moving this
tidal's hoard
this is just lovemail bc idk if she's ever going to see this. i hate being embarrassing


me when I'm avoidant but not with her because she makes me feel so loved and I care about her so much, she doesn't deserve what happen to her at all. OH MY GOD she's just so sweet, soft, loving, and tenderhearted. Oh my god, I miss her so much and I want to talk to her SO badly.. I'm sure she won't ever mention it (or any of this.), but I love how she... put me in her diary, again. after I told her how I was kind of jealous and sad that she removed me.... AHH ugh, I hate all of her exes #idgaf, they're all weird. Mistreating her like she's a subject, fucking losers LOL

ok i lit have nothing to do so I'm rewriting that fanfic-dream-thing i had OMFG IGNORE HOW SHE'S DOING LAWN-WORK IN THE START. I NEED A GOOD STARTER ON WHY SHE'S SWEATY BUT IM MAKING IT SEEM LIKE SHE'S DOING HER FUTURE JOB AS A MEXICAN omg okay im holding back my laughter OH MY GOD I CAN'T LAUGH WE'RE TAKING A TEST..


The sweat on the tan girl was dripping down her temple, the sun blazing onto her like it was dependent and needed a source to shine on. Of course, Marie was just outside, cleaning around to rake the leaves, watering the plants, and possibly mowing the lawn until her sisters call her in to come and clean up— her face lit up, and she hurried back inside like a scared cat.

She slides open the glass door, walking in like she hasn't been in her own home for decades. Rambling into her house while taking off her shoes and hopping with 1 foot. The hallway was a mess; Her socks were on doorknobs, the mud she brought in? Yeah, it's making its own colony on the floor— She's practically full of sweat and other filth from outside...

Marie tends to lock her door while changing, like many other people... But this time seems weird, the tension in the air was thicken by horror, it felt like someone was watching her— She scrambled across the room, peeking under her bed, checking the closet, and even telling her sisters to knock off whatever game they're trying to play around with her.

"Uhm, no..? What are you talking about?" Her sister questioned, confused and oddly frighten by the thought of someone being in their house without knowing— with the straightest face ever, sweat almost forming.

"Dude, you guys are fucking with me... I can feel someone just staring at me, if it's one of your friends then tell them to stop, right now." Marie's voice sharpens, leaving trails of anger and annoyance.

They all just stare at each other— Marie being the oldest, of course... She had to check it out.
Creeping around her front yard, she gets warmer to the tottering brush around her windows, with a flashlight in hand and a wizard-like stick in the other.

"What the fuck." she murmured, to only see her boyfriend, jolted up and with a bag of girl scout cookies, a camera and rope— "Wait, why are you at my house...?" She questioned, her knuckles turning white as she lowers the stick. Gripping it firmly to make sure if he does something, she could just whack him.

"Nothing... I was just... uh, I'm... I was trying to gift you with cookies! And a camera." The black hair boy said, with his glasses fogging up from how hard he was breathing. Getting himself up with the wall and slowly starts to slide apart from the girl— until she slams the stick next to his face, a whimper falls out of the boy as he tries to compose himself again

"Oliver, tell me the real reason. Why are you being a fucking creep?" Marie muttered, looking directly at him like a disappointed mother talking to a child, almost like a mutt.

"I'm sorry, okay? Please... I just wanted to make sure you're okay!" He yelped out as the girl shoved her knee up his front, whining as the girl almost wrestled him down in her own front yard, "Pl— Please Marie!" She pulls him down to get shorter than her, but not on his knees.

"So you have a rope, camera and food to make sure if I'm okay... What kind of kinky ass checkups are you doing?" she questions him, his eyes rolling down to her face and then her jaw, to her chest, noticeably. Marie can see Liv's eyes scanning her like a needy dog— "I'm sorry, okay? This was just to be safe... hpmh..." he whimpers, Marie grinning like she got him where she wanted.
"Come in and hurry up." She backed up and demanded, the boy shock up and followed her into her home, checking corners to see if anybody is there, she wouldn't want her siblings and parents to see the stuff she was about to do

She pulls him onto the bed, rough and harsh— treating him like some toy that she doesn't have a use for— "Stay still." She ordered, embarrassing the boy, making him take off his pants and jacket.

"Please, I'm sorry— I don't want to do this! Please!" He whines, pushing himself back on the bed frame, a loud smack echoes the room, turning his head to look back at the woman. Oliver quiets down and sits back to relax, looking down at his hands fidgeting, his knees hurting from how he's sitting. His breathing getting heavy while his chest is pounding with thrill

She comes back with a leash, collaring the boy. Making him more laughable than before— without any warnings, she pulls him down. Making him yelp in pain and falling on all fours, dragging him closer to her.

"Liv, sit right here..." She patted the ground, Oliver complies with the mission and crawls there, on his hands and knees. His back arched with his ASS IN THE AIR. (I can't take this seriously) and his knees turning red from the hard wooden floor.

"Marie, this is... Ah!..." He whimpers, looking up at the girl with his boxers being soaked— "This is insane. We shouldn't be doing this"

"You're the insane one; you've been such a bad boy. you know that? It's pretty cute..." she said, caressing his face with her whole hand, cupping it and analyzing it like she's looking for new ideas— "Marie, we haven't talked all day. I just- mfh.." Liv shutters out, cutting off his sentence as her hand rubs against his neck and slid it back up to his face

"Please... Don't..." He pleaded— having his mouth muffled by her thumb pushing through his lips and into his mouth. "I'm begging..."

"Uh huh, well... That's too bad, I'll show you what happens when bad dogs like you misbehave" She soothed, slapping the boy up and on his feet.. Pushing him against the bed again and bent HIM OVER. WOAHH ;-;;

She rubs the tip of the silicone on his nerves, rubbing his sides and pulling harder on the leash; causing him to jolt up and whine— "Please, Miss... Please! I'll be good" He cried, "I'll be so good... I won't— Ngh!" he howled, grasping the pillow that lay under him, tears falling out and his begging turned into actual cries of help.

"Shut up," she huffed, shoving the entire thing into him, the wetness of his lower frame made it easier to slide in... "Shut- agh... Shut the fuck up, you're always so bitchy. Even when I'm teaching you a lesson." Her voice cracking a little, enjoying herself a bit too much as she flops her waist into it.

"Please! I— Fuck! I hate you, pl— please stop.. Marie, I'm begging" the helpless boy fighting back, trying to get her off but being physically weak; he takes it, while his head is racing with his next plan. Will he be out? Would he forget about this? Probably not.

"Aww, you're so cute" She comforted, "You don't really want me to stop, do you?" she said, composing and catching herself before she says something outrageous. "You're so wet, baby... You're humping the bed like a dog in heat! And yet you say you don't want this... Pftt, real pathetic..." She insulted; she can feel him dripping...

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Pub: 06 Dec 2025 07:25 UTC

Edit: 19 Dec 2025 21:34 UTC

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