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smutoperator · 1 month ago

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Puppy Training

Danielle Marsh x Male Reader, Assistant

Tags: (lots of) anal, ass eating, begging, butt spreading, dog collar, domination, facial, full nelson, gape, mounting, pet play, queefing, sex toys, submissive slut, training

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Danielle wanted to try new experiences. She started talking to a wealthy guy, and he invited her to his house for some fun.

But before her arrival, you had to set a few things up.

"This girl who is coming here, she is still very inexperienced. I want to give her some of my training, but I think she needs your help," you said, talking to a well-experienced assistant you had just hired. "I appreciate the gesture; I'll make sure I get her ready for you," the assistant answered. "So, what is your plan?" you then asked her.

"I will have my tools; I'll make sure to use them properly," the assistant answered, presenting you with her case of sex toys with many dildos and butt plugs. "She'll be ready for you, I can guarantee you that; she'll be begging for it, her asshole will be gaping for you," the assistant said. "Then I will go upstairs; just let you do your thing to her," you answered.

Danielle finally arrived at your house, but instead of you, the assistant was waiting for her. "Thank you for coming," the assistant said. Danielle looked at the table with all the toys the assistant had presented to you and was now ready to use on her.

"Thank you for coming," the assistant told Danielle. "Don't pay attention to these," she said as Dani looked at the toys. "Sorry," she answered the assistant. "Do as I say, no questions asked, and you'll have a memorable day, do you understand me?" the assistant told her.

"Show me your ass," the assistant told Danielle, who obliged, getting on all fours on the couch and lifting her skirt. "I see you came in prepared, little slut, no panties," she said, spanking Dani's bare butt. "Look at this tight little asshole," she continues, starting to lick it and preparing Danielle while stimulating her pussy with her hands.

"You like that?" the assistant asked as she spat on Danielle's asshole. "Yeah," Danielle answered. "Oh, you like your tight little asshole getting some attention," she continued, increasing the speed of her tonguing.

"Open up that butthole for me, let me see," the assistant said as she continued to run her mouth over it. "So fucking tight, a sexy young teen asshole," she continued. "Please let me in, you're gonna like it even more when instead of my hands it's going to be his cock," the assistant continued.

"Do you wanna taste your fucking ass?" the assistant asked, shoving a pair of fingers up Danielle's anus as she moaned. "Answer me," the assistant commanded, spanking Dani's ass. "Yeah, please, let me taste it," she then answered, moaning again.

"Open your mouth," the assistant told Danielle, who obliged and tasted her ass from the assistant's fingers. "You like that, you dirty little bitch?" the assistant asked. "Yeah," Danielle answers. "Then suck it like a dick, little bitch," the assistant commanded, shoving her whole hand in her mouth.

"Show me how your suck dick, stick out your tongue, make it nice and wet for your asshole," the assistant ordered as Danielle bobbed her head on your hand, before pushing it back into the young girl's ass. "Ohhhh," Danielle moaned. "Let me in, push that little butthole out, you're gonna need it for his cock, it's really big, don't run away," the assistant said as she fisted Dani's asshole.

"Beg for more, baby," the assistant told Danielle. "Please, more," Dani said as her asshole kept getting fisted deeper and deeper. "Does it feel good, little bitch?" she asked. "Yes," Dani answered.

"Your fucking pussy is already so wet, you're such a horny buttslut," the assistant said as she finger-fucked Dani's butthole while fingering her pussy. "Open up that hole, let me look inside that ass," she said, tonguing it one more time as Danielle moaned. "It feels really good," Danielle answered.

"You're gonna love his dick in your ass then; let me keep stretching that fucking butthole for him," the assistant told Danielle. "Yeah," Danielle answered as the assistant grabbed one of the buttplugs from the table and shoved it in Dani's mouth. "Get it nice and wet and spread that asshole for me," she commanded as Danielle followed her instructions.

The assistant teased Danielle, putting the plug in and out of her asshole. "Hear the sound of your asshole opening up and gaping for me," the assistant said as a queefing sound came out of it before she pulled the plug. "Look at that gape, it's so cute; keep opening that hole for me and relax," she continued.

"Tell me you love it; you better not be lying to me," the assistant says as she keeps shoving that plug. "Yeah," Danielle answers. "Then let me put something bigger in it," she says, putting a very large plug into Danielle's ass. "Does it feel good?" she asks. "Yeah," Danielle answers. "Then let me just put everything," the assistant continues.

"Do you feel like a slut?" "Yeah," Danielle says again. "I don't think you're ready yet; your butthole is closing. Open that ass," the assistant says. Danielle spreads her butt again, letting the assistant penetrate her butthole with the plug. "Keep that hole open for me," she says as Danielle rubs her pussy.

"I love that sound; that asshole is begging for some big fat cock," the assistant says as Danielle's backdoor keeps queefing. "You're doing well; you must really want his cock," she continues. The assistant picks up a larger dildo as Danielle's gape keeps growing. "Push it," she orders, enjoying as Danielle's butt pops it out.

"Such a yummy asshole," the assistant says as she tastes Danielle's ass from the toy. "You feel that inside you?" she asks, thrusting the dildo harder. "Yes," Danielle answers. "Beg for it," the assistant replies. "Please, please, give me more," Danielle begs.

"Good girl, I think you're ready to be wrecked by his cock," the assistant says, licking Danielle's gaping asshole. "Get on the floor, on your knees," the assistant commands, letting Danielle kiss her to taste her ass before putting a dog collar on her neck with a chain. "You're going to be a good bitch for him, worship his cock, and take it in all of your holes," she says to Danielle before leaving.

"He's upstairs," the assistant tells Danielle, who climbs into your room. You grab her by the chain as Danielle crawls on all fours like a good puppy as you drag her across the room. "Are you ready?" you ask her. "Yes," Danielle promptly answers. "Then unzip my pants and suck my cock," you get straight to the point.

Danielle does as you ask, unzipping your pants and popping your massive cock off, putting it in her mouth, and sucking it softly as she remains on her knees. You look at her beautiful face full of your cock, taking your jacket off as she bobs her head on your shaft without her hands, grabbing her by the chain as she tries to choke on your dick. She licks her chops, moving her head faster in your direction and coating your cock with her saliva, strings of it licking her mouth and your tip. You pop your cock's tip in and out of her mouth, teasing her as you softly fuck her face.

"I'll do anything for you," Danielle says with a big smile on her face. You push your cock deeper in her mouth, watching her roll her eyes. "Make me your bitch," she begs. The facefucking continues, you doing everything in your power to make her gag on your cock as you stuff Dani's beautiful mouth before pushing her chin up for her to look in your eyes.

"I'm gonna fuck your ass really hard today," you tell her. She smiles, enjoying your words. "Yes, sir, please," she begs, as you keep using her mouth to get your cock wet, popping your cock in and out of it. "I'll submit to all of your desires," she says as she grabs your shaft and works her mouth around it, jerking it off intensely as she gives you a good blowjob and makes you groan.

"Good puppy," you say to Danielle as you grab her head and fuck her face. She answers with more cock-sucking, massaging your balls and your pole as she tastes it in her mouth. "It feels so good when you shove it down my little throat," she says.

"Open your mouth, let me push it slowly," you tell Danielle, shoving your cock balls deep in her throat as you grab her head. "You shoved it so deep I couldn't even breathe; it's so massive inside me, it feels so wonderful," Danielle says after she gags.

"Please fuck me, take control of my body, sir, I want to be dominated," Danielle begs you. You get her up, kissing her cock-filled mouth as she strokes your shaft, before turning her around and pinning her against the blue chair in your living room. You lift her skirt, looking at the butt plug your assistant put in her asshole, spanking her ass as you look at her pantyless backside.

"Hmmm," Danielle moans as she gets spanked. You slowly guide your cock inside her pussy. "Yeah," she moans, feeling the tip penetrate her folds. "Oh yes, please," she says, you grabbing her by the dog leash and giving her the first round of thrusts, going very slow and enjoying her moan. "Yes, oh yes," she moans as you push it a little deeper.

"Please, please, fuck me harder, ahhhh." Danielle begs; you grab the leash and pound her hard, making her cheeks clap. "OH YEAH YEAH YEAH," she moans as her pussy gets stretched out, already losing her breath. You slowly unbutton your shirt, getting yourself completely naked and groaning as you enjoy Dani's tight young pussy wrapped around your cock, her body bouncing hard with your hard thrusts.

"YEAH, OH MY GOD," Danielle moans as she gets pounded hard, clinging to the chair as you show no mercy to her pussy. You pull the dog leash in your direction, treating her like your puppy. "Fuck my pussy," she begs as you slow down, spreading her ass as you pop your cock in and out of it.

"Fuck my pussy, destroy it," Danielle begs you. Her beautiful eyes and sexy smile drive you crazy. You tease her with slow thrusts before attacking her pussy hard, grabbing her arms behind her back. "Give me your cock, I want it all, I want it every inch, yes," she tells you as her cheeks get clapped hard. "OH MY GOD," she moans, keeping her ass spread at every second, much to your enjoyment.

"Please, make me cum; I want it harder," Danielle begs and gets it, the hard pounding going nonstop. "DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, FUCK," she screams, you grabbing her waist and giving her cunt really fast thrusts that make her legs shake and her juices drip.

"Come taste it," you tell Danielle, who gets on her knees and hungrily turns in your direction to suck your cock. "Please fuck my ass," she begs you with your cock still deep in her mouth as she tries to get it wet for her asshole. "I want to feel all of your cock in my ass," she tells you, savoring your cock and running it over her face and then deepthroating it after a long head-bobbing.

"Fuck," you groan as Danielle deepthroats your cock, hungrily taking it like a good puppy. "So good," you tell her, popping it in and out of her mouth. "Please, I want you to fuck my ass," she begs again. "Are you prepared?" you ask her, Danielle just positively nodding.

"I'm ready," Danielle says as you grab her by her leash and push her to your bed. She softly jerks your cock off as you romantically kiss her and take her clothes off. "You smell so good," you tell her. But Danielle is only focused on one thing.

"Please, use my ass," she tells you. You remove her buttplug as you lie in your bed, slowly guiding your big, fat cock to her asshole. "I'm ready to be used," she tells you.

You guide your cock to Danielle's ass, take things very slowly, grabbing Danielle's legs and lifting them up as you give her butt some soft little pumps. "Oh my God, it's so big in my tight little ass, feels so good stretching me, so deep in my ass," she says, softly moaning as she tries to get used to it. You slowly pick up the pace. "I love the way you stretch my hole," she tells you as the speed gets faster. "Oh my god, yeah," she moans.

Her tight asshole quickly drives you crazy; you are unable to resist for long as you start pumping up her ass really hard. "Oh yeah," she moans, closing her eyes as her legs get up in the air. "Fuck that ass, I want it all, oh my god," she moans as your balls slap against her cheeks.

"That's it, make me gape, baby," Danielle says as you tease her, getting your cock in and out of her asshole and showing off her already massive gape. "Fuck me hard," she continues to beg. You quickly put Danielle under your full control, pushing her legs and giving her a full nelson pounding. "OHHHHHHH YESSSS," she screams as you put her body under your full mercy, pounding her asshole like an animal.

"OH MY GOD, OH YES, TAKE EVERY FUCKING INCH, AHHHH, FUCK MY ASS JUST LIKE THAT, I'M A SLUT TAKING IT ALL IN MY BUTT FOR YOU," Danielle screams as she gets completely dominated, fast thrusts making her asshole queef as you destroy it. "YES, FUCK, IT FEELS SO GOOD, OH MY GOD," she screams. "I'm gonna cum all over your cock, OH MY GOD," she moans, closing her eyes and enjoying being used like a toy by your big fat cock.

"FUCK ME UNTIL I CUM, GIVE IT TO ME, FUCKKK," Danielle screams as your thrusts get extremely fast, her asshole getting pounded like a piston. "I'M GONNA CUM," she announces, you pulling out of her massively gaped asshole as she squirts.

After you're done pounding her hard, Danielle tries riding your cock, moving her hips sexily in a reverse cowgirl position. "Such a big, juicy cock," she says, grabbing your shaft as she bounces on it. "It's so big, I don't know if I can handle it," she says. "Let me test it then," you tell Danielle, pushing your cock upwards into her asshole. "Damn, it's massive, bulging under my tummy so good, oh my god," she says.

Danielle spins on your cock and gets used to your massive length. "I can barely fit it all inside me, ohhhh," she moans as she keeps bouncing, moving much faster this time as she moans and screams. "I just want to be your pleasure girl," she tells you as you spank her ass from behind.

"Let me taste my little asshole," Danielle begs you, quickly diving to suck your cock as soon as it gets out of her ass. She sucks it to perfection, her beautiful face all over your asshole-flavored cock. "So good," you praise her.

You give Danielle's ass a little tap as you put her in a spooning position. "I was born to be used for you," she says as you tease your cock around her anal entrance before pushing it slowly deeper inside her. "Use me just like that, fuck, please," Danielle begs as you grab her hair.

Once again, you start slow, enjoying digging your cock inside Danielle's butthole. "Put it all in there," she begs, but you take your time, watching her asshole gape hard with your thick cock stretching it out. "Fuck, I love the way you fuck my asshole; give it all to me," she begs.

"Fuck, I want every inch inside my asshole; treat me like a good slut," Danielle says as you lick her armpits while pounding her hard, quickly accelerating your thrusts. "I love the way you stretch my tiny little asshole, fuck, I want every inch of your cock deep in my ass," she moans. "FUCK, I'M YOUR FUCKING BUTTSLUT, FUCK ME RIGHT THERE," she screams as you spank her cute ass.

"Show me who's the fucking boss, fuck me hard, YESSSS," Danielle begs as you increase the pace of the pounding. You tease her again, grinding your shaft against her entrance before putting it back in. "Yes, right there," Danielle says as she feels your cock stretching her ass again, you grabbing her butt and clapping her cheeks hard, making her moan while her cute tits bounce.

"Yes, yes, yes," Danielle moans as you wrap your arms around her body and spit in her mouth before resuming the hard drilling in her asshole. "AHHHHHH," she screams as her ass gets used hard, fingering her pussy to deal with the heat. "I love feeling your cock in my asshole," she tells you.

"OH MY GOD YES YES YES," Danielle screams like a slut as her cheeks get clapped hard, you going at full speed in her asshole now, you groaning loudly. You stop a bit, enjoying her massive gape. "Yes, baby, stretch that gape open," she begs you, spreading her ass as her pink insides pop out after your thrusts. "Look at me spreading that ass wide open for that big fucking dick. I love having your cock stretching it out," she says.

"Make me feel all of it, take it all in my ass," Danielle begs, looking in your eyes as you go in and out of her ass. "Get back inside, please, fuck my tight ass, make me your bitch, destroy my tight little ass," she commands, her words making you push harder.

"GIVE IT TO ME, BABY, FUCK ME, OH YES." Danielle screams, you now rubbing her pussy as you attack her ass at full speed. "OH MY GOD, BABY, DON'T STOP, YES, GIVE IT TO ME," she screams, your hands all over her pussy, her gape wider than ever. "The feel of your dick spreading my ass wide open is so good, sliding in and out and using it like it's your personal toy, fuck," she moans.

"PLEASE, BABY, GIVE ME EVERY INCH. FUCK, I'M GONNA CUM," Danielle's legs start quivering with your cock buried deep in her asshole and pounding it nonstop. Her legs close as she squirms with the hard pounding you give her. "SHITTTT," she screams as you give little taps in her pussy as her juices come out. "Make my body shake; that feels so good," she says as she gets drilled hard. "FUCK ME LIKE THAT, MAKE ME CUM, BABY, OH MY GOD, YESSSSS," she continues to scream, losing her breath as her asshole gets destroyed.

"FUCKKKKK," Danielle screams as you make her cum, slowing down to appreciate her ever-growing gape. "I love cumming while getting fucked in the ass," she says, sharing kisses with you as a way to thank you for the hard fucking. You kiss her neck and worship her body as well, especially her tits.

"More, please," Danielle begs. You put her in a missionary position, her perfectly spreading her ass for you to fuck. "Please, put it back in my ass," she begs as you stick your cock back inside it. "I love feeling your cock go in and out," she says as you tease her. "I wanna feel out of it; it's so good," she continues.

"Stretch my asshole, oh my god, it's so big, fuck my ass," Danielle says. You hit her with deep but slow thrusts, making her moan. "I'm gonna spread it for you. I love feeling it. I love the way you make me gape. Look how it spreads open nice and wide for you," she says.

You take a little break to worship Danielle's young pink pussy. "Oh yeah," she moans as you bury your head in her folds. "Oh yeah," Danielle moans. "Please, put it back, use my body, fuck my asshole," she begs, fingering her pussy as you attack her ass deeper. "I'm your fuck toy; use me, baby," she keeps begging as you choke her. But in spite of it, she keeps her ass spread out at all moments. "My body is all yours; I'm your little whore," she tells you as your ass-fucking picks up the pace.

"FUCK MY LITTLE ASSHOLE, AHHHH, THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD," Danielle screams. "AHHHH, AHHHH, OH MY GOD, FUCK MY ASS," she continues to scream. "I want it all; make me fucking cum again," she continues to plead, getting out of breath every second. "

"YES, JUST LIKE THAT, FUCK, I'M SO WET, I'M GONNA CUM, MAKE ME YOURS, DRILL ME, MAKE ME TAKE EVERY FUCKING INCH," Danielle screams loudly. "Give it to me. I'm your gaped little fucking slut, your fuckdoll. Take it deep," she keeps begging as her asshole queefs with your thrusts.

"FUCK, IT'S SO DEEP IN MY GUTS I CAN BARELY TAKE IT," Danielle continues to scream as you climb on top of the bed, pounding her ass hard. "Oh yeah, fuck my ass, that feels so good, I want to feel all of your cock inside me," she says as you fuck her like a raging bull. "Make me your little fucking slut; that feels so good," she continues to beg.

"FUCK THAT ASS, GIVE IT TO ME, I WANT IT ALL," Danielle continues to scream, your thrusts hitting faster than ever, her tight butthole draining your whole energy. "Look how much you made me gape," Danielle says as you slow down and she spreads her ass. "You like it when I spread it for you?" she asks.

"Give me that cock, go in and out, tease my asshole," Danielle continues to command as you alternate slow and fast thrusts in her asshole. "I love how your cock feels inside me," she says as the pounding resumes. "FUCK MY ASS, I WANT TO CUM ALL OVER YOUR COCK, YES, YES, OH MY GOD, AHHHHH, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE, I'M CUMMING," she screams as a fountain of juices comes out of her pussy.

"Bend over on the chair," you command Danielle, who quickly obliges, still recovering from her orgasm. You tease her, rubbing your hands on her body and spanking her ass. "Yes, keep going, I can take it," she moans as her cheeks turn red. You can tell her whole body is aching as she has taken a good pounding, but you need to give her one last round she's never going to forget.

You mount on top of Danielle and put your cock back in her ass. "YES, GIVE ME WHAT I NEED, FUCK," she screams as she gets pounded hard, you making her body bounce hard with your deep thrusts. "Give me more, deeper," she begs as you attack her asshole, her head buried against the chair.

"I LOVE BEING USED BY YOU, I LOVE BEING A FUCKTOY, I LOVE HOW GOOD YOU FUCK MY ASS," Danielle screams, you playing with her gape. "I wanna feel it, every inch. Stretch me open, oh my god," she keeps begging. You grab her cheeks for a better grip. "Fuck my ass, that's so fucking good," she tells you.

"GIVE IT TO ME GOOD, DON'T STOP, OH MY GOD, FUCK MY ASS," Danielle tells you as she rubs her cunt, losing her breath as her gape is already the size of her tennis balls. "THAT'S WHAT I WANT, GAPE ME WIDE OPEN, POUND MY LITTLE ASS," she screams, her asshole queefing with your hard pounding.

"OH MY GOD, MAKE ME FUCKING GAPE," Danielle continues to beg as you mount on top of her like a bull. "I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME LIKE THERE IS NO TOMORROW. I want you to give it to me. YES, YES, YES, AHHHHH," she continues to scream. "God, you're gonna make me cum," you tell her.

"Come here," you tell Danielle as you get ready to empty your balls in her face. "Drain your balls all over me, please, cover my pretty face with cum, cum for me, baby, in my eyes and my mouth, please," Danielle begs for your load as you stroke your cock close to her face, giving her plenty of close-range cumshots, her kissing your cock and sucking it to thank you.

"I want it all. Oh, I love being covered in cum like that," Danielle says as she licks your shaft, her cum-covered face looking like she spilled some milk on it. "Did you like your training, little puppy?" you ask her.

"Yes, I want you to fuck me in the ass every week and be your anal slut," Danielle answers you as she sucks your cock one last time. "I can do that," you tell her. "I will always be ready. I wanna be your little anal bitch, your fuckpuppy," she tells you as she leaves your room and gets herself dressed.

"Next time I'll bring my sister or one of my group members," she says.

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astoldbysteph · 3 months ago

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i feel like people aren't gonna like what i am gonna say but after numerous talks with rp friends, i think it's important to at least yap a little about this.

i know this you don't owe anyone anything girlypop coochie queef purrrrrrr 💅 attitude is seen as the standard to follow not only in rp spaces but pretty much anywhere (especially online) and idk guys, i think this is doing more damage than good. rping is a hobby, yes, but it's a hobby that involves us collaborating with people in order to have fun and sometimes i feel like there's some inherent selfishness and carelessness that along with a severe lack of communication, is slowly eroding the rpc as a whole.

every day i hear a new anecdote about admins failing to take their group off the ground because of flakey members. or people retreating into their shells and not being able to fully enjoy writing with others due to people ghosting them after three hours. i feel like every single person that does the 1x1/indie thing has a story where they plot someone, make a discord server or set up an established thread, and then they never hear from their writing partner ever again. and this ain't cool, guys.

stuff happens! we all got lives and responsibilities like work and school and family life that sometimes prevent us from being as active as we would've like. or some days we just don't feel like writing for whatever reason and that's valid. this ain't a job, but it is a collaborative hobby so i am sorry to tell y'all this, but we do owe at least a lil bit of common courtesy to people who take the time to collab with us.

chats with friends and fellow rpers have me feeling like the rpc as a whole, in my opinion, has a communication problem. group people don't talk to their admins or don't like plotting with other members. 1x1/indie people are used to dropping stuff unannounced and talk even less between each other. roleplayers in general avoid making the first move and prefer letting the other party do the work. like dang y'all, not to be a hag on main but back in my day!!!! there was more of a willingness to talk to others. now everyone is more 'secluded' which i think stems from bad past experiences so we kinda end up stuck in a cycle that messes with everything as a whole.

idk where i am going this but i keep seeing people posting stuff talking about this or sharing similar sentiments or stuff happens to me and i end up making my brain work overtime to try and figure out what happened and what i can do on a personal level to change things and help others stop feeling discouraged and have a better time writing and chilling with people

and also before i forget because my wife reminded me!! it's ok to drop stuff or plots or people and its ok to take ur time to reply. we all got stuff to do or we are tired or sad or obsessively rewatching degrassi or just dont feel like writing and that's so valid. all sane people get it and would be understanding if you hit them up like hey! idt i have muse for this or sorry i took forever! but people don't even do that nowadays and it leads to people quitting, feeling discouraged, OR WORSE, adopting the same mindset. talk to ppl!! rpers are super nice and if you run into a weirdo i will beat them up for u

#rpc #rpt #indie rp #rph #i feel like we all would benefit from trying to put a lil work in and dont always rely on the other party doing everything for us #yap.txt

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 1 year ago

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Hello<3 can you do Masky, Toby, Jeff and Ben with a mean teen readerr? Like there just mad all the time but its because of trauma or something?:0 I LOVE YOU SMM TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF MLLL!!<33

Jeff and Tim are NOT gonna take that shit 😰

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Masky

Honestly the dad in him comes out a bit

Like his whole thing is "what makes you think you get to act like that?"

He gets it, you've had a rough life but so has EVERYONE ELSE HERE

Just because your life sucked doesn't mean you get to be an asshole

He will treat you like a baby

Partly just to tick you off, and partly because if you act like a baby, you're gonna get treated like one

He'll put you in time out, he'll take things away, he'll put hot sauce in your mouth, etc

And the thing is, you can't even tattle to slender because slender agrees with Tim!

I think maybe here and there he'd ask you why you're always so angry, and what he can do to help, and if you don't answer, he doesn't mind because he understands

But if you do answer, your relationship begins to grow, and he learns how to help you out better

He doesn't want you to be mad all the time, because even though it might not seem like it sometimes, he does care about you

But as much as he cares, he also isn't gonna let a literal child bully him

He's way too old for that shit >:/

Toby

He's kind of scared of you

He just stays out of your way

His relationship with you is similar to his relationship with Jeff

He and Jeff are friends, yes, but they aren't close

And most of the time, Toby will choose to avoid Jeff rather than hangout with him

That's how he sees you too

You're a good kid! He just doesn't wanna upset you

The very few interactions you have with him are typically just him sucking up to you, or him doing his best to tiptoe around everything that could upset you

And because of this, you do take advantage of him sometimes

"Toby go get me a snack"

"I dunno y/n, don't you think you could go...get it yourself this time?" As he says this almost every word has a whistle or click after it, showing how nervous he is

You will slowly turn your head to look at him with a glare "I know you aren't calling me lazy"

"No, no! I-I would never! I'm just saying-"

"OH! So you're calling me fat then?"

"No!"

"Then go get me a snack before i make you regret the day your mommy queefed you out"

He REALLY needs to learn to stand up for himself smh

And typically he is pretty good at standing up for himself but yk

Kids scare him

Jeff

With his explosive anger issues you will not last more than 3 seconds around him omg

He is not above fist fighting a child btw

I mean yk, he'd get punished for it but that doesn't stop him

The second you try anything around him he checks you real quick

If you back off, he will get a boost of pride and say some shit like "Yeah, that's what I thought"

If you double down with it, it will likely turn into an all out screaming match

Until someone pulls him away and is like "dude you can't be fighting with little kids :/"

He will always call you names and always be sour around yo

Crotch goblin, little shit, failed abortion

you know, the usual <333

Honestly im gonna be so real with you for a second, the way I see yalls relationship going is only to one drastic side of a spectrum

You could bond over your anger issues and become best friends/siblings with an unbreakable bond

OR you could become so sour towards each other that the caretakers of the manor literally have a meeting about changing your schedule a bit to get around Jeff's

No in between its only one of those two

Yeah, Jeff doesn't take no shit from anyone

Even children, gotta teach em young <333

Ben

Ben, being so chill genuinely does not care what you do to him

Since he doesn't have a physical body, you can't fight him either

So sometimes he will pick fights with you just to make you mad

I'm desperately trying to make Ben's section more than 3 bullets long

I'm telling you he literally does not care, does not react, NOTHING.

You could be screaming at him and he will just continue about his day like you aren't even there

Which of course, makes you more mad

But again, he doesn't care

Making you try harder and harder just to get a reaction out of him

The only reaction you will get is out of Jeff, and we already talked about his dramatic ass

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timkontheunsure · 13 days ago

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can you imagine a helluva boss role swap AU where blitz and stolas have the roles of fizz and asmodeus?

Not really because of how both couples work in the story.

They're foils for each other relationship wise. They wouldn't work well the other way around.

Stolitz is very new, so they're still working a lot of things out.

And because it was very public from the get go, they are both now pretty aware of the social gap their trying to bridge. And the consequences that doing so has.

Where as Fizzmodeous is an old relationship, where alot of things are more settled and comfortable. But with the caveat that they spent almost the entire relationship in the closet. So they haven't had the big tough questions that being out prompts. (Like does family or people we know approve).

There's also the angle that Stolitz started as something unhealthy, being tit for tat sex work that they both enjoyed.

With Blitz trying to pretend he's not getting attached, and Stolas trying to tell the whole of hell he wants Blitz as his man.

(Heh Ozzie's making little flaming love hearts 💕 gets me every time).

Where as Fizzmodeous appear to have started pretty healthy; but now be slipping into unhealthy patterns, by ignoring all the social divisions they have.

And with Fizz able to show he love Ozzie in private, but had to deal with Ozzie denying it on a nearly daily basis in public.

Even after his kidnapping, and escape from someone blackmailing them for their relationship; Fizz feels like he can't just except affection publicly. He's got to take time to remind Ozzie that people can see them.

They're also mirrors of each other's characters, with blitz being much more like the extremely energetic Sin, with his passion for his work.

And Stolas being much more similar characterize to Fizz. Both being controlled by their abuser during the timeline of the show, and it still being an ongoing threat.

People were kinda pointing out after MMMM that Ozzie stood up for his relationship with Fizz.

Where as Stolas hid behind a menu, when Ozzie mocked his relationship with Blitz as being only physically, and because it hurting his kid.

And yer they are both the Goetias with the power here in these relationships, but they aren't one to one parallels.

Even Stolas point of risking everything the man he love, doesn't parallel Ozzie's coming on at the concert. Because Stolas is put on an act of being the Mastermind* ; using a sham relationship to trap Blitz. (*mwhahaha™)

Not anywhere near the truth of what either of them feels.

Both Blitz and Stolas just have more to loss than Fizzmodeous, by being dad's.

The queefs are sweet, but Fizz and Ozzie are much more isolated, not appearing to have really close friends.

It probably made keeping their relationship on the downlow easier, but it also limits any possible blow back to just them.

I do love Ozzie attitude off 'I wish a mother-fucker would'; but he's a'n't the disabled person of colour in this.

It'll all be on Fizz when shit goes sideways.

The interview with James; shows Ozzie doesn't understand that nobody going to say or do shit to him. It's not going be him dealing with those consequences. He is a 100 feet tall. Fizz is not, and Ozzie won't always be around 24/7.

(😔 though it a really common thing, for the more buch person to think they can always protect their weaker partner. And pick fight because of it).

So to really put Fizzmodeous in the same dumbass position that got Stolitz started; they'd both need family to loss;

And for Mammon to be a threat that Ozzie couldn't counteract and protect against day to day.

Which realistically would swap Ozzie for Blitz, because others while Mammon would just get told to feck right off early.

And at that point you're not really writing Fizzmodeous any more, you're writing Stolitz with swapped names.

#helluva boss #stolitz #fizzmodeous #blitz x stolas #ozzie x fizz #Helluva meta #Still dealing with neurological problems so let me know if the spelling or syntax issue are really fecked ok?

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angelshizuka · 8 days ago

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what do you think of fizz's white queef who is in a wheelchair?

I assume you mean his dog-like pet?

I think it makes sense for Fizz to have a disabled pet. Those have a harder time getting adopted, but Fizz would totally understand them. Though, I like to think they were a gift from Ozzie.

#helluva boss #fizzarolli #ozzie #asmodeus #fizzarozzie #fizzmodeus #fizzozzie #hellaverse #hazbinhotel97 #ask

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couldawouldashoulda50 · 13 days ago

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Have you ever made a blurb or something where Loren squirts for the first time? Like it might not only be just the first with William, but also in her life? Or it’s been a long time since she hasn’t even done and it’s been rare her whole life.

I just know that William likes it. She might feel slightly embarrassed and messy, but it’s all good. 😝

Also, that could be a separate thing, just something like a little fumble or an embarrassing situation during intercourse. Like a little queef or William loses balance or like Willy can’t get it hard for x y z. I am sure they would laugh or reassure each other…

Thank you and keep up the good work!!

Ohhh - I love mornings like this. We actually have a sunny, cloudless blue sky, and I open up Tumblr to this ask. I just love it, so thank you for dropping by.

**I had another response started for this on my phone but one mis-move with my fingers and it was gone 🫤 Anyway, moving on...

I wrote this one blurb where Loren is really beginning to come into her own—understanding her sexual power and desires because she trusts William implicitly.

But to your point—not every moment is porn-picture perfect. Even their first time, Loren struggled to slide down onto him. She was frustrated, overstimulated, so in her head. William could see how vulnerable and open she was in that moment, helped her pause, get her bearings, and fuck… it was game on from there.

They both have this self-deprecating humor that sneaks in from time to time—and honestly, it just adds a whole extra layer to their intimacy. Weird sounds. Misjudged angles. Balance issues during “research” on a position that would challenge even the most flexible gymnast. They’ve bonked heads. He got a toe cramp once during an orgasm. She may have had a pee-gasm… she’s still not totally sure about that one.

And then there’s this: William had a bad hit of food on the road, but he still needs Loren, biblically, the minute he gets home. Mid-thrust—silent one. He freezes. He knows what’s coming. The poor guy already decimated his car on the drive home.

He stops, dead serious, and tells her she needs to cover her nose.

She does exactly what she’s told, no questions asked.

And it’s bad. Bad.

Bad enough that even William says something about the smell. But Loren doesn’t react. Doesn’t pull away. She just presses her nose into his neck and rides it out—happy to be close, still turned on, and knowing it’ll pass.

There are so many scenarios I could explore—because with William and Loren, it’s never just about sex or lust or mind-blowing orgasms. At the core of their relationship is intimacy and everything that entails...emotional, physical, awkward, and sometimes hilarious. It's all memorable.

Air is going to get trapped. Sounds will happen. And William? He’s been with enough women to know that’s just part of the deal.

If Loren’s cooch suddenly sounds like a wet whoopie cushion and they both burst out laughing like two 8-year-old boys? William will take that all day long.

Doesn’t mean he won’t be growling filth in her ear five seconds later.

What an awesome ask - thank you so much anon!

#william x loren #william nylander #my anon asks #cws50 asks

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moth--circus · 2 months ago

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Syd and Richie run errands together and there's a different kind of tension :) the burn is slow but it's burning nonetheless lmao it's a follow up to my last one where Richie calmed Syd down during her panic attack. It takes a couple of liberties with cannon but I hope I'll be forgiven. Any feedback is very gratefully received!

Also on AO3 if you prefer to read there

Somewhere We Can Be Alone

"Goooooood moooorniiiing, fuckos! Salutations of the day to all of The Bear's most valued and esteemed employees," Richie breezed through the double doors into the kitchen, nodding at Tina and Marcus as they looked up from their prep.

"Hola papi," called Tina, a wry smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Someone's in a good mood today."

"What can I say, T? It's a beautiful day and I am full of the proverbial joys," Richie grinned, defty stealing a strawberry from Marcus's station and narrowly avoiding having his hand slapped away. With a reluctant smile, Marcus tutted and shook his head as Richie threw the plump, glistening fruit up into the air and caught it in his mouth with a wink. He continued through the kitchen to the back office, where he found Carmen hunched over a messy pile of papers, one hand raked through his dirty blonde curls.

"And good morning to its commander-in-queef," Richie quipped through the doorway through a mouthful of strawberry. He wouldn't have said so but it was possibly the most delicious strawberry he'd ever eaten. It was fragrant and sweet and the perfect texture with just the right amount of bite. The Bear's outgoings might have been spiraling out of control but man did Carmy know produce.

"You're paying for that, Cousin," said Carmen, looking up at Richie wearily. "I don't have enough in my fruit budget for you to be housing parfait ingredients just because you want to be a pain in my ass."

Richie shrugged.

"Whatever. You're getting fucking scammed, anyway, these aren't even that nice. I bet if I picked up a strawberry cup from the 7-Eleven and put it in your dessert you wouldn't even notice the difference. Well, actually Marcus might. But that's because he really knows his stuff." Richie watched with eager anticipation as Carmen's shoulders stiffened and raised slightly and he inhaled as if getting ready to say something but after a couple of seconds he sighed, shook his head and returned to rifling through invoices. Disappointed, Richie looked around.

"Syd not here?"

Carmen fixed Richie with a quizzical gaze.

"She messaged me earlier to say she was running late. Why?"

"No reason."

Things had been a little weird between Richie and Sydney recently. About a week prior, on the night of the Ever funeral after party at her apartment, he'd found her in the grips of a panic attack in her building hallway and he'd been able to calm her down. After hanging out together in the stairwell for a little while, they'd gone on foot to the corner store, enjoying each other's company and the cool night air, and made each other laugh as they joked around in the aisles and ribbed each other fondly. They'd never felt easier with each other. Afterwards, he'd walked her back to her apartment building, they'd given each other a slightly awkward but warm parting hug and he'd gone home, wanting to spare her any potential teasing that might have arisen had they come back in together with everyone else still present. Neil Geoff was still hurt that Richie had taken off without saying anything and had decided to pointedly and very loudly say goodbye to Richie at the end of each night after closing before he headed home.

Since then, whenever they'd been together in the restaurant, Richie and Sydney had made polite, stilted small talk but not much else. Sydney was clearly embarrassed about what had happened that night and didn't want to get into any deep conversations, or seemingly any conversations at all, and Richie had taken the hint and kept his distance, understanding and respecting her desire to sweep the incident under the carpet. There was just one snag. He couldn't stop thinking about her and about that night. About the closeness he'd felt blossom between them and how much it had meant to him to be the one that was there for her in her moment of need. He told himself it was purely out of concern; something had clearly been causing her major distress and as a colleague he wanted to make sure she was ok. After all, the restaurant was in deep shit if it lost one of its key team members. But when he climbed into bed at night and tried to sleep he kept seeing her face in his hands, her eyes locked onto his, and he could still feel his arms around her in an embrace that he hadn't wanted to break. She was intent on avoiding eye contact as much as possible but he found himself gazing at her whenever she was nearby, wanting so much to catch her eye and make a silly face to try and make her smile. It had been so nice to feel so comfortable with each other for a little while after all the times they'd been at each other's throats. But their new found cordiality had apparently been short-lived and now the contempt had simply been replaced with a different kind of tension. Richie supposed that the stiffness was preferable to the aggression but it made his heart ache.

The phone rang but Richie, lost in thought, barely heard it. Carmen answered but his side of the conversation washed over Richie, the words losing all form and meaning. He was so absorbed he didn't hear Sydney approach from behind and when she appeared at his shoulder with a quiet "Good morning" his startled full body jerk was accompanied by an entirely involuntary noise somewhere between a shriek and a hiccup.

"Jesus Christ, Syd! No one ever told you it's rude to sneak up on people? You're lucky my cat-like defensive reflexes didn't kick in or you'd have been in trouble."

"I mean I won't lie, you did sound a bit like a cat but not so much like one that was about to take me down, more like one with a live wire stuck up its ass," she smirked with one eyebrow arched playfully.

"Yeah, well...fuck you." Richie was full of mock indignation, his pride wounded only for show. He was relieved and quite delighted that Sydney was teasing him.

"Fuck you too, Richie," Sydney smiled, giving him a sarcastic salute as she headed back to the kitchen.

"Ok. Thanks. Bye." Carmen hung up the phone, interlocked his fingers against the back of his head and sighed loudly.

"Who was that?" Richie asked.

"The glassware supplier. They've got the new carafes you want but they won't be able to deliver them. At least not this week, anyway. Sorry, Cousin, you'll have to make do with what we've got for now."

Richie's eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared slightly.

"Errr respectfully, Cousin, that's bullshit. What do you mean they can't deliver this week? It's fucking Tuesday, bro!" Richie pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "When can they deliver?"

"They couldn't give me a date, they've got vehicle problems. We can wait for them, it's not a big deal," said Carmen, turning away from Richie and back to his paperwork.

"It's not a big deal to you because it's a big deal to me," Richie raised his voice slightly, straining to keep his temper under control. "Because you're fucking with my dojo and you can't help it even though you know deep down that it fucks you, too."

Carmen rolled his eyes.

"Don't you fucking do that," Richie spat, his face starting to turn red. "Don't you dare. You know I'm right. You're all about the fucking details, you practically shit yourself if a fucking micro herb gets placed two milimetres off-centre but it fucking kills you to admit that I have a domain of knowledge and expertise too, I know what works best out there! We've been using the carafes you chose and I hate to break it to you but they're an awkward pour, the weight is off and they're the wrong shape and that threatens to throw my people off their game through no fault of their own. If something isn't perfect, the guest experience isn't perfect. The carafes don't work in fucking harmony with the rest of the shit on the table. That's why I did my fucking research and I picked these new ones out. They fucking harmonise!"

Carmen blinked incredulously.

"Harmony? Richie what the fuck are you talking about? They're fucking jugs!"

Richie inhaled as if to unload further, his pointed finger raised and ready, but instead he closed his mouth and shook his head.

"You know what? Fuck you. I'm just gonna go and pick them up myself." Richie turned on his heels resolutely and headed off away from the office.

"Fine, yes, please go, fuck off and leave me alone," said Carmen, his voice laced with exasperation as he followed Richie back to the kitchen.

Sydney looked up as Richie barged into the room, followed by Carmen. The convivial atmosphere was suddenly soured with their entrance and the air was now thick with tension. She hadn't caught all of their exchange but she'd heard enough to know that they'd been angrily butting heads again.

"Richie's headed out on a very important mission to pick up the new carafes," Carmen informed the room. There was little emotion in his voice but the hint of sarcasm wasn't lost on anyone. "Chef Sydney, did Chef Tina tell you she can't do the market run today?"

Sydney nodded.

"Yep, all good, I can go instead."

"Thank you, Chef," Tina touched Sydney gently on the arm. "I really appreciate it. I know Louie's old enough to go to his own doctor's appointments but I can't trust the little shit to actually go," she laughed. "I'll make it up to you."

"No worries, honestly," Sydney reassured her.

Richie cleared his throat.

"Hey, if you need to go to the market then why don't we combine both trips and take my car? Kill two rats with one BB pellet." He raised his eyebrows and gave a hopeful shrug.

"Sure, whatever," Sydney nodded. "How could I resist when you have such an enticing way with words?"

Richie beamed.

As they were leaving, Richie turned back towards Carmen with a final parting shot. "I'm not mad at you, Cousin" he said with a rueful smile, "I'm just disappointed." He was out of the door before Carmen could reply.

As they settled in the car, both Richie and Sydney found themselves thinking back to the first time they'd been shopping together, when Sydney was brand new to the chaos at The Original Beef. Despite the disdain that had gone on to flourish between them before their relationship began to mellow and transform, that trip had been the first time Sydney had seen a tenderness to Richie. As she'd listened to him comfort his daughter on the phone, and as he'd talked about his relationship with the Berzatto family, cracks had appeared in his spiky, armoured exterior and vulnerable pockets of softness had been revealed underneath. But while she'd been observing him change and evolve alongside The Bear, she'd still been taken aback by his compassion and empathy the night he'd found her in such distress and soothed her back from the brink. She wondered just how many people had ever seen these layers of his.

"Now that you've got your licence back I get to be the passenger princess," Sydney exclaimed with a toothy grin. "Which means I also get to pick the music." Before Richie could protest, Sydney had turned on the CD player, which began blasting the most recent album Richie had selected as driving music, picking up where it had left off. Sydney's eyes widened as she turned to face Richie, whose cheeks were starting to flush.

"Taylor Swift? Really?"

Richie attempted to shrug nonchalantly.

"She's a very talented musician and songwriter and I support her commitment to gaining ownership and control of her own artistic expression and creative output."

Sydney stared at him.

"What, you're not a fan? Tut tut, Syd, I would have thought you'd be a feminist. This is a hell of a way to find out you don't support women."

"You're absolutely right," Sydney replied sardonically, "my indifference towards chart-monopolising, private jet-owning billionaire girlboss Taylor Swift does indeed make me a bad person. I will take the time to reflect on this shortcoming and make sure that in the future my feminism centres support for all mega rich horse girls."

"Thank you, that's all I ask," said Richie, his hands in a gesture of prayer.

"That being said", Sydney mused, "she has a couple of solid hits so I won't object to her providing the morning's soundtrack. You know," said Sydney as she clunked her seatbelt clip into its holder, "I will of course roast you about this but I've got to say I respect the honesty, you could have just said it was Eva's music."

Well, shit, thought Richie, who had somehow forgotten that was an option.

They set off, windows down and stereo blaring, the discomfort that had been building between them dissolving in the breeze. They ran their respective errands, Sydney hanging back patiently as Richie inspected the carafes and intensely quizzed the supplier guy (but stepping in to gently steer Richie away before he busted the poor man's balls too much), and Richie enjoying watching Sydney pick up items at the market, inhaling the zesty fragrance of fresh herbs and running her fingers over smooth and shiny eggplant skins, squeezing to test for firmness and feeling for any imperfections. Her eyes were fully lit up and she was clearly in her element, surrounded by the vibrant produce. He imagined he could see the cogs turning in her head, ruminating on what exciting new variations she could make to the menu with these ingredients. She shoved a plump, fuchsia coloured radish under his nose.

"Smell that. What are you getting?"

Richie took a couple of sniffs.

"Smells like a fucking radish to me," he shrugged.

"What, you don't smell the honey and lavender notes?" she looked at him earnestly. "Try again."

He took the radish from her and dutifully inhaled again.

"I don't know what to tell you, I can't fucking smell any of that. Can you really pick that up?" he gazed at her in wonder of her apparent affinity for good food and slightly disappointed that it wasn't a gift he shared.

"Nah, I'm just fucking with you. It smells like a radish." She skipped off to look at another stall, leaving him reeling as he stared after her, the radish still in his hand. He put it back down with the others of its kind and chuckled to himself before following her.

Sydney was quieter on the way back to The Bear. As they pulled up, Richie looked over at her as she was looking out of the window, an elbow on the door frame and her face resting against her hand. He turned the engine off and they sat in silence for a few moments.

"Syd?"

She turned to face him, her expression unreadable.

"Hmmm?"

"Are you...ok?" Richie flexed his fingers on the steering wheel as if trying to dispel his discomfort from their tips. "And are we ok?"

Sydney exhaled and closed her eyes briefly before turning them up to the ceiling.

"I'm sorry, I know I've been weird recently. I've still been feeling pretty embarrassed about the whole panic attack thing, you know? You didn't exactly find me in my most dignified state. And there's some stuff going on that I don't know how to handle. I need to just deal with it. But it's hard. I wish someone would just tell me what to do." Richie listened intently as she talked. "But I'm ok. Mostly. And we're definitely ok." Her eyes found his and she registered the relief that flickered across his face.

"Ok. This...stuff," he gestured vaguely. "Do you wanna talk about it? If you want you can just lay it all out and I'll tell you what to do. I don't know if you've heard but my esteemed opinion carries a lot of weight in the Chicago metropolitan area."

Sydney laughed softly.

"Thank you, great oracle of Chicagoland. I don't think I have it in me to talk about it just yet but I'll let you know if I change my mind." She tapped his knee and gave it a friendly squeeze. He looked down at her hand on his jeans. She wasn't taking it away. She began to slowly trace her thumb across his kneecap and even through the denim the light friction sent a jolt of electricity through him. His breath quickened and he could feel his heart pounding. His eyes darted from the point of contact between them to Sydney's face. He still couldn't work out what she was thinking but as their eyes made contact her lips parted slightly and he heard her breathe in. He lightly placed his hand on top of hers and she let out a soft gasp at the touch of his skin. As he shifted in his seat and began to lean towards her, the creaking sounds of his leather jacket broke the silence and suddenly broke the spell. Sydney hastily pulled her hand away and scrambled to open the passenger door.

"We'd better get this stuff inside!" she exclaimed breezily as she got out and made her way to the trunk.

Richie sighed and fell back against his seat. Motherfucker. He sat for a few moments with his eyes closed before being startled as Sydney hopped back into the passenger seat. She leaned in to wrap an arm around his neck and plant an exaggerated kiss on his cheek. As he floundered, trying and failing to give any kind of verbal response, her demeanour became bashful, as if she couldn't quite believe what she'd just done.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you again. Kind of disappointed you didn't freak out like earlier, I was hoping to hear that pussy noise of yours. Anyway. Thanks for being such a good shopping buddy," the words rattled out of her mouth at speed. And just as quickly as she'd reappeared, she was gone again.

Richie exhaled sharply through his nose and shook his head. He put a hand to his face to touch the spot where her lips had landed and stroked it softly with his fingertips for a few moments before sighing and clambering out of the car. They were ok. He supposed that was all that mattered for now. The next few nights weren't going to be any less sleepless, though. What the fuck had just happened? They'd undeniably had...a moment. She'd touched him. That had to mean something, had to indicate how she felt about him in some way. His head was spinning and he somehow suspected that Sydney wouldn't be very receptive to talking about it. But she didn't hate him, he at least felt fairly sure of that now. Anyway. He could figure things out with her in time. Right now, he needed to prove his point about these carafes. He set off towards The Bear at a determined march.

"Yo! Cousin!"

#the bear #the bear fanfiction #the bear fic #richie jerimovich #sydney adamu #richie x sydney #sydrichie

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