Bakedbeansoverthemoon
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“You’re such a fucking princess. You just waiting for someone to put you in your place?” Jude taunted him, his grip tightening on his locks. Erling let out a slight gasp from pain and grit his teeth.
“I’d like to see you try dumbass.” Erling retorted back, rolling his eyes.
By now, he was so done with Jude. All he wanted to do is go home, make some popcorn, and watch Champion’s league highlights from that day. His muscles were aching and his head was spinning from the grip in his hair and Jude’s cologne.
“Oh…” Jude muttered from above him. Erling looked up at him confused.
“You’re asking for it.”
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Jude knew it was just a haircut. The problem was that Erling with short hair brought out thoughts that definitely had nothing to do with the word “just.”
Or: Haaland cuts his hair, Jude loses his mind, and old memories come rushing back.
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“Uh, right, how far is it up?” His voice is porcelain on the edge of shattering into smithereens.
Jobe hadn't thought that far, actually. Rubbing his thighs together, he tries to get the beads to shift to locate them. A dull note of pleasure seemingly in the lower part of the stomach. “P-pretty far up, yeah.”
Carney abruptly palmed his face, and a weak laugh escaped his lips. “Yeah–alright. He clears his throat. “I can do this.”
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Jobe gets anal beads stuck in his ass and Carney saves the day (and then some).