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wip wednesday: smutty edition

Here's the smut i could have posted for six sentence sunday. That being said, here's some looseluxx hatefucking... or hate foreplay!

Enjoy!

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Luxx held Loosey against a wall, pushing her down so the blonde’s face was inches away from the seam of her jeans. With only the wall keeping her steady, Loosey refused to make eye contact with any part of her. “Just say it. Admit it right now. I know you want to.”

“I hate you.”

“The sentiment’s appreciated, but that’s not what I’m looking for. Say I’m better than you, then you’ll get what you want.”

“I’m better than you.” Loosey smirked, thinking that she’d won in the moment, but her cheekiness was met with a rough tug to her curls forcing her to look up. Fiery vitriol entered her eyes as she yelped from the sudden pain.

“Come on, Loose. You’re a smart girl; you know what I meant. Unless all that showboating was just that.”

“Fuck you!”

Luxx slowly waved her finger in front of the kneeling girl, as if she was scolding a child. “Tsk, tsk. What language. You’ll get what you want if you just say that I’m better than you. Little brown-nosers don't deserve their face in my cunt.”

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WIP Wednesday

You want more looseluxx hate sex? You're gonna get more looseluxx hate sex! Wahoo yippee!! Enjoy!

Luxx couldn’t care less about any defense from Loosey’s mouth. Then again, when did they care about anything that came out of her mouth before today? Her eyes slowly drifted to Loosey's blouse. Has her chest always looked that busty? “You might be annoying, but god, you’ve got a great pair of tits…”

“Thank you, but what does have to –”

“Shh…” Luxx shushed her coworker and brought herself down to Loosey’s level, immediately unbuttoning her blouse as fast as she could. One of her hands snaked underneath the blonde’s bra – it was tan, spartan, not as lacy as she had hoped it would – then she rolled Loosey’s nipple in between two fingers. The other one pushed the bra up and joined the other hand in the fondling. “Good tits don’t speak. And when they don’t speak, they listen. Didn’t they teach you that in HR training?”

Loosey looked down at the pair of hands pawing at her breasts and suddenly became aware of how cold the room was. Luxx’s hands were soft and smelt like lavender; they were oddly tender for someone manhandling her. “This is workplace harassment. Didn’t they teach you that in HR training?”

“I said stop talking!” Loosey’s response was met with a smack to her tits: a smack rough enough to sting. Meanwhile, Luxx continued her groping as if nothing had happened. “God, you’re a great pair of tits.” I complimented you, so you’re more likely to listen now, correct?”

Loosey didn’t say anything. She didn't want to give Luxx the benefit of the doubt of being right.

“That’s better,” Luxx taunted, “Then we can have an intelligent conversation. I’m going to tell you exactly why you don’t deserve this position. The only thing now is where do I start.”

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Six Sentence (Easter) Sunday

So remember the Luxx/Loosey fic I talked about? Here’s some of it.

But also some added context for no one who did modern high school theater in the States:

- The Jimmy Awards are the National High School Musical Theatre Awards that take place in NYC where they recognize talent from high school musicals. There are only two awards (Best Performance by an Actor and Best Performance by an Actress) and usually people who make it to the semifinals do well for themselves in their career.

“Ugh,” Loosey sighed, interrupting, “they misspelled my name. Again.” She complained as she flipped through the program. “How many times do they have to be told it’s L-O-O-S-E-Y, not Lucy like Ricardo.”

“At this point, you might as well ask them to change Betty Blast to Ariel Moore too.” Luxx teased, causing the entire dressing room to go quiet.  Whoever was left on wardrobe duty scurried past the actors and left, standing outside to overhear whatever actor drama was to come from it. “Come on, be honest with yourself.”

“Glad of you to bring this up on opening night. And we were having such a fun time as a cast, getting along so nicely.”

“You’re saying this as if it was some huge secret.” Isabelle added, “Girl, we all knew you’ve wanted a lead since freshman year and we all knew you’d throw a little hissy fit about it.”

“I’m not throwing a hissy fit!” Loosey stood up as some of her stage makeup smeared across her face. “When have I ever complained about not getting a lead?”

Luxx unlocked her phone and furiously scrolled through her messages. “I have receipts! Hold up, let me find them.”

“Receipts, mama…” Anetra echoed before immediately packing, heading out of the dressing room. “Also why are y’all still in costume?”

The question remained unanswered as Loosey took the rest of her makeup off, letting her face rest in the wipe a little longer than she thought. She groaned, wondering what evidence could possibly be against her.

“Okay, I guess we’re not getting Steak and Shake after this.”

“Fuck Steak and Shake!. This is more important.” Luxx said as Anetra just shrugged, exiting the dressing room with her bags in hand.

“I’ll text you and Jax to see if you still need rides, okay Marcia?”

Marcia didn’t have time to respond as Luxx finished her scrolling to the top of the cast group chat.

“Here it is,” she quoted, affecting an accent similar to Loosey’s, “‘I’m so happy to be a part of this cast. The only way it would have been better is if I was at callbacks with you all! Alas, Ms. Charles knows my typecast too well to be considered for an important part with, you know, more than seven lines. Someone has to be the comic relief, and that’s me. Can’t wait to not be in all the dance numbers! Hugs. Smiley face. Heart. Sparkles emoji.”

Loosey gasped, completely flabbergasted, “I was being genuine! Maybe you just don’t get my sense of humor. It’s called sarcasm, ever heard of it?”

“And then!” Luxx continued, “ ‘Interesting choice for Ariel, but I trust the vision?’ The fuck’s that supposed to mean?” 

“And look how that turned out. I trusted the vision, and the show’s going great!” 

“Right, because the success of this show entirely depended on your trust in it.”

“As I was saying before I was interrupted, it’s going great!  Everything’s fine. You’re getting all this praise. You’re gonna go straight to the Jimmy’s after opening night,” Loosey mocked.  “At this point, you’re gonna pull a Renee Rapp, go straight to Broadway, and then nobody hears from you until a movie adaptation of your big break gets made.”

The dressing room went silent once again.

“The way you’re trying to convince yourself you’re completely in the right is impressive,” Isabelle broke the silence. “And I envy you for that.”

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wip wednesday (on a wednesday!)

hello! here's some looseluxx theater au i promised in the poll

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The dressing room intercom whirred to life, interrupting any more arguing that could have happened. “Living for the conversation, but can you guys go home?” Irene asked, “Because if you guys go home, I get to go home. And sleep.”

“Since when did you sleep?” Luxx pressed the button, responding with a small chorus of laughter.

“I’ll start once you guys leave the dressing rooms. I finished my performance report. Then whoever’s left of my guys can look over dressing rooms and then I can send that out and like I’ve said GO TO BED.”

“Irene going to bed at a reasonable hour… are you gonna start drinking water again too?”

“Leave my Red Bull alone. It’s how I get shit done.”

Upon realizing the time (and how tense the room had gotten since “Anetra just texted me… gotta go.” Marcia quickly grabbed her bags and left the room.  “Do you guys still want Steak and Shake? She has her mom’s van and she can give like… three more people rides.”

“No thanks, I drove.” Isabelle declined.

Loosey rolled her eyes and answered, “My ride just left, so I think I know where I’m going.”

“That’s amazing. Last thing we want is Lea Michele over here busting into show tunes for roles she’s never gonna get!” Luxx quipped back,

All of this fun camaraderie between her seemed to taunt Loosey. She wasn’t an idiot; she knew what her cast mates thought of her. In fact, they had made it clear just a while ago. She was a girl who was in way too over her head, someone who couldn’t face reality if it hit her with a brick. The butt of the joke. It wasn’t too bad being the butt of the joke. She’d get the attention and recognition Ms. Charles or her parents or employers wouldn’t give her, but that was only temporary.

She could only imagine what they’d talk about if she wasn’t there at Steak and Shake. They’d probably start placing bets over what the spring musical would be. Isabelle would suggest they use real poker chips and strong arm Anetra into making a pit stop and grabbing her dad’s set from home. Salina already left and had no plans until she hosted the big cast party at her place. Marcia and Jax would finally admit their feelings to each other. But who knows?

Loosey figured that their collective hatred of her would come up at some point, so she’d might as well go..

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