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mercurycft · 9 months ago

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𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 — 𝐋𝐁

## lucy bronze x reader !!

Enjoy this cheeky little something something while I perfect the next chapter of ‘OFF LIMITS’.. This is probably my favourite thing I've written in a while, as well as the longest too! Love always! - RG! x

can you tell im a sucker for a ‘forbidden love’ type fic? contains: softtop!lucy. age!gap but i promise its entirely legal. thigh riding, fingering, praise, finger sucking.

3.3k words.

CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT & LANGUAGE 18+

“I swear on my life Leah, It isn’t a big deal!”

“And I swear on my life, I will volley him over the bar!” She slurred, pointing a firm finger in the direction of the ‘handsy’ bartender. Before the situation could get any more embarrassing, you pushed her away and towards the table with a timid and apologetic smile back in his direction. Alcohol tended to brew confidence in Leah. Her usual calm and quiet demeanour slipping away with every sip of her drink throughout the night.

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head and patting her shoulder. “Sit down, before you get yourself in trouble.” You mumbled, raising your eyebrows to the other girls who sat around the table as Leah slumped herself next to Alex and started ranting. The other girls were tucked neatly around the booth - all of their faces plastered with an amused look as they watched on, disregarding their own conversations to try and listen in.

Most of her words were drowned out by the music, bass bouncing off the walls. From what you could hear, a slightly tipsy Leah had read the situation wrong - assuming the bartender had started flirting and ‘pushing his luck’ as she put it, when you had leaned in to hear him better. You shook your head and tried to stifle a laugh when she started defending herself, encouraged by the rest of the group who were highly entertained by the whole thing.

Leah was a funny drunk, a table-top dancer, shot-encourager and very clearly protective. It was admirable, but so funny. It was funnier, however, listening to her explain to the rest of the group. Her voice cracking and jumping octaves as she tried to shout over the music - throat becoming hoarse.

You stood from the booth after a few minutes, leaning across the back of the booth to pat Alex’s shoulder, bringing your lips into a tight line and holding in your laughs as she you left her stranded with a fuming, blonde companion. Making your escape and b-lining for the dance floor, where the rest of your friends were.

Leah, by nature is protective. The captain of the team, and now headed towards being a european champion. But before all of this, she was a big sister. Your big sister. You were only a year and a half younger but she made it her life mission to protect you and this wasn’t a role she took lightly. She looked after you, steering you out of harms way and at times, getting herself in trouble instead. Just like tonight.

You had been around football, and most of the girls, for a majority of your life. It was Leah’s passion, and it filled you with pride as she got to live her childhood dream. As a result, you and the rest of her teammates had spent a lot of time together - and you got on like a house on fire.

You went to most training sessions, filming content. You went to almost all matches, and her friends quickly became your friends. So when the group had gone out for celebrations, following the match that shot them straight into the semi- finals, naturally you were invited along.

You were now in the midst of the crowd of bodies. Drink in hand and arm in the air as everyone sang, no massacred, a Kings of Leon banger. Stomping their feet and dancing along, screaming. You were stood laughing between Lucy and Jordon - who were surprisingly joining in the chorus, arms strung around each other.

Waiting until the song ended and the room filled with cheers to poke your head between them both, shouting “Can I steal Lucy for a sec, mate?” Jordon simply laughed, leaning back in to reply with an ‘of course’ and shuffling away towards another group of the girls.

Before you could speak, her mouth was pressed to your ear as she tried to reach a hearable volume. “Tenner on your sister two-footing someone tonight!” You couldn’t help but laugh, rolling your eyes and shoving against her.

“That’s because you lot encourage her!”

“I do not! I simply tell her to express her anger how she sees fit!”

“Oh so in other words, encouraging!” You laughed back, sarcasm lacing your words. Lucy was always easy to talk to, a familiar face. Leah and Jordan spent a lot of time together, which meant Leah, Jordan and Lucy spent a lot of time together. It wasn’t unusual to find the three scattered around the living room on a Sunday, practically dead to the world, often after a particularly messy night.

“Tenner that we’ll be the ones carrying her back to her room later as well!” You added, clinking your glasses together as another song reeled through the speakers - greeted by a crowd of screams and cheers.

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You were right, though you always were when it came to Leah. Now you stood inside the lift, Leah with one arm draped over your shoulder and the other over Lucy’s. You both tried to hold her up as best you could, which was hard when she was pretty much falling asleep between you.

It felt like three hours had passed when the three of you, four if you included an also drunk Jordon who was trailing behind the group with her head tucked into her phone, had finally made it their shared room. Scanning Leah’s key-card and dragging her through the door and getting her on the bed.

Fifteen minutes later, her makeup was off and pjs on. Though that was mostly the work of you, physically having to peel her clothes off of her body and replace them without any help on her end as she dead-weighted against you. You did all this while Lucy put her phone on charge, and made sure she had a water bottle beside her bed for the night.

When you had finally put her to bed, Lucy spoke up from behind you. “Does this mean I owe you a tenner?” you scoffed at her remark, turning to face her.

“If that was the case, you owe me about a grand in bets since we met!”

“Oi, don’t even! I have definitely paid that back in all the takeaways I buy you and your bloody sister!”

“Touché, Bronze,” you grumbled back, turning to place a kiss on Leah’s forehead and say goodnight to Jordan, who was laid beside her and almost asleep before you had even left the room.

When you got outside and shut the door behind you, you looked towards Lucy to thank her for her help and apologise for ripping her away from the party, but were met with her hand already lifted to stop you. “Don’t even say it, you know I don’t mind.”

You smiled at her, taking a deep breath and checking the time on your phone. “Shit, I need to get an uber. I’ll text you in the morning?” You said, looking up periodically from your phone whilst typing in your address.

“Why don’t you just stay here? I don’t think I like the idea of you in a taxi alone this late,” She started, checking the time on her phone. “It’s past 2, absolutely not.” She confirmed, shaking her head and pulling out her own key-card. “Just stay with me. I’ll get you a taxi in the morning,”

“It’s fine! I’ll just hop in with the girls-”

“If Leah finds out I let you get in a taxi, she will actually punch me in the face.”

“You do have a point..”

The pair of you had started walking through the hall by this point, still arguing lowly at the idea of you in a taxi alone. Lucy didn’t take no for an answer, swiping her card and unlocking her room. “If you don’t go and get in that bed right now I will call your mother.” She pressed, teasing. Her accent seemed to get thicker with the presence of alcohol in her system.

“Oh really..” You shot back folding your arms together across your chest, challenging her. You watched as she fumbled with her phone, mumbling some sarcastic comment under breath while pulling up your mum’s contact and hovering her finger over the call button.

“Don’t make me wake Amanda up..”

“Fine!” You caved, scurrying into the room and holding your hands up in defence. She followed close behind, pleased with herself and shutting the door behind her.

Once in the room you sat on the bed, undoing your shoes and chucking them in some direction away from you - you didn’t care, as long as they were off. You got up to wash your face, wincing when the soles of your feet met flat on the floor. “Fucking heels,” You whispered, walking to the bathroom in a huff.

When you emerged back into the room, Lucy was already changed. Shorts and a sports bra now adorning her tanned body, you had to shake yourself out of the moment as you stared at her back. Admiring the toned muscles as she dug through her suitcase, turning briefly to throw something towards you.

“Put that on,” It was short, but sounded sweet and made you smile internally. Turning back towards the bathroom to strip and put the shirt she had given you on. It was a football top with ‘BRONZE’ plastered across the back of your shoulders, but it did the job and was comfier than your outfit previously.

You stood in the bathroom for a few moments, pulling your hair into a ponytail before shutting off the light and making your way back to the bed. “Left or right?” You questioned.

“What?” She looked at you, her glasses now perched on the bridge of her nose snd you swore you felt your insides shift.

“Uh- Side of the bed? Left or right?” You stammered, pointing towards the sheets.

“Whatever tickles your fancy, I don’t have a side,” She shrugged back, trying to contain her smirk when she caught you looking at her for a second too long.

You made a fake disgusted face back to her, scrunching your nose. “You’re such a freak, who doesn’t have a side of the bed?”

“Me, obviously.” She retorted, rolling her eyes sarcastically.

You had opted for the side closest to the window, walking around the bed with your back to Lucy. She had to stop herself from audibly groaning at the sight of her name printed across your shoulder blades, unable to tear her eyes away. Lucy would be lying if she said she didn’t find you attractive, because you were and she did.

When you had rounded the bed, you pulled at the linens. Yanking them up and over your body as you got comfortable in the bed, sinking into the mattress and sighing when your head hit the pillow - facing the other side of the bed which was yet to be occupied.

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The bed dipped beside you after a few minutes,and Lucy shuffled under the covers next to you after faffing about the room. Flicking the light switch above her bedside table to turn off the lights, your phone now the main source of light.

You lowered your phone to shine in her face, smiling when you were greeted with a smile. “Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had a Williamson in my bed,” She quipped, winking dramatically as you faked a gag.

“Gross! I’m going to tell then you told me that,” you replied, laughing and turning to place your phone on the table beside you. You faced the window, the curtains closed but still allowing some light from a lamp outside to peak through. With your back now to Lucy, she had a full view of her name once again. “Goodnight Lucia..” You whispered into the dark, sighing contently into the silence.

“Goodnight,” She replied, still scanning your back. Noticing how the shirt sat bunched above your hips, revealing a slither of your back and the lace of your underwear - sucking in a breath at the sight alone. You felt her hand skim gently across the letters on the top, smiling into your pillow.

She had gotten closer, her arm now slung across your waist and holding you against her. Time had passed but still you were awake, and you knew she was too. The loud thrumming in your chest prohibiting any chance of sleep, when you felt her presence beside your ear.

You could feel her breath on your neck as she leaned in towards you slowly, whispering a small “Is this okay?” as her lips lingered over the skin below your ear, awaiting your answer. You nodded and she moved closer, pressing her lips against your neck softly.

They were tender but calculated and you breathed heavily out into the room when she kissed along your shoulder, dragging her teeth over the material of her jersey. You waited a few more minutes before turning over to face her, flushed. Taking a deep breath and looking into her eyes, your faces were close. Closer than you realised. So close you could see every groove, every line and feature. Lips no more than centimetres apart.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

That was all she needed, bringing her lips to press against yours. Hand still gripping your waist and guiding your frame to lay flush against hers as your hands moved to cup the back of her neck and head, lips moving in sync.

The next few minutes were a blur of movement and small, breathy giggles and now you sat on her lap - straddling the top of her thighs with your mouths still connected. The kiss was now a mixture of desperation and yearning, hands grabbing at whatever skin they could find beneath the sheets.

Her head dipped, kissing and nipping at the skin of your jaw and along your throat. You couldn’t help but whimper when her teeth grazed a particularly sensitive patch of skin, right where your neck and collar bone met. You could feel her smirk against you, which only made the feeling in the pit of your stomach worse.

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You had tried to remove your top, well her top, but were met with a protest telling you to keep it on. Her skin on fire at the thought of you wearing her name as you sat now desperate on top of her.

Your hair was now down, and one of her hands sat roughly in the roots. Tugging at the stands to guide you against her mouth, when she felt you start to rock your hips against her. Eliciting a guttural moan from the back of her throat.

She used the hand still on your waist to slow your movement to a stop, moving to lift you up and over until you straddled one of her thighs. The only barrier between you both was your underwear, and when you shifted your weight she felt your wetness graze against her. Smirking and pulling away to look at your face.

“You wanna ride my thigh, darling?” She whispered, eyes locked on yours as you enthusiastically nodded. Eyes glazed over, and eyebrows furrowed with need. She smiled at the action, moving her fingers to push your underwear aside and lift her thigh to meet your warmth. Groaning when she felt you coat her thigh.

You moaned at the contact, your clit already sensitive and throbbing. You didn’t know how she did it, how she had you wrapped around her finger and laying in the palm of her hand but you loved every second of it. Mouth falling agape when she began guiding you up and down the length of her thigh, rocking your hips against her.

“Does that feel good baby?” She asked from your neck, her lips stopping their sloppy kisses for a second. You whimpered in response, nodding slowly. Her hand met your jaw in a swift but gentle motion, pulling you to focus on her. “Use your words, love.”

“Yes it feels good, Luce..” You whispered, licking your lips. Head falling back as you worked her thigh, the sound of your wetness protruding through the quiet of the room and accompanied by the sound of laboured breathing from below you.

“Good girl..” She added, jaw clenched when she attached her lips to your neck again. You savoured the feeling, the delicious feeling as you dragged yourself against her skin moving to tuck your head into her neck.

“Need more, Luce..”

“Hm? What’s that?” She was egging you on, hands moving to squeeze at the flesh of your thighs. Helping you rut against her.

“Want your fingers..” You confessed, dragging your own teeth along her shoulder now - biting down against the skin when you felt your face flush.

She had you flipped in seconds, now towering over you as you laid flat against the bed helping her shimmy your underwear off. Once gone, she spread your legs - moaning at the sight of your juices dripping and now covering the inners of your thighs. You blushed at the sound, biting your lip to muffle any noises you were concerned about making in response.

You felt her fingers next, sweeping through your folds and drawing tight circles around your clit. Moaning when she pressed the pads of her fingers harder into the bundle of nerves, finding it humorous as your body responded to her touch.

“Please,” You begged, hips rising off the bed in a desperate act for more friction. She shut the down quickly, using her free hand to pin your hips back to the mattress.

“Please what, darling..” Lucy stalled, slowing down to an unbearable speed. “What do you want..?” She added lowly, coaxing you out of your shell.

“Want you to fuck me.. Please..” You squirmed, knees now bent and sat on either side of your hips - inviting her in. You felt as she slowly and carefully slipped in a single finger, watching your face contort before she added another.

Stretching you out perfectly and starting to move them methodically inside you. Pulling out the perfect amount before pushing them back inside, curling up against your tight walls to press against your g-spot.

Her pace and pressure increased with the volume of your sultry moans, back arched into her touch and face buried in your arms as her fingers pressed perfectly inside of you. Bringing her thumb to toy with your clit, salivating as she watched you take her.

She could feel you squeezing around her fingers, becoming breathless as you chased your orgasm - chest rising with every thrust of her fingers. “You gonna cum for me?” She asked, her free hand lifting to the side of your face to force you into eye contact.

“Y-Yes,” You stuttered, eyes rolling into the back of your head when her fingers curled. Mouth hung open and hips riding against her fingers.

“Show me how you cum, baby..”

That was all it took for you, orgasm crashing through your body and shaking through your limbs. Legs thrashing around her hand as you came, back arched and screaming out her name - which caused her to smirk, watching you intensely.

Lucy let you ride it out, only stilling her thrusts when your back finally laid against the bed again - catching your breath when you heard her chuckle deeply. Bringing her fingers up to your mouth and slipping them past your lips, admiring how you took them and started working against them. Pulling away with a pop when you felt they were clean, and looking up at her.

A deafening silence engulfed the room, as Lucy fell beside you on the bed. She turned on her side to face you and handed you a towel she had grabbed, which you accepted gracefully and did what you could.

“Jesus..” You whispered, testing the air.

“That’s not my name..” She threw back, earning a weak laugh. There was the normal Lucy you had grown to love, you thought whilst lifting your hand to swat at her chest.

“Let’s maybe not tell Leah about this..”

“Agreed.”

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lovezbrownies · 5 months ago

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I will literally run over my dog (no I won’t I love her too much) for some more Lauren writing.

I NEED IT!!!!! 😭😭

-poopyhead🤪

Confessions after aggressions (Yan!Bully x GN!Reader.)

Hello dear poopyhead! hope you enjoy :3 this fic is almost 2.3k words! Sorry it took me a week to get this out! Blew my money on legos and I can only write when I have a drink in hand ;;

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Synopsis: What happens when your lifetime bully who is madly in love with you catches someone trying to hit on you?

Bully Lauren McCanister x GN!Reader

WARNINGS: Bullying, verbal harassment, darling being hit on by a third party, threats, physical fight kinda!, darling's scared of Lauren, Lauren goes off, Lauren kisses darling without consent smh Lauren, fuck used a lot, degrading words against women used by Lauren, again smh Lauren, mildly cute at the end, No use of y/n

“Hey, if you don’t come to my game today I’ll make sure you regret it, and wear this. And you better fucking wear it. Either wear it once today or I’ll force it on you this entire month. Fucking weirdo.”

And that’s how you found yourself in this situation, out in the cold night, wearing your bully's jersey jacket she insists you wear, and watching that same bully carry her team to a win. It’s been going on for a while, you don’t know what the rules of football are, and you’ve never really been into many sports. Sure maybe you’ve watched a few games or liked a certain team but you never truly got into it, and you don’t think you ever will.

Lauren reserved you a seat at the very front of the school’s stadium, next to the team’s benches or whatever they call them. So whenever there’s a pause to the game Lauren can easily go up to the benches, rest, and talk with you. More like constantly begging you for praise.

“Look at that, the loser came, what did you think? Obviously, you thought I was cool, right? Well, that’s a no-brainer, you don’t know anything about football so you’d think anything I did was cool. Oh, you’re such a fucking freak! You want me so bad it makes you look stupid! You were staring at me sweating and heaving the entire time right you, weirdo?”

It’s always the same, she’s been participating in more sports lately since it’s her senior year but it was torture to attend every game of hers so she doesn’t give you hell later on. Lauren’s games never ceased to bore you, constantly watching her carry her team to a win every single damn game gets tiring fast. And if you dare look away to entertain yourself Lauren will purposefully fumble the game just so she can confront you for not paying attention to her faster.

So when Lauren finally had the chance to take a break and take a sip from her water bottle you told her you’d be going to the bathroom, and her one response was “Don’t take too long.” Thank heavens. You couldn’t hold it anymore, and again if you left without telling her she would leave the field herself and chase after you, her team either winning by an inch or losing wholeheartedly.

Along the way, you saw many people skirt away from the stadium's seats to get food, and beverages, or to go to the bathroom. It was half-time, or whatever they call their little break, after all. You felt someone watch you as you walked to the bathrooms, but every time you looked around there wasn’t a single person looking in your direction, though your guts told you not to, you brushed it off and continued heading towards the gender-neutral bathroom the school’s stadium has. They mostly made it to save costs on individual bathrooms for specific genders.

You finished with your business in the stall, the moment you stepped out of said stall however a tall woman wearing the rival school’s merch stood right in front of you, blocking the way and effectively stopping you from moving anywhere.

You look up at the woman, she looks about your age with brown hair and eyes, nothing of note in her appearance. She looked down at you, smirking as if she were an almighty god. You raise a brow, trying to seem as uninterested as possible, to avoid giving her the wrong idea, “Can I help you?” Somehow the woman’s cocky smirk only widened as she reached a hand out to you, going out to grab your face.

“Was watchin’ ya earlier, wanted to ask if you’re singl-” Just as her hand grazed your chin you harshly slapped it away, grabbing a few people’s attention but no one wanted to anger the tall brunette. Yet the woman seemed to take your slap as an invitation, moving even closer almost pushing you back into the stall. And move back you did, trapping you with the woman in the cramped stall, with your legs pressing harshly onto the toilet seat and the woman’s arms reaching out to the stall’s walls.

She smiled so wide it resembled a horror character, her eyes filled with lust, the woman leaned down towards you, she was drunk you could tell from the overwhelming smell of her breath, “Hey! Back off! Get the fuck away from me!” You pushed and pushed as much as you could but that only enticed her, “Nah, need a cutie like you to hang off ma arm~”

Just then the smell of alcohol and sweat disappeared and a loud crash was heard, “YOU GOT A DEATH WISH FRESHMAN?!?!” Is that Lauren? Oh, that definitely is Lauren, You peek out the stall to find the woman lying on the floor, looking up at Lauren, face full of fear, “Who the fuck are yo-” The lady couldn’t even finish her sentence as Lauren grabbed her by the hair, easily lifting the woman off the floor just by pulling at the hair of her scalp.

You couldn’t predict what had happened then, you heard Lauren threaten the woman, cussing her out in the most colorful ways with a low voice, “I’m going to fucking end your life, you fucking dickwad. You are nothing but a pile of shit compared to my baby, you don’t touch my sweetheart and think you can get away with it, fucking slut! You will pay for what you did. Keep one eye open when you’re sleeping, you dirty whore!” And much more that you missed. Lauren looked beyond angry, she looked like a feral rabid dog.

It was completely horrifying to witness the unbridled rage of Lauren McCanister. Your entire life you thought you’d been the only one to be relentlessly bullied by her, the only one who truly witnessed how insane she can get. But you were entirely incorrect, watching how tight Lauren’s grip is with the woman’s hair, how she yelled and spit on the woman, how she harshly pushed the woman against the floor, a loud crack came from the woman’s head making you cringe from how painful it sounded.

Lauren shifted her head towards you, staring at you like she was a predator in a horror movie before swiftly moving to you, taking two long strides to finally reach you, grabbing your hand she growled, “Good fucking thing you’re smart enough not to accept her shit. Else I’d make sure you never think of another woman ever again. Let’s get out of here, this place is full of morons anyway.” Lauren, with no regard to your own personal wishes, proceeded to pull you out of the bathrooms, people stared at the both of you as she led you to the underground car park.

You could barely breathe, fearful of what the monster would do to you. Will she hurt you? Are you done for? Should you quickly send a text to everyone you love? Was all that studying in vain? Are you already dead? Your thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of a cushy seat beneath you, the sound of a car door slamming, and then the roar of a car engine. Snapping out of your daydreams you look to the side, at Lauren. She still looked furious, though calmer than before. She was still muttering under her breath, her hands gripped at the steering wheel so hard her knuckles were entirely white.

“...ng loser, fucking idiot, fucking whore… Going after what’s mine? I’ll show her… my poor baby…” McCanister wouldn’t stop muttering, and you couldn’t stop shaking, she then drove the car off, you have no clue where you’re going. Maybe she’s already dug up your grave? Today really is your last day as a living person, maybe you can haunt this asshole in the afterlife? If there is one at least. It hit you that she will make sure you'll be in pain when she does kill you, there is no quick and painless with Lauren, only slow and torturous.

Suddenly you flinch at the hand that had grabbed your thigh, damn near screaming out in fear, “The fuck are you shivering for? Did that hillbilly bitch scare you that bad? God damn, I’m going to kill her for doing all that to you, my angel…” Angel? What the hell is up with her today? First she ‘defends’ you from that woman, and now that you think of it, all she’s been calling you so far are very affectionate pet names. Sure, she’s called you these types of nicknames before but in a more degrading form, hearing it now… It felt much more intimate than before.

You stare at her from the corner of your eyes, not daring to move a single muscle, hoping she somehow forgets your existence if you don’t move. Lauren had calmed down quite a bit now, it’s been a while on the road and you still had no idea where she was taking you, the roads were unfamiliar to you and even if you wanted to you couldn’t tell which road you’d know due to the fear overcoming your body. You decided to look down for the rest of the ride to not incur her wrath anymore.

It then clicks. The game’s still not over, they’re still playing, and the team’s golden ticket was driving a car to your grave. Lauren was still wearing her uniform and all, her headgear haphazardly thrown to the back of her expensive car, she even still has her team’s colors painted on her face. You don’t know the consequences of her bailing on the game, but you know she’ll be able to get out of it one way or another. Either by bringing her mom up or by bribing the coach into forgiving her. But all in all Lauren seemed more upset about what happened in the bathroom than her bailing on her game.

“Hey. Come on, stop daydreaming and get out.” Lauren’s voice was rough after she screamed at that woman. Turning towards the driver’s seat you didn’t see her there, the hell? Where did she go? Wait was it all a drea- “Over here, moron, god you’re so stupid. Or is it because that bitch rattled you to stupidity? Don’t worry, I’ll gut her soon.” Lauren said again, but this time you could tell she was speaking from your side, you looked over to find the door to the passenger’s seat was open and Lauren stood firm, her arms crossed and her face unreadable. Lauren reached a hand out to you, “Come on.” She said.

You didn’t want to grab her hand, who knows what she’d do to you if you did, so you tried to leave the car without her help, but before you could even put one foot out the door, Lauren pushed you back down, “Take my hand.” And you did, although hesitantly. Lauren, like some gentleman, pulled you up, helping you out of her ridiculously expensive car. You heard her mutter something for what felt like the 50th time this night, “God... still shivering.. to kill that freak…” Why in god’s name do you only manage to hear her murder plots when she mutters.

You look at the house Lauren parked at, it had the normal suburban house structure but was surrounded by much richer, fancier houses. Was it Lauren’s house? Knowing Lauren you’d thought she’d have a bigger, grander, fancier house. Your thoughts and speculations didn’t have to go on for long since Lauren spoke up as if she’d heard your every thought. “This is my house, from now on you’re going to come over every weekend, got it?” You turned to her, face full of disbelief. That ridiculous sentence completely woke you up from your fear, is she kidding? As if you’d spend two days and two nights trapped in her house, with satan and its spawn.

It all felt like a joke really, none of it felt real, so you laughed like anyone in this situation would. “Y-you’re kidding, right? You hate me! I hate you! We shouldn’t even be near each other for an hour, no less two days!”And you kept laughing, damn near falling to the floor from how stupid this situation is. A slow chuckle came out of the lady in front of you, looking back up at her you wiped away the fake tears, but oh how fast your smile fell. Lauren wasn’t chuckling because she realized how ridiculous she was being, she chuckled to get your attention. She looked beyond pissed, as if she’d strangle you if she so wished.

Lauren walked closer to you and you walked back until your back unfortunately met with the car behind you. Lauren placed one hand on your hip, and the other took hold of your chin, “H-Hey I-I was j-just kiddi-” You were silenced. Lauren crashed her lips into yours before you could utter another word. Shock filled every part of your body, you were frozen still. Unable to react to this sudden change of events, one moment she was openly threatening death on one person, and the next she’s passionately kissing the person she’s been relentlessly bullying. The strangest part is you could see her blushing, her eyes squeezed shut, while yours were still wide open.

Just as you were about to pull away she beat you to it, she was looking down at you all flustered, face so red it made a mockery of tomatoes, and her face paint was smudged. “You better know what this means. You’re mine from now on, you will be mine until we both die. I-I’ve never lov… Fuck, whatever let’s get in the house a-and makeout or something…”

The rest of the night was fuzzy, but all you know for sure is that Lauren never let you leave her side.

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vithcy · 9 days ago

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Fake webcomic cover sketch for giggles

#vithcys ocs #oc: esther #oc: lauren #chinolart #orichinolart #oc art #digital art #id be so fucking powerful if i could commit to a comic but alas #i have no will to live left alone commit to a big project #height difference a little exaggerated here i think but whatever

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muffinsin · 7 days ago

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🕯️Bound by you 🕯️

Sub! Daniela x Dom! female OC x Switch! G!P OC

[Tags: G!P, anal, vaginal and oral sex & penetration, hair pulling, DP]

Daniela has two lovers to spend Halloween night with

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- a part of the Happy Halloween collection, the other parts of this collection being Cassandra x OC and Bela x Donna. All parts can be found at the collections Halloween section and will be linked here (Bela) (Cassandra) once they’re out!🙌

Happy soon-to be Halloween! ;) tomorrow’s part will be Bela’s🙌 Cassandra will follow on the 31st!👻

Daniela squeaks as she’s lifted, giggling when a kiss is pressed to her soft, warm cheek. She feels another pair of lips against her other, equally warm cheek, then. Her hands are grabbed by one woman each, one of their hands at hers, the other at her elbow each. Guiding her- no, luring her into the room.

She so eagerly gives in…

She gasps when one of the hands moves downwards, boldly grabbing onto her thick ass and massaging it beneath the clothing. Another, equally greedy hand reaches up to cup one of her breasts.

She’s left entirely flustered, her golden eyes wide when they meet Annah’s brown ones. The taller, stronger woman stands to her right, a dirty smirk on her unpainted, bitten lips as she squeezes Daniela’s ass cheek again. She manages to hold it firmly in her large hand, the other holding the young Dimitrescu close by her hand.

On her left stands her other lover, Freya. The blonde doesn’t look at her, merely tips Daniela’s face away with her head to access her neck. Her partner’s hand wanders from her chest to her neck, carefully and gently undoing the choker necklace with the green gemstone.

Then, her tongue darts out at last, licking, sliding across the Dimitrescu’s soft, pale neck. She guides her hand down, until sweet Daniela gasps when her hand bumps into the bulge in her partner’s pants.

She gasps again when she’s tugged closer to Annah, her rough, low voice whispering in her ear; “Happy Halloween, Dani. We heard your mother is hosting again this year?”

A rhetorical question, but Daniela nods nonetheless. With her cheeks completely flushed, her neck licked and ass kneaded, she can only moan softly and grab at the bulge just beneath her hand. Large, pleasantly so, though comfortably so. Not enough to cause her pain, thankfully, as some of Annah’s strap occasionally do.

Ah,

But only the best kind of pain, of course.

“Have we got costumes yet?”, her other partner asks, her blonde hair tickling Daniela’s neck. She’s shivering, her body overly sensitive from the kissing and groping.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got something in mind. I’m not quite…captured yet, though, by this Halloween spirit, so to speak”, Annah answers, laughing when she roughly tugs the older woman’s corset from her and Daniela gasps in surprise.

She feels Freya move behind her, kissing and biting along her neck before she eventually begins to work at the zipper of her dress. She feels her bulge press into her ass cheeks and must try everything in her power to stand still and not grind back against it.

“You’ll help us with that, won’t you, princess?”, Annah asks then, adding to her previous statement. But poor Daniela is far too distracted to even remember this. As such, she nods fast, unsure what she’s even agreeing to. But when her dress is tugged down hungrily only a moment later, she smiles widely. Oh, she can definitely help them out like this!

She squirms in anticipation as her dress is fully peeled from her and pools around her legs, leaving her black bra and large chest, her wide hips and soft skin, her black panties and round ass cheeks and her black tights and long legs revealed.

She leans up to kiss Annah, tipping a little in her heels as she attempts to gain some additional height to reach the tall woman. When her lips press against hers, she moans, her head light, her body sensitive. She feels her partner clasp the bra off, allowing it to fall to the floor, too, and gasps into the dominant woman’s mouth when her partner cups her breasts eagerly again.

“You’ll be a good girl for us tonight”, Annah whispers- an order. And a warning. She will not stand for sweet Daniela to brat this time. Excited, but obedient, the shorter woman nods, chasing her lover’s lips again already. She pushes her ass back, moaning at the feeling of Freya’s hands on her and bulge against her thick ass cheeks.

She squeaks when she’s lifted at is, her heels tugged from her, her tights eagerly torn off by Freya. With only her wet panties still on and clinging to her wet folds, Daniela feels adorably flustered. She holds onto Annah’s shoulders tightly, her sharp nails digging into the hard skin slightly. She’s held in a tight grip, her the hands at her fingers strong. The taller woman stretches her arms out, leaving the redhead gasping and dangling in the air. A new position, one that has her arms ache, but thankfully being made of flies has Daniela rather light, putting little strain on the large muscles gracing Annah’s arms and body. With her lower half dangling, it’s easy for Freya to remove the last bit of clothing of her lover; the black panties.

“A-Ah! Love…!”, Daniela gasps, feeling soft, but strong fingers between her legs. The wet panties are rubbed against her privates, against her clit, and have her try to squirm and moan helplessly. But she’s only kissed, muffling her moans and gasps momentarily.

“She’s all wet already”, Freya groans. She stands with her knees bent a little, thighs pushed against one another and stomach brushing against the bulge between them. She’s almost painfully hard and yearns to push herself into her tight lover.

Being no fan of being penetrated herself, Annah never allows her to fuck her…! Ah, but Dani? Cute, eager, tight Daniela? She drools at the mere thought of her girlfriend’s juicy, warm pussy.

The tall woman laughs as she watches her two lovers, one with her eyes closed, moaning and whimpering, the other groaning and rubbing at her bulge and Daniela’s panty-covered privates.

When she clears her throat, the somewhat submissive woman tears them off at last, blushing and licking her lips at the sight of Daniela’s pink pussy drooling wetness already. She can’t blame her, not really. Not when her own cock is hard and leaks pre cum already.

Just when Daniela’s put back on her feet she grabs at her, eagerly grabbing her petite wrist and pulling her with her. The young woman giggles in surprise, cooing when she’s pulled to the bed first, then flush against the other woman. Unlike Annah’s, Freya’s lips are soft still, her tongue skilled as it effortlessly dominates Daniela’s mouth. Again, she gropes shamelessly, pulling her nipples and squeezing her tits, even going so far as to pull Daniela so flush against her she can- albeit a little awkwardly- thrust up and rub her bulge against her.

“Now, now. You know she isn’t ready yet. I told you, the purpose of this is to get me in the mood for Halloween”, Annah tsks, but doesn’t separate the pair for a few moments. She watches, amused at their needy rutting and moaning. Alas, she wants a little more than just dry humping one another.

Daniela gasps when she’s pushed down to her knees, strong fingers tangling in her hair and forcing her head to stay still.

“Undress, now”, Annah commands, watching with a confident smirk as Freya immediately tears away her blouse and unzips her pants. She groans when her underwear comes off, her large, curved cock at last out. Daniela nearly flinches back in surprise when it’s freed, yet the grip on her hair has her stay still and merely close her eyes and gasp when the cock slaps against her face.

“Look at you”, the tall woman whispers, bending down to whisper against Daniela’s cheek. She cups the cock dangling in front of them, pulling a groan from their younger lover.

“You’re so pretty, Dani”, she coos, chuckling when the woman’s cheeks heat up already. Having been so affection starved for so long, it’s adorably easy to rile Daniela up and make her blush.

“But,…”, she trails off, slapping the leaking tip against the woman’s soft, parted lips. “…you’ll look even better with cock stuffing your mouth”, she adds.

Without a warning, the fingers in her hair tug her forwards, cutting off her gasp when the cock easily slides inside her mouth by her parted lips. Golden eyes are wide, even teary already. She’s tugged more and more, until Freya groans helplessly and she’s taken her in her mouth all the way til the base of her cock.

She’s breathing heavily through her nose, teary eyed and overly careful not to cut the curved cock in her mouth with her razor sharp teeth. Freya shivers, her cock throbbing in her lover’s mouth.

When Annah begins to pull beautiful, auburn hair with her fingers the Dimitrescu moves at last, moaning as she’s made to deepthroat the other woman. She squirms and moans, barely resisting the urge to snake her hand between her bare legs. She whines and moans loudly, wordlessly pleading for her lover to grant her some pleasure at least. With her nails sharp like claws, she can’t even push them in herself without risk, and she’s sure the two more dominant women would easily grab and pin her arms if she tried to reach down and rub at her clit.

She bobs her head forth and back, her black lipstick smearing onto the cock in her mouth and her plump lips. The sight and feeling of it alone has the other woman’s legs tremble and cock twitch within her mouth. With Annah just occasionally stroking her and hardly ever taking her in her mouth too, she’s just about in love with Daniela’s tight throat. Especially when it comes with the arousing view of their other lover dominating her even during this, guiding her head forth and back, forcing more of Freya’s cock down her throat until her face is pressed up against the woman’s lower stomach.

She looks down, her eyes nearly fluttering shut at the sight below her. Daniela, beautifully on her knees, black lips wrapped around her wet cock, her hair held tight and used almost as a leash to tug her back and a force to keep her moving forwards again.

She gasps when Annah grabs her chin, too, pulling her forwards and forcing her flush against Daniela. The woman’s eyes are wide, her mouth stretched wide around the thick base. She’s drooling helplessly, mouth and throat stuffed entirely.

“Look at her when she sucks you off. And you”, she trails off, turning back to Daniela. “Look up at her when you use your pretty mouth”, she commands, and both women obey quickly, one’s eyes betraying her need to cum, the other’s betraying her desperation and eagerness.

Daniela moans and whimpers lowly, her hips rolling, her pussy drooling already. She’s sure, no preparation would be needed at all for her lover to push into her now. She looks up a little more when her hair is let go of, but shrieks, albeit muffled, when Annah pushes her forwards again before stepping away.

Now entirely pressed up against Freya’s stomach with her face, she tries her best to breathe still, feeling precum drool against the back of her throat.

Her other lover returns fast, snapping a black collar around her throat, which has both more submissive women moan. The collar sits tight, squeezing Daniela’s throat and making it tighten around the cock occupying it.

The blonde thrusts lightly, groaning as her balls slap against the submissive woman’s chin with every move.

Just a little more.

A little more…

She’s so close…

Her eyes slip shut, her hands grip desperately at the table she leans back against.

So close…

Both women find themselves lost in the pleasure, so that neither quite notice it when Annah fixes a black leash to Daniela’s collar.

They do, however, notice it when it’s pulled, forcing the auburn haired woman away and making her gag and cough as she’s yanked against her tall lover’s legs.

Giving them little time to recover, Annah licks her lips and picks Daniela up, grabbing at her hip and arm and lifting her to face their other lover.

“Well, come on, fuck her!”, she taunts, laughing when Freya immediately steps forward them, parting and lifting their lover’s thighs. Daniela squirms beautifully as the spit-soaked cock slaps against her pink pussy at last.

Her leash is tugged again and she finds herself looking up, golden eyes wide and finding brown ones.

“You’ll be good, princess, won’t you? You won’t be a little brat today and you’ll behave, isn’t that right?”, Annah asks, a knowing smile on her unpainted lips. With her smeared lipstick and wide eyes, her clothing torn from her and her pussy drooling already, she does look like a tamed brat.

Daniela nods fast, agreeing eagerly. “Yes, yes, my love! I’ll be good! Please, my love!”, she whimpers, already trying to part her legs a little more. She’s utterly needy for the two of them, desperate to feel her lover’s cock in her and to perhaps even be on the receiving end of her partner’s strap.

She smiles widely when Annah hums, a sign that Freya may continue and- finally- push herself inside.

Held tight by both her lovers, Daniela can only moan and gasp, her chest heaving as she’s filled to the brim immediately. She’s utterly soaked, her wet pussy accepting the spit-covered cock in easily.

Another tug of her leash demands her attention back by Annah, who all too eagerly swallows the goth mutant’s moans by kissing her.

“You’ll be good today. I’ll see to it personally”, she promises against wet lips, her tongue darting out to lick smeared, black lipstick from the shorter, more submissive girl.

“And you’ll be a good little princess and cum when I tell you to, not a moment before, yeah?”, she orders, but her words make Daniela clench around the cock filling her. Of course, this brings more moans from the blonde, too.

“Ye-Yes, my love!”, Daniela assures, her head spinning, her body as though on fire. Freya, using both women’s distraction to her advantage, has gripped the submissive woman’s thighs hard, thrusting faster and faster, eager to cum.

She’s groaning and gasping, her sensitive cock aching and twitching already. Poor Daniela feels almost impaled, her stomach bulging slightly with every thrust deep into her.

She throws her head back, moaning as her hips snap against Daniela’s faster and harder. She feels so close, so close…far too close to pull back again.

Reaching up with her thumb, she rubs the other woman’s clit in tight circles, moaning and whimpering when her cock is squeezed in return, slurred and muffled moans all swallowed by Annah.

The strong woman nudges Daniela’s head gently, urging her to look back at their lover.

“Look at her, staring at you, taking you in while she fucks you…”, Anna groans, somewhat breathless from the arousing display, too. She too feels her boxers stick to her pussy already, fully soaked through in the middle, no doubt. Still, being somewhat of a stone top, she enjoys watching the two slutty women far better for the time being.

Daniela’s cheeks adapt a cute, pink colour when they find the hungry look in Freya’s eyes. The woman rubs her clit faster the faster she thrusts in and out, her cock coming out soaking wet and dripping slick every time.

“You want this, Dani? To cum for us?”, Annah teases, well aware of the signs of an orgasm rising within her girlfriends by now. Freya trembles, her movements faster and less controlled, almost animalistic as she thrusts and rubs at Daniela’s sensitive nub.

The other submissive woman, on the other hand, is almost tense in her poor attempt to stop herself from cumming. Her thighs tremble and nipples are rock hard. Her black painted lips are parted, allowing them to hear her loud, breathless moans and whimpers, even little pleas that oh please, please, may she cum!

She squeaks adorably when Freya moves in entirely, grabbing a little harder and pushing herself in until she’s flush against the woman’s wet pussy.

“T-Too de-A-Ah! Love!”, Daniela pants, her body shaking, her clit throbbing below Freya’s finger. She moans against Annah’s lips, swallowing her moans as she shivers, overcome with sadistic pleasure of the display in front of her.

Freya, so deep inside their sensitive lover almost thinks she can’t take it, her pussy full, her ass sporting two pink prints of the countless times thick, heavy balls slapped against it.

She groans, her own pussy throbbing with want when Daniela goes to beg again, biting down on her soft lips instead as she whispers; “Sshhh, sweetheart, don’t beg. We’ll make sure your pussy fits perfectly around her”

It seems, this is all her other girlfriend needs, for she bottoms out, groaning and gasping, cumming deep inside Daniela. She’s shivering and moaning, feeling the warmth be shot deep in her womb. Already, she feels like she can’t hold it in anymore, like her body needs the release only an orgasm can bring.

Briefly, she thinks: but Freya got to cum! Why can’t she?!, but she quickly ride herself of it, knowing petty jealousy and brattiness will not get her anywhere this time, nor any other time when Annah has set her mind to something.

She briefly thinks back to her latest punishment, her pussy stuffed by vibrating balls, turned off just before she’d cum every single time, her mouth stretched open by a gag for Freya and Annah to take advantage of. For hours, she was tormented! Hours, her throat used and painted in white seed until she finally got to cum, too.

Perhaps, being a brat is not a good idea today, she thinks.

Instead she looks up at Annah, whimpering, begging for an orgasm. Instead, the woman only kisses her, laughing when seed drips from the sides of Freya’s cock the moment she pulls away even slightly.

“No, Daniela. You’ll behave today”, she speaks, her tone and words leaving no room for argument at all. Then, it softens a little, laced with amusement as she watches more cum drip from Daniela.

“Just look at you, you’re made to be a pretty breeding doll. So be good, let us play with you, then you might just get to cum before we head downstairs, yeah?”, she teases, the promise of a reward enough to make Daniela nod quickly.

She whines when Freya pulls out eventually, her cock slapping against her thigh, thick cum immediately drooling from the submissive woman as she pants.

Her hips roll, her eyes set on the drooling, throbbing cock now covered in cum and slick. Annah laughs, noticing this. “Dani, what did we say about showing off what a slut we are? I know you want her dick, princess, but make it a little less obvious, will you?”, she mocks lightheartedly, readjusting her grip on the shorter woman just enough to lift her in a different position, over her shoulder.

This close, she smells both Daniela and Freya from the woman’s soft pussy.

She squeals in surprise when Annah drops her on the soft bed, her wetness smearing against it briefly before she’s adjusted and made to stay on her hands and knees.

This time, it’s the blonde to pull something from their drawer of toys; a black blindfold, tied carefully to cover Daniela’s eyes. The woman squirms, leashed and blind, her pussy drooling onto the bed steadily.

She jumps, then, feeling her leg be lifted just enough for Annah and Freya to put black heels on her. A pair of panties follow, black, with an orange string and little pumpkins imprinted on it at the sides. It’s left by her knees, though, ensuring her privates are still easily accessible.

She flinches away in surprise when her breasts are grabbed, gasping and giggling when a soothing kiss is pressed to her cheek.

“So jumpy today, Dani”, Freya giggles, pressing another kiss to her girlfriend’s soft, warm cheek.

Next, something is clasped to her collar again, yet she squeals when she next feels something clamp down on her right nipple. Recognizing the vampire-themed clamps immediately, she squeals, whining and squirming only to moan when it causes her breasts to be tugged back.

She gasps when she feels a wet finger against her lips, immediately seals them again and shivers in anticipation when Annah’s low voice reaches her ears.

“What did we say about behaving, princess? Didn’t you want to help us get in the mood for Halloween?”, she coos, taking notice of how her mere voice has Daniela’s thighs tremble adorably. She’s close still, her sensitive nipple trapped, her breasts held tightly in place by Freya as she kneels.

Daniela gasps when her ass is slapped suddenly, an answer demanded of her. Still, the sting alone and pleasure of it nearly has her cum on the spot.

“Yes, my love!”, she answers quickly. “I do!”, she assures them even with trembling thighs and a pussy drooling slick and cum down onto the sheets.

She finds herself moaning and whimpering when the other clamp comes down on her left nipple at last.

Her breasts are released, her ass cheek rubbed momentarily before another spank follows. Not a punishment, not this one, not this time. The slaps that come are almost gentle, intent on riling poor, sensitive Daniela up, not bruising her ass cheeks as they might during punishments. Nothing bad, and certainly nothing that won’t heal quick due to her biology.

Freya teasingly blows against trapped nipples, watching as her girlfriend trembles adorably. She whines and moans, unused to the clamp’s vampire-like, fang-like claws pressing into her sensitive nipples.

Then, no more spanks come, no nothing. She gasps as she feels hands lingering on her for but a moment before they disappear again.

Then, a minute later or so, the bed dips by her side and a moment after she squeaks when her nose is held shut by two fingers.

Sensing her girlfriends’ sadistic play only a little too late, Daniela squeaks and gags automatically when a wet cock is pushed back into her open mouth, coating her lips in fresh cum and slick again.

“Good girl, take it, Dani. You’ve got me all messy, now you’ve got to clean me again”, Freya chuckles, her hips rolling and thrusting at a decent pace. Still, her cock hits the back of Daniela’s throat each time, forcing her to gag and her throat to tighten around her.

Then, suddenly, she feels something else. Something large, slapping first against her hip, then her thigh.

She gasps around the cock drilling into her mouth, trying to turn her head to no avail when it’s simply grabbed and she’s made to face forwards again.

“Don’t worry about that, Dani!”, Freya giggles. “Just focus on me, besutiful”, she urges, thrusting her hips a little faster.

And she tries, really, sucks obediently and moans happily, but then she feels the large thing return. Prodding between her legs, Daniela finally realizes what the object is. A strap, painfully big, beautifully big, just right to make her feel torn. She moans a little louder as it thrusts between her thighs, the realistic veins on it rubbing up against her sensitive clit.

This tells her it isn’t the kind to leave her sore for days, but the one that perfectly matches Annah, giving her a cock of fearsome size complimenting her stature.

She whines as she’s toyed with, the tip thrusting between her thighs, the length of it slapping up against her soaked pussy occasionally. Sometimes, it pulls back, slaps against her bubbly ass instead, then returns to prod at her wet hole again.

“Arch your back”

She moans at the low voice, the harsh command spoken softly and accompanied by a slap to her ass.

Eager to obey, to gain Annah’s favor tonight, she does as she’s told. She arches her back low, moans and hums around the large cock in her mouth as she does so. Her ass is perfectly displayed, her flowery pussy brushing lightly against the strap offered to it.

“Please, my love”, she whines, her words coming out slurred and muffled. Still, the black-brown-haired woman understands and chuckles.

“And you will be good for me, princess? You’ll take it however and wherever I give it to you, like a good little slut?”, she hums, strong, big hands stroking along soft ass cheeks. Daniela moans, nodding fast only to have her face gripped and held in place by Freya again.

“Mgnbnm! ‘es!”, Daniela answers instead, gagging and gasping beautifully at her futile attempt of talking with her mouth full; something the blonde is eager to tease her with.

“Come on, beautiful, make me cum and you’ll get what you wanttt”, she coos, hoping her girlfriend will play along. Hearing this, Daniela sucks a little harder, even raises her hand to play with the full, aching balls hanging by her chin whenever Freya shoves herself fully inside again.

She squeals when, finally, the strap tip pushes into her wet pussy. As she works and swirls her tongue around her girlfriend, she feels the other slowly thrust her strap deeper into her, in and out slow, until it’s entirely covered in cum and slickness still stored deep within their precious Daniela.

The young woman whines and moans at the slow pace, knowing her stronger lover is perfectly capable of picking her up by her hips and railing her into oblivion.

But, for some reason, she teases her instead, tempting her with a slow pace and harsh thrusts that make her choke on the cock in her mouth.

Her hair is grabbed, her head forced closer as she feels the cock throb and be pushed fully down her throat. She gags and cries automatically, but eventually manages to breathe through her nose, only gagging again when Annah pushes her body forwards with another powerful thrust.

And she laughs, chuckling when Freya cums far too soon again and attempts to pull away. Not this time, though.

“Ah, ah! You’ll stay in her pretty mouth for now. I don’t need her bratty demands right now”, she commands, teasing both more submissive women effortlessly.

Daniela whines and whimpers, able to finally suck on the tip leaking cum still when Freya pulls back a little. She’s careful with her teeth, giggling and swallowing all wetness that wasn’t already shot down her throat.

While she loves Annah’s taste, Daniela can’t help but moan whenever she gets to taste Freya, her long, thick cock enough to make her see stars, her cum thick and plenty. Often, she’s teased by the pair for this, called humiliating, degrading names that make her head spin.

As now, when Freya chuckles breathlessly and pats her warm cheek, rolling her hips just enough while her tip is sucked and kissed.

“Mmhmm, she’s sucking my tip like that again…”, she groans, breathless. Daniela smiles around her, yet soon shrieks when Annah shoves herself in fully, then pulls out entirely, the wet strap pushed against her drooling pussy as if to collect more of her wetness.

She whines when Freya pulls out too, left blindfolded and helpless on the bed for the pair. Alas, not for long, it seems, for greedy hands ghost along her sides quickly again.

“C’mere, you”, Annah moans, grabbing at Daniela’s hips at last and pulling the sweet thing to her again. She gasps, feeling herself be readjusted and pulled, held tight by multiple pair of hands until she hovers just above Annah’s strap, made to sit in her lap, but facing away from her.

“What are you two doing?”, she giggles, yet finds her answer coming very, very fast, when Freya, unable to control herself, grabs her hips and pulls them forward easily.

“Hey! It’s my turn now, you greedy thing!”, Annah complains, her grip on Daniela tightening. For a moment, she’s left helpless as her girlfriends bicker, one using strength to pull her back to her while the other grabs with both hands and tugs Daniela back by the chain connecting her nipple clamps to her breasts.

“Fre-A-Ah!”, she gasps, her pussy throbbing, her skin broken out into shivers. She’s so sensitive, feels right on the edge even. Then, she jumps, feeling one her lovers lick at her wet lips, the other whisper seductively in her ear.

“Awwh, poor thing can't hold it in? Come on, sweet pea, just a few more seconds and we’ll let you cum. Just be a good little thing for us and we’ll reward you. You’ll get to cum, we can head to the party, then take you again and again and again!”

Freya’s words, accompanied by Annah’s whisper next:

“Spread your legs, princess. Show us what a little slut you can be just for us”, she whispers, and naturally the woman obeys.

The first to push into her comes from Freya, her wet cock slipping into her soaked, warm pussy. She moans throatily, her back arching more, her hips held tightly by two pairs of hands.

Then, just when Freya begins to thrust again, she squeaks at the touch of a fingertip against her wet asshole. Sensing what’s about to happen already, she pushes backwards into Annah, a silent plea among her throaty moans and wanton cries of pleasure.

She whines and gasps, helpless, in the best way. First a finger pushes into her tighter hole, then back out, and in, and out. She shivers each time, moans and whimpers when it has her feel more and more sensitive.

She doesn’t yet understand it’s to wet her even more, to prepare her for something far larger.

What she can’t see, blindfolded, is the desperation and envy in her girlfriend’s eyes.

With Annah being the most dominant one of the three, she gets to fuck Daniela’s ass painfully rarely. It’s a reward, Annah insists, to get to be in her favorite hole, after all.

Secretly, they all know it’s more likely the tall woman rather enjoys how she can easily stretch out the hole over and over again, only allowing Freya the same when she’s been particularly good.

As such, Daniela gasps at the brutal pace the jealous woman sets, her pussy clinging to her as her ass is fingered and covered in more and more wetness.

Until, at last, she feels the thick head of Annah’s strap against her, slowly forcing itself into the tight, warm hole.

“A-Ah! Nghnmm!”, Daniela moans, her sounds soon shut up by the tongue at last pushing into her mouth, too.

When the strap finally fully slides into her, she almost feels torn in two, both her holes stuffed to the limit, her legs shaking enough that only the hands at her hips are holding her up still.

She gasps when Freya’s hand comes up to her throat, whereas Annah’s fingers grasp for a fistful of her soft hair. Both makes her moan loudly, her mouth dry almost until a tongue is back in and battling against her own, her body adorably sensitive.

She leans into the touches, whines and moans helplessly as she’s used and brought closer and closer to her orgasm again.

While Freya moves faster, Annah’s thrusts go deepe, sending the petite redhead bouncing up with every push of the fake cock into her.

She’s clenching around both, gripping onto Freya’s shoulders tightly. Still, she’s mindful of her nails, careful not to dig them in as she gets to do around her stronger, more durable lover. Annah smirks as she sees this.

Freya…an adorable thing to her, right, the one of the three the most sensitive to pain and discomfort, the one that often calls for them to restrain Daniela’s hands to keep her from scratching.

Contrasting this softness, Annah proudly wears the many scars, scratches from Daniela, on her back and shoulders.

She makes the young woman’s head tip backwards, laughing when drool soon runs down her cheeks. Fucked silly by the pair, Daniela can only moan and whimper mindlessly, beautifully at their mercy.

“Mhnmnn…she feels too good…”, Freya moans, her blonde hair sticking to her face, her legs shaky and hips aching with the speed she puts in her needy thrusts. Her tongue is wet from Daniela’s, her eyes fighting to stay open in the face of such pleasure.

“She’s close. You’ll wait it out for her, this time”, Annah simply responds, her words spoken breathlessly. She feels immense pleasure whenever she gets to take the two of them like that, making sweet Daniela’s body bounce and commanding her loving, switch girlfriend to do as she likes.

It’s a power trip, one she never gets tired of.

Letting go of Daniela’s waist for just a moment, she laughs when the woman nearly collapses, caught by Freya’s arms as she sinks down on both of them. She’s so full, she feels the bulge at her lower stomach and the wetness drooling from both ends.

When her wrists are suddenly grabbed, Daniela can do little to prepare herself for the harsh, fast thrusts that rock her body next.

“You’re close, my pretty girl…”, Annah taunts, grabbing both of Daniela’s wrists in one hand to rub at her sensitive clit with her free hand.

Unsurprisingly this has the shorter woman moan and gasp loudly, hips bucking, thighs trembling, nails sinking lightly into Freya’s sensitive flesh.

She isn’t corrected just yet.

“Plea-ahhhnnnnah!”, Daniela begs instead, her words breathy, her moans even more so. She’s shaking, trying so very hard to keep from cumming already.

She doesn’t know how long it’s been since she entered the room, but feels like she can barely take any more until an orgasm will rip through her, washing over her at last.

Thankfully, her lover is pleased with her obedience tonight.

“Mhmmm, cum for us. Squeeze our cocks like a good little slut, my little mouse”, she whispers.

How could she not follow this command instantly?

Her body trembles as she cums, her tight pussy milking Freya enough that she can’t resist but cum too, sending yet another load of thick, creamy cum inside her warm pussy.

She shivers, completely limp in the two women’s arms, but smiling happily. Then, a hand moves to her back, pushing her forwards and onto Freya.

She whines as the strap slides from her aching, stretched ass, but smiles quickly when loving arms wrap around her, guiding her to suckle at Freya’s smaller chest as she cockwarms her.

A good girl today, indeed.

Annah watches for a moment, biting her lip and stroking her wet strap almost like she could feel it herself.

Then, remembering they have an event to attend to in just a little bit, quickly moves about and lays out a beautiful, red dress. Skin tight, and rather short, but just enough to cover all of Daniela that they want covered. So what if she can’t bend forwards without exposing her cute panties? She has no need to, anyway, not with her two lovers by her side.

Daniela moans as she sucks eagerly, her pussy occasionally clenching around the warm, wet dick inside of her. This close to her lover, she feels so warm, so comfortable, so happy.

She almost doesn’t notice it when her other girlfriend approaches them again, still wearing the blindfold and being utterly distracted worshipping the woman below her.

That is, until she feels something large, pointed prod at her stretched, warm ass. She squirms immediately at the cool feeling, then gasps when she immediately realizes what item is held to her hole.

But- they’re about to head down!

“Anna-A-AAH! Aannnmmn…”, she gasps, her futile, almost innocent worries entirely lost to her when the plug is pushed into her, filling her to the brim again.

She gasps when her cheeks are slapped next, groped and massaged until only a little bit of the plug’s black gem pokes out between them.

Then, she whines as her hips are lifted and Freya slips from her. Instead, another toy is brought to her privates- her pussy, this time. She momentarily sucks on the nipple in her mouth a little harder, her own ones throbbing beneath the clamps.

Annah drags the dildo against her girlfriend’s pink, wet folds for a moment, then bites her lip as she pushes forwards. The toy sinks into Daniela slowly, but easily too. She chuckles when it’s in until- one would think- the limit.

Blindfolded, the Dimitrescu sister has no way of preparing herself when the thick knot suddenly pushes into her, can only moan and groan helplessly as she’s held down and her hair is stroked lovingly.

She gasps and cries slightly, unused to the sudden stretch, and when she feels a tongue lick them from her soft cheeks, she knows it’s Annah, the more sadistic of her two girlfriends.

She feels as the panties are pulled up, hiding the two naughty toys plugging both her holes up effortlessly.

When the blindfold and the clamps are removed, she’s lifted back to her feet besides the bed, stumbling a little in her black heels, her orgasm and the toys in her making it far more difficult to walk than she thought.

She giggles a little when Annah steadies her, sending her a loving smile. The red dress is put on her and she blushes again, immediately noticing how it barely goes over her ass cheeks and will undoubtedly pull up and reveal her panties should she bend down or even lean forwards.

Contrasting her look, her two lovers wear a black dress with a witchy hat and a worn down uniform that is so covered in blood from the time Daniela would hug Annah while covered in head to toe in her latest victim’s juices and guts, the outfit can almost be mistaken as a butcher’s clothing.

Lastly, Daniela almost whines when her leash is removed, yet blushes when the thick, hardly subtle collar stays on just when she’s guided towards the door.

Mother’s party proves…eventful. Daniela giggles as she dances with her lovers, blushing and smiling at the many eyes set on her.

Being naturally flirty, Daniela usually accidentally triggers either Freya or Annah’s jealousy, and this night is no different. Only does the beautiful woman not even have to send flirty smiles and giggle adorably, for her revealing outfit is enough to pull plenty pairs of eyes her way.

Across the room she sports first Cassandra and her lover, then Bela and hers. She frowns a little…they didn’t even approach her to say hi!

Still, she doesn’t allow herself to let that shock her, is almost about to head over to Bela when Annah’s strong fingers wrap around her petite wrist and pull her back against her.

“Not tonight”, the woman warns wisely, chuckling to herself at Bela’s flustered expression. What Daniela doesn’t pick up, her two girlfriends do;

Bela’s squirms, her flushed face, her anxious look. Clearly, there is more to the situation, and they both snicker when they catch a glimpse of her lover’s hand subtly sliding across her chest.

Then, there’s Cassandra, looking visibly flustered and uncomfortable. They catch it when her lover’s hand tugs lightly on the far too naughty looking tail connected to Cassandra, mentally scolding themselves for not coming up with such an idea themselves. A plug is cute, the black one even large enough to stretch Daniela slightly. But a visible one? One out in the open, yet not enough for people to truly know it’s a plug for sure? Oh, what an opportunity!

Clearly, they aren’t the only ones to play with a Dimitrescu sister, tonight.

Time passes, spent standing and dancing slightly, drinking wine and giggling. The young Dimitrescu feels herself grow more and more aroused with each moment, the knotted dildo slipping from her slightly and only held in by her tight, black panties, now.

Daniela gasps as she’s led back to the middle of the room, subtly pushed into a group of maidens dancing. She knows, her possessive lovers would never share, not with another but the two of them.

Still, they only watch as the tipsy women surround her immediately, cooing and smiling at her thanks to the confidence the wine has granted them. Of course, none would dare approach a Dimitrescu otherwise, especially as they are all taken by a lover, or two, already.

In their tipsy state they seem almost forgetful about that, grabbing for Daniela’s hands and pulling her to them, some hugging her, others hungrily admiring the skin tight dress.

She blushes as she’s moved with the music, her lack of a bra allowing all the maidens around her to see her hard nipples poke against the tight, red dress.

The two women allow it to go on for a few minutes, well aware their girlfriend is naughtier than she seems. Poor Daniela is blushing adorably whenever one bumps into her, gasping when another grinds against her backside and she clenches around the toys inside of her.

Perhaps it was a bad idea- or a very good one, really- to tell her girlfriends of her more…exhibitionistic desires. She was rather thinking of playing at the table, or perhaps in front of one of the other…not this!

And still, with her cheeks warm and painted in a pink shade, she can’t help how utterly wet and aroused she is.

Even surrounded by the dancing women, tugged and lightly danced against, she’s overly aware of the pair of brown and green eyes watching her.

Then, when one of the women gets a little too handsy, too intoxicated to think clearly, they step in fast. She doesn’t even notice the hand sneaking around her waist, the fingers reaching out to trace the hem of her dress, only gasps when the hand is caught by Annah’s strong one and Freya pulls her to her. Pressed up this close against her, Daniela feels the bulge in the woman’s dress, blushing and biting her lip. Wide, eager golden eyes look up at her, suggesting some fun.

In an instant, Annah is by their side again, looping a single finger through the ring at the front of the collar adorning Daniela’s neck. She ensures the tall woman standing by the other side of the room isn’t looking, then tugs her precious youngest closer to her, her words hungry;

“We’re done here”

She’s tugged along, Annah’s fingers closing around her upper arm, Freya’s hand clasped in hers and her hand at the small of her back guiding her along.

Daniela giggles as the two hurriedly pull her along, clearly eager to get going. They don’t even make it to their room before Annah lifts her, her tongue effortlessly dominating the one of her girlfriend. Freya snickers at the display, but can’t deny the ache between her legs, either.

She opens the door for them, subtly sliding her fingertips along their bodies before she pulls at Daniela’s short dress, eagerly tugging it up and revealing the bulged underwear that almost seems to match her own.

The woman is set down on the bed yet again, her panties all but ripped from her by greedy hands, gasps and moans passing soft lips as the toy is pulled from her entirely, leaving her pussy almost uncomfortably empty.

She eyes her lovers hungrily as they undress, cock and strap revealed, large and heavy and smaller, more petite breasts revealed to her. Eager to match them, she tears her dress from her, growling in light annoyance when her sharp nails get stuck in the tight fabric. The two women laugh, amused at the irritated buzzing coming from Daniela’s flies, but eventually the immortal woman finds Freya lovingly cupping her cheeks while Annah gently pries the sharp nails from her dress.

“Our little bug, let us do the undressing, you just can’t get it right”, Freya teases, but her words somewhat hold truth.

Between having sharp nails and being utterly spoiled, Daniela is rather used to personal maids taking her clothes off for her. These usually being Annah or Freya, all too eager to help their spoiled girlfriend out of her clothing; only does it sometimes come with a prize. A delicious, fun little game between the three of them; they would do something for Daniela, who’d have to repay them by sucking their cock and strap or fingers. It’s only a small role play, but one they all enjoy at the right times.

Now, they have no time for such things, feeling far too eager to take one another already.

She giggles when she’s fully undressed at last, her heels tossed away carelessly, her partners’ naked bodies pushing against her own.

This time it’s the blonde who tugs her down, first laying down herself, then guiding the eager redhead towards her face. Daniela bites her lip as she’s guided to sit on it, moaning and smiling when she soon feels her lover’s talented tongue flick expectedly against her clit.

Her hips are grabbed by petite, but decently strong hands, keeping her right against the woman’s face as she licks at her, starting at her clit to lazy and sensual licks through her soaked slit, even occasionally flicking up against the plug still nestled deep inside the sensitive woman.

So lost in the pleasure, Daniela almost doesn’t notice it when her other lover moves to her, only gasps when she’s tugged down and almost in a 69 position on top of Freya.

In front of her face and pushed against it, she finds two cocks, one glistening wet already, the other still clean, but clinging tight to Annah’s hips.

“Awhh, what’s wrong? Scared they can’t fit in your mouth, princess? Clean them, slut”, Annah instructs, leaving little room for arguments at all. She laughs when Daniela bends down slowly, alternating between sucking her two girlfriends off while her pussy’s eaten.

She moans around them, sucking eagerly on Annah’s strap while her blonde lover leaks against her cheek, her cock aching at Daniela’s taste and the sounds of her slurping and gagging around the large strap.

Again, her head is held in place by her hair, her mouth wide open for the strap taking up every last inch.

“Mghmnn!”

The two women chuckle when her thighs begin to shake already, her nipples hard as they occasionally brush against a pair of smooth legs.

She’s so close again, her pussy overly sensitive, Freya’s tongue far too good against her sensitive little clit. She sucks harder at both cocks, whimpering and looking up at the dominant dark haired woman, as though begging for permission.

When the hands move from her hip to spread her a little wider, her head spins, and with her mouth stuffed Daniela’s moans are properly muffled when the plug is played with.

Her girlfriend pulls at it lightly, tugging just enough for it to slowly slide backwards, before she pushes down in the middle of it and it slips back into her girlfriend effortlessly.

Daniela moans and twitches as this goes on, the movement paired with the laps at her clit enough to quickly push her towards another orgasm.

This time, she’s given permission, though all her moans and screams are muffled by the large strap in her mouth.

She’s held tight against Annah’s hips by her hair, moaning around the strap and whining when Freya continues. Already, she’s so sensitive, squirming and whimpering helplessly as her thighs are held again and Freya drags her tongue deep into her warm pussy.

She reaches down automatically, wrapping petite fingers around the curved cock of her lover and pumping quick and hard. Just the way she likes it, just the way she knows it feels good for her darling.

Annah watches them, her eyes wide, shivering at the sight below her. She sees the arch in Daniela’s back, her cute ass cheeks pink from the earlier slaps, blonde hair barely visible between her legs. She sees and feels the drool dripping from her face, made to deepthroat her strap in a way that makes it difficult to breathe through her mouth or swallow.

They love it.

The more overstimulated she gets from having her sensitive pussy eaten, the faster she jerks Freya off, gasping, gagging, choking adorably around the strap down her throat until her cheek is patted and she’s reminded to breathe through her nose and open her throat for Annah.

Teary golden eyes look up at the woman as Daniela attempts to speak, but all her words are muffled and slurred, the sounds not even passing her lips properly and the forming of words nearly impossible with the strap pressing down heavily on her tongue.

She can’t beg for mercy, can only squirm and moan and press herself against her lovers hungrily as she’s brought to the edge again,

and again,

And again.

#cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x reader #oc annah #oc Freya #lesbian #Annah and Lauren would get along well #hoping this will do well

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glitter-alienz · 19 days ago

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3) What song describes your OC?

4) What song describes your OC and their partner/love interest?

So, separate songs for Olive and Yacin and then their song I just like hearing what songs people associate with their ocs :]

there is SO many songs that describe them, but here is one that’s like, its just very YB to me

youtube

And this one is very Liv core 🫡 she has a house AND a car. She’s living the life

youtube

For songs that describes their love interest,,

I got two for YB since he dates Lauren first then later on becomes QPPs with Emerson. The first one always makes me think of how Lauren was with him (very fun) and the second is just a song that reminds me of both YB and em :)

youtube

I think you thought Liv and YB are partners/love interests but they’re actually best friends and roommates. I still have this song that I always wanted to use to for an animatic with them 🫡

youtube

Ty 4 da ask I love sharing music :)))))

#👽 asks #the dib speakz!!#Oc: yacin #oc: olive #dib ocs #oc: emerson #oc: Lauren #<- since I mentioned them #Roar #toy box #foot ox #gud music #youtube #Ocs #dib shares music

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straightuppotato-art · 1 year ago

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OC-tober Day 8: Past

It's a wild baby Lauren!! Also known as a Button, Laurie, Ren-hen, or Sunny!! Also Daffy because her middle name is Daffodil <3

#I'm absolutely adoring this new style actually omg!!#Much love to references #Idk how to draw a baby!!#art that i do #mind blind #mind blind if #the wayhaven chronicles #oc: lauren #oc-tober #bweirdoctober

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blaithnne · 5 months ago

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Local big sister experiences emotions, more at 6

Been wanting to do one of these with Lauren for AGES, but I never got round to it. Then I saw the Lydia and Phinium expression sheets on @littledigits’ website and I felt inspiration like never before.

The funniest struggle I have with Lauren’s design right now is that she nose too big for she got damn face. Literally, Hilda characters noses take up a fairly small portion of their faces, and her’s took up WAY too much, leaving little room for her to make facial expressions. But I struggled to find a fix because when I made the nose smaller it just didn’t look like Lauren anymore, so I took this as an opportunity to work on that!

She still has a larger nose than most characters, starting higher up (like her grandad!) and ending lower down (but not quite as low as before). I also made her eyes a little smaller and with a shape similar to Lydia’s (though you can see in some of these I hadn’t quite landed on that yet and her eyes are a bit too big), which works both as a nod to her parentage and because I think it makes the nose look bigger. This still doesn’t leave as much room for the mouth as most other characters, but that’s okay — Lauren is a very private person who keeps her feelings close to her chest, I think it works for her to have subtler expressions, adds to how guarded she is! Oh and I also updated the shape of her hair slightly, just to make it a bit more style accurate.

These changes are pretty small on their own, but I think combined they work well to make Lauren feel a lot more…alive? Far less stiff, anyway. I think she also has a more unique facial structure now, instead of just “what if Johanna was 90% nose”. She’s still got a big old nose and I love it but now she can emote, yay!

This is really all just concept stuff, I’m hoping to get a new fullbody style-ref for Lauren out soon! Now that I’ve improved the main issues I had with her face in the last ref, now it’s onto the silhouette! I want her to read as more of a strong character (though it comes across decently in her current ref, I wanna push it more without being as exaggerated as Ahlberg, which is. A challenge for me lol), streamline her silhouette, and finally make her taller than Johanna like she’s always meant to have been <3 I made her shorter for so long because I thought it would help her read better as her daughter but you know what? That’s dumb actually, she’s tall.

ANYWAYS, thank you for listening in on the annual Lauren redesign, and to the artists behind the show for posting so much amazing inspiring show stopping concept work for free because it makes my autism worse /pos

#her hair will prolly need some slight adjustments to account for her blue streaks but that’s a problem for future Sadie #also #local Sadie can’t stop saying “’local person… more at six’#more at NEVER. STOP IT SADIE ENOUGH #oh and apolgoes 2 @littledigits 4 the tag I do not mean 2 bother u <3 #anyways these are not perfect! it’s my first time doing an expression sheet like this #but I’m proud of em anyway!#hilda #hilda the series #netflix hilda #hilda netflix #art #my art #digital art #fanart #doodle #Hilda oc #drawing #Hilda Lauren #Hilda fanart #don’t look too closely at the background I was very lazy with editing the template. which is also from littledigits blog #I will probably do more of these one day #I especially wanna work on her angry expressions lol cause if you’ve read plenism you know my girl has anger issues ✨#and she’s worked on the m since but.#she very much still has a temper so long story short her angry expressions are IMPORTANT I think lol #also the third expression on the top row? my favourite genre of Lauren expressions #just experiencing the horrors #oc #my oc #also the expressions are ordered weird I know but I couldn’t be bothered to line them up properly or in a way that makes sense alright shus

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lovezbrownies · 2 months ago

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Hohoho! Requests are open, eh?

I need more of Lauren. May I please request Lauren with a darling who goes missing? First, they're absent from school, but then days passed and they still haven't come to school. Eventually it's all over the news and there's a whole investigation.

Oomf icl to u this was kind of a pain in the ass to write, I'd never written something kind of high stakes like this, and i honestly had no clue where i was going writing it but i think it came out okay! I went with the emotional route instead! Enjoy!

Missing. (F!Yandere Bully x GN!Reader.)

Lauren's Masterlist - General Masterlist.

Synopsis: You went missing, Lauren went insane.

Lauren McCanister x GN!Reader

Warnings: Reader goes missing, emotional turmoil, Lauren kinda loses it but not in an aggressive way more like never leaving the bed way

Day 1 – Tuesday Night

Lauren sat on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at her phone. No new messages. No missed calls. Her thumbs hovered over the screen, as if willing it to buzz with a response from you. The silence was deafening. Her heart pounded harder with every second that passed, a sickening drumbeat of dread.

You were never late. You never missed school. The idea that you were just out of reach, somewhere in the dark, gnawed at her like sharp teeth sinking into her skin. She squeezed her phone tighter, biting her lip to keep from screaming. Maybe you were just sick. Maybe you lost your phone. Maybe, maybe, maybe...

But none of it felt right. A chill crawled up her spine as she sat alone in the quiet of her room. She could hear the faint hum of the television from downstairs, her mother probably watching some late-night news. Lauren’s mind whirled with images—what if you were lying in a ditch somewhere? What if something worse had happened? Her throat tightened as she tried to swallow the panic rising in her chest.

She wanted to call you again, but the thought of hearing the ringing tone, unanswered and hollow, twisted her insides. Instead, she typed another text, her fingers trembling.

Lauren: Just tell me you're okay. Please.

She stared at the screen, the word "Delivered" mocking her. Time slowed. Her pulse quickened. How could a few hours feel like an eternity? She threw her phone onto the bed, pressing her hands to her face, trying to steady her breathing, but all she could see was your face—the way you always smiled through your exhaustion, how determined you were to show up, no matter what. She had teased you for it, but now, in this choking silence, she wished she had done more. Forced you to stay with her. Dragged you to school. Anything but this.

Her chest tightened, and for the first time in years, Lauren felt truly helpless. That night, sleep didn’t come. Only the cruel sting of fear.

Day 2 – Wednesday

Lauren had never felt this empty. It was as if a hole had opened up inside her chest, and everything that made her "Lauren" was slowly being sucked into it. She could hear the whispers in the hallway—students and teachers alike, all murmuring your name. They didn’t know where you were either. The school felt different today, the usual buzz of laughter and chatter muted under the weight of your absence. Even the teachers seemed shaken, their glances darting to the empty seat where you should have been.

She stared down at her phone in class, willing it to light up with a text, a missed call—anything. Her eyes burned from exhaustion, her fingers shaking slightly as she typed yet another message:

Lauren: r u ok? please answer me, im going crazy here.

Nothing. No reply. She set the phone down, but her heart was already racing, her skin hot with anxiety. What if you were hurt? What if something had happened in those early hours of the morning when you were walking alone? She clenched her fists under the desk, nails digging into her palms until they left red crescents in her skin. It wasn’t fair. You were supposed to be here. Right now. Laughing at something dumb she said, rolling your eyes at her teasing. You were supposed to be here.

The day dragged on like molasses, every minute a fresh torture. By the time the final bell rang, she couldn’t stand it anymore. She was going to skip her next class, run straight to your house, and demand answers. You couldn’t just disappear. Not you.

But as soon as she reached the gate, she saw her mother’s car, waiting for her like a bad omen. Julie’s cold, stern expression meant there was no escaping today. She was trapped. As they drove in silence, Lauren’s mind screamed.

That night, the panic settled deeper in her bones. She curled up in bed, clutching her phone so tight her knuckles went white, praying for the buzz of a notification that never came. When sleep finally took her, it was full of nightmares—of you, reaching out to her from a dark forest, your face pale, your eyes pleading for help she couldn’t give.

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Day 3 – Thursday

By Thursday, the fear had solidified into something worse—guilt. It clung to her like a suffocating fog, weighing down her every thought. She couldn’t shake the feeling that this was her fault. She had let you walk to school alone. She had let you go when something inside her told her not to. If only she had insisted, forced you to ride with her, maybe you would still be here.

She skipped practice that day. There was no point in playing football when every fiber of her being was screaming at her to find you. She wandered through the halls like a ghost, barely hearing anything around her. The questions from teachers, the concerned glances from friends—all of it blended into a blur of noise. Nothing mattered except finding you.

Her phone buzzed, and for a split second, hope flared in her chest. But it was just another concerned message from a classmate, asking where you were. She didn’t reply. She couldn’t.

Her mother noticed the change in her, of course. Julie’s sharp eyes missed nothing. But all she offered were logical explanations. "They’ll turn up. Missing persons are found more often than not, especially in a small town. You’re overthinking it, Lauren."

Overthinking? Lauren wanted to scream. This wasn’t overthinking. This was raw, gnawing terror that had taken root in her stomach and wouldn’t let go. She couldn’t eat, couldn’t focus. The only thing that kept running through her mind was what she would say to you when you finally showed up. Would she yell at you? Hug you? Cry? Probably all three.

But as the day ended and there was still no sign of you, the guilt deepened. She couldn’t stop thinking about how much she had teased you, pushed you. What if you had run away? What if her constant needling had driven you off, made you hate her? The thought tore through her like a jagged blade, leaving nothing but raw, open wounds in its wake.

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Day 4 – Friday

Friday was a blur. The weight of your absence had finally settled into Lauren’s bones, making her feel heavier, slower, like she was wading through a thick fog. The world outside kept moving—people laughing, cars honking, life continuing—but for her, everything had come to a halt.

Her phone had become an anchor, something she checked compulsively every few minutes even though she knew there would be no new messages. She hadn’t heard from you in days, and the silence was unbearable. It pressed in on her from all sides, making it hard to breathe, hard to think.

By now, the rumors had spread. People were talking—about you, about what might have happened, about why no one had seen you. Every whispered word felt like a knife in Lauren’s chest. She couldn’t stand it. She wanted to scream at them, tell them to shut up, that you were fine, that you’d be back any minute. But the truth was, she didn’t know that. She didn’t know if you were okay, if you were alive. And that thought—the possibility that you might not be—was slowly killing her.

That night, she lay in bed, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst. She stared at the ceiling, tears streaming silently down her face as guilt gnawed at her insides. You had always been so kind to her, so patient. And what had she done? Teased you, pushed you, maybe even hurt you without realizing it.

"I’m sorry," she whispered into the empty room,

her voice cracking as the words escaped her trembling lips. "I’m so, so sorry."

Her chest tightened with every breath, a weight pressing down on her that she couldn’t shake. It felt like drowning—an endless sea of regret and worry, pulling her deeper with every second that passed. She couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, couldn’t think about anything but you and where you could possibly be. The image of you lost, scared, or hurt played over and over in her mind until she couldn’t bear it anymore. By the early hours of the morning, Lauren found herself curled up into a ball, tears staining her pillow as she begged the universe to bring you back.

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Day 5 – Saturday

By Saturday, the numbness had set in. Lauren hadn’t slept in days, her body running on pure adrenaline and anxiety. Her eyes were bloodshot, her head pounding from the constant cycle of worry, guilt, and fear. She hadn’t gone to practice, hadn’t answered her mom’s questions. Nothing mattered except finding you.

The house felt like a prison. Every time she moved, it felt like the walls were closing in, trapping her with the weight of her own thoughts. She couldn’t escape them. They followed her, whispered to her, taunted her. "You should’ve walked with them. You should’ve kept them close. This is your fault."

Every time her phone buzzed, her heart leapt into her throat, only to plummet when it wasn’t you. She hadn’t left her room in hours, her fingers scrolling endlessly through your old text messages, clinging to the words as if they were the only connection she had left to you.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to punch something, to break something, to do anything to relieve the overwhelming pressure building inside her. But instead, she just sat there, frozen in place, as the world outside continued to turn without you in it.

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Day 6 – Sunday Morning

On Sunday, something broke inside of her. It wasn’t the sudden shock of hearing about your disappearance anymore—it was the slow, creeping acceptance that maybe… maybe you weren’t coming back. Her heart ached, raw and open, every beat a reminder of her own failure. The police had told her not to worry, that missing persons were often found within the first 72 hours. But it had been more than 72 hours. It had been five long, torturous days.

As she lay in bed that morning, staring blankly at the ceiling, her phone rang. Not a text this time, but an actual call. She sat up, her heart racing as she grabbed it, it was her football buddy, he knew of everything and had tried all he could to comfort her, sweet but Lauren never liked him. Her fingers shook as she answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey Lauren!! You’ll never gues-” The voice on the other end was elated but she cut him off, Lauren didn’t have the time to play the guess what game when you were missing, “John fuck off just tell me.”

"I think they found them!"

The words didn’t register at first. Found them? Found you?

"What…? What do you mean?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, as if speaking louder would shatter the fragile hope suddenly blooming in her chest.

"They found Y/N! A couple recognized them walking near the forest this morning. They're–" John could barely finish his sentence before Lauren rushed out the house, ending the call before hearing what he had to say, she couldn’t waste time listening to that absolute loser.

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The Reunion

Lauren didn’t remember much after that. Her mind went blank, her body moving on autopilot as she bolted out of the house, barely registering her mom’s startled shout. She didn’t care. She couldn’t care about anything except getting to you. Her heart was racing, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she ran—ran faster than she ever had in her life.

When she arrived, you were there, sitting on a bench, disheveled and pale but alive. Alive.

The sight of you hit her like a freight train, the emotions that had been building inside her for days finally crashing down all at once. Without thinking, she ran to you, dropping to her knees in front of you and pulling you into the tightest hug she could manage. She didn’t care how dirty or exhausted you were—she just needed to feel you, to know that you were real and not some cruel dream.

"Oh my god," she choked out, her voice thick with emotion. "I thought I lost you. I thought—I thought you were gone."

Her words came out in a frantic rush, her hands gripping you as if she were afraid you’d disappear again if she let go. Tears streamed down her face, uncontrollable and raw, every sob a release of the fear and guilt she had been holding in for days.

"I’m sorry," she whispered into your hair. "I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. I should’ve—" Her voice broke, and for the first time in her life, Lauren felt completely, utterly vulnerable. No teasing, no bravado, just pure, unfiltered emotion.

You pulled back slightly, your own eyes glassy with exhaustion, and gave her a tired smile. "I’m okay, Lauren. I’m okay."

But that wasn’t enough for her. It would never be enough. She squeezed you tighter, her heart aching with the realization of just how much you meant to her. How much she loved you. How terrified she had been of losing you.

For the first time, Lauren let herself feel everything. The fear, the love, the regret. She held you close and promised herself she would never let you go again.

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