Dylan "Dill" Blossom

Oh? And what place would that be? 

That I am. Which means, you must not be? 

He tugged Dill close to kiss the top of his head without thinking, keeping him close in the chaos around them. “Layla left, yeah, I think. I sent Jackson a message but haven’t heard from him yet. Though with how crazy everything is I can’t blame him,” he muttered. Danny looked around, starting off towards a promising looking group of people, wondering if they would find one of their loved ones there.

Danny felt his heart slow down ever so slightly, feeling Dill solid and safe in his arms. Someone was safe. “I haven’t, no. Let’s look for them, yeah?” The notion of letting go of Dill even for a second wasn’t one he wanted to entertain. His hand clasped firmly in the sub’s, wondering where to even start looking for the other Blossoms.

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“You can do that without insulting others, darling,” she replied with a smirk. She sighed happily as he started to lick at her, one hand in his hair, the other holding her cards. Honestly, she didn’t much care about the game anymore, much more focused on the beautiful boy between her legs. “Mm. A little more, darling,” she hummed.

Alright all you Lima beans. Now that we’re all settled in I can try this crazy internet contraption. Yo, I’m Razor and I’ll be slinging your drinks at the Whyte Wyrm. And beware - I don’t do anything weak. 

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She let out a chuckle as he listed off his reasons, trading in a few cards once more before looking down at him again. “Confidence is wonderful, darling, but watch yourself when declaring the best. You never know who you might be insulting,” Belle said with a dangerous smirk, wondering if he would know he was basically insulting his own sister. “Nevertheless, I am very horny, and I think an orgasm or two from your pretty mouth should do the trick. So get to work, and keep playing with your cock. No coming though,” she said warningly, spreading her legs wider.

Danny didn’t think he would be able to stop shaking. His head was spinning. He hadn’t been able to find anyone, the claxon ring of the fire alarms almost drowning out the constant ring of names flying around his head. Jackson, Layla, Annie, Dill, Violet… Sam, Owen… the list went on and on. The outside was chaos, people calling for loved ones and firefighters shouting at them to stay back, and he felt like he was on sensory overload.

Everything seemed to stop though when he spotted a familiar figure, relief rushing through him at the sight of one of the people on his list seemingly unharmed. “Dill,” he called, ignoring the brush of wet grass against his bare feet as he hurried over to the sub, not even thinking before gathering him into a hug. “You’re okay?”

Dill was breathing heavily as he came running out of the submissive dorms. He was wearing just the sweatpants he’d fallen asleep in, before the banging on his dorm door by the guards had woken up. He’d heard the alarm, and hadn’t hesitated to run out of the building. He hadn’t grabbed clothes, his phone, anything at all. He’d just run, for his safety.

Now, standing outside, he stared up at the buildings on fire. “Oh god,” he whispered, knowing his sisters could be inside those buildings. An icy fear gripped him, that had nothing to do with the cool air on his body. 

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She clicked her tongue, grinning. “Well aren’t you a good boy,” she praised, running her fingers through his hair. “Knowing your place and who you’re meant to serve.” Belle shifted a bit on the chair, spreading her legs to make it obvious to Dill there was nothing in his way under her short skirt. “I don’t know if you’ve earned it though, darling,” she said offhandedly, picking up the hand she was just dealt. “Give me five reasons I should let you taste my pussy. Take out your cock and edge yourself while you do.”

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She had been enjoying watching for the most part, especially watching her lovely date indulge in some of the sweet submissives around. Belle eventually decided to play a round, pursing her lips as she perused her cards. A smile touched her lips, and she glanced down to see someone nuzzling against her leg. “Hello there, darling,” she purred. “Would you like to help me with something?”