#why is tumblr hunting blonde men for sport now

[petri808]

TW: Non con/Dubious con/NSFW sex act w/supernatural creature. Vampire, chase/hunt prey. Primary Character Dabi (Todoroki)

For @bnhamonsterball​ 2020 Tumblr/Twitter main event piece 1. A Treat for hibakyochan on Twitter. Beta’d by Imitationicarus. 2k words 

Give or take the last three hundred years they’d been alive, this had to be one of the silliest holidays for an immortal to witness. Locally, one would call their kind Kyonshī, but ever since the Halloween concept came to Japan, there was a new term attributed to the undead. Vampires.

Not that the Todoroki clan cared about labels, but this holiday allowed them to come out of the shadows for one day of the year without fear of being discovered. Shibuya train station was the hotbed of Tokyo nightlife for Halloween. There were so many people out and about. The pickings were like a kid in a candy store--all these human’s dressed in an array of costumes. It was a part of their culture, so it made sense this holiday pulled the attention of the Japanese people.

“It’s stupid,” Todoroki Dabi hisses. “Why should we dress like these weirdos?!”

“Because it’s easier to blend in.” His younger brother, Shouto, ignores the tirade and fusses with his cape. “This is how the humans think vampires dress.”

Dabi rolls his eyes. “Capes and stupid looking suits? What’s with your slicked back hair?”

“I enjoy dressing up fancy, and I care if you go out looking like a corpse. So, shut up and get dressed so we can find some food tonight!”

The brothers make their way into a nearby nightclub and slip into one of the shadowed booths. It was easy to move unnoticed through the semi-darkened lounge. Glowing Halloween decor was scattered along the walls. Things like skeletons to pumpkins, ghosts and bats; basically, all the cliche holiday images you could think of. The loud music and disco lighting kept the mindless dancers focused off of the other patrons and boozed up barflies lined the bar counter in giggling packs. So, the only ones paying attention to newcomers were trolling for some action.    

It doesn’t take long for interested parties to drop by. Tall and handsome, Shouto found it easy to attract anyone he desired--men and women--but he was mostly interested in the blood scent they gave off. Dabi, with his crazed features, tended to attract humans that were into seedier whims. Well, they’d better, because they were his favorite meal.

Drinks were ordered to keep up appearances, and Shouto already had an attractive brunette draped across his lap. A blond woman in a zombie-esque costume sidles up to Dabi.

“Are you Frankenstein?” the blond questions as she runs her fingers along the textured staples and warped skin covering the exposed areas of Dabi’s body. “Wow! These seem so real!”

“Woman, I’m not that fucked up monster from the movies. This shit is real.”

“Pfft. This fool got himself chopped up and tossed in a fire, so I had to put him back together.” Shouto smirks at his brother. “He’s lucky they missed his heart.”

“Tch,” Dabi grunts and looks away.

“Is that why you’re burned too?” The female on Shouto’s lap asks as she touches the area around his left eye. “You poor baby.”

“Yes.” He teases her lips back to his own, dragging his canines across the flesh before pulling away. “Which is why I need the assistance of a beautiful woman like you.”

“Mmm…” The woman moans at the contact. “Anything you need, cutie.”

“Gross,” Dabi huffs. “You play with your food too much.”

“And you should learn,” Shouto continues to ghost his fingers over the woman’s cheek and neck, pulling more purrs and enchanting her with his stare, “to have a little fun. Makes it so much sweeter.”

“This is why I hate hunting with you.” Dabi stands and pulls the second female to her feet. “Let’s go have some fun blondie.”

The woman giggles and happily allows the man to drag her away. “I didn’t catch your name, mister.”

“Just call me Touya.”

“Touya,” she purrs. “Where are we going for this fun?”

“You’ll see.”

Humans were such gullible creatures. In the old days, they were much more suspicious and difficult to catch, but now, it was child’s play.

Take for instance the ridiculous story about being chopped up. The girls probably thought the siblings were joking. No one believed in supernatural creatures. Vampires, ghosts, and demons were just a bunch of nonsense to scare little kids. Sometimes, Dabi misses the sport of the old days because easy gets boring, and that’s no fun for an immortal.

So, as soon as they reach an alleyway devoid of Halloween revelers, Dabi pushes the woman against a wall. While one hand grips the base of her throat, the fingers of the other toy with her, tracing long fingernails over the contours of her cheek.

“Such a naïve little thing.” He leans in close, licking and teasing the shell of her ear as he talks. “You know it’s not smart to let a strange man take you into a dark alley.”

The pace of her heartbeat steadily rises, and the delicious scent of arousal mixed with fear pours from her flesh.

His knee nudges her legs apart, then seats itself between them, pressing his thigh forward until it rubs against her groin. A whine squeaks out from the woman and catches in her throat when his hand constricts tighter around it.

“Do you like it rough? Cause I do. Now be a good little girl and close your eyes for me. That’s it,” he whispers as he watches her eyes roll back from the lack of air. “Time to take a short nap.”

Dabi picks the woman up, throws her over his shoulder like a sack of rice, and heads for the forests surrounding Mt. Tanzawa. A human traveling this distance would take hours, but for a vampire, it only took just minutes with their preternatural speed. Sort of like jumping through space and time, they moved faster than the naked eye could process. To others watching, they were simply a blur.

“Wake up!” He slaps the woman’s face, hard.

The sting instantly revives her. “W-What’s g-going on?!” The trees blocked out the bulk of the moonlight, making it pitch black. “Where are we?”

“Far outside of Kanagawa.” Dabi grins and leans into one of the scant beams of moonlight. The woman flinches when he flashes the elongated fangs that were not there earlier. “I’ll give you one minute to run before I turn you into my prey.”

“A-are you gonna k-kill me?!”

“Mmm.” He rubs his chin. “I haven’t decided yet. So, get moving!”

The darkness swallows her screams as she takes off running as fast as her legs could carry her. But he knows it’s hard to see where she’s going with brush and fallen tree limbs, rocks and other debris tearing through her clothing. She trips and scrambles to her feet again, tears pouring down her face. Behind her, Dabi’s manic laughter echoes and bounces off the trees making it difficult to pinpoint his location.

“Someone help me!”

“There’s no one for miles,” Dabi replies harshly.

“What do you want from me?!” she cries out.

But her pleas go unanswered this time. He could hear the sounds of brush crunching under her feet as she barrels through the forest. They mask his own movements well, and the further she runs, Dabi could imagine the pain being exacted through lashes all over her skin. ‘Ughhh!’ Dabi groans and licks his lips. The woman smells absolutely delicious! Her blood and sweat trail left in her wake and the fear coursing through her veins! Nope little brother, this is so much sweeter! He loves the pounding of her heartbeat echoing in his eardrums like a primal rhythm driving him wild! It’s been so long since he’d had a meal like this one, and it was time to enjoy it.

He pounces on her from behind and clamps down so quickly, she has no chance to react. The woman’s screams tear through the night along with the puncture of his fangs into the supple white flesh of her neck. She claws in vain wherever she can reach, but the larger Dabi has no problems controlling her writhing body.

“That’s it, scream for me baby,” he mumbles into her skin.

Fuck, she tastes as good as he’d hoped! He sucks gingerly at the coppery blood. There’s no rush to this meal. And besides, the slower he drinks, the longer the heart holds out.

“Please,” the woman whimpers, “I’ll do anything. Just don’t kill me.”

Dabi releases his fangs and flips the blond over.

“Is that so?” Dabi keeps one hand on her throat, and he runs the other between her thighs and up her skirt. She instinctively clenches her legs. “Tch, thought so.”

“No, wait! I’m sorry!” she sobs and relaxes her legs again. “Take it. Please j-just don’t ki-kill me.”

“If you insist.” He grins and releases her neck. “Get the fuck on your hands and knees.”

The blonds shaky body complies, and she assumes the position. Dabi flips her skirt up and tears the fabric of her panties, then releases his own cock. He yanks her hair and wraps his hand around her throat to hold her still.

“You’re being such a good girl.” His icy breath fans over her skin, causing her to shiver. “And if you satisfy my dick, I’ll let you live.”

His cold hard cock buries itself in the woman’s tight and hot pussy.

“Fuck— yeah,” he moans, pounding relentlessly into the woman.

Her pussy was so perfectly tight, it practically sucked his dick in. She couldn’t control her body’s reaction to his conquest as sticky liquid trails down her thigh. Her quieted sobbing falls on deaf ears with Dabi too engrossed in plundering his prey.

“You should feel special, blondie.” He leans in close and licks her cheek. “Not many can say they’ve been fucked by a vampire and lived.” Dabi laughs. “Course no one’s gonna believe you, either!”

The swell of his impending orgasm triggers his icy blue eyes to turn blood red. Dabi pulls her up until they’re both just on their knees and bites down on her neck once more. He grabs her hips hard, and his sharp nails dig into the flesh.

Her moans echo into the still night air as a different set of heat floods her entire body. It was a chemical from his bite that brought on the wave of euphoria. It wasn’t something he always used to placate his prey, but it was harder to control during sex and simply came out.

She weaves one hand behind his head, and another around his ass and thigh seemingly begging for more contact.

“Tou—ya...” she purrs, his name dribbling over and over from her lips as he rides out his orgasm.

“Damn bitch,” Dabi sneers after unhinging his fangs from her throat. “Don’t get comfortable unless you wanna become my sex slave.” He knew it was just the spell making her so compliant, but frankly, the idea was appealing to him. Been a century since his last one. With all the blood loss, the woman is slowly losing consciousness. Sent into a dream world created by the chemicals of lust and the toxins from his bite. Perhaps he’d unlocked a side of her that she’d never known existed?

“I-I want more,” she whispers.

Dabi pulls out roughly and turns her around. “What did you say, slut? Getting turned on are ya?”

“I-I don’t know,” she cries, tears falling down her cheeks and skin tingling from the icy grip of his fingers. “I l-like it…”

“Hmm, maybe I could have a little more fun with you after all. What’s your name, bitch?”

“T-Toga.”

Dabi’s eyes flash red with the most sinister of smiles, then pricks his own finger on one of his fangs. He smears a drop of his blood on Toga’s lips before forcing her to suck more of it in. And as her eyes slowly turn red, he smirks.

#bnhamonsterball #trigger warnings #bnha #dabi todoroki #dabi #Bnha dabi #vampire #halloween event #tw: noncon #tw: violence #tw: sex #tw: prey

[thegreenalien]

You should do all of them questions and 90 is true

I love you!!!!

1. Favorite instrument?

I work at a music store u can’t just ask me this. When my coworkers play it’s the saxophone or the flute, when the boys in the repair shop are testing repairs and they harmonize with each other or try to outplay one another it’s the bassoon or the trombone or whatever they’re fixing at the moment. When I hear 🎺 give his lesson on Wednesday afternoons it’s the trumpet, and when I think about middle school it’s the clarinet, the flute, the French horn. When I hear the nutcracker pas des deux is the oboe and when I hear edith piaf l’accordeoniste it’s the remarkable human voice. Really my favorite instrument is all of them, it just depends.

2. Favorite fic trope? Mutual pining 🥺

3. Sport you played for the longest amount of time? LMAO I wasn’t a sporty kid but I did ballet

4. Shoe size? 10-11

5. Most recent (good) dream? Uhh I had a dream last night about my coworker 🎹 it wasn’t bad though I can’t really remember what it was about

6. Last person in your DMs? smugg

7. Can you do a handstand? Nooo nooo lmaoo nooooo

8. Unpopular food opinion I don’t like oranges or red meat

9. Conspiracy you believe in? There’s some kind of weird weather dome in my hometown around the military base that makes most storms pass around us

10. Is your hair its natural color/style? Most of it is I dyed the bottom layer of my hair tho so it’s blonde rn

11. state a useless fact all that’s coming to mind is outright lies rn hold on. The inventor of pringles is buried in a pringles can that’s so fucking nasty omg

12. most interesting gossip you’ve heard? Idk I don’t really care for gossip uhhhh have u heard tho rin dippindogs is a huge gay hah she uhh she like men AND women lmao gaaay gaaaay

13. Middle name? Carolyn

14. Sexuality? Bisexual

15. Amount of sleep you got last night? Idk actually I think like 9-10 hrs tho I slept in until 11

16. Opinion on ice cream cake? Tasty!!!

17. Opinion on (cup)cake frosting? It’s depends buttercream is usually too sweet for me in large amounts so I prefer whipped cream frosting

18. Last board game you played? Idk??? We played hunt a killer tho last Thursday me n my family I guess that counts kinda

19. Project you want to start? I need ideas first baby

20. Project you’re working on right now? HAHAHAHAHAHA

21. TV show you’re watching? nothing rn I just rewatch bojack a lot if I watch anything

22. Last movie you watched? Lego batman I think

23. Ever left anon hate? Not legit hate

24. Ever left anon love? Yes all the time. Sometimes to strangers it’s my favorite thing to do

25. Best Disney movie? The princess and the frog

26. Best Pixar movie? Soul or Up I can’t decide

27. Best Star Wars? Um. Empire strikes back

28. Last thing you consumed? Fuit gumy

29. NoTP? Idk I don’t really hate ships unless they’re gross like pedophilic gross

30. story behind your (nick)name? When I was a fetus my great grandfather had a dream that my name should be Carolyn Marie but my parents were huge dweebs so they named me Marina after the actress of Deanna Troi in Star Trek. Idk about my nickname ive just always been Rina/Rin as long as I can remember

31. ice cream order? Lately it’s lemon sorbetto I know it’s SO high in sugar but I love it

32. describe your blog in <5 words I love you

33. how many blogs do you follow? 436

34. Describe your voice it depends usually I sound like a sick child but my customer service voice is really pleasant

35. Describe your smile it’s cute :)

36. What is the place you live known for? LMAOOO LMAO we have a military base nearby and like. I could go on abt that one but also like. There’s a lot of gang violence and a lot of the other consequences of poverty. People from the cities around us see us as “””ghetto””” or violent but it’s just. It’s more than that it’s always more than that. And idk what else there’s nothing really particularly special about this town except that we’re all here and not anywhere else

37. What is the place you’re originally from known for? (if they’re different)

38. pronouns? she/any idc

39. Languages you speak? English

40. first friend you made through tumblr? Idk. I probably don’t talk to them anymore :(

41. Person on tumblr you know in real life? my brother

42. First dog breed you think of shih tzu I have 2 next to me rn

43. room wall color? Purble!!!! The paint color is called grape juice that’s why I picked it!!!

44. Song that’s stuck in your head right now? It’s tricky to rock a rhyme to rock a rhyme that’s right on time it’s trickyyyyy

45. Favorite number? 5, 34

46. Color you associate with your name? Red

47. Favorite jolly rancher flavor?watermelon

48. Pets? 2 dogs rocket and groot and 4 cats loki danni who r from the same litter and we raised from kittens, miss kitty who we adopted from a shelter after my boy blue moon passed away and ben (his real name is Kylo Ren thanks to my mom but I refuse to call him that) he is my little baby and he has 7 toes on his front paws

49. Collections? Hot wheels

50. Character outside of your fandom you’d marry? Girl what lmaooo idk

51. Character outside of your fandom you’d kill? That’s mean :(

52. Have you met any celebrities? NO thank god id have to kill on sight

53. Favorite time period in history? Itslian Renaissance & Romantic Era

54. What time is it right now? 2:35 am oops

55. History or future? Future but like . A good one. Or prehistory

56. Space or ocean? Space

57. Fears? Abandonment

58. Command + v and post. It’s this list of questions u don’t want that

59. Favorite season? Spring

60. Describe your aesthetic. Messy just a mess, neon and old buildings and things, antiques, countryside if there weren’t so many trump pence flags still lmaoo give uppp give up, nature just al of nature and space and places humans can’t touch and places they used to touch but can’t anymore

61. MBTI? Infp but I haven’t taken it in a few years

62. What’s your relationship with your family like? Normal.

63. “Biggest fan” in your tumblr activity? I’m in mobile hold on acc to tumblr it’s akky

64. Favorite musical? Sweeney todd

65. Comfort book? Idk how to read 💔💔💔 wuthering heights tho

66. Comfort movie? Whisper of the heart

67. OTP? Girl idk

68. BroTP? Joey and Tristan yugioh

69. AUs or canon compliant? Canon ig idk

70. Opinion on the person who’s sending the ask? It’s an anon!! But I love them

71. FMK + 3 characters anon didnt leave any characters and I was going to say something very bad but I won’t

72. Dream date? I’ve wanted to do this for a while but ideally it would be after we’d been together a while maybe even engaged or whatever, I wanna go to like a Home Depot or a furniture store and pretend to be married and looking for house paints and furniture and plan what our home is going to look like I wanna do that so bad. But idk for a first/early relationship date i really want to go to the zilker botanical garden it’s one of my favorite places, we could also go to the natural gardener which is a plant nursery in Austin I really love it there too and it’s not that far from zilker.

73. Relationship status? Single

74. Ever dyed your hair? Do you plan to? Yes and perhaps. Maybe

75. Dream job/career? Idk anymore I used to have big girl goals and I haven’t had any in a while. But when I was younger I wanted to be a game warden

76. Favorite band/singer? Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky

77. Something that makes you soft/that you find adorable? My cats

78. The first thing you would do if you won the lottery? Buy a house

79. Are you superstitious? Yes

80. Character you project onto? Shizuku tsukishima

81. Fictional character you’ve had a crush on? Vergil devil may cry. Forever husband

82. Celebrity crush? LMAO

83. Person on here you’d date? my mutuals

84. Person on here you’d marry? 🥺 my mutuals

85. Person on here you’d throw into the void? Smugg

86. Other social media you have? I’ve got a photography insta that I barely use and a Twitter that’s just nintendo switch screenies that’s it

87. Finish the sentence: Due to personal reasons, ___________i will be passing away

88. Bad habit? I find it rlly hard to say no or like to say when and why I’m upset I don’t feel like for the latter I don’t feel like I should bring something that’s upsetting me up because I know I’ll get over it on my own and I don’t really trust myself to be upset about rational things. Idk I’m working on it

89. Three things you like about yourself? I’m hot, I’m kind, I’m resilient

90. Ily and you deserve the world I love you!!!!! YOU deserve it too!!!

#askies #anonymous #long post / #thank u!!

[artificialqueens]

little light (7/8) (Trixya) - Elissa

A/N: Part seven of That One Where Katya is Trixie’s Brother’s Best Friend™

(full fic is up on ao3 at yekaterinunhhhh, come say hi on tumblr at tempfixeliza)

Chapter warnings: light smut, D/s

They’ve been at the mall for a couple hours now, and it’s nearing dinner time so they make their way toward the food court. Adore, Farrah, and Katya all order quickly, but Trixie is stuck wandering around looking for a vegetarian option she’ll actually eat.

By the time Trixie settles on a slice of veggie pizza and sits down with the other girls, Adore and Farrah are both almost done eating. Trixie picks up her fork and starts methodically removing the black olives from where they’re embedded in the cheese of the pizza.

“Why didn’t you just order something that didn’t have olives in it?” Farrah is watching her with one brow raised, talking between sips of her soft drink.

“Everything either had olives or meat on it,” Trixie sighs. “I wanted plain cheese pizza but there was one dude working the counter and it would’ve been another twenty minutes.”

“If you don’t want the olives I’ll eat them.”

Trixie looks up at Katya, sitting across from her next to Adore. She wrinkles her nose. “You like olives?”

“I’m pro-olive, yes,” she nods, popping a french fry into her mouth.

“I mean, you’re entitled to your own opinion, but you’re wrong.” Trixie scoops up the little pile of black rings, placing them on the edge of Katya’s plate before picking up her now olive-free pizza.

Katya munches happily on the olives while Trixie eats. Farrah and Adore are done now, both texting away on their phones.

“I think I’m gonna go to the sporting goods store,” Farrah announces, standing up and shuffling her garbage onto her tray. “I promised my brother I’d bring him home a new soccer ball.”

“I’ll go with you,” Adore volunteers. “We’ll meet you guys back here in an hour?”

They agree and Trixie watches them as they leave the food court, balling up her napkin and dropping it on her empty plate.

“Is there anywhere you want to go?” Katya’s elbows are propped up on the table, her chin resting in her hands.

Trixie hums, thinking for a moment. “We could go see if Kim is working.”

“She works here?” Katya looks surprised and Trixie just shrugs.

“There’s not any makeup counters in Two Rivers.”

The two girls take care of their trash and head toward the department store, their shopping bags dangling from their hands. Trixie’s knuckles brush against Katya’s and she wants to reach out, wants to hold her hand, but there are bags in the way and they’re in public, in the midwest, and Trixie doesn’t know how people would react. She’s had a girlfriend before, and she’s out to her mom who doesn’t care who she loves as long as they’re a good person, but it’s not like her and Katya are wandering around in New York City or San Francisco. They’re in the middle of the country where people are still clinging to Bibles and their hunting rifles for dear life. She wants to hold Katya’s hand so badly, more than she wants most everything else in the world, but she doesn’t dare.

Kim is standing behind the register ringing up a pile of products for a old woman with stark white curls on her head, and Trixie’s impressed. Kim has mentioned how good she is at upselling people, but Trixie has never really seen her in action before.

Trixie gives her a small wave when they make eye contact and Kim returns it, tearing the receipt and sliding it across the counter for the woman to sign.

Katya and Trixie hover near the lipstick display until Kim is done with her customer and walks over to them. Katya is leaning in, examining each of the shades with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth and her hip popped out so her weight rests on one of her wedge-clad feet and it’s driving Trixie crazy. The muscles in her calves and her thighs have been driving Trixie wild all day.

Trixie can’t help herself anymore and she lets her fingers slide up Katya’s thighs, under the hem of her dress. She can see the blush blossoming on Katya’s cheeks, but Katya doesn’t move away from her touch.

“Good evening, ladies, can I interest you in our newest anti-aging eye cream?” Kim says, her lisp drawing out certain words. “Any fifty dollar skincare purchase comes with a free gift, valued at sixty-five dollars.”

Trixie giggles, rubbing tiny circles into Katya’s thigh, hidden on the other side of the counter from Kim. “I don’t think we need anti-aging eye cream just yet, but thanks Kim.”

“Speak for yourself.” Katya’s laughing, poking at the skin around her eyes in the mirror.

The three of them talk for a while, Kim eventually coaxing Katya into the chair for a demo of the brand’s new lip liner so that she looks like she’s busy at work. Kim turns her back occasionally, and every time she does Trixie’s hands are on Katya, trailing up her thighs, over her arms. She kisses her shoulder when Kim walks over to the register to ring up the liner Katya has decided to buy. Katya pulls Trixie in and kisses her hard, backing off when she hears Kim open the drawer to make change.

When another customer comes in, Kim says her goodbyes and Trixie and Katya wander into the home goods section of the store.

Trixie is looking at a sheet set when something hits the side of her face, and she turns to see Katya with an armful of a couple throw pillows and a wicked grin on her face.

“Oh it’s on, bitch,” Trixie sets the sheets back on the shelf and picks up the pillow at her feet, catapulting it back at Katya.

The war is short lived, an employee coming over from the customer service desk and asking the girls to leave the department. They apologize, giggling as they pick up the pillows to put them back into their respective spots.

Their pulses are calming as they leave the department to find another, adrenaline still coursing through their veins. Katya’s hand is in hers, pulling her along through the rows of shoes and socks. Trixie wants to kiss Katya again, wants to grab onto the toned arms she had just watched flex to launch pillows at her. She’s not sure how they end up in the men’s department. She’s certainly not sure how Katya has somehow talked her into the quiet, fancy dressing rooms, but no one is around to tell them off or kick them out and each room is completely enclosed with floor to ceiling walls so Trixie doesn’t mind.

She’s pulled into a small dressing room, door slamming behind her and she registers a bench along one wall and a mirror along the other.

“What about Adore and Farrah?” Trixie suddenly realizes. “We’re gonna be late to meet up with them.”

“They’ll live,” Katya huffs a laugh, hands grasping Trixie’s hips. “You really think they went to get a soccer ball?”

Trixie furrows her brow, “What do you mean? Of course they did.”

“Trixie, they left to go make out somewhere.”

“No way,” Trixie shakes her head. “No, they’re not-” The look on Katya’s face stops her from finishing her statement. “Oh my God, are they?”

Katya nods, hands sliding down to grab at Trixie’s ass through her dress. “Are you done worrying about them, now?”

Trixie murmurs a soft “yeah” and leans in toward Katya, ready to kiss her.

“Not so fast,” Katya pushes Trixie and her back collides with the door, Katya’s hands pinning the younger girl’s above her head. Her teeth drag over Trixie’s neck before nipping at her earlobe, a shiver rippling through her.

“You think it’s funny to tease me, babydoll?”

“Don’t think it’s funny ,” Trixie manages, though her voice is a bit shaky with the intensity of her desire. “But I think it’s led to a pretty fun place, don’t you?”

Katya shifts her grip so quickly that Trixie almost doesn’t notice until her hair is being tugged harshly, pulling her head to the side. She can feel the wetness pooling between her thighs at being manhandled by Katya. Both of her wrists are still pinned above her head, now by only one of Katya’s hands.

“I’d find it more fun if my babydoll was being a good girl,” Katya snarls, dropping both of Trixie’s arms. The click of the door locking reverberates through the small space. She releases her grip on Trixie’s hair and moves to sit on the edge of the bench.

“Come here,” she husks, crooking a finger with a smirk playing on her features. Trixie steps forward without a second thought, captivated by the dominant edge in Katya’s voice.

Katya pulls Trixie in roughly, lips meeting in a messy, desperate kiss. The taste of mint and a subtle undertone of cigarettes washes over Trixie. As quickly as the kiss started, it ends, Katya’s fingers knotting into Trixie’s blonde curls and pushing her to her knees.

“You look so pretty down there, babydoll,” Katya coos, hand suddenly brushing through Trixie’s hair, gentle toying in sharp contrast to the harsh action just moments ago. “You’re always beautiful, but you look so much better down on your knees for me. Like you belong there.”

Trixie leans into the gentle touch, eyes slipping closed blissfully. She had no idea words could have this effect on her, but then again, everything with Katya seems to be exciting and uncharted territory.

The hand in her hair tugs her forward, though it’s much kinder than before. Trixie opens her eyes and is met with Katya’s dripping entrance, the skirt of her dress having been pulled up around her hips and her panties tugged to the side.

“Go on,” she encourages, thumb brushing over Trixie’s cheekbone. “Lick, kitten.”

Trixie leans forward hesitantly, peering up at Katya through her lashes before averting her eyes back to her core. Her bottom lip makes its way between her teeth without her permission, displaying her hesitation.

“Trixie? Are you okay?” Katya’s voice is nearly back to normal, a twinge of concern slicing through. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, I’m sorry if I pushed you too far.”

“No! That’s not- I want to, I just…” Trixie isn’t sure how to admit to the hottest girl to ever exist that she’s a virgin without dying of embarrassment.

“You just…” Katya prompts, raising a brow.

“I just, um…” Trixie’s cheeks are crimson, a flush burning so hot the color peeks through her makeup.

“You… you’ve never been with a girl before?”

Trixie shrugs at the guess, looking toward the door in a pitiful attempt at nonchalance.

“You’ve never been with anyone before?” Katya corrects. The distinct lack of judgment in her tone calms Trixie’s blush a bit, and she dares to look back at Katya.

“Oh,” Katya frowns, standing up and letting her dress fall back down her thighs. Her hands grasp Trixie’s and she pulls the girl to stand. “You should’ve told me before”

“I was just afraid that you- nevermind.” Trixie can feel her heart sink. Katya doesn’t want her. Of course she doesn’t.

“That I wouldn’t want you if I knew you were a virgin?”

At this point Trixie is pretty sure Katya can read her mind.

“Yeah. And that’s totally cool, it’s whatever,” she lies, counting the tiles on the floor. It’s anything but cool.

“No, Trixie,” Katya’s hands cup her cheeks, tilting her face up to make eye contact. “I still want you.”

Trixie has been on a goddamn rollercoaster of emotions, currently cruising through a spiral of confusion, and she’s about ready for the ride to stop. “Then why are you-”

“You’re too special for this to be your first time. On the floor in a fucking dressing room in the men’s department - you deserve so much better than that.”

“You really think so?” She asks incredulously, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I do,” Katya smiles, and Trixie nearly loses herself in her sparkling eyes. “Let me prove it to you.”

Trixie tilts her head with a soft “Hm?”

“Tonight. Let me prove it to you,” Katya’s hands find Trixie’s and she laces their fingers together. “Let me show you how special you are. Let me treat you the way you deserve to be treated.”

“But where would we even-”

“My parents are out of town for the weekend. You can… I don’t know. Would Adore cover for you? Like, tell your mom you’re spending the night at Adore’s?”

Trixie shakes her head, frown covering her face. “My mom hates Adore, especially since I didn’t tell her I was staying there last time. She thinks Adore’s, like, unstable and promiscuous or something.”

“What about Farrah?”

Trixie shakes her head again.

“There has to be one friend your mom doesn’t hate,” Katya’s hands squeeze around Trixie’s.

Leaning back against the bathroom door, Trixie runs through the list of friends she has. There’s Adore, Farrah, who her mom thinks is “vapid” (though she’s actually quite intelligent), Courtney (but she’s more Adore’s friend than Trixie’s), and – that’s it!

“Kim!”

Katya jumps at Trixie’s sudden outburst. “What?”

“Kim, she’ll cover for me.”

Katya smirks, taking a step to close the distance between them. “Perfect.”

“Absolutely,” Trixie nods before she leans forward to press a chaste kiss to Katya’s plush red lips.

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