Note: It ended up turning into noncon, instead of just “rough lovemaking.” Also check this judge-m0rt1s story if you wanna boogie with Ooogie.
Imagine Oogie Boogie manhandling you.
If it wasn’t for your sleeves, being dragged against your will and against the floor of the lair would quite painful. Oogie had already ripped the back of your dress, baring your shoulder blades. When he stopped walking, you hoped he would drop you. Giving you an opportunity to escape. Instead, your body was effortlessly raised.
You squirmed in his hold as something, many somethings, squirmed underneath his woven skin. His appendages thankfully didn’t have fingers. Otherwise, you were sure he would have already unhooked your bra, and do more than just rub your breasts. Whose tips were unfortunately prominent at that moment.
“Woah, woah, you’re enjoying this.” It was cool in his lair, but you kept your mouth shut. He continued his exploration of your cups. You closed your eyes. Then the Oogie Boogie Man lifted your dress, one “hand” still cupping a tit. “You’re sopping, you’re sopping!”
Why didn’t I wear a thicker set? you thought, while your only external complaint was to move away from the molestation. The soft burlap rubbing between your thighs was making you wet.
Initially turned on by your reluctance—to go on a date, to return to his place, to fornicate with a boogeyman—he was growing impatient. Although Oogie would have loved to have you try pushing him away until he finished. Maybe some other session.
He snapped one wrist up into a shackle, then the other.
i just figured out the word for it and i have acarophobia (basically the phobia of small parasitic insects) and i dont think my parents know because i just saw a flea so i texted my mom and im kinda frozen not being able to move and i dont know why but my mom just ignored my message and i know its like 11 pm but im freaking out help
I was doing dishes, but then the dishwasher filled up with bugs and since I’m terrified of swarming bugs, I slammed it shut and ran into the garage, where my sister was cleaning the floor. I asked her why she was in the garage, and she told me she wasn’t in the garage, she was in my room, so I turned around and found that I was also in my room. I woke up confused.
Female version of Gerard Way (who was a camp counselor) was flirting with me and threw a cockroach under my shirt thinking it would make me love her. It did.
Me and a bunch of other people were lead into this huge, dark cave. Once we were there, we were supposed to cross a bridge to get to a boat, but I fell off the bridge. The fall wasn’t too far, but the water was made of bugs and they lifted me into the air and threw me into their jail, but I escaped because I exposed one of the prison guards as a drug dealer.
