(And I Like You)
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"So," he looks at me nonchalantly.
"So what?" I shift onto my other foot.
"Are you getting in the chair or not?" He looks down at the worn leather chair.
My eyes go wide and I scoff, "W-what?"
"You wanna talk, right? Well I only talk to paying customers so," He grabs the tattoo gun and turns it on. It's buzz fills the room as panic begins to fill me, "What's it gonna be today?" He smirks, his eyes raking up and down my body.
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Always Down
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Wicked Game
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Only you
𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 DARK ROMANCE "Fuck. You." I watched as the brown in his eyes darkened and he clenched his jaw. He stared at me for what felt like minutes and before I knew it, he had my back pressed against the wall. One of his hands was above me and the other gripped my jaw, sending thousands of shivers throughout my body but not in a bad way, again, only in an addictive way. "Talk to me like that again Elisia and I'll have you screaming it instead," he whispered, his voice laced with anger. His words suddenly sent a pool of wetness between my legs and made my heart beat a little faster. I tried to get rid of his hand on my face even though I knew I couldn't. When I didn't respond, he let go of me and stepped back. "Now get ready Elisia and if you're not ready by eight then I'll come do it myself," he threatened, walking away. I would love to see him try. Fuck him, fuck him, and fuck him. --- TW⚠️: abuse, intense sexual assault, violence, CNC, sexual content WITH consent, ⚠️ --- Complete but going through MAJOR EDITINGConcluida
Creepin | BxB
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Deceptive {H.S}
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It's the summer of '94. A large, warm palm moved against your dress before a deep voice barely spoke in your ear. " 'Scuse me." That was all it took. One touch. Two words. One and half if you were technical about it, which you were. You turn your head quickly towards the owner of the voice, and at the same time you feel the same palm graze across your back and land on your hip, moving you gently in whatever direction he needed you to go. You were caught off guard at how close his face was to yours, an inch, possibly two, but closer than he needed to be to get past you. You pull your face back slightly but your eyes remain glued to his as you realize two things at once: one, he has an accent, and two, his left eye was swollen almost shut, but even still he had the most beautiful face you had ever seen.
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