded in pleasure were forced to look into blue eyes that seemed to stare in your soul yet had none of his own. Foxy moved the wand back and force and you had to force yourself not to jerk your hips. You didn't dare beg knowing you'd be punished for it.

"You're gonna be a fuck doll for us. Means no moving, no begging, not a fucking peep outta you." Otis ordered.

That was impossible! Not a sound with a Vibrator on high on your clit!? You bit your lip hard and nodded. At least it wasn't don't cum...Just don't react. Great.

Your thighs spread and tied down. Hands tied behind the chair, body bebt uncomfortably. You realized Otis made it so you could barely even move your hips! You were completely helpless as Foxy tapped your clit with the vibe while grinning, "Look how wet this pussies getting. She might as well be talkin' to me." He gestured to your pussy clenching and unclenching involuntarily...No damn it! No, you weren't gonna cum! You weren't giving them the satisfaction! Foxy made a joking voice, "Please Midnight Wolfman! Please fuck me!" He used his fingers to make your outer lips close and open as a joke as Otis busted out laughing and you were beyond humilated. Shamefully looking away with a tense expression.

"You fuckin' dipshit." Otis laughed out. "Besides..."

Your eyes widened considerably when Otis moved your chair back to lean against the counter. Your pussy angled upward as he undid his coveralls. "If anyone gets to fuck her cunt first; it's me."

Foxy scoffed as Otis got himself out and his half hardened cock in hand. Pubes just as straggly and light as his hair on his head. Precum already leaking from his tip.

"Man, what the fuck?" Foxy demanded like he got cheated in a game. "Why the fuck do you get first dibs, I don't want sloppy seconds."

Otis rolled his eyes smacking the head of his cock against your pussy as your eyes widened and he dipped himself down. Barely entering as the stretch made you tense. You were wet enough but you were so tense you couldn't get your muscles to relax as it hurt and yet you'd rather have the pain then your vaginal canal aching with the need to be filled with how much they teased. His cock was average but fat and with a bulbous head that made you grit your teeth in mild pain. Uncomfortable more than anything.

Otis just flipped Foxy off while gripping your chair with the other hand. "Just keep that vibrator on her...Goddamn, she's so motherfucking tight!" He gritted his teeth as he shoved in and your mouth hung open in a silent yell. A strangled noise sounding from you as you tried to bite it back. Remembering to not make a peep as Otis smirked and roughly plunged in and out of you. Not giving you time to adjust as tears of pain sprung to your eyes mingled with slight pleasure. He straddled the chair, bending his knees to plunge his dick in a downward motion as you felt light headed. Almost a standing mating press.

He was so rough it hurt so much! Knocking the air from your lungs with every thrust. It was hurting your back at this angle in this stupid chair. But...Foxy pressed the Vibrator more firmly and Otis kept viciously plunging his fat cock in and out of the sloppy wet hole you had. Your tense body clenching as you swore he was gonna tear an inner muscle in you as your thighs trembled like a leaf.

"Look at me." Otis demanded. You didn't hear as he slapped your face a bit, "Fucking look at me, bitch."

You did as you were told your face contorting as you heard the smacking sounds of his cock pounding your wet pussy. Whimpering in your throat at how this hurt but also...God your lower abdomen heated up and vision blurry as you tried not to roll your eyes back or shut them. "Ya like that, Mama? Like getting this cunt pounded into? You ain't so innocent now, whore." He hissed out.

You said nothing and Foxy grinned and roughly pinched and pulled a nipple as you cried out but cut it off in a choked sob of stimulation. Unable not to from the surprise burning sensation in your breast, "My brother asked you a question."

"N-Nooo!" You drew out through gritted teeth as that apparently just made Otis chuckle huskily in amusement and pound harder.

"Lying lil bitch." He grunted out. "You fucking love it. Love getting this pussy fucked, Mama? Yeah, you do."

Foxy barely tickled your clit with the vibrator while tweaking your nipples, "Maybe your not as good as you think." He jeered with a cocky smirk to Otis.

Otis grunted in his throat at that i sult as you wanted to curse Foxy for that! It made Otis go harder and faster as breath got knocked out of you with every thrust before you just couldn't take it. Especially with a Vibrator on high on your twitching clit. Your feet curling in the air as they were all you could move anyways.

You cried out in anguish and humiliation. A whiney, "Nnooo... Please!...Ahh!" As you were forced to cum on this disgusting man's cock.

Otis grinned as he urged you, "That's it Mama, cum on this big cock. Cum on my cock, Mama....Shh...That's it...Let it happen. Cum on Daddy's cock." He coaxed as your inner muscles milked him and you violently shook your head with tears at you cumming when you didn't want to. Your body betraying you.

Foxy huffed but smiled, "Baaddd girl. We told you be quiet."

You felt Otis grunt and twitch as his hot seed spilled out and onto your stomach. He did it on purpose as you grimaced at it shooting out to splash a bit on your face too. You were disgusted and humiliated as Otis sighed with a grin and pulled away to adjust himself. Done humiliating and marking his human fuck doll with his cum.

Foxy pulled the vibrator away and your body untensed in relief as you slumped back in the leaning chair. Taking harsh shuddering breaths like you ran a marathon.

You had no time to recover as you heard a fly unzip. Jerking your head down to see Foxy's dick lining up to your entrance. It was longer but slimmer than Otis and a bit more veiny but still had big girth. Foxy wasted no time sliding in as your pussy naturally clenched around the intrusion. "Saving the best for last, baby." Foxy smirked. "Give Daddy some sugar." He whispered as he rubbed your thigh.

Otis rolled his eyes and jerked the vibrator out of Foxy's hand and pressed it to your overstimulated clit as you jerked and groaned. "Ah, ah. Noooo." Otis scolded as he gave a smack to your thigh. "No fucking moving. Don't say anything. APPARENTLY, you're too fuckin' stupid to listen to basic commands so ya know what? Don't even fucking cum. You're a fucking hole and that's it and you're learning it the hard way." Otis ordered as he had no mercy on you and Foxy didn't either as he started thrusting. Grunting a bit as he went deeper than Otis but didn't stretch you as much. Your mouth wide open in a silent cry as your eyes rolled back. Both men watching you.

Foxy chuckled through his grunting, "That's it. Take it, bitch."

Otis grinned sadistically as he really pressed that Vibrator against you. So much that even when your outer nerves on your clit were going numb you felt all those delicious nerve endings behind your labia and clit reaching to your inner nerves to get stimulated. You were breathing in short burst as Foxy was going deep in your pussy. Hurting your cervix.

You almost thought you'd pass out from the pain of having your cervix getting bruised but your body adjusted as Otis rubbed that vibe all around. Smearing wetness on your aching clit.

Your body went from gritting your teeth in pain to rolling your eyes back. It hurt so damn good. A deep itch being scratched as the postion was stimulating around your cervix too. Soo damn deep you could never reach that alone. Your thighs trembled so bad as Otis held onto the chair while Foxy gripped your thighs so tight you knew you'd have bruises.

"Don't you cum, slut. Don't you dare fuckin cum!" Otis ordered as he pleasured your clit and tweaked your nipples before roughly palming your breast. He yanked a nipple then roughly squeezed as it just had your pussy spasming from the assault on your over sensitive, tired body.

Your mouth hung open as it took everything not to make a noise, tears leaking from your eyes as jagged breaths got punched out of you with every thrust Foxy gave. Plunging his cock in as you felt it drag quickly over your slick inner lips.

A choked sob like moan came from you and Otis leveled his knife at your throat.

"Don't do it! You fucking cum, cunt, and I will slit your goddamn throat! Worthless ass bitch."

Foxy grunted louder as he joined in, "That's right. You deserve to get split open like this. 'Virgin' my ass. This shit is taking dick too fucking well. I bet I could have you take 50 dicks in one video shoot and you would looovvee it!" He went from deep thrust to fast as can be shallow ones. Skin slapping repeatedly all you could hear as it hit the area between your cervix and g spot. It almost made a tingling happen from your toes to core as that heat was building and you cried not to. You'd die if you did!

"P-P-Please!" You choked out. "Please I don't want...Don't-"

Otis sneered and sliced the knife over a part of your neck as you silently cried, blood trickling a bit with a sting. "I don't remember giving you permission or asking! What a greedy fucking slut. You done came once and all you can think about is cumming again? Fucking spoiled skank." He grumbled rubbing the high powered vibrator back and forth on your clit smearing your own juices all over the nerves that were almost numb from the stimulation.

Foxy felt your pussy spasming and grunted out, "Shit, she don't listen worth a damn either."

And with a few more powerful thrusts you couldn't contain it! Screaming out as the most violent orgasm you ever had ripped from you to your absolute terror. Foxy and Otis smirked.

"That's it, whore. Get off on my cock."

"Scream for us, Mama! Scream like you're being murdered! Give us a fuckin prelude!"

All while that knife pressed so tight to your throat a bit of stinging on a spot Otis cut. Mid orgasm Foxy came too as you wept. Foxy's cock swelling and twitching slightly as hot cum shot into you. Sobbing as you knew you were gonna die. Humiliated with Otis's cum on your belly and face. Foxy's cum leaking out of you with your own dripping off him. The scent of your pussy on both of them, their scent all over you and you cumming like that's all you were good for. You cried as Foxy pulled out and zipped himself up with a sigh. Otis jerked your chair back to sit as your head tingled from the blood flow coming back but you were sobbing too much to care. That knife to your throat.

"Well...If you were telling the truth, you ain't pure no more, babycakes." Foxy taunted with a smirk. "I didn't see no blood-" He gave in that outdated hymen talk way.

Otis leveled the knife to your throat. "Who says?"

Your lip trembled as that powerful orgasm made you lightheaded but still aware they were gonna kill you.

But...Otis jerked it away. "Wanna keep her for a bit?"

Foxy shrugged, "Fuck it, why not? She has a really creamy hole to fuck. Haven't got off that much in a hot minute."

Otis nodded taking the knife away completely as you looked in relief that soon became betrayal. "You...Tricked me?" You whimpered out in disbelief. Didn't know if you should be grateful or angry.

You expected Otis to hit for talking but he just grinned, "Did we trick you?" He mocked in your whiney voice. "Nah. Just changed my mind. For now."

Foxy laughed, "You came hard too. You a lil risk taker? You like us humilating you. Like your life being in our hands... What a cute lil freak."

You denied it and shook your head.

Foxy chuckled, "Lying ass."

Otis gently moved your chin to look at him running a thumb over your lip as if he gave a shit. "...Ya know what, Pretty Mama? I think we might just take you up on your offer. Get you a nice collar. Let ya be a pet. Tie you up. Fuck and feed ya. And you'll be damn grateful."

"Damn right." Foxy grinned. "Already got ideas for you. Yer gonna be a star, babydoll." He combed a large hand over your hair.

You shivered the idea of being fucked like that again both disgusted yet excited you...God, maybe it was better to not offer yourself at all? What the fuck did you get yourself into?...

"Just hope Baby doesn't fuck her up too much when she sees our new pet. She gets a little overzealous." Otis joked as if you were a thing.

"If she does? Meh. Some motherfuckers like a battered woman on camera. It sells." Foxy chuckled and got his shot gun as they discussed what to do with you.

What the hell did you agree to?

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"I'm sorry I called you a gap toothed bitch. It's not your fault you're so gap toothed."

— Raph, to Donnie