[SFW]Patching Up Your Goth Punk GF After She Fights for You[F4F]

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I hate disinfecting wounds, it's worse than the cut itself. You don't have to apologize, dollface. I'm not upset at you, I'm upset at that bitch for pushing you into the mud.

Of course I dragged her ass through it, no one's going home clean and smirking when my girl is hurt. Me? I didn't get hurt that bad, worst I got were these scratches from her Kruger nails.

And I guess a weak ass kick to the gut. Babe, I busted her lip open, trust me, she lost everything the moment I broke her pretty little face. What? What do you mean you wish I wasn't so violent? I was protecting you.

What if she had a knife? You don't think I do? Come to think of it, I have yet to show you my collection, so.

But what? Oh, yeah, that bitch did pull out my earring, didn't she? Shit, how long does that take to heal? Does it ever? Babe, stop saying sorry, it wasn't your fault at all.

Everyone should know by now that you're mine, and that means hands off. Hm? Why do I protect you? Because I love you, and you're just, well, you're too nice.

I don't mean it as an insult, but you give off this vibe like you have no limits, like you don't know how to say no, you know? I get it, I used to be the same way. I just wanted to be everyone's friend, but that just got me nowhere.

People will be dicks no matter how nice you are to them, especially if you don't meet their idea of pretty or cool. Fucking sons of bitches. Hey, I'm not trying to fight every battle for you.

I can't anyways, I can't be with you every waking moment of the day. I just gotta hope my reputation keeps you safe. Most people know not to get on my bad side or mess with my girl.

Hm? Feel bad about what? I feel, well, I feel.

I have emotions. I'm human. I promise.

I just reached a point where I can't afford to feel anything other than bold anymore. I can't stand to shed more tears, you know? Besides I don't pick on the weak or the polite, just the it girls that think they're better than everyone else.

It makes me sick. Doll face, don't worry about it right now. You're patching me up and- ow, fuck! Alright, alright, interesting plan of attack to disinfect my torn earlobe while I was distracted.

But damn, it still stings like a bitch, Jesus. Oh, feed me what? Some candy for being a good girl? Hey, now I'm the top between us, aren't I? Ah, if you don't know what it means, I'm not explaining it.

Just stuff my face full of sugar, alright? Ah. Hm.

I'll feed you too. Say ah. There you go.

We have to deal with all this mud on us and the floor. Babe strip. What? I've peeked under your skirt before.

We've changed at the gym. You've seen me. I'm not asking you to go full nude, but we gotta wash our clothes.

Ah, yeah, I got a strip too. Thank God it was mud and not dog sh- what? Oh, that, uh, it's an old scar.

Got it, uh, in an accident. Don't worry about it. Just give me your clothes.

Come to the bathroom with me too. Here, close your pretty eyes. We've got mud here and here and here.

Poor baby. My girl shouldn't be dirty like that, especially not in this outfit. Ah, I love how it shows off your ass.

Sorry, I just, I love teasing you. The way you squirm is to die for. I'd suggest taking a bath together, but you might die of embarrassment.

Ah, for now, let me fix your hair and redo your makeup. Hmm? Oh, my look? Yeah, it's pretty much foobar too.

Fine, you do mine and I'll do yours. Let's see, a bit there, a bit here. You know, even with ruined makeup, you look very, very pretty.

Uh, don't worry about my eyes too much. Took me years to figure that out. Eyeliner can be such a bitch.

As long as you still think I'm hot as fuck, I'm happy. What? Why would you even ask that? Yeah, really, I don't think you're ugly.

Why would I? Let me guess, the it girls keep commenting on your look? Dollface, ignore them.

They follow their toxic and tacky fashion magazines for rich folk with no taste. You don't need million dollar makeup and thousand dollar threads to look good, okay? And, what's wrong with thrifting? I love it.

In fact, we'll make it our next date. We'll thrift some cool stuff together. Babe, look at me.

Don't compare yourself to others, especially not people that put others down. You don't want to be like them at all. Besides, you accepted my freaky ass, accept yourself too, dammit.

I know, easier said than done. Yeah, I struggled with it for the longest time. I still do.

But the way I see it, whether I make someone laugh at me or grin at my style, at least I made them happy, I guess. That, and I know to avoid people who judge me on my looks alone, you know? My friends are all accepting, kind-hearted weirdos.

I attract the right people. And speaking of which, I still need to show you off. I got a couple of other goth girlies that would love to see my pretty little doll.

But that'll be later. For now, let's crash on the couch, maybe call my ladies so you can get acquainted before we meet up. And, uh, let's thrift another outfit that shows off your ass.