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drafts update : 13/28

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the 'ahhhhhhhhhhh' club updates.

a friend suggested i take the 'ahhhhhhhhhhh' club down after yesterdays anon spike. however. no. it's not a favorites club. it's not a friendship meter. it is genuinely just the writers who have made me scream or want to scream in excitement while writing or plotting. so. the list is being updated today because we got some new contenders, some classics who were on the original list but not the original post and because i love the people who like writing with me.

in no order because i'm not a sociopath: @stardxstmxses @pristinaluna @ofbookshelves @wynterlanding @rennisaturate @queenxfthedxmned @dozenrozez @littlewrensx @dearyvicious @deathwritings @thefvrious @rebellionevoked @coconvtfm @radicalrascals @somethingscft

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give me a plot where muse a & muse b were highschool sweethearts until muse a got mixed up with some bad things / people. they disappeared and muse b had moved on, but never forgotten them. after getting into a serious relationship, college aged or older, muse a turns up again and flips muse b’s life completely upside down. pls. i am begging.

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‘we both work at the same strip club — you’re a performer, i’m behind the bar counter — and we had this chill friendship thing going on of heading home on the subway together after work and hanging out a lot to watch movies but then one day we’re alone at work, you ask me to judge your new show and damn i never noticed just how good you were at taking your clothes off’

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— ❝ hear me out... a 'loveless' romance. what if, three years ago, 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚 and 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐛 were married over something political, financial, or whatever. whatever the reason, 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚 wanted to make the best of it all regardless. easier said than done. as soon as the ceremony was over, 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐛 returned to their home, making it clear where they stood with 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚. three years later, their marriage is still estranged. only hearing of each other through the whispers of others. reaching the agreed number of years they'd remain together, 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚 sends 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐛 a request for a divorce. certain they'd get a yes, they are shocked to find 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐛 standing at their front door with all their things, saying "now we can do this our way".

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just got home, gonna keep working on my drafts, wish me luck?! ((or suggest me playlists on spotify

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hips rising, unable to stay on the table, digits digging into the demoness's ebony capillaries, keeping her as close as she can, only to know that it's still not enough. she wants to fuck enola, wants to feel her in her bones, wants her to tear her fucking soul out if that's what it takes, just to bring her to paradise. " oh, baby… please don't torture me like this. " the moan falls so well to her lips when she feels the tease on her delicate boobs, making her shiver under the pressure of the other's tongue, only to gasp and arch her back when she feels the slide of fingers into her tight entrance, rolling her hips to meet them, making them go deeper and hit that spot that made her scream in pleasure.

the voluminous lips opened in a damn perfect O as she glimpsed the massive length in front of her, the pussy pulsing to have him inside her, the slick arousal bathing her thighs and dripping against the table, though the eyes shot the other for abandoning her, even for the tiniest of seconds. the witch takes a particular pleasure from this hunt, because she feels this animal yearning burning inside her, making her cry all the horniness out, there is an insatiable beast inside her that cannot deny how much it wants enola fucking her, how much it needs every inch of the other inside her.

" yes… yesss… i gonna… " the hips rise digging for pleasure as the orgasm builds in her core, a wave of rapturous pleasure crashing over her and driving her into effervescent collapse, crumbling on the demoness's fingers as the lips call for enola. the body becomes trembling, shuddering in pleasure as the toes twist and the eyes light up in a solar hue, the body burning in a wet pleasure. " i need you. i need you inside me, enola. " the voice is shaky, a sinful cry as it calls to her, rolling against her fingers and screaming for lips so cruel on her swollen, throbbing bulge. " fuck me, demoness. punish me for depriving me of this pleasure for so long. "

"Shhh pet. Nothing but moans and groans will be allowed for the foreseeable future. I'm sure you understand." Enola said before setting to work. Mouth worked away at Nini's neglected little bud as one had moved to squeeze and pinch one of the other woman's breasts. She worked first one finger and then another of her free hand into her wet heat. Sea searching and then quickly finding that spongy button of nerves inside. The succubus purred as she played the witch's body like a well-tuned instrument.

The woman was not braggadocios simply confident in her skills and her many satisfied customers. Enola did not intend for the other to have a moment of rest until they took back their earlier flippant words. She paused for an instant rising to her feet and stepping away. Making quick work of the buttons on the shorts that she had worn in order to seek some relief from the confines of the material. Her own arousal had been evident for a time but had grown almost painful with the need to be freed. She tosses the shorts and then underwear to the side before moving back into her earlier position.

The only difference now is that she abandoned Nini's breast using that hand instead to stroke her own aching length. As a creature of lust, she could have stayed like this for hours. Toying with the younger woman until she was a whining wet mess. But she was impatient due in part to hunt and was confident there would be many more days to enjoy the body laid out before her to the fullest.

"Come for me, Nini. I want to taste the fruits of my labor and feel you spasm around my fingers." Enola said as she added another finger to the other woman's pussy and began to suck harder at her clit. "Sing me a song or two my pretty little siren. Else I'll give you nothing more than my hands and mouth. "

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huxley had inherited his mother's obsessive trait, although it was a sadistic aspect of his personality and not an emotional trait to give himself to others with everything he had. he was similar to his father, from his propensity for sarcasm to his selectivity, certainly the charm of always having the acrylic container in hand with double doses of the amber liquid. That night had been no different, the whisky bitter on his lips, mixing with the acrid menthol of his cigarettes, but he was in control, to the point that, with his gaze still locked on hers, he poured tequila into the glasses, sipping shots in succession until the burning in his throat was not felt and the tenderness had long left his face. " i'd say i'm like an opala… that means I'm on the direct path to alcoholism or liver cancer. " the digits trailed down the soft skin of her legs, caressing that addictive ivory hue, venturing on trails that went nowhere. " believe me, better than that… only if you were naked and i can work on making that occur. " the hoarse, guttural laughter falls between them, one of his hands slowly reaching up her back until the strands are wrapped around his fingers, tugging them lightly as he brings his lips to her ear. " IF you win, i promise to be a good boy and do whatever you wish, m'lady, how's that? "

"Depends on your tolerance. You need to shoot for that sweet spot between buzzed and drunk without being sloppy." She'd probably had about six shots before her friend had fallen asleep and Molly had ventured out into the living room. This was definitely the worst idea she could have come up with tonight. She wouldn't be surprised if anything happened between them and afterwards he pretended as if she didn't exist. Still, she was drawn in like a moth to the flame. Lips parted slightly as his hands wrap around her waist and the woman allowed Huxley to pull her onto his lap. Trying her best to not appear flustered at their now close proximity and his suggestion, Molly busied herself with pulling her hair back into a ponytail. "I'd hardly call myself overdressed." A pair of soft cotton shorts left most of her legs exposed while an old t-shirt from the university she'd attended covered most of the shorts. Smoothing her hair back, she flashed him a smile. "What do I get if I win?"

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his jaw twitched before declining, causing him to arch his dark eyebrows in a mischievous countenance of pure amusement. shades of caramel scanning the surrounding grove, it was a palpable certainty that there was someone else there with them, perhaps if he kept his eyes peeled he might catch a glimpse amidst the dense trunks, but he was so exhausted from the walk that he hardly believed he would succeed. " whatever it is, it's not a fucking animal, otherwise it would have already advanced on us. " a positive nod from him, the shadow of a smile hovering over his lips as he threw his backpack in front of his feet, searching for his hunting knife. " we're good, for now. i'll go after some smaller branches to make a fire, i should have some snacks if you're hungry. " handed her the backpack as he tucked the knife into his belt. " do you think it might be hunters, has the hunting season opened? "

Her face twisted into a scowl. "Jerk," she mumbled under her breath. Crossing her arms over her chest, she resisted the childish urge to stomp away from him. Instead she blew out a breath and reluctantly followed him down a different path. His plan sounded solid for the most part, but Cora didn't exactly remember walking past or hearing any running water since they'd begun their trek through the woods. Hawken's word creeped her out though, a low chill running down her spine. "So you feel that too?" she questioned, glad not to be the only one weirded out. "Because I also didn't want to mention it since we were lost and everything, but I keep getting this feeling that something's been watching us." But she really hoped her fear was just getting the best of her. Nodding her head at the question, she shifted her backpack so it hung over her chest. "Well not exactly lanterns, but I do have some flashlights and matches."

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watery eyes, holding back tears that he wouldn't let fall there. trembling lips, holding back truths that would die on his tongue, because he wouldn't say everything he wanted to say, he wasn't ready for that. maybe, this was his private divine comedy, because, he was looking at his beatrice, wishing so ardently to get to heaven; to him. even knowing that in the end, he wouldn't leave purgatory.

" i know i did it and i know forgiveness won't come overnight, just like i know i'll have to work even harder to get you and her back. " there's a vague nod coming from his skull, a shake of his head as his lips give way to a bitter laugh, shoulders slumped in misery. " i want you back because it's you, it's always been you and i hope it's always you. you're always there for me with your open arms, you make me want to be more, wes. not better, but more. more than i am. more caring, more loving, just more. you make me want to give you all of me, every measly part, especially the ugly ones and that's scary. " he brings the other's hands to his lips, kissing both backs before releasing him. " that's why my heart belongs to you. " his shoulders shrug and a smile springs to his lips. " we can start again tomorrow or whenever you're ready, i can leave flowers in your letterbox, write my lousy poetry and always 'accidentally bump into' you on your lunch break… i can do all of that. "

This conversation was hurting his heart, and his brain. He was confused as to what Finegan was trying to say here. Was he trying to get Wes back? His words were almost confusing, despite the fact Wes understood the words he was saying. A few months, that's the part that hurt. That he had Wes hurting for months when he never even wanted to leave him in the first place.

"I would've tried to ease your fears, fought to keep you in our lives. I know you messed up, and I can see you're hurting probably as much as I have been..." He looked down at their intertwined fingers. "I don't know what you're trying to say. Do you want me back? Because I can't just let you back in that easily. You'd have to work to get my trust back." And he wasn't sure if he could agree to that tonight. Not when his heart was still broken. "I could never hate you."

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it takes less than a fraction of a second for her mind to assimilate the sentence that leaves his lips, but much longer for her to be able to react. maellys paralyses and feels her face go up in flames, the blush accentuating into a feverish euphoria on her face, making her glare at him. god, if it could kill him, she would be detained under sentence of death at that moment. " you're disgusting. so that's what you think i want? oh, how sweet, you fantasise about me. " there's knot weighing on her stomach, a tightness that pushes and sinks. she's on fire. " you're a mediocre liar. " spits before she feels the impact, making her boil in a contained rage, causing the flush visible in her earlobes. in an immature act, she shows tongue to him, before reality crashes into her in the force of a wall, chest heaving in a thundering breath as her eyes descend to their body, to the effigy of her declared enemy between her legs. she feels something tighten and twist inside her, but before she can accept that sensation, her hands are on his chest in an act so sudden, pushing him away disastrously. " christian. get. off. me. now. "

no matter what she was going to be in his life, whether he likes it or not. it was like a little game they had going on, except he didn't really hate her as much as he leads her to believe. "in your dreams mae, you'll never get to fuck me no matter how much you want to." another smirk plasters across his lips as he shakes his head. "well, i hate you even more," seems that everything between them was a competition. despite all the hateful words that leaves his lips, she always returns for more. the sound of her laughter causes him to smile a bit, a real smile which he easily covers up with another whack to her face. "you're the one who started it, so who's the ridiculous one now?" he inquires, quirking a brow hovering over her as he laughs even more. "you wouldn't dare screaming because we both know that you don't want our parents to find us in this position."

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there's no getting away from the laughter that bubbles over the softness of those rosy lips, caramel tones rise to meet his face, not containing the spark that lights up her eyes with the guy's good humour. he deserved points there and, she'd be able to give him some. " ah, but I liked you… that's just my way of 'talking without saying' that, well, my eyes were on you… eventually. " lips arched in a playful laugh.

her gaze wanders over the lines of his expression as one of her eyebrows rises in confusion. there's only a short interval before her bottom lip is sucked in and her teeth are digging into the soft skin, hating how much she likes this confident, playful way of his, how easy it is to indulge in conversation - if not more - with him. " so, you admit it's a mistake for me to be here giving attention to the band guy? " t'sillah leans slightly towards him, her hand going to rest in his as her lips find that dangerous inch between the corner of his lips and his cheek, lingering there. " t'sillah. i could say it's a pleasure, but that part should be left for later, when i make the second mistake of calling you to my house or am i wrong? "

       ❛❛That was an awful lotta words to say 'like the guitar, you not so much'.❜❜ Emry snorted softly, the puff of air subsiding with a snicker. He didn't take offense in anything she'd said. His ego was usually at a reasonable height but tonight, it was definitely taller than him. He believed there was a fine line between COCKY AND CONDIFENT, but ya had to show what ya had to offer. She didn't look too impressed, but that was alright.

       Emry wasn't as eloquent as her. In fact, he was quite the opposite when it wasn't about writing lyrics. Maybe he should take that as a hint that she was out of his league, but when had something silly as that ever stopped him before. ❛❛I could ask❜❜, he agreed, drumming his hands lightly against the wood. Faking a musing look. The roguish hint remained, no pretty girl in the world was able to put a damper on that. Even pretty musicians. Man, that was definitely a nice bonus he hit here if that was true. ❛❛But then ya could call it a day and just head back inside. Nah... ya won't get off the hook that easily, now that YA MADE THE MISTAKE to talk to me -- uhh, I think we skipped the name part. I'm Emry.❜❜ He offered her his hand. // @dearyvicious

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scottie had this dull flirtation with alcohol, a penchant for always searching for answers at the bottom of red wine bottles, perhaps that was the main factor in her bad choices. she had never been one to turn her mistakes into something else to be ashamed of, but joseph was different. not just because of the difference in age, but because of the mess he had left behind, clance could still feel him inside her, the burning at her entrance and that feeling of being so full she could barely breathe. she could feel the firm touch of his fingers on her skin and how the bites seemed to blend so well with the freckles and coloured veins on her ivory skin. she was aware that she should not mix business with pleasure and, perhaps because of this solid reasoning in her mind, she had given in to calling him to finish the requested project. toto's "africa" music reverberated ambiently through the studio, the necessary materials lined up methodically on the side table beside her, as she shifted uncomfortably on the seat, trying to find a less painful position. " i'm glad you think so, because this session is scheduled to last for a few hours. " a smile stretches across her lips as she adjusts one of the lamps next to him, moving closer to joseph's face and analysing the tone of his eyes intently. " what's the story behind that painting? " a velvety, quiet whisper, a soft voice blowing against his skin. " you have an eccentric tint to your gaze… it's almost like discovering a new tone. " she smiles as she turns back to the arrangement of paints, it's noticeable how much she moves 'discreetly' in her seat, the nervousness still explicit in the trembling of her hands. " i don't… i want to forgive myself for my lack of professionalism the other time, it won't happen again. it's not something i do often, i can say it was the wine, just… can we forget it and move on? "

Joseph's grandmother had an idea for having a portrait done of Joseph, and his grandfather, in their Marine Corps dress blue uniforms, side by side. Something that could be a family heirloom to be passed down maybe. But, before he could return from his service in Afghanistan, both of his grandparents had passed. Still, the idea stuck with him, so, he had commissioned an artist to do the portrait, transferring his grandfather's likeness from a photo from when the old man's service in the Pacific theater was over, and Joseph, posing himself for his half of the artistic work. What he had not expected, after a few days of posing, was what happened after an afternoon of standing at attention. An offer of wine, which he graciously accepted, but, only sipped, while the woman probably indulged more than she should have. To say that passions ran wild was an understatement, as the condition of the bedsheets the next morning, and the little bite marks on both their bodies would attest too. It was awkward that morning, he certainly felt no shame, the were both adults after all, but, the woman seemed a bit,...embarrassed at the situation, rushing him off, while trying not to look like she was rushing him out of the place. He was afraid he was going to have to find someone to start the portrait all over, but, assurances were given the work would be done. Then, a couple days later, a call, asking him to return to the studio to pose some more. After arriving, the woman is professional, like nothing happened between them a few nights before, instructing him where to sit and look,...though, he would rather look at the woman, than the wall behind her. When seated, he says, "Oh, I think I can do that well enough, did that in mountain desert heat for hours upon hours, this chair, and air conditioned room will be no challenge." He wonders if he should mention anything about that night, or was it a 'one and done' thing, as far as the woman was concerned. To his mind, that would be a tragedy really.

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lucifer was aware that he should get the taste of her off his lips, because it was as addictive as the whiskey that had been there. but everything about sofia was indelible, the softness of her lips against his, how her body seemed to mould itself in primor to his. but fuck, he couldn't go that deep into it, not when he was fucking bad at relationships, he wasn't what one would call a 'nice guy' and god, how there was pleasure in fucking with the minds of girls like her and breaking their pure hearts. they were definitely better off as friends. yes, that would be it. just friends. bullshit, the mind whispered. one of the eyebrows arched at her speech, the lips twisted in a laugh of indignation as tones of a raunchy ocean spilled to her lips, rising in tempestuous waves to her eyes. " tonight seems to be a night for mistakes, why not bring me some tequilas? " lucifer felt his features give way to a mask of wicked playfulness. " can you come and go without me having to search or rescue you, otherwise i'll think you want more of my kisses, mia bella. "

her brows furrow at his reaction. it didn't really seem like he wanted her to go. the way he had held onto her, how his gaze kept dropping to her lips. sofia knew they were friends, knew that wanting to get closer to him wouldn't be the wisest decision she could make, yet she wanted it anyway. and for a second, she thought he might too. " why don't you go enjoy the party. jobs done. thank you. go have fun. " she threw back at him, still unsure if she could be the one to leave. not when his touch to her air was drawing her in again. her gaze dropped and she pulled her lip between her teeth. bad idea. bad idea. it was all a bad idea and maybe space was exactly what was needed. " a drink? perfect. i'll get on that now, yeah? cool. right. the usual? " she stepped back, almost cringing at herself and that wish he would pull her back, and she could forget once again that they were only ever just friends.

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rhiannon let herself be carried away by the friction, as their lips collided she found herself more and more at his beck and call, so despite the violence that was her existence, so restrained by the way his tongue trailed over hers, sending shivers down her spine, making her shudder under demanding, exhausted lips. there's an apology carved in the emerald eyes, but that woman can't stop herself from being who she is. what she does is accept, a nod, a vague smile and lungs inflated with everything she could say in a single breath of air, but she doesn't. " i never said you were broken to be fix. "

there's a tremor on her cherry lips, but she's not the type to beg, not for sex and not for a conversation. another nod is given as she reaches for her clothes, removing his shirt and leaving it folded on the armchair. " find some nice music, let it play and dance on your own, it'll do you good. " she knows she's searching for something she can't find, but anyway, he's a nice guy and she cares about him and all that weighs on down his shoulders and chases his mind away. " you have my number, call if you need. " with one last glance around the room for any belongings of her own, she turns and leaves, digits reaching for the clove and cinnamon cigarette, pushing it to her lips and flicking the lighter, bringing the flame closer to the edge until she is inhaling this thick, ochre smoke into her lungs.

Whitlock shook his head at her salute, he wasn't going to correct her form or tell her that she shouldn't do that or run around calling someone 'soldier' because she didn't know better. He wasn't going to mansplain branches and titles, proper saluting form, or any of it. Instead he just sighed and moved on. "No, kiddo, not everyone needs someone, at least not like you're implying." Lock gave her an apologetic smile in case what he said hurt her feelings, but he wasn't the kind of guy to lie either.

Focusing on the physical helped Whitlock bite his tongue. Rhiannon could talk about silence all day, but she was still talking, so he crashed his mouth into hers, but as soon as he came up for air she was talking again and the more he heard the more uncomfortable he became. Pulling her off, Lock got off the bed and crossed the room. "I'm not the guy that someone sleeps over with. I'm definitely not the guy someone has breakfast with the day after. There's no conversations and digging deep. You're a beautiful girl, but I'm not some wounded bird and you can't fix me."

He crossed his arms and looked at her, hating that he was now in a position where he felt like he had no choice but to be impolite. "This was nice, but you're sniffing around the wrong place for what you want. I think you should go." Buckshot's head perked up, watching them with his ever-focused gaze. He'd never wanted to hear his phone ring for a mission more in his life. Lock hated the awkwardness.

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tate had always attracted bullies throughout her life, guaranteed to bring the sadistic fun they were always interested in, but she had learnt in terrible ways that this was her business and it could always get worse when it involved someone else. she was aware that she should push benji away, but when was the last time she had allowed herself to smile so much and laugh without the fear of upsetting the other? it was a relief to be in the presence of someone who just allowed her to be. she had been exhausted for a long time, memories of happiness so far away to recall. " calm down private hero! i'm getting on the right side of justice, ok? " for a split second, her hands detach from the steering wheel and rise up in redemption. " it depends… is that my friend questioning or the heroic vigilante? " a wink is sent his way, the laughter becoming something comfortable to her lips. " i guess that's the only thing that keeps me close to my family, let's just say i didn't inherit anything else. " shoulders shrug and she spins the wheel at the fork, one hand going to the gear shift and changing the gear. " you've never told me about your family… what brings you together? are you more like your mum or your dad? "

Unlike his father, Benji had a huge urge to do things right especially when it was about his friends and those dear to him. The young man could be cruel and heartless to those who deserved it but at the same time, he had a huge craving for justice. Just like right now, he wanted to do justice to Tate, and putting her ex in his place was necessary to him. Benji cleaned up his nose after looking into the inner mirror of the car. The bleeding was getting a little better luckily. Maybe he wasn't in need to see a doctor, that was positive news. The young man clicked his tongue before fastening his seat belt. Then he turned to look at his friend again. ❝Are you trying to protect him right now? It kinda feels like that to me right now.❞ He didn't want to make the whole conversation serious so it was nice to have a little change. ❝Oh, makes sense now. So, I hope you aren't doing any illegal racing.❞ It was just a joke from his side. ❝Honestly? Nah, I'm not. I'm lucky I know how to drive.❞

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lilla was a shaky ground, always had been. destroying everything she tried to build, being responsible for every demolition and every ruin that had existed in her existence. it was far beyond a damn self-sabotage. it was terribly about this fear of trying and failing, she had built a comfort zone in this limbo, never owning something, never being something. it was gratifying to stand in her shoes and recognise it, and god, she'd thought she could be content with that until she met him. no matter how shitty she was, he wasn't running away when she exploded. he was giving her something solid to cling to, but that raging anger hurt more than it healed, and in that moment, it's almost too painful for her to realise what she was doing to him. her upper lip trembles preluding crying, but she refuses to cry in front of him. that's something she won't give him.

" i don't know what i want when i come to you, i just want it. " it takes a split second for the sentence to draw itself over her lips in uncertain strokes. " it's visceral and addictive and it sickens me. i can't beg for more than i have, it's unfair for me to ask for something you can't give me, so in a twisted, fucked up way, i cling to it. " the brown eyes carry no warmth or tenderness, they are just an icy, wet slush in which she sinks and drowns. " because you lie so well when you say you don't care and i almost believe it, until it happens. until we're together. you always… i don't know. " the lips twist one-sidedly, a laugh that barely reaches the eyes and soon fades into a palpable bitterness. " i'm addicted to this painful rollercoaster we're on, i want to get off, i want to leave, but i don't want to have to say goodbye to you. " is a truthfulness she's not used to, there's no gain in playing with the truth, not when it exposes you in fragility and vulnerability to the monsters that hover in the shadows. " if i'm a fucking poison, ask me for the antidote, tell me you don't want me here, in your life, in your bed, in your house and i won't come back. " a thick, murky haze coats her eyes as they flee his, she fixates on some spot on his chest, wishing she didn't have to see the truth in his eyes. " say that i'm too poisonous to stay, that i'm lethal enough to lead us both to imminent death, say that you're not the toy for a suicidal child, say that this is over. " in slow breathlessness her gaze arches to his, their lips so close she can feel his breath caress her face.

FRUSTRATION, ANGER. That's what he felt right now, not at the situation but at her. Every time she wanted to test something with him and it got to the point where Ludovic had enough of that shit. He's dealt enough bullshit for several years and having to deal it for some pussy wasn't worth his time. But oh, Ludo wanted to put her in her place -- crossing boundaries with him wasn't the ideal solution. While they understood each other in bed it didn't mean they have to understand each other when the fun is over.

Watching her struggle to breathe was all too exciting, thrill inducing. His hands squeezed more against her throat. His name slipped from her soft lips, he could already see her face turning deep shade of red. Good. However, there was the question, will she learn her lesson tonight? or continue to do the bare minimum to act out just to get his attention. Though, gaining Ludo's attention was as easy as breathing but some took the wrong decision to do so much more than that. "Ssshhh." a soft whisper left his lips, looking right into her eyes. Once his hands left her neck, she was able to talk more bullshit. "Wanted what? pussy ... honey you're not the only one i can get." a true fact. "i never push you to the bitch position, that's all on you because you crave my attention. You can't even see me talk to anyone, you're not my girlfriend Drusilla, i don't know what you expected things to turn out. " this thing between them was casual nothing worth pursing. Ludovic wanted someone who understood him on all things, he was definitely not getting that at parties. It was always ass or pussy, whoever came first had the fuck of their life.

Drusilla never knew when to shut up, when to stop acting up. She was pointless disaster and that drew Ludo crazy, the only way to make her shut up is inflicting pain, fear, humility. Right now, he wanted to teach her a little lesson but will she ever learn, Drusilla wasn't the one to learn anything. As he hovered above her, his menacing gaze fully on her. "Don't act like an innocent human being. Look at you, those eyes tell me you're enjoying it all. You wanted my attention did you not, you craved it since the moment you stepped into my home. I hate to get violent with you but you Drusilla, you're like poison in my veins. No matter how much i want to get rid of it, i can't. Isn't this what you wanted?"