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🌸My Super Long Hopefully Fun Character Ask Game:

👕Appearance

What is your character's favorite physical trait they possess?

What would your character wear if they were told they had to gussy up?

Is there something about your character's appearance that they would change if possible?

Does your character have a favorite material they like to wear?

What are your character's opinion on scars?

How much interest does your character take in trends?

Is there someone your character tries to look similar to?

Does your character have a physical trait that they're known for?

What does your character smell like?

If your character could splurge on a particular garment, what would it be?

Is your character's favorite color a color they wear often?

Has your character gone through major stylistic or physical changes?

What is something your character would refuse to wear?

Is there a style your character is afraid they can’t pull off?

Would your character wear something someone else picked out for them?

Is your character's appearance more telling or deceiving?

What are your character's thoughts on wearing costumes?

Does your character have a favorite outfit?

If your character had to get a tattoo what would it be?

📦Objects

Is there an item your character doesn't like to leave without?

What gift would your character give to someone they didn't like but felt obligated to?

What type of object is likely to catch your character's attention?

Is there an item your character liked that they can’t get back? 

Would your character ever try to haggle?

What is something your character is proud to own?

Does your character ever spend more than they have?

What would it take for your character to give up an item they really like?

Does your character prefer to give or receive gifts?

Is there a type of object your character doesn’t like?

What might an acquaintance think is a good gift for your character?

Does your character personify objects?

What does your character most enjoy shopping for?

Is there an item your character is embarrassed they own or want?

Would your character prefer something bought or made personally?

Is your character willing to ask for things?

What is most important to your character when shopping?

🍽️Food and Drink

What flavor would your character say their personality is?

Would your character prefer baking, cooking or mixing drinks?

Is there a food or drink your character is unwilling to try?

How big is your character's appetite?

Does your character consider eating fun?

Would your character eat or drink something they didn't like to appease someone?

Is there food that has made your character sick?

What is your character's favorite food group?

Does your character like to try new foods?

What is a childhood meal your character cherishes?

Is your character food motivated?

Which mealtime is your character's favorite?

How much does your character care about wasting food?

Does your character prefer restaurant food or home cooked food?

What food or drink does your character consider a treat?

Is there a food texture your character doesn't like?

What kind of drinks does your character prefer?

🌤️Weather and Nature

What would your character do if they were suddenly caught in the rain?

Has your character had a meaningful encounter with an animal?

What season would your character say they're most similar to?

Is there a natural phenomenon that scares your character?

Has your character ever had an animal phase?

Would your character enjoy sky gazing?

Does your character have a good sense of direction?

What type of environment does your character like best?

Is your character good with animals?

How would your character react to snow?

What part of nature would your character most resonate with?

Could your character survive in the wilderness on their own for a week or more?

What element best represents your character?

Does your character prefer hot or cold weather?

Is there a creature that scares your character?

What celestial body would interest your character the most?

Is your character good with plants?

How willing would your character be to nap outside?

What animal would your character say best represents them?

🤝Community and Relationships

Does your character prefer company or solitude when sick?

What is your character's favorite kind of social event?

How comfortable would your character be singing and dancing in front of others?

Is your character upfront about their feelings?

Who would your character first seek if they needed medical help?

How willing would your character be to go to a party with people they don't know?

Who is your character most honest with?

How likely is it for your character to initiate a friendship?

Where is your character's comfort place?

Is there a habit your character has that they learned from someone else?

Does your character have people they think would worry about them if they got injured?

How would your character react to being put in a position of leadership?

Would your character be good at providing medical assistance?

Who would your character say knows them best?

Is there a person your character would turn to for backup in a fight?

Who would your character most want to sign their cast if they got one?

How well does your character work with others?

What is your character's favorite form of affection?

Does your character enjoy celebrating holidays?

What would it take for your character to get into a fight?

💓Mind, Body and Soul

What is a habit your character has that others might find cute?

Are there particular sounds your character is fond of?

Is your character more prone to fight or flight?

Does your character believe in myths and fairy tales?

What words could tear your character down?

How well does your character act under pressure?

Is your character good at practicing self-care?

What scents does your character find comforting?

Does your character have any allergies?

Is your character a light, medium or heavy sleeper?

Does your character have strong willpower?

Is your character more likely to give advice or seek it?

How does your character relax?

Is there a secret thing your character longs to hear?

Does your character have a sleep routine?

Would your character feel confident in a fight?

Is your character more energized in the morning, afternoon or at night?

How often does your character have nightmares?

Are there scents your character dislikes?

Is there a fear your character wants to learn to overcome?

If your character had to act in a play what role would they think they’d best perform?

Does your character have a high pain tolerance?

🎲 Hobbies and Activities

What kind of games does your character most enjoy playing?

Does your character have a secret hobby?

What is a talent your character wishes they had?

Is there an activity your character used to enjoy that they now dislike?

Which does your character try to prioritize more, work or hobbies?

Does your character work better with creative or technical endeavors?

What is a talent that your character is proud of?

Is your character more outdoorsy or indoorsy?

What is a topic your character would be excited to talk about? 

Is there a skill your character doesn’t know they’re bad at?

Does your character have any injury stories?

What kind of music does your character enjoy?

Has your character ever made something for themselves or someone else?

What is your character’s opinion on cheating in games?

How good is your character at following through on projects?

What’s an activity that reminds your character of someone else?

Does your character prefer music or silence?

What is a topic your character wouldn't want to talk about?

[goose-dollies]

@ikea-dollies Lucas and Kylie-

so what if I sucked his dick. his knuckles were split and bloody from defending my safety and my honour what else was I supposed to do

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AMJDJRBDHFUHWJDIXJ goose.exe has stopped working

Birthday Gift.

words: 1.2k~ cw: smut, soft fluff (bc Dante loves her very much) I guess, legal age gap (25&33) a/n: You know me. This is not Proofread.

May 5th, 2024

Dante sat outside his shop, watching the delivery driver carrying inside spools upon spools of new fabric he had ordered, a cigarette between his fingers and eyes locked on the sun lowering in the horizon.

Marissa was out with her friends tonight, partying and having fun, completely unaware of what he was up to, of what he was planning.

Dante prided himself in being able to keep certain aspects of his life under wraps. It came with being involved in the things he is, the life he leads, the kinks he engages in.

It could also stem from having suppressed certain sides of him growing up to avoid criticism and abuse. Maybe.

Either way, he was actually a good liar, or, at the very least, good at hiding the truth even if he didn't particularly enjoy it.

Like currently, when he had told Marissa he was knee-deep in projects for some event and, therefore, had to work overtime and wouldn't be available as often as she wished for him to be.

He told her, also, he didn't want her to feel neglected or abandoned, but that he knew he was going to be in no mood for visits or play sessions and would likely not even answer texts for a while.

Dante had spotted the way she tried arguing, pouting, getting a bratty attitude, only for him to shut it down and tell her directly, eye-to-eye "This is not an invitation for you to be a brat and defy me. I'm telling you how it is. I'm gonna be stressed and overworked and don't want to risk you catching me in a bad mood and me hurting you."

Was it harsh? Yes. Did it make him feel like shit? Also yes. But, this time, a lie was necessary. It'd be worth it. Just to see the smile on her face.

That's the only thought in his mind as the driver comes back out of the shop and extends the electronic signature device to him, letting Dante sign for the delivery.

-

May 15th, 2024

"Have the fit you wanna have, princess, but get dressed and get in the fucking car." Dante scolds her as he glares at her from the other side of the threshold of her apartment.

Sure, he knew Marissa would be a brat, but what did she expect? He did warn her he'd be stressed and busy, so why was she now denying going out with him on her birthday?

"No." Marissa retorts and crosses her arms, a pout on her lips. "You don't get to ignore my texts for three days and now suddenly message me to get dressed and that you're taking me out on my birthday without even having texted me 'Happy Birthday' or 'Good morning'."

Dante takes a deep breath to steel himself and sighs. "Marissa, for all that is Holy-" He begins, squeezing his gloved hands into fists. "Either you get dressed and come down to the fucking car so I can show you your stupid fucking birthday gifts, or I will toss you over my shoulder and take you as you are right now." He warns and gestures at her lounging outfit.

"I'd like to see you try." Marissa replies with a bite to her voice, already on her to slamming the door shut in his face. Dante stops her by slamming his foot between the door and the doorjamb.

"Now you listen here, you brat-" He warns as he pushes the door open and wraps his arms around the shorter girl, sliding his fingers amidst her pretty brown hair, his fingertips gripping her head and holding it in place.

Marissa tries fighting him, squirming, only for him to pin her against the wall and quench her needy thirst by pressing his thigh between her own, his arm around her back pulling her down and rocking her back and forth against the black material of his slacks.

She mews so prettily, even when she's angry at him... especially when she's angry at him.

"Is this what you need? To have me fuck the attitude out of you, hm? On your own birthday?" He taunts as he looks her in the eye, his nose brushing against her cheek and his lips already kissing up her jaw and wetting her skin.

"Shut up-" Marissa retorts, still holding onto her bratty fit, but slowly losing her bravado as he rocks her back and forth against his thigh, her toes barely catching a perch on the floor of her apartment, sometimes grazing his polished dress shoes.

"I would've thought a little brat like you would want me to treat her all nice, take her out to an expensive dinner, and present her with a fortune worth of gifts..." He teases and chuckles.

"But no... All you want is me, isn't it, sweet thing? All you need is your Sir, isn't it?" He adds as he carefully probes his tongue into her mouth, feeling her suck on it, while his hands grab her around the hip and pull her close.

Marissa whines into his mouth, sucking and licking his tongue, feeling the taste of him, one she hasn't had the ability to get in 10 days, and has missed dearly.

Pulling back from the kiss, he resumes talking to her, nearly goading her. "You could behave, you know? You could... let me take you out like I planned... You know how much it cost me to reserve a table for us at that one restaurant you always talk about wanting to go?" He complains as he kisses her jaw and keeps rocking her cunt against his thigh.

"God damn you, sweet thing," Dante grunts as he undoes his belt with one hand, tugging down his dress pants, and fishing out his already hardening cock. "I love how much of a brat you are, but you also annoy the crap out of me," He says, his tone fully affectionate as he takes her hand and wraps it around his length.

"Is this what you wanted? This cock?" He taunts before pulling her underwear aside and rubbing his fingers down her slit, and back up, his fingertips rubbing against her clit. "These fingers? Me taking care of your pretty cunny, huh? Because she can't resist me, can she?"

Marissa nods and bucks her hips against his hand, causing a rumble of a laugh to rise in his chest. Her sounds of pleasure are soft and needy as her hands grab onto the material of his blazer, one he tailor-made for himself.

"God, you know how long I spent on your gift? And all you wanted was my cock buried inside you?" He asks her as he leans his forehead against hers, his fingertips still fanning over her clit, rubbing and carefully twisting it between two fingers.

"What is it...?" His brat ends up asking through frustrated and needy sounds of pleasure, causing Dante to chuckle again.

"I sewed you a whole closet worth of pieces..." He murmurs and closes his eyes as she fists his cock a bit faster, hissing through clenched teeth. "Dresses, skirts, tops, pretty little panties that I plan on ripping off you..." He murmurs in her ear before biting her earlobe.

"Anything you could ever want, I sewed it for you, and any other time you find something you like, I'll sew it too..." He tells her as he licks a stripe up her neck before kissing her again.

for @goose-dollies :) sorry I got lazy at the end, idk

[goose-dollies]

The Dollhouse

Marissa Karin Romano

Kylie Marcie Rossi-Brown

Matteo Enzo De Luca

Isa Cruz Garcia

Evelyne Marie Gray

Marcus Alexander Wagner

Alara "Cleo" Emil Demir

[goose-dollies]

Bella Ciao

Now Playing: So High School

Word Count: 1.2k+

Pairing: F! Dolly Kylie Marcie Rossie-Brown x Moot! Dolly Lucas Fox

A/N: I blame the mojitos and Kea. @ikea-dollies & @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries

CWs: AGELESS, MINORS, DNI, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED, Fluff/Smut, Kylie is in love, cuddling, shameless smut, Lucas’s pale ass (literally), balcony sex, piv sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f), hair pulling, darcyphillia, slight legal age gap (6 years), sloppy style making out, multiple orgasms, exhibitionism, talk of pregnancy.

I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME, YOU ARE.

The crashing of beach waves was the first sound Kylie woke up to. She then felt the warmth of the body behind her, the arm around her waist, and the breathing of her Lucas. The air in Naples was slightly humid, so they relied on a thin hotel sheet and each other for warmth rather than a blanket. She sees the orange of the sun rising reflect upon Lucas's pale skin, she shifts in his arms and brings a hand up to his cheek, light touching his skin as to not disturb his peace. Much to her dismay, his light lashes flutter, and she is met with his green eyes. Lucas grins at her, pulling her closer to him.

"And in the blink of a crinkling eye,"

"Knew I looked good, but do ya have to stare all the time?"

Kylie snorts, wrapping her arms around his neck, their bare chests pressed together.

"I much prefer the ocean, maybe we can go today? Get some lunch at that cafe?"

Lucas grumbles, pushing his face into the crook of her neck, "Five more minutes,"

"I'm tryin' to stifle my sighs,"

Sometimes, just sometimes, Kylie wonders how Lucas survives England summers.

"You look ridiculous."

"You weren't saying that this morning, darling."

Kylie stares at him, under an umbrella, in a sun suit, outfit complete with a fucking sun hat. There was a white cast of sunscreen on his face from the unholy amount of the product he put on prior. Meanwhile, she was in a simple bikini fully out under the sun.

"You look worse than a fucking tourist; you're paler than before, and I didn't know that was even possible for a ginger."

Lucas glares at her for that, opening his book and turning his attention to that.

"See if this 'ginger', fucks you tonight."

Kylie fully laughs at that, sinking down into the beach chair next to him.

"'Cause I feel so high school every time I look at you."

"No one's ever had me, not like you."

Kylie leans on the balcony of their hotel room, watching the blue waves reflect off the moon and crash upon the sandy shore again and again, until Lucas comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. She hums when he drags the strap of her white nightgown down, trailing sloppy kisses down the side of her neck, taking advantage of her hair being up in a messy bun. She presses back against him, her ass grinding into his growing bulge. Lucas groans low in his throat, pulling her hips back into him.

"So much for not fucking me tonight,"

"Shut up, pretty girl."

Kylie smiles, turning around in his arms. Lucas stares back at her before slotting their lips together. She wraps her arms around his neck to pull him closer to her. His hands go to her waist, bunching the fabric there and pulling it up and over her head. He lets the nightgown fall to the ground; they can worry about the missing clothes in the morning, and captures Kylie's lips once more.

“Tell me 'bout the first time you saw me,”

Kylie’s heart hammers in her chest when Lucas lowers onto his knees, scraping his teeth against her stomach as he goes. She flushes as she stares down at him, his pupils blown, the black eclipsing the green. Lucas places wet, open mouthed kisses to each of her thighs before throwing her right leg over her shoulder, maintaining eye contact. Kylie's hand finds its way in his messy mop of red curls, pulling him closer to her core.

"Please, no teasing," She whispers, careful to not be too loud and disturb their neighbors.

Lucas huffs, but indulges his girl by licking a stripe through her folds, causing her to whimper and buck her hips up into his mouth.

"You knew what you wanted,"

Kylie clings to the railing behind her and moans out when Lucas drags his tongue up to her clit and sucks, bringing a hand up to her hips to stabilize her. Her hips grind against his tongue, shoving his face deeper into her cunt. One of Lucas's hands leaves her hip, going to circle her entrance, pushing into her warm walls when she whines into the air. He's able to easily add a second finger when she begs for more, pushing them in an curling in a come hither motion. Kylie spasms around him, thighs tensing and body curling inward.

She pants through the pleasure, Lucas moving her fingers consistently in and out of her, prolonging her orgasm. He doesn't stop until her body relaxes, sagging against the railing, and her delicate hand pulling him away from her core.

Lucas stands up and spins Kylie around, bending her over the railing, pulling a squeak from her throat. He drapes his chest over her back, his lips next to her ear and his stubble scratching her jaw.

“Shush, don’t want anyone to hear, do you darling?” Kylie nods, bringing her arm back to grab onto any part of him, settling on his forearm. She whimpers when she feels the fabric of his sleep pants shift, the warmth of his cock replacing it.

“And, boy, you got her,”

Kylie wiggles her hips back when Lucas runs the head between her folds, lubing his cock in her slick. He pushes his hips forward when the top catches on her entrance, her tight cunt enveloping him with warmth. Lucas admires her face, the way it contorts in pleasure and how her eyebrows scrunch, her kiss swollen lips parting in a perfect “O.” He gives her a moment to adjust, picking up the pace when she arches her back against him. Mewls and cries fall from Kylie’s lips, echoing into the night. Lucas brings his hand up to cover her mouth, his thumb resting on her cheekbone. He gently pulls her up, her spine bowing on his chest. The sounds of his pelvis meeting the plush of her ass fills the new silence. The head of his cock hammers against the nerves within her walls, her cunt gushing and her glassy eyes crossing. A well aimed thrust sends the tears of pleasure running down her flushed cheeks. Lucas guessed that the mumbles she slurs is his warning that she’s going to cum. “C’mon darling, come on my cock,”

That was all it took to send her off the edge. Kylie’s entire body jerked, her cunt clenching around his length. She pants against his hand, stray tears pooling between his fingers. Lucas lets her head rest on the railing, opting to grip onto her waist, chasing his own orgasm. Kylie whimpers from the overstimulation, her thighs shaking from holding herself up for so long. Lucas groans, pressing his chest flush with her sweaty back as he cums. They sit there for a few moments, enjoying the peace and the afterglow of their orgasms.

"It's true, swear, Scout's honor,"

After cleaning up, Lucas pulls Kylie closer to him, resting his cheek on the crown of her head. Kylie thinks back to early this morning as she lays on her Lucas's chest, about the peace she felt when she was with him, and about the positive pregnancy test currently in the en-suite trash bin, wrapped in toilet paper. Yeah, she smiles to herself, he’s the one.

"You knew what you wanted, and, boy, you got her."

Thanks to @superhero-landing for holding me accountable 🫶🏻

[goose-dollies]

[goose-dollies]

Bella Ciao

Now Playing: So High School

Word Count: 1.2k+

Pairing: F! Dolly Kylie Marcie Rossie-Brown x Moot! Dolly Lucas Fox

A/N: I blame the mojitos and Kea. @ikea-dollies & @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries

CWs: AGELESS, MINORS, DNI, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED, Fluff/Smut, Kylie is in love, cuddling, shameless smut, Lucas’s pale ass (literally), balcony sex, piv sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f), hair pulling, darcyphillia, slight legal age gap (6 years), sloppy style making out, multiple orgasms, exhibitionism, talk of pregnancy.

I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME, YOU ARE.

The crashing of beach waves was the first sound Kylie woke up to. She then felt the warmth of the body behind her, the arm around her waist, and the breathing of her Lucas. The air in Naples was slightly humid, so they relied on a thin hotel sheet and each other for warmth rather than a blanket. She sees the orange of the sun rising reflect upon Lucas's pale skin, she shifts in his arms and brings a hand up to his cheek, light touching his skin as to not disturb his peace. Much to her dismay, his light lashes flutter, and she is met with his green eyes. Lucas grins at her, pulling her closer to him.

"And in the blink of a crinkling eye,"

"Knew I looked good, but do ya have to stare all the time?"

Kylie snorts, wrapping her arms around his neck, their bare chests pressed together.

"I much prefer the ocean, maybe we can go today? Get some lunch at that cafe?"

Lucas grumbles, pushing his face into the crook of her neck, "Five more minutes,"

"I'm tryin' to stifle my sighs,"

Sometimes, just sometimes, Kylie wonders how Lucas survives England summers.

"You look ridiculous."

"You weren't saying that this morning, darling."

Kylie stares at him, under an umbrella, in a sun suit, outfit complete with a fucking sun hat. There was a white cast of sunscreen on his face from the unholy amount of the product he put on prior. Meanwhile, she was in a simple bikini fully out under the sun.

"You look worse than a fucking tourist; you're paler than before, and I didn't know that was even possible for a ginger."

Lucas glares at her for that, opening his book and turning his attention to that.

"See if this 'ginger', fucks you tonight."

Kylie fully laughs at that, sinking down into the beach chair next to him.

"'Cause I feel so high school every time I look at you."

"No one's ever had me, not like you."

Kylie leans on the balcony of their hotel room, watching the blue waves reflect off the moon and crash upon the sandy shore again and again, until Lucas comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. She hums when he drags the strap of her white nightgown down, trailing sloppy kisses down the side of her neck, taking advantage of her hair being up in a messy bun. She presses back against him, her ass grinding into his growing bulge. Lucas groans low in his throat, pulling her hips back into him.

"So much for not fucking me tonight,"

"Shut up, pretty girl."

Kylie smiles, turning around in his arms. Lucas stares back at her before slotting their lips together. She wraps her arms around his neck to pull him closer to her. His hands go to her waist, bunching the fabric there and pulling it up and over her head. He lets the nightgown fall to the ground; they can worry about the missing clothes in the morning, and captures Kylie's lips once more.

“Tell me 'bout the first time you saw me,”

Kylie’s heart hammers in her chest when Lucas lowers onto his knees, scraping his teeth against her stomach as he goes. She flushes as she stares down at him, his pupils blown, the black eclipsing the green. Lucas places wet, open mouthed kisses to each of her thighs before throwing her right leg over her shoulder, maintaining eye contact. Kylie's hand finds its way in his messy mop of red curls, pulling him closer to her core.

"Please, no teasing," She whispers, careful to not be too loud and disturb their neighbors.

Lucas huffs, but indulges his girl by licking a stripe through her folds, causing her to whimper and buck her hips up into his mouth.

"You knew what you wanted,"

Kylie clings to the railing behind her and moans out when Lucas drags his tongue up to her clit and sucks, bringing a hand up to her hips to stabilize her. Her hips grind against his tongue, shoving his face deeper into her cunt. One of Lucas's hands leaves her hip, going to circle her entrance, pushing into her warm walls when she whines into the air. He's able to easily add a second finger when she begs for more, pushing them in an curling in a come hither motion. Kylie spasms around him, thighs tensing and body curling inward.

She pants through the pleasure, Lucas moving her fingers consistently in and out of her, prolonging her orgasm. He doesn't stop until her body relaxes, sagging against the railing, and her delicate hand pulling him away from her core.

Lucas stands up and spins Kylie around, bending her over the railing, pulling a squeak from her throat. He drapes his chest over her back, his lips next to her ear and his stubble scratching her jaw.

“Shush, don’t want anyone to hear, do you darling?” Kylie nods, bringing her arm back to grab onto any part of him, settling on his forearm. She whimpers when she feels the fabric of his sleep pants shift, the warmth of his cock replacing it.

“And, boy, you got her,”

Kylie wiggles her hips back when Lucas runs the head between her folds, lubing his cock in her slick. He pushes his hips forward when the top catches on her entrance, her tight cunt enveloping him with warmth. Lucas admires her face, the way it contorts in pleasure and how her eyebrows scrunch, her kiss swollen lips parting in a perfect “O.” He gives her a moment to adjust, picking up the pace when she arches her back against him. Mewls and cries fall from Kylie’s lips, echoing into the night. Lucas brings his hand up to cover her mouth, his thumb resting on her cheekbone. He gently pulls her up, her spine bowing on his chest. The sounds of his pelvis meeting the plush of her ass fills the new silence. The head of his cock hammers against the nerves within her walls, her cunt gushing and her glassy eyes crossing. A well aimed thrust sends the tears of pleasure running down her flushed cheeks. Lucas guessed that the mumbles she slurs is his warning that she’s going to cum. “C’mon darling, come on my cock,”

That was all it took to send her off the edge. Kylie’s entire body jerked, her cunt clenching around his length. She pants against his hand, stray tears pooling between his fingers. Lucas lets her head rest on the railing, opting to grip onto her waist, chasing his own orgasm. Kylie whimpers from the overstimulation, her thighs shaking from holding herself up for so long. Lucas groans, pressing his chest flush with her sweaty back as he cums. They sit there for a few moments, enjoying the peace and the afterglow of their orgasms.

"It's true, swear, Scout's honor,"

After cleaning up, Lucas pulls Kylie closer to him, resting his cheek on the crown of her head. Kylie thinks back to early this morning as she lays on her Lucas's chest, about the peace she felt when she was with him, and about the positive pregnancy test currently in the en-suite trash bin, wrapped in toilet paper. Yeah, she smiles to herself, he’s the one.

"You knew what you wanted, and, boy, you got her."

Thanks to @superhero-landing for holding me accountable 🫶🏻

[goose-dollies]

Thanks for the tag Snoots my love! 🫶🏻

npt: @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries @the-original-honeybun @lovifie @lyralein @harpsinfinity and anyone else who wants to join!

New Picrew tag game!

Here's mine! Tagging: @likelyscam @greiiliss @lex-the-lesbiann @apricior @twacn @dip-the-stick and literally anyone else who wants to join, the more the merrier!

[goose-dollies]

v+q 🖤

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Come here dear I will give you the world

Reblog if it’s ok for me to message you with random nsfw and sfw headcanons about COD men or just to talk in general

[goose-dollies]

Soap and Alex eating you out at the same time

(This was inspired by the convo @st-el-la-luna and I had 🤭)

They'd each have one of your thighs in their hand, their tongues desperately fighting to lick as much of your pussy as they can like the greedy little puppies they are.

Their tongues touch each other and Johnny starts to tongue Alex's mouth, making him whimper.

You watch as the two men between your legs make out and messily suck on each others tongues, ignoring your sweet little pussy that's so ready for them.

You whine when they seem to forget about you, the two of them grinding up onto each other making out.

Then Soap gives a slap to your pussy to tell you to be patient and wait your turn, which makes you whimper.

After a few seconds, Alex starts to feel bad for ignoring you and shoves two fingers into you while he continues to make out with Soap.

Soap notices and feels jealousy arise in him again, because how come Alex gets to have all the fun?

Soap then shoves his two fingers into your sopping, tight little pussy to once again compete with Alex.

You squeal and moan at feeling so fucking full, Alex's fingers hooking down while Soap's hooks up, their fingers fucking all the right places inside you.

Soap breaks his makeout sessions with Alex and turns back to your pussy.

He spits on it and makes Alex lick it up, which just made Soap more jealous.

He should really start to think these things through before initiating them. He never takes into consideration his jealousy and greed.

So Soap puts his mouth back onto you, both men sucking and licking at your clit again while you have four big fingers fucking into you.

You start to cry from the overwhelming pleasure which just motivates the men more

Soon enough, you're grabbing and tugging and both Alex's dirty blonde hair and Soap's mohawk while you squirt all over their faces, their tongues and fingers giving you probably the best orgasm you've ever had.

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Masterlist

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Marissa Karin Romano

“That’s a Good Girl” - Marissa x Dante (@ikea-dollies dolly) ❤️‍🔥

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Well, I Wasn't On That Tunnel ❤️

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 (3.6k words)

Pairings: Ghoap x Reader.

Warnings: Poly relationship, rotating POV (mostly Simon's), this chapter is mostly having the conversations to set the poly relationship, no horny stuff on this part is mostly angst and fluff; but dont worry, next part (I only need to revise it) will be up soon and that one? that one is horny ❤️

Simon and Johnny made it to the meeting point an hour later than everyone else. But just like Simon said, no one even thought of leaving before he made it there. 

And just as if anything had ever happened, every man boarded the plane and made their way back to base. And if anyone saw Johnny sitting closer to Ghost… no one said anything. 

By the time they touched ground, Johnny was expecting you to jump inside the plane as soon as the door opened. But you didn't. 

They assumed you would be then on the building, under the shade, waiting for them to make it back safe and sound. But you weren't. 

Many of the men that flew with them were being greeted by their friends, talking about celebrating that they have made it home and joking about missing them. 

Not Johnny, nor Simon. No one greeted them. 

They assumed you would be maybe on your room, busying yourself to take your mind away from the time passing. So they checked, but the room was empty and as if anybody had been there in a while. 

The confusion in their mind was getting transformed into worry, starting to run out of harmless scenarios of what could have happened to you. 

“What if she's working?” Johnny asks when they closed the door to your room. “We have been out for some time.”

“In the med bay you mean?” Simon asks, the flashbacks of the state you were in when they left making it hard to believe that you would be stable enough to go back to work. “We can drop by…”

They had an urge to get to you. Not only did they want to be welcomed back by you after being deployed, no matter if it has been an easy one or if it was short. It was still time apart and they needed to get back to you.

It was the need to talk to you. To set things straight. They had finally taken the step to stop worrying about what to call things, and the morality of the unconventional and instead now focusing on what they wanted. 

They wanted to spill their hearts to you, fill you in on what has happened since they left, on every word they said about you, on every promise made to each other. 

The consolation of the fools. 

That you would agree just as easily as them.

They were aware of your feelings for the two of them, and the nights spent together with them was more than enough proof.

But it was still an abyss worth of distance between loving two people and seeing those two loved ones… love each other. Especially from a distance, and feeling like the barrier of being away was enough to make you unworthy of being part of it.

They were being overconfident. Neither of them had been able to keep a “normal” relationship for long, and now they thought they could make a three way relationship work. 

But it was the possibilities of success that made them silly, the chance that the three could be together, that it could work, that the three of you would be happy.

They already knew what it was like to not have anything, were they not allowed to dream of having everything? 

But their dream started to ramble when they entered the med bay, asking for you and being told you have been deployed. 

Because although they were happy you have been discharged, it was a big step from not being able to work to being deployed right back into action.

Johnny reacted first. His stomach turned, guilt and regret hitting him with force. Was this the same thing you felt when he was deployed? The feeling of throwing you into the wolf jaws? He understands then, that it was not your doubts on him, it was not you feeling that he wasn't good enough, or strong enough. It was you trying to protect him, to keep him from dying in such a stupid and preventable way. Did anyone try to hold you back from working?

Simon was silent, he could read on Johnny's face perfectly fine what he was thinking. But there was an extra factor that Johnny was not taking in mind. When Johnny was deployed, Simon was with him. Nothing would have gotten to Johnny as long as he stayed on his side, and even in your panic driven mind you were able to realise it too. 

So even in your least stable mindset, you could see that Johnny would make it back. That he was not alone, and that Simon would give his life trying to protect Johnny if it came to it. Just like you would and just like you did, deep in the tunnel. 

But Simon was on base, and so was Johnny. And you were deployed with who knows who and who knows where. Completely out of reach for them. They knew somebody must have gone with you, but they didn't know who so they wouldn't know if they would even try and protect you. It wouldn't be the first time that a team has come back without the assigned medic because “we thought no one would shoot the medic”.

Different flavours of guilt were sailing through their blood vessels. Guilt from being with each other. Guilt for not calling more while deployed. Guilt in Simon for being happy that Johnny got deployed because it meant they were alone. Guilt in Johnny for not having taken your point of view when he was deployed. Guilt for being happy since they were in the car meanwhile you could already be dead.

They realised, there and then, when looking at each other, that there existed a chance that they could never see you again. Not because you were not good enough, or because you were not ready; but because a deployment is a deployment. 

Price's office was the next stop. To tell him they were back, to file the reports and what was more important, to know where you were.

“She's with Alex, on a reconnaissance mission.” He explained. A reconnaissance mission, harmless enough to send a two person team… but why a medic? “The therapist recommended to keep her busy and away, they have orders not to engage with the objective.”

That was enough to ease their minds, at least you were not trapped in your room wondering if they were dead. It was them now the ones that had to wait while in the dark. 

The payment for their unfaithfulness.

But unlike you when they were gone, they had each other. So the loneliness wasn't so lonely, and even less as their relationship advanced. Plus, the time together helped them grow closer.

And suddenly, every excuse was good to stand closer, stay alone for longer, coincidentally every task was a couple’s task, and on and on. 

From everyone outside it looked like what it used to look like before the accident. When Ghost would do his job and Johnny would find his way to stay close.��

Only Ghost was aware of the subtle differences; Johnny was no longer running after him, if anything, it was Ghost walking on Johnny's shadow. 

But late at night, in their rooms, the shadows blended together.

It was easier that way, and soon enough, every night that you spent away, they spent together. They always found a way to mention you, to fantasise about you, to dream and plan about you.

“We should take her out for dinner to ask her.”

“Do we need to ask her together or can I ask her first?”

“Do you think we can request a bigger mattress?”

“Do you think Gaz will switch rooms with her so we are all closer?”

“Do you think Price will find out?” “I think he knows since the house.”

“I can't fucking wait until she's back.”

“I can't wait to hear her moan your name.”

It almost felt as if Soap had never hated Simon, like they had always been this close. 

As it always should have been.

When the helo you were flying in finally touched down, Simon and Soap were together in Johnny's room.

When you stepped out of the helo, Simon moved to lay over Johnny on his bed. 

You were walking to the storehouse to drop your equipment and bags, and they were doing the same, taking off their clothes. 

While you wondered whose room to visit first, Simon or Johnny's; they wondered who got to stay at the top, Simon or Johnny. 

There hasn't been a time where they get together, that they didn't bring you up. And this time wasn't any different, yet.

“I'll always be in debt with her for bringing you back to me, Johnny.” 

And when you decided to drop by Johnny's room first, Simon was moving to lay on his back, legs spread around Johnny's wide hips. 

That's what you saw. 

When you opened the door, too excited to knock before opening it.

It's the guilt on their faces that makes you feel like you are intruding. The way Johnny clings the sheets over his body, the slight pained look on Simon's face when he tries to prop himself up.

“Sorry.” You mutter, not even agreeing you should be the one apologising, and closing the door before half walking half sprinting to your room. 

Inside Johnny's room, they only share a look of regret before working on getting dressed to run after you. 

Is Simon the one that manages to go out of the room first, catching your silhouette taking a turn at the end of the hall. 

He calls your name, trying to get you to stop, in vain as you don't even bother to look at him. 

“Love, please, listen to me” He says, when he finally catches up to you, pulling your hand to turn you around. 

“No! It's not fair!” You exclaim, finally turning around. 

If Simon has ever felt guilt before, this must be a new feeling, a stronger mutation of the dreaded feeling. Because the sight of your tear stained face might not be a new one, but knowing it is his fault, has his stomach turning on itself. 

It's the fact it could have been easily avoided; if only they waited for you, if only they didn't get together today, if only they had chosen Simon's room, if only they had locked the door. 

But they didn't.

And the consequences were looking at him.

“What's not fair? Talk to me, please” He doesn't even know what he's expecting you to say. What do you even say in these kinds of situations?

“Listen, I understand that coming to terms with your sexuality is a fucking mess in the head, but it's not fair to drag me into it.” You say, pointing to your head to emphasise your words. Trying your best to keep your voice from cracking, to look strong. “It's not fair to use me between the two of you to be together without feeling bad.” 

“No, no, no, love, you got it all wrong, I promise, that's not it.” Simon tries to calm you down, his hands moving to caress your arms but stopping when you raise your hands to stop him.

“I-I don't know, Si… I… I already felt like an absolute bitch for messing around with the two of you, but if on top of that, you two have something going on I- I'm stepping out, alright?” Deep down in your mind, the part of it that is not currently drowning in emotions, the rational part, is trying to get you to see how hypocritical you are being. They weren't doing anything you haven't done, but still; you chose to go out of your way to make them feel bad. 

You can excuse yourself when you were with Johnny, back in the house when you thought you were going to day. No one was going to blame you for it, and neither were yourself. 

But the night you spent with Simon was a choice, your choice. And you didn't stop to think about how Johnny would feel about it. So how do you dare to get mad at them for giving you a taste of your medicine?

“No, please, love, no, let us explain please.” Simon can see the way your mind is spiralling, your brain twisting between telling yourself you have the right to get upset and telling you that you deserve the pain in your heart. 

“Not now, Ghost, alright? I-I need to go, I'm sorry. I hope you two are happy together.” And you hate the way it sounds leaving your mouth, because it doesn't matter how upset you are, you still love them, and you do mean it when you say you hope they are happy. 

But you realise your mind is not rationalising your thoughts, and staying for any longer will only translate in you saying things to Simon that you don't mean. 

Simon also notices, realising as well that this is not the conversation to have in the middle of the hall and without Johnny. So he lets you go, only turning back when he hears you lock your door. 

It takes you longer than you would like to admit to come to your senses. Having cried your feelings out probably helped. 

You still feel embarrassed, when you realise the only reason why you reacted so badly was your own fault. Your own self doubt and self depreciation. 

Your own self hate making it impossible in your mind to understand that Simon and Johnny wanting each other could still mean that they would like you. 

It makes you want to bury yourself under the covers, how could you believe yourself to be better than any of two of them? Of course they would choose the other over you the second they got over their differences. 

You should be happy for what you got, the time spent together. It was nice while it lasted.

There is a knock on the door, you hold your breath to keep yourself from making any sound. Whoever it is, they can leave. 

“I'm not leaving until you let me in, love.”

Of fucking course. 

You kick your covers off of you, walking to the door dragging your feet. You unlock it, opening just enough to look up at Simon.

“What?” Your voice is hoarse from crying for so long, you must sound and look like a charity case because you can only see pity in Simon's eyes.

“I bought you dinner, you didn't go to the mess hall, I assumed you would be hungry after the deployment.” He says, lifting the hand with the bag of food. 

“I'm fin-” Your stomach grumbling exposes you. “Thank you.”

You take the food, looking into his eyes only to see the little smile on the crinkles. 

“Anything else, Simon?” You ask, not wanting to close the door on his face. 

“Can we talk now?” He asks, going straight to the point like always. 

You sigh, walking into your room letting the door open. “What's there to talk about, Si?”

“About Johnny, you and I.” He answers and you scoff at him.

“You mean about Johnny and you?” You ask, dropping the food on the table and sitting on your bed. 

“No. I mean about Johnny, you and I.” He repeats, walking closer to you.

You sigh, averting his gaze. “You don't need to do this, Simon.”

“What do you think I'm doing?” He asks, crouching down to be eye level with you. 

“Making me feel a part of it out of pity.” You say, finally looking at his eyes.

“Pity? You thinks that's why I'm here?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. You nod at him. “I'm not here for pity, I'm here for you.”

You shake your head, eyes stinging with new tears once again. “No, you don't. You don't want me, Simon. And Johnny doesn't either.”

“Why do you say that, love?” He asks, his hand caressing your knee. “Why do you feel like that?”

“Simon, how can I not feel like it?!” You ask, pushing his hand away. “Can’t you see that Johnny chose me because he didn't have anything else, and then when he had everything he went and chose you!”

“And why can't you see that *I* that have always had everything, only have ever wanted Johnny and you?!” That makes you stop pushing his hand away, but Simon can still see the doubts in your eyes. The broken trust. 

“Then why have you never said anything, Simon? Before the accident? When we got back? Ever?” 

“Because I was stupid! And a coward!” He finally admits, to you and to himself. “And I didn't know what my feelings meant until I thought it was too late.”

You look at him, trying to see any second intentions on his face. Any lies, any disgust, any pity. But you can only see affection and yearning for your forgiveness; but you still know yourself.

“I need some time, Simon… and to talk with Johnny.” You mumble, looking down to where your hand is over his. You see him nod from the corner of your eyes, he leans forward, kissing your forehead softly and stands back up.

“Eat the food, alright? I made sure they loaded all your faves.” He says, pointing at the food and walking to the door, turning to say just before exiting. “Darling… I hope it isn't too late.”

Johnny doesn't visit you at your room, and you know it is because he is aware he will see you at therapy. Just because the two of you have been seen fit to go back to work, doesn't mean you can ignore the obvious wounds and scars still in your mind. 

That's why you are not surprised when he sits next to you on the waiting room

“Morning, bonnie.”

“Morning, Johnny.”

“Simon told me you wanted to talk to me.”

“You don't want to talk to me?” You ask, looking at his face from the side, realising he is looking forward.

“Aye, that I do. But you also told Simon you needed time, I didn't want to push…” he trails off, looking down to his hands.

“Do you like him, Johnny?”

“Don't tell him that I say this but… yes, I like his cranky ass.” He says, a smile appearing on his face. “I also found a journal… and it seems I was fucking obsessed with him, with how much I wrote about him.”

“Your journal?” You ask, suddenly remembering the little notebook he always had on himself. “You never let me look inside…”

“No wonder.” Johnny says chuckling. “You are the only person I wrote about more than about Simon. I couldn't let you see me trailing behind you like a love sick puppy… I had an image to maintain, bonnie lass.” 

He knocks your arm with his elbow, making you smile. He is still Johnny… you can't be mad at him when you betrayed him first. 

“I'm sorry, Johnny.” You mutter, making him finally look at you with furrowed eyebrows. “For… turning to Simon.”

“Turning? Oh, you meant when you were shagging in his office?” It makes you freeze, the realisation hitting you that he knew all along. “Don't apologise… I turned to him too, after all…”

“Are you happy together?” You ask the dreaded question.

“Very… the only thing missing is you, though.”

“Why me, Johnny? I understand it back in the house because there was nobody else, but now…”

“It is you, because I might not remember how we first met or how it was before the accident, but I remember my life long before you entered my life. And I was happier back at the house only knowing you, than knowing everyone but you.” He says, his hand caressing your thigh. 

The lady at the desk calls your name, indicating you to enter the therapist office. 

“Go, we will talk later, the three of us.” Johnny says, you nod at him, going into the office. 

Outside, Johnny stands up, his session is tomorrow but he wasn't going to let such an opportunity to talk to you to pass him. 

You call Simon that evening, asking if he can drop by your room. It takes him 6 minutes to knock on your door. 

You let him in, sitting on your bed and patting the mattress next to you inviting him in. “I talked with Johnny this morning.” 

“I figured… how did it go?” He asks, laying on his side after taking off the mask.

“Good… I guess.” You say, crossing your legs. “I still don't know what to feel.”

“....did you genuinely thought I was the right person to talk about feelings, love?” He asks, smile appearing on his face.

“No, god no.” You say chuckling, rubbing your face to erase all the nervousness off. “I just… I have never even been in an actual relationship, Simon, I don't… I don't know if I could…”

“Well, any of us three have… “ He says, looking at you. 

“Simon… is a disgrace waiting to happen…” You say looking at him.

“It could also be the best decision of our life…” He says, raising an eyebrow.

“I don't know, Si…” you say, playing with your hands. 

“Think of it this way.” He says, grabbing your hands on his. “We are already past the no return point, right? The friendship is already fucked, innit?” You nod at him. “Well… what's there to lose then? If we are going to fuck it up… let's fuck it up completely… Don't you think, love?”

It takes you just a couple of minutes to speak again, but it feels like ages on Simon's mind.

“Do you believe it will work?” You ask, voice timid as you look at him. 

“Yes, love. I do believe it will work.” He answers, his fingers locking with yours. “What do you say? Will you give us a try?”

“Yeah… what's there to lose anyway?”

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My Good Girl

A/N: Smut collaboration with @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries. Thank you so much dear! We both gave each other brain rot about these two for, like, 3 days straight so here we are.

Word Count: 2.7k+

CWs: MINORS, AGELESS BLOGS, DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL, BDSM talk (I am not an expert, do your research like I did), legal age gap (7 years), talk of collars, talk of spanking, dom/sub dynamics, sexting, female masturbation, explicit smut, oral sex (m), deep throating, shoe kink (Marissa rides his shoe), vaginal fingering, praise (use of "good girl"), Dante is a cunt (Kea's words, not mine), Marissa is a brat (my words), all is safe, sane, and consensual, safeword is in place but not mentioned in fic, porn no plot, aftercare is done afterwards, but Goose is too horny to write it. Semi Beta Thanks To Kea, We Still Die Like Men

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Clubs had never been Marissa’s cup of tea, she never liked the bright lights, the sea of people half naked and sweaty, or the blasting music. How she found herself in a BDSM club? She’s got no idea. Marissa clings to the hand of her friend, Leo, who was a frequent dom at this club. She was his plus one for the night to see what the kinky life was all about. He tugs her through the crowd, and she sees a group of people surrounding a man butt ass naked and kneeling - a sub. He seems happy with it, if his painfully hard, leaking cock was of any evidence. They make it to a booth in a semi-secluded area of the club, where another group of people are sitting. There’s no naked sub this time, however.

There is a man wearing a collar, though, paired with a tag that reads: “My Good Boy.” Huh. She keeps her eyes trained on her blueberry mojito, tuning out the voices until a certain sentence sticks out to her. “-Oh yeah, my tailor, Dante, is super talented but he has a MASSIVE waiting list because everyone and their mother wants something of his… he's even gotten people banned from getting any of his business because they were too insistent. I mean, he makes great items, I don’t blame them, but trying to get him to speed up your order when he’s got a brat over his knee? That’s fucked up, man.”

“He plays here?” Marissa can’t stop herself from chiming in.

The man, Sean, points to the bar behind her, where the supposed “Dante” is.

Holy fucking hell. Dante continues to give her a stone cold glare, which she returns in stride. The man’s eyebrow twitches, before he beckons her over with a move of his finger. She freezes, still staring at Dante. There no way he wants her to go over there. Her suspicions are proved correct, however, when Leo practically flings her out of the booth and towards the bar. She stumbles slightly before straightening herself. Powering through her shaky knees and hammering heart, she strides across the club to the bar, her heels clicking with every step. As Marissa approaches him, she realizes just how big he is, practically double her size and covered in tattoos. He smells of cologne and hints of natural musk.

Dante brings that same finger up to her chin and tilts her head up towards him before tucking her hair behind her ear.

“You’re new here…" he muses, before cocking a brow at her, “First time in a club like this? Inexperienced, are you?" Marissa nods dumbly at his words, her brown eyes wide. He chuckles at that. And then his face gets serious, oh god he looks hot serious.

"It’s very easy for you to get taken advantage of here, when you're not sure of what you're doing. If anyone gives you trouble, you let me know, hm?"

He ends it by giving her a little pat on the cheek before he gets up and walks off, leaving her standing there in shock.

Marissa stands outside of a shop the next Saturday. His shop. “It’s very easy for you to get taken advantage of here, when you're not sure of what you're doing.” Not sure of what I’m doing? She muses, time to fix that. The bell at the top of the door rings as she enters. The shop is empty of people save for a looming figure at a desk in the back of the store. Bingo. Marissa strides up to Dante, who had a sewing project in hand, her chin held high. The man barely looks at her before she’s speaking.

“Teach me. Show me everything you know so I can’t be taken advantage of.” Dante raises a brow at her, looks her up and down, and then gestures for her to pull up a chair. She spends the next few hours listening to this man go into extreme, almost painful detail over safewords, the risks, safe BDSM practices, dynamics, and protection, while also straying off topic due to her constant pestering and blushing. Her nails make a click noise as she types his words into her notes app on her phone.

She sucks in a breath before focusing on him and- oh my god he's staring at her over those stupid fucking glasses.

"I...I heard you make custom, clothing and collars."

"I do. Why do you ask?"

She avoids his gaze as she speaks. "Would- could you design a collar for me? So I can see if I like it?"

"I could," Dante places the bunch of fabric on the desk in favor of giving her his full attention. "But I'm not making anything for you until I know for sure you won't get yourself hurt doing anything with it."

She scoffs at him in response, crossing her arms and legs.

"Well how are you supposed to know what I'm doing? Stalk me?"

"Of course not. I'm not mentally deranged. But I can make you a collar and let you only wear it when I am present to supervise how you behave with it, like at the club, or here."

"You're willing to do that? Give away your time. For me?"

"Time will pass regardless, and I might as well spend it making sure you'll be fine."

Marissa stops for a moment to process that. This man, this fucking man, wants to train her into being a sub? Sign me up.

A cheeky smile graces her lips, "Well, who am I to refuse then? If you're okay with it, I will wear the collar only while in your supervision."

Dante looks over at her, raising an eyebrow. "You're very lucky I'm not trying to take advantage of your naivety, because I just got you to accept becoming apart of a dynamic you don't know much about, where someone else has full control of you. Controls your schedule, your location, your habits, your clothing, even your fucking breath. You just signed a verbal contract and handed over the rights to your body to someone you do not know."

"Anyone else would be using that to take advantage of you and then turning it around on you by saying: "you agreed to it""

Marissa flushes in embarrassment at that. Yes, she did just hand her body over, but she's not stupid... right?

"What can I say, I'm a good judge of character then. And if I'm so naive, it's a good thing I'm giving my thoughts and decisions over to someone else, right?"

Dante takes his glasses off, sighing under his breath and cursing in Spanish. "More like risking getting yourself stuck in a dynamic that borders on abusive. Like I said, you're lucky I'm teaching you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She sputters at him, offended.

"Other people would have broken that lovely, fiery spirit of yours, and that would be a shame, I quite like the way you act."

"i'm a patient man, you know? Got nothing but time when I'm doing things like this," He gestures at the intricate dress he had been working on when she stormed in. "But don't mistake my patience for subservience, sweet thing. I can break that spirit of yours too, and we wouldn't want, would we?"

Break her? Break her? Marissa calmly stands from her perch on the chair, walking to stand in front of Dante. She leans down slightly to be eye level with the man. "I may act like a dumb, young woman who is getting involved with things she does not know much about, but a collar, and whatever may align with that, will not break me so easily, Dante. There's more to my 'fiery spirit' than my desires and fantasies."

Her gaze is sharp, piercing through the silence until he speaks again.

"Never said it was the collar that'd be breaking you, mi amor. {My love}" His larger hands come up to cup her face, "These things are much like... torture. There's physical, there's psychological, and there's emotional." He removes a hand from her face to tuck her bangs behind her ears. "And just like real torture, you have to know when to stop, lest you kill the person. And when you hand over control of your everything to someone else you risk them doing that to you, because they don't know when to stop, or simply don't want to because they don't care about you."

"And I'm willing to take that risk, caro, {dear}" She straightens her spine and shoots him a wink, "But, you did let me into your shop after hours and harass you with sex dynamic questions. That doesn't seem very responsible to me."

"Well I was still here working, and I always appreciate the company, plus any excuse to teach someone the ins and outs of healthy dynamics is always appreciated. Too many people don't listen to my advice." Dante's face becomes solum, as if he's remembering a darker time.

Marissa smiles at him again, reaching forward to play with the hem of his shirt. "So, does this mean the famous Dante will design a collar for me?"

He nods, "If inspiration strikes me."

Marissa sputters at that internally. What was this whole conversation about then? Why did he lecture her about agreeing to a "verbal contract" just for him to not agree to make her a collar? Her thoughts are cut off when Dante stands up form his chair.

"Let me measure your neck,"

The collar and matching cuffs are just as beautiful as Marissa imagined it to be, delicate pink ruffles covered in black lace, finished with a bow and bell. The heart shaped tag on the collar is engraved with a single word; Princesa {Princess}. She shuts the velvet box, placing it back onto a shelf in her closet. Her phone dings with a text message, Dante's contact name at the top of her phone screen.

Sir ❤️🖕🏻: Don't forget to take a bath. Take care of yourself.

Marissa rolls her eyes playfully, smiling before standing up and going for that bath.

She leaves him on read for over an hour, before deciding to rile him up just a bit. She sits herself in front of her bedroom mirror and snaps a picture of herself to send to him.

Little Brat ❤️: I took a bath.

She sends the text over without any other words, shutting her phone off and walking away from it.

Marissa comes back to her phone hours later, expecting to have plenty of texts and missed calls from Dante, but is baffled to find only two notifications.

Sir ❤️🖕🏻: That's a good girl

Marissa blushes furiously and tosses her phone onto her bed. If he wants to play dirty, oh she can play dirty. She grabs a hand towel from her ensuite, a water bottle, lube, and her vibrator, placing everything on her bed and propping her phone on her nightstand, ready to record. In one of his stolen worn out shirts, Marissa presses record and turns her vibrator on. The vibrations coarse through her system as a moan bubbles in her throat. She spreads her legs wider, her folds open and her cunt on full display for the phone camera to see.

"Dante, please," she whines out, her hips bucking wildly.

She circles the toy around her clit faster, chasing her high. Her thighs begin to tremble, her stomach tightening, and her toes curling in her socks. Her orgasm crashes on her in wave after wave of spine numbing pleasure. Her body convulses, cunt gushing and spasming. She pants through her orgasm, turning off the toy when the sensitivity becomes too much. Marissa lays there for a moment before sitting up and winking at the camera, ending the video. She pours some of the water onto the hand towel, cleaning herself of lube, slick, and sweat.

She sends the video over to Dante, with another picture and three choice words.

Little Brat ❤️: Enjoy the show

She shuts her phone off, and this time, she's not looking at it until the next morning. A smile creeps upon her face as she settles under her covers. Karmas a bitch.

That next morning, she opens her phone, almost buzzing with excitement of what Dante's reaction was.

To her surprise, and dare she say dismay, there was nothing but social media notifications.

He might be busy, she muses, it was sent on a Sunday night, he could've been at the club. Marissa shrugs it off, deciding to give him a few more hours to respond.

Four days, it took that bastard four fucking days to respond.He didn't even acknowledge the show she put on for him.

Sir ❤️🖕🏻: Enjoy the show

Marissa's eye twitches. Yeah, she is enjoying the show, but that's a cruel fucking joke to send that back to her. Oh, it's on.

The shop door slams shut behind her, the bell threatening to deafen those around it. Dante is sitting at the desk again, but this time, he's typing away at his computer. He looks up at her from above his glasses, unamused by her outburst. Marissa storms up to him glaring and, without a word, sinks to her knees and crawls to him from under the desk. She looks up at him through her lashes, placing her hands on his thighs, pleading for him to do something.

Dante stares back at her for a good minute before nodding, "Go ahead, if you're so desperate."

Marissa wastes no time before lunging forward, nuzzling her face over the prominent bulge already there in his slacks. Dante's leg straightens, and Marissa jumps onto the opportunity - literally. She straddles his leg, pushing her damp panties onto his pants, creating a wet spot. Marissa mouths at his crotch, her spit wetting his pants yet again. She moans when the buckle of his shoe catches on her panties, making the material rub against her sensitive clit. The clicking of Dante's fingers against the keyboard stops, and then his hand gently weaves through her dark locs and pulls her away from him.

"i'm trying to work, sweet thing."

Marissa whines high in her throat from the action and his words, still moving her hips back and forth against his shoe. Her eyes flutter when she hears the distinct clicking of a belt. Her eyes are trained on his tattooed hand as he fishes out his flushed cock from his white boxers.

At the sight of him fisting his cock, Marissa is pulling against the hand in her hair to move towards his member, mouth open and tongue out. The corners of Dante's eyes crinkle in amusement as he brings her forward, guiding his length into her mouth. He tilts his dress shoe up towards her pelvis, meeting her grinding by rubbing the buckle against her folds. Marissa moans around him, pushing her head forward as much as her mouth would allow until she reached the coarse hair at the base. Her eyes roll back into her skull at the taste of his salty pre and the smell that is so authentically him.

"Good girl, you enjoying yourself, hm?" Dante caresses her head, pushing strands of hair away from her sweaty forehead before turning back to his computer.

Okay, maybe storming into his shop was not the best idea, maybe, Marissa can't help but argue to herself, this would've went different. maybe she would actually be getting fucked by his cock, and not getting finger fucked on her doms lap. Marissa squeals as three of Dante's fingers jab the bundle of nerves within her gummy walls. Her slick runs down the cleft of her ass, creating a puddle on Dante's chair. The callouses on his palm scratch at her clit as his palm rubs against her mons. HIs other hand calmly types out a fabric order online as if he wasn't fingering her thoughts out.

She borderline screams into his neck when she cums for the fourth time, her cunt gushing and her entire body convulsing.

"That's it, princesa {princess}," Dante coos in her ear as she comes down from her high.

He slides his fingers out slowly, her walls still spasming, as if they were trying to keep his hand there, and pulls her panties back into place. Her dress is still bunched up around her hips, and she watches as Dante brings those same three fingers up to his mouth, cleaning them off while maintaining eye contact with her.

Marissa whines, bringing her arms up around his neck, clinging to him like a koala bear when he tried detaching her. She was going to get her cuddles, aftercare be damned.

Additional A/N: Many thanks to @lyralein who also semi beta'd this. Also, @support Free Lyra you assholes.

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tw// overstim++, hybrid smut, bondage, gag, price and simon are assholrs, JUSTICE FOR JOHNNY ‼️

pup!johnny, who's been such a good boy for owner!simon recently. while pup!reader, been the complete opposite for owner!price.

you've been whining and yapping for attention constantly. you're desperate for attention and pleasure. spending most your time rutting against anything you can find. your big puppy eyes were at first endearing when you pawed at his cock, but it quickly stopped being cute.

price has had enough. you're so desperate, he can't get anything done. there's a thin line between needy and annoying, and you've definitely crossed it.

meanwhile, soap has been such a good boy. listening to each and every one of simons commands, keeping his grubby paws off his cock. he even resisted you during your weekly playdate. keeping his hands (and cock) to himself. even despite your pitiful attempts to grind on his thigh.

and so, naturally, there's an obvious conclusion here. two birds, one stone.

when simon tells soap that he's having an extra playdate with you this week, he knows something is up. it's unusual. playdates are normally a bargaining chip for good behaviour. but then again, being rewarded is something johnny never protests.

he had expected the usual, not this. as soon as he entered prices house, Simon gave him an order to follow. and so he did, only to find you bound, gagged, and desperate. all for him.

you're a sight, one that would make even the strongest man rock hard. wrists tied behind your back with pretty pink ribbon. you're dressed in white lace, the lingerie hugging each curve and roll. price had dressed you up for the pup. even going as far as gagging you, the pink dogbone shaped silicone making you drool all over the sheets.

you're already a wreck. your slick shines as it drips down your thighs. the white lace of your panties is translucent, wet fabric clinging to your prrtty cunt. the vibrator price used to torture your pretty clit tossed on the bed beside you carelessy. johnny's eyes dart all over the scene, drinking in each detail.

he can barely hold himself back, but he does. after all, he's a good boy. simons good boy. but it doesn't matter in the end. a large hand squeezes the back of his neck, simons deep voice growling in johnny ear as he speaks. "all yours, pup. show price how good you've been."

it takes him less than a second to act. johnny can't hold himself back, gipping your hips tight. you can barely take a breath as before he rups through the lace of your panties. he isn't nice like normal. instead of slowly lapping at your clit until it's swollen and desperate beneath his tounge, slowly stretching your tight cunt with his fingers- he forces his cock deep inside your swollen cunt.

he knows its mean. the way your cry and squirm beneath his tells him youve already cum multiple times. but it only makes you more fun to fuck. your greedy cunt sucks him in, a lewd squelch filling the room with each thrust.

johnny doesn't care if your sore cunt can't take it. he's not fucking you to make you feel good, this is his. his reward. his pleasure. his time to feel good.

his body is so taught and tense. each thrust is a reflection of that. his cockhead slams against your g-spot, merciless as he seeks his own pleasure. he doesn't stop, does slow. he refuses to.

even when you've cum 3 times, even when your sore, puffy cunt is stuffed full with his cum. johnny runs himself ragged. his pace frantic and feral even as you struggle. you sob and whimper into the sheets, giving price your best puppy eyes as try you beg for mercy despite the gag.

but he doesn't give it. "shhh, shh love. s'your punishment. this is what happens to horny pups like you." he growls as a big hand on the back of your head presses your face to the bed below you.

price and simon don't pay attention to you. ignoring your little squeals and yelps as johnny continues to pound into your over-sensitive cunt. they rub salt into the wound, praising the feral pup as he ruins you.

"such a good boy," "you can do better than that baby," "cmon now, harder. she's a toy johnny, use 'er."

they let johnny fuck you till he cant. your ass red and hot from his hips slamming into you, cunt puffy and swollen. johnny shoots blanks before he pulls out. he's whisked away by simon, praised by his owner till his dizzy. meanwhile, price cups your cheek, forcing your hazy eyes to meet his. "learnt your lesson? gonna be a good girl f'me now?" he smirks as you nod, not sure if you even understand what he said.