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siriussslut · 1 month

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Okay, oh, hi. Well, to be honest I'm still not sure how to do this (requests) I hope I'm not doing it wrong. I was really happy to have someone writing about Pandora Rosier because I never liked anything about her, so I was very happy and her writing was so good to read, seriously, I loved it. Well, I wanted to make a request to Pandora Rosier: a girl reader, being a Ravenclaw (you don't need to specify her personality but if you want, preferably her being grumpy and sarcastic, the type who only lets loose with friends), let's say she and Pandora are best friends and Pandora kind of is a little bit ( quite) obsessed with the reader, she has photos of the reader, videos, knows practically everything about her, the times of all her classes, favorite films and songs, even the jokes that the reader prefers, she certainly knows, maybe Dora stole some of your intimate parts too (maybe...) the reader begins to notice that her intimate pieces are disappearing and mentions this to Pandora, who just acts misunderstanding and surprised (she was the one who stole it) well, the reader goes to Pandora's room for the weekly two-thirty study session finds Pandora masturbating and sighing the reader's name, she is a blushing, wet mess and there are many, many photos of the reader spread across the bed and well her panties too (I really like your imagines with Pandora being evil and in charge but I wonder how serious she is if she's in love with her best friend who doesn't seem to see her as anything more than that) Note: the reader definitely has a huge crush on Pandora If my request offended you in any way I apologize, feel free to ignore this request if you wish. :)

warnings: panty stealing, pictures taken without consent, masturbation, stalkerish behavior, degradation, creep!pandora

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you rifle through the mess of clothes on your dorm floor, releasing a grunt of frustration when you can’t find what you’re looking for.

“what’s wrong?” pandora asks, glancing up from her book.

“i swear the house elves are stealing my underwear! i have, like, only two pairs now. and my bras too!”

she shrugs, propping herself more comfortably on her bed. “that’s so weird.”

you mope around the room, searching for a clean pair and she goes back to reading.

she pauses again after a few minutes. “hey, you could borrow a pair of mine if you want. if you need to, i mean.”

“really? thanks.” you turn to her closet and grab a lacy blue pair, pulling it under your skirt in front of her. “okay, i gotta get to class. thanks again!” you grab your stuff, leaving the room in a hurry.

the second she’s alone in the room, pandora yanks the loose floorboard beneath her bed, fishing out a box hidden inside. she sets it gently on her bed, spilling the contents onto her sheets.

she feels herself grow wetter as she studies the hundreds of pictures she has of you. they range from photos together, photos you’d asked her to take, and photos you don’t even know exist.

she grabs a particularly rough photo. her favorite, obvious from the photo’s stickiness.

you’re facing away from the camera, patting shampoo into your hair. water trails down your naked body, dripping past the swell of your bare ass.

pandora can’t help but imagine that ass stuffed into her panties, sitting in transfiguration class (and soon charms. she knows your schedule by heart).

she imagines your beautiful pussy, wet and glistening against the thin fabric.

she pushes down the panties on her own pussy. your panties. dirty and used, still smelling of the space between your thighs. she traces a finger down your silhouette, following your every curve as your body moves.

she pulls out the rest of your undergarments from the box. bras molded to the exact shape of your chest, panties that have spent hours against your folds.

she spreads the photos across the bed, pressing a pair of particularly strong-smelling panties to her face. she inhales deeply, pushing a finger into her hole.

she’s loose at the mere thought of you, dripping.

she plays back the memory of you sliding into her underwear. your slutty little skirt flew up a little, giving her a quick flash of your cunt, flushed and fresh.

you scoff, watching the small creatures unleashed from sirius’ bag fly around the room. professor flitwick is standing on his desk, trying to get them under control. the four boys at fault are laughing together, the morons.

you roll your eyes at them and leave the classroom. it’s clear the lesson will not be resuming. you make your way through the hallways, watching the moving portraits on your way back to your dorm. you finally make it, climbing up the last flight of stairs.

you turn the doorknob to your room and freeze.

“oh, y/n… faster!” pandora’s voice is high and pitchy. you hear wet squelches, and the stench of sex is thick.

what. the. fuck.

you step inside to find her naked on her bed. hundreds of pictures litter the space before her. and your missing underwear? she’s surrounded by it. she has a small, pink pair in her mouth, sucking on the part lightly bleached by your discharge.

she has three fingers shoved up her cunt, and her sheets are soaked. her other hand is fondling one of your bras. her eyes are shut tight.

she pulls the bra up to her face, burying herself between the cups.

after watching her for what feels like hours, you clear your throat, ignoring the aching in your pussy. you’ve been wet since you put on her underwear, unable to stop thinking about how you’re basically touching her cunt.

she jumps, tearing her eyes open. they’re as wide as saucers. “y-y/n?”

“i see you’ve found my underwear.” you step fully inside, shutting the door behind you.

she’s frozen. “i-it’s not what it- it’s not what it looks like!”

“are those photos of me?” you finally look at the pictures covering the bed. there’s hundreds of them, each one featuring you.

your back tingles when you lay eyes on one that was taken while you showered.

you grab it. it’s hard and sticky. she’s clearly had her share fair of fun with it.

you can’t help but grow wetter as the full reality of her obsession with you sinks in.

“y/n, i’m so—”

“how about you try the real deal?”

“…what?”

you slowly unbutton your shirt, keeping your eyes pinned on hers. you toss it away, along with your blue tie, leaving you in a black bra.

pandora’s breath hitches.

you reach back to unclasp your bra. your breasts bounce out and it falls between the two of you, joining the rest.

you lower your voice to a whisper. “go ahead. feel them.”

pandora’s eyes are glued to them. her pupils are as wide as they can go. she reaches out tentatively, gently placing her hands on your flesh. she scoots closer, grabbing them both with each hand.

“are they better than my bras?” you whisper.

she surges forward to kiss you. fireworks explode in your head. she pinches down on your nipples, scooting even closer until she has to wrap her bare legs around your hips.

her soaking pussy presses against your skirt, dripping unbridled desire onto your uniform.

you slip your tongue into her mouth, licking the inside. she tastes of pussy, no doubt from practically gnawing on your dirty underwear.

you finally break apart to breathe. “get out of your skirt,” she orders through pants.

you reach down as you catch your breath.

“now!” she yells. this more dominant side of her makes you feel boiling to the touch.

you throw the rest of your clothes to the floor.

she pushes you onto her bed, still covered with the pictures and panties, spreading your legs wide.

“you’re so fucking wet,” she mumbles, sliding down between your thighs.

she runs a finger between your folds, collecting your slick on the tip of her already wet finger.

“i couldn’t stop thinking about you,” you admit.

she licks you now, reveling in your taste. “you taste like a whore.” she mutters, continuing with her attack on your puffy cunt. “i always knew you were nothing but a slut.”

the combination of her words and her tongue make you want to cry. a few tears slide down your cheeks. “fuck, you’re so good!”

“i’ve been dreaming about this forever.”

her tongue plunges into your hole, stretching out your tight walls. she slides in and out, fucking you with fervor.

you latch onto her hair, pushing her head deeper into you.

one hand fondles the flesh of your thigh, kneading red marks into your skin.

her other hand teases your clit. it’s engorged and throbbing and so, so sensitive. pandora takes advantage of this, pinching and twisting until pain and pleasure run through your spine.

“fuck!” you scream, speeding her up with your hands.

her tongue is plunging at an inhuman pace now, her fingers pulling and yanking on your sensitive little bud.

finally something inside you snaps. you squirt your juices against her tongue. she pulls back to let you fully paint her face, coating the pictures on her bed.

she laps up at the wet liquid covering everything in sight like a starved woman, shaking and wanting.

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archivalofsins · 2 months

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For Futa Jackalope really did just turn to camera and say chicken says what. Like he called the audience cowards. Too afraid to judge Futa because it would mean judging themselves.

Jackalope was on it. This end of trial report he hit all the right notes- He was in all the right places. He saw the audiences weaknesses and he hit them over and over.

He said you had your fun sowing lets chat before the reaping starts and he went in.

Like damn no remorse.

"Or……maybe you just couldn’t bring yourself to find him “guilty”, because he reminded you too much of yourself……I’m just blabbing."

Even down to highlighting the faceless Futa showing that he could easily be any of us as he said it. Jackalope said,

"I take no prisoners; you will see an ending before the end. It will be shaped like every door you did not open and every life you did not live. Then in the face of your doubts you will keep walking forward because where you came from no longer exists. Time has an insatiable appetite and we are all on it's menu. Hahaha I'm such a kidder."

Back to what he really said and the thing that intrigues me the most. Jackalope throughout the second trial report kept highlighting that despite finding Kotoko guilty we proved through our verdict that her actions do work.

By finding everyone who she attacked/threatened Innocent. This continues the trend of Kotoko jumping on any sign of agreement to get to the conclusion she wants to end up at. That being her methods are correct. So just because we found her guilty doesn't necessarily mean we found her methods wrong.

The way Jackalope interprets the guilty prisoners change in verdict may be exactly how Kotoko will view it herself.

"But, to put it another way, if this is because he showed remorse, you could also say his “innocent” verdict was thanks to the actions of Kotoko Yuzuriha, right?"

Cuz think about it…….who knows how he would have acted without the pain, right?

Q.04 Would you make the same mistake again?

Futa: I don’t think so. I don’t think I could take this kind of pain again.

Q.07 What have you been into lately?

Futa: Finding a way to distract myself from the pain.

Well next up Kazui~

He’s a self-admitted liar, have you been able to solve the mystery?

Well given the little amount of information provided in contrast to Jackalope's statement on Yuno... I would have to say we haven't. Instead Jackalope just reiterates things that Es brought to attention in Kazui's second voice drama.

Not mentioning anything about cheating or marriage in the slightest.

Again very interesting in comparison to Yuno who Jackalope admits told us what she did herself without ever really honing in on what part of what she told us should be considered.

Just stating,

"She said it herself, so her crime became quite clear, hasn’t it? And that crime didn’t raise to the level of murder to you, I take it. Interesting. I guess that’s how it is in your era."

Yet in Yuno's second trial interrogation she said a lot of things. Including dismissing the audience previous judgments on her and the guards desire to project a sob story onto her.

Yuno Second Trial Interrogation

This situations bothersome-ness has won out./I won't be bothered.

"So, I am extremely cooled off." (-273.15°C) "That is all."

"That’s the real Yuno Kashiki, you could say. Cold and logical. Practical and unromantic. Getting her to interact is gonna be a heavy lift, I’d say."

"You want to make clear the truth...huh? Fu... Haha!"

"The result of doing looots of sugar-daddying: ...abortion."

...!

"That's probably my murder. Well, please go ahead and partake of the truth."

...

"How is it? Satisfied? Then, can we be done already?"

Yuno...you...

"You don't surprise much, do you? As I thought, you knew it from the song extraction."

Cold and Logical

Well, yes. As one possibility, I thought it was likely. That, going by Milgram's scope of interpretation for murder, it was possible.

"I'm sure. Well, I generally got the sense that that's how it was. I could feel it."

You could feel it...you say?

"I can hear it, while I'm in Milgram. It's probably the same for everyone else."

Practical and unromantic.

"Voices peeking in, digging around, and discussing my sins."

Interesting that she uses sins plural here not singular. Didn't note this previously but probably should have.

Something like that...

"Are those not the thoughts you were having? Not that I would know."

But you get my point Jackalope's end of trial report on Yuno confirms that what she said in her second interrogation was in fact the truth and nothing but it. However, he speaks very little on how we interpreted what we were told in contrast to other prisoners.

Just making a sweeping statement,

Interesting. I guess that’s how it is in your era.

But he does ponder an interesting thing,

"I wonder though, what decides the worth of a life?"

Playing on the abortion debate that her trial turned into before plainly asking,

"……don’t tell me, did this murder seem smaller to you than the murders of the other prisoners? Thought-provoking!"

Again playing on the idea the fans have ran with that Yuno should not even be here because she hasn't committed murder like the other prisoners. He says a lot and not that much while discussing Yuno but Jackalope's statements on her can be used to further scrutinize what's not said about Kazui.

Like I said he basically confirms Yuno was in fact telling the truth throughout her second voice drama but doesn't mention any of what was brought up in Kazui's outside of reiterating Es' points.

Of Kazui being a liar and self-pitying going as far as to call him emo and even praise us for being so accommodating to him despite his woe is me routine.

Jackalope even comments that he can't bring himself to be interested in Kazui,

"It all feels very emo and I can’t bring myself to be very interested in him, but the fact that you’re so accommodating to him, is commendable."

However, he reiterates another point one that he brought up from the beginning that directly contradicts a statement that Kazui made in his second voice drama,

"He’s the only one who has the strength to fight off Kotoko and Mikoto after all."

Kazui states in his second voice drama that if Kotoko and Mikoto were to team up that would be the end of him and Milgram. Contradicting Jackalope's statement in Es' voice drama that if Milgram were an all out brawl then Kazui would come out victorious.

So Jackalope basically goes he's still lying have you figured out what the lies are and then just goes here's one of them for free.

Now onto the other interesting one- Amane.

Amane's is interesting because Jackalope basically goes her life would be this way in and out of Milgram. Showing that his focus with Amane is not us being tricked into going easier on her because she's a child but a desire for the audience to go harder on her because she is a child.

Coddling isn't going to prepare her for the real world but neither is being unnecessarily cruel to her either. Even admitting that he himself doesn't know what made the audience find Amane innocent this time around and stating he's curious about the judgement.

Despite how vocal people said Amane fans were being- This again highlights that no, they weren't. Amane fans weren't pushing super hard or really loud. They weren't going around shouting at people to vote her innocent or bribing people to. Hell, the staff couldn't even write a decent bit for her part of the video because they don't know what caused this.

"I remember feeling a sort of awe at your resoluteness to your duties, being a kid didn’t mean you couldn’t be “guilty”, right? So, what was it that made you choose “innocent” this time? I’m very curious. Is it her, or her beliefs, or her birthright, or her fate…."

Whatever the circumstances may be, she is the one that has to bear the blame. That’s just how it is. Both in and out of MILGRAM, isn’t that right?

They were wrong for highlighting the tasing scene like this again. They went I'm about to make you feel bad if you voted this kid guilty fucking suffer rip to you I guess- you are the problem. Like there was no joking here Jackalope looked at the camera and went,

Jackalope: This is just how it is everywhere. Your vote won't change that. It won't lessen the weight of the blame on her shoulders. In or outside of Milgram.

The “It can’t be helped”, from the scum that can’t be helped. That makes them doubtlessly, clearly, absolutely, unequivocally, beyond any doubt, categorically, emphatically, GUILTY.

Then just went to Mikoto like that shit was nothing like it didn't just destroy my soul.

That concludes my fucked up things from the end of trial two report.

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #kazui mukuhara #amane momose

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hwajin · 2 years

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#! — [ 19:28 ] Lee Minho

— gn!reader // very suggestive — basically just lino and yn horny for each other but make it soft <3

There were days you'd feel horrible, lazy to have stayed in bed til the sun went down again. Days where you were unproductive and hated it, felt like work needed to be done, as though a break was so undeserved, so unimaginable to be granted. But not today. Today you were glad, thankful even of the fact you didn't leave the softness of your sheets for even a second, entangled in the blankets as though you were part of them, as if you've turned into soft cushions yourself. And Minho with you, the whole day, from when both of you awoke in the early hours of the day, bodies lazily wrapped around each other, words still soft and reluctant to leave lips, up until now, after hours and hours of laying together, laughing together, simply existing in each others presence. And after hours and hours of making love, so soft and sweet, tender lust never seeming to die out. It was almost as if your bodies renewed the neediness whenever you thought you were at your limit, whenever it seemed impossible to be wanting the other even more, to be this much more desperate to show nothing but adoration in sinful acts. Because words never seemed to be enough.

And even after hours and hours of touching, kissing and heavy breathing, none of your hands ever came to a halt. Minho's fingers danced across your skin, tracing the shapes of the streetlights that have started to illuminate the streets slowly and have made their way into your room, painting your body in the prettiest colors of orange and yellow, making your skin glow so heavenly and in effortless beauty Minho felt like he needed to take a picture right there, right now. Though a picture would never do your justice, would never be able to capture you in your true form, so he let it be, clicked an imaginative camera somewhere within him, taking a photo in memory only for him to keep.

His hand suddenly grabbed onto your hips, squeezing the skin lightly yet sturdy enough to elicit a soft whine out of you, hours of lovemaking leaving you sensitive to the touch and eager for more. And Minho couldn't possibly leave it uncommented. He repeated the sound you let out, mocking you lovingly in the process, your reaction priceless as you blushed and smacked him across his chest, friendly so and never enough to draw pain. He threw his head back in laughter, enjoying your flusterness, urge awakining in him yet again, to be closer to you, to kiss you and close all and every sort of distance between your bodies.

"Don't laugh at me, I swear to god-."

Far louder and more laughter filled the room at that, and you couldn't help but join in on your boyfriend's happiness. Surely at your expense, yet your heart made a little jump whenever the sound of his giggles filled your eyes.

"It's cute though, that I got you whining like that with just my hand on your hip."

He was closer to you now, itching nearer to you on the mattress. His hand yet hasn't left your hip, held a tight grip on your body. And his eyes were so seductive, held a depth in them that made you shiver.

"How about we just turn all the lights off and continue-- making love for the rest of the night... what do you say?"

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#lee know imagines #lee know smut #lee know x reader #lee know scenarios #skz scenarios #skz x reader #skz smut #skz imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines

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melodymunson · 6 months

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Kurt Kunkle x fem reader one shot- rock you like a hurricane

Word count: 3.9K

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shoutout to @steveslittlesunflower & @djoekeeryy for beta-reading my rough draft of this fic!

And thank you to my good friend and roleplay partner Dana for being my inspiration for writing some of this. She role plays Kurt Kunkle better than anyone else ever could! 💖

warnings: anal sex, rimjob, prostate massage, oral (male & female receiving), pegging, blowjob, eating pussy, rough sex p in v. Dark fic. Violence and harsh language. Knife kink.

As Kurt's #1 fan, you go out of your way to meet him and drive Spree with him. You go on to commit violent acts together and depravity. You show virgin Kurt the time of his life and he has all of his sexual firsts with you.

If you're not documenting yourself, it's simple; you just don't exist. -Kurt Kunkle's philosophy

When you met Kurt, you were at the Taco Stand in Los Angeles. His order was the same as yours, Taco truck's most famous burrito and Carnita asada fries. While waiting in line for your food at the truck, he told you about his online persona and account Kurtsworld96. Of course, you followed him. Although he claimed he was into doing porn and making adult content, you didn't believe him. Kurt was pretty good as a streamer, even if he seemed a little crazy. Part of his allure was his big brown eyes and his charisma. At first, he couldn't put his finger on it but he realized you were a comedian who did some shows at the Joke Box. The car he drove was pretty nice and you found out he did Spree as a career. You took him up on his offer of getting a ride. Soon after that, you exchanged numbers. The water bottles in his car were a decoy and he couldn't fool you. It was obvious he made them watertight with glue and made them airtight after injecting the water on the label so the customers would get poisoned. You told him you knew, and he simply laughed and agreed with you before telling you he wouldn't let you drink it, anyway. His live streams could be intense, but something about him always made you want to keep your eyes on the screen. One day, his streaming turned into doing live kills. Most of the comments ranged from "That can't be real" to "You are a total sociopath." You still didn't care, and you wanted him anyway, regardless. Soon after that, you gamed pretty often with him. It was a lot of fun. Sure, he sometimes made crude or weird comments about the game, but you just felt captivated by the way he talked and how he had such a way with words. "I'm gonna fuck you. Gonna fuck you so hard." That is what he told you as you were gaming. It turned you on and you challenged him to prove it, so one day he promised he would…

The ride to your place from your work was great with Kurt, besides his awful taste in music. You made him change the station to rock and soon you got him into Ozzy and Buckcherry. Another person requested his Spree services, and you told Kurt it was fine. Once the guy got picked up, he almost immediately became a problem. He couldn't stop saying the most sexist and vile shit that was racist. Kurt had talked a bit with you about going after someone together and killing them. This guy was the type that deserved it. As he did his livestream, he drove to a very secluded part of the outskirts of LA and stopped the car. The pissed-off racist dude complained about being in the wrong place, but you and Kurt weren't listening even as his rant became a tirade about stupid crap. Not thinking twice about it, Kurt took the drill in his car and turned it on, drilling it through the guy's head. Taking out the knife you had, you stabbed him repeatedly. Dragging him out of the car, you threw his lifeless body into the woods. Now that you were all covered in blood together, you cleaned up as best you could with towels and went back to your place to shower.

Kurt always had his camera around filming everything around him. Now that you were at his place, his camera was still rolling but not a livestream. He promised to turn off the feature as long as he could film offline because you promised him the kinkiest shower ever. With the video camera running, you stepped into your shower with a clear shower curtain and started the water. There was so much blood everywhere. As you cleaned up, you washed each other's bodies. Seeing you like this made Kurt feel so lucky. It was the first time he ever showered with a woman. Watching porn and jerking off was all he had before he met you. Some of the adult films he watched helped him understand more about the female anatomy and giving pleasure. His day was about to get even better as you knelt in front of him and stroked his cock. He let out loud gasps as he figured out what you were about to do to him. The tip of his cock was flush and pink. Taking him into your mouth, you sucked on just the tip and tapped it against your tongue. Already you loved his taste and as you took more of him into your mouth, he held your hair back for you. The taste of his cock was becoming addicting as he called you his 'good girl' and looked down at you with lust and wonder in his eyes. It was his first blowjob, and he was so glad it was you giving it to him. Rocking his hips into your mouth, you swallowed more and more of him, taking him inch by delicious inch until you were swallowing his cock whole as you massaged his prostate. Occasionally you and Kurt would look over into the camera, him smiling, and you waving. The crescent-shaped marks you were leaving on his hips made him cry out even louder for you and your mouth.

"Fuck, baby girl. Gonna cum. Want to cum so bad in your mouth," he growled as his thrusts with his hips became more forceful. Having you take his cock to the back of your throat repeatedly drove him wild. You breathed through your nose as you let him fuck your face roughly.

Suddenly he came inside of your mouth as he pulled out a little, feeling his cock twitching. You happily swallowed all of it, then kissed up his body until your lips met in a deep and passionate tongue-tangling kiss.

"Now it's your turn to go down on me," you told him firmly. You wouldn't take no for an answer.

Kurt was more than eager to please as you pushed him down onto his knees and he spread your pussy lips. He put your leg over his shoulder and finger fucked you with perfect precision. As he listened to your pretty moans, he licked and sucked on your clit as he continuously fingered you.

"So fucking good Kurt. What a good boy you are," you praised him as you held onto the wall and looked into the camera with the biggest smile on your face.

"Tastes so good. I need your pussy."

Your taste drove him wild, and he was so addicted to your body, especially your pussy. The sounds of him sucking and licking you, combined with the pretty noises of pleasure you were making for him, practically made your legs shake with desire. Never did he have such a gorgeous woman to please and to give him pleasure. It was just something he didn't think was possible. With you, he felt like he had found the right person. Someone to understand his passion and his desire to kill and didn't judge him for it. You both had a taste for rough sex and being dominant but also submissive. He sucked your clit and ate you out like it was his last meal. He turned you around and pushed you up against the shower wall as he slapped your ass and spread your cheeks. He licked your pussy from behind and fingered your ass. Even as you came undone, he wouldn't stop getting you off and overstimulated you with his tongue. Your moans for him grew even louder. Before licking up your body, he tongued your ass and fingered it as he slapped your ass until it turned red, then met your lips in a forceful kiss. Tasting yourself from his lips as your mouths collided, you pulled him in close.

The next day after breakfast in bed you felt like you wanted to show him your true dominant side so you confessed to him about what you wanted.

"I want to fuck you, Kurt. You want to fuck me, Kurtie?"

"Yes please!"

"I want to fuck your ass," you admitted, sounding very sure of yourself.

He gulped slightly as he thought about the prospect of doing that with you.

"If you do that and I'm a good boy for you, will you let me fuck your pussy after?" He pleaded with big wide puppy dog eyes.

"Only if you are a good boy for me."

You finished up quickly with him in the shower and dried off, going right back to your bedroom and going into your drawers to find your strap-on. It was 9 inches and red. Kurt looked at the toy with awe in his eyes and got into position on the bed for you and you put it on for him. The camera stayed running and was put on a tripod. Later you planned to upload it to only fans.

"You are going to love my big cock, Kurt. Don't worry, I'll use lots of lube for you too."

There was no doubt you were rocking Kurt's world, and you knew he liked it dirty. Everything you did with your mouth to him was incredible. Kurt craved your mouth and had an oral fixation. Whether you were sucking on a lollipop or a popsicle, he always imagined it was your lips on his dick. Before you would claim his ass with your fake cock, you wanted to tease him and get him hard again by giving him more head- the head you knew he loved so much.

Putting your lips on the tip of his cock, you kissed it and licked the head, swirling your tongue around with eagerness. As you did this, Kurt gasped rather loudly. Your mouth was like magic to him and he was craving you so badly. Sucking even more of him into your mouth, you established a steady motion bobbing up and down. This drove him wild as he clenched the bed sheets beneath him. Once he hit the back of your throat, you gagged and he lifted his hips, bucking into your mouth. The act itself made you insatiable for him. Even if he didn't have your skills to compare to anyone else's, he knew you were a pro. The sucking sounds you made and the lewd gasps as you let him fill your throat with his hardness made him whimper for you. Tickling his balls and playing with them, you hollowed out your cheeks, sucking him like a pro. Drool and spit ran down your mouth and you came up for air.

"That's enough for now, Kurtie. I'm going to please your ass next. Get you ready for my toy."

"Yes, please."

Licking a stripe down his ass, you licked his ass at a steady pace, wanting him to feel your tongue so expertly. The way he was groaning let you know he was feeling good because of your tongue. After a couple of minutes of this and him moaning softly, you stopped just to tease him.

Once the toy got lubed up, you got closer to him on the bed and stroked his cock, massaging his prostate for him. He whimpered already from the contact and his ass muscles clenched in anticipation of finally feeling your big fake cock fuck his ass. As you got the lube on your fingers and inside of his tight hole, you rubbed it around, massaging him, making him gasp from the pure ecstasy and sensations of it all.

Lining up at his entrance, you gave his ass a slap which earned a cry of pleasure mixed with pain from him as he was face down, ass up for you.

"Hold on tight for me baby, it's going to be a wild ride," you promised him, sticking the tip of the fake cock into his ass. It gently slid into him and stretched him out. His ass took to your strap oh so well and you held onto his hips as you moved deeper and even deeper inside his tight hole. His face was now on the pillows, turned sideways as he let you have your way with him. Kurt wouldn't do this with anyone else- just with you because you were his special girl.

Once you adjusted inside his ass, you began pounding away and slapping his ass, too. Kurt looked into the mirror as you fucked his now wide and open gaping hole. As he took your cock, you cried out in pleasure from the feeling of fucking his tight ass hole.

"Please fuck me hard, miss," Kurt begged.

"Shut up Kurt. I will tell you what you are getting, and you will learn to like it."

Deciding he had earned a punishment for back talking, you slapped his ass again, even harder this time. Being dominant was your specialty, and this situation certainly called for it. His groans became even louder as you fucked him good and at a leisurely pace. Once you thought he had enough of the slightly slower pace, you picked up and went deeper into his ass, pounding him at full force.

"Fuck, miss I love it," he dared to utter and gasp in pleasure.

Since he had been a fairly well-behaved boy, you stroked his cock for him, wanting him to receive ultimate pleasure. His cock bounced as you rutted into him and already the tip was leaking pre-cum. Stopping, you admonished him before continuing.

"Call me mommy, Kurt."

"Yes, mommy. Please, Mommy," he begged you, looking at the wall, not daring to dare a glance at you without permission first.

"Yes, mommy what?"

"Yes, mommy, I need you."

You pounded into him again, showing no mercy and raking your fingernails down his back, your other hand slapping his ass as he took you to the hilt. Kurt was having the time of his life and you were glad to give it to him. Being a master mommy dom for Kurt was your specialty. As his cries got louder, your thrusts got even deeper.

It was becoming a little unbearable for him because he hadn't experienced such a good fuck like this before. The sensations were new and intense for him, but his groans let you know you were working his ass just right. The way you pounded his ass was filthy and his cock needed some relief from the tension and attention too because of how pent-up he was for you.

"So good, miss. Please more," he pleaded with you as he looked at you with doe-like eyes.

Giving into his desires, you caressed his cock and stroked it, getting him to full hardness. You needed to fuck him soon, and his cock was already dripping with pre-cum. The harness you were using gave you pleasure as well as the vibrating setting on it could be felt on your clit.

"Yeah, you like it rough huh, like getting pounded for once?" You chided him for being the ultimate dom.

Putting him in his place was just what he needed, and you were going to get him to ultimately submit to you. With more thrusts, you drove him closer to the verge. Kurt whined so prettily for you as you felt the vibration stimulate your clit and bring you over the edge as you stroked his cock.

Pulling out unexpectedly, you threw the strap to the side and flipped him over, and hovered over his cock, your wet folds eager to take him inside. Sinking onto his cock, you let out a satisfied sigh.

"Does that feel good, Kurt? Huh? You love my fake cock and also my tight pussy, right?" You admonished him as you cupped his jaw and rode him.

"Yes, mistress. Love it all. Just want to be fucked so good. I love your pussy," he whined as you pinned his hands down, taking full control of him.

Your breasts bounced as you rode him hard, loving that you were still in control and taking the reins. Kurt loved it too and wanted to have you do whatever you wanted to him. He would fully submit and gladly be what you needed him to be.

Reaching over onto the nightstand, you picked up a small pocket knife you had and revealed the silver and shiny blade. It was glistening under the light and Kurt gasped as he saw it. Before you had talked about having a knife, kink and you both agreed you would use a knife someday when the moment was right just to tease each other.

"You gonna use that one me?" He questioned with wide-blown eyes, his hands behind his head.

"I am just going to tease you with it, baby."

Taking the knife, you held it up against his chest in between his nipples. Sucking one of his nipples into your mouth, you mewled and whimpered as the knife blade gently pressed into his skin. It was cold, and he shivered in anticipation of what was to come next. You just let his cock rest inside you, cockwarming him as you held the knife in the same place and paid equal attention to both nipples. Kurt's groans increased as you moved the blade to his arm, running it along his skin lightly. You stopped at his hand.

"Let's make a blood pact," you suggested with a dark glint in your eyes.

Kurt just nodded at this. Cutting yourself first, you let the blood drip down onto his stomach and then cut his finger. Pressing your finger up against his, you made a pact at that moment. You would never give him up or abandon him and you knew he wouldn't leave you.

"To us. Together forever," you proudly proclaimed.

"Against all others," he responded with fascination in his tone.

You then sucked his finger and let him suck yours clean of the blood as you moved again on top of him riding his cock.

Taking some rope, you tied his hands to the bedpost and smiled into the camera. From all this stimulation, he was getting close to his release. That wouldn’t happen though until he made you cum for him. Your pleasure was so important and Kurt was willing and eager to please you in every way possible. Kissing him with bloody lips, you finger fucked yourself, inching your way closer to release. A tingling sensation inside of you and fullness was emerging.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna squirt!” You cried out as you grew closer to release.

Kurt just whined happily in response. Your fingers hit the right spot to drive you over the edge as you slammed into him, making the bed creak and headboards move.

“Yes, squirt for me,” he growled as he bucked his hips and watched you touch yourself.

Lewd and illicit moans escaped your lips as he groaned loudly, sounding so pretty for you as you rode his cock without mercy. The sounds you made caused his cock to twitch inside of you. Just then, you felt your release wash over you and you squirted for him, causing Kurt to moan.

“Fill me up, Kurt. Do it now. Fuck!” You gasped as you relentlessly fucked his brains out.

“That squirting was so hot,” he whimpered as he felt his cock leak pre-cum.

His thrusts were sloppy as he filled you up to the brim, coating your inner walls with his delicious seed. Collapsing on top of him in satisfaction, you caught your breaths as your hearts continued to race. You lay like that for a while, letting him rest inside of you.

From that moment on, you had the craziest sex together and fucked before and after every kill. Some people were innocent, others were scum bags. The urge to kill was all that mattered. Getting away with murder was glorious. Some people were run over, others were stabbed to death or shot. Some were even burned, and the evidence was easy to cover up- at least for a while. One of the most memorable kills meant a lot to you because it was your ex-boyfriend. That kill you dragged it out and made him suffer for as long as possible. There were so many tools and apparatus to use and you made good of them all. From using pliers and a screwdriver to nail guns and acid, you made him pay.

Once Kurt was caught and arrested, you planned to show up at his trial and be there for him as his biggest supporter. Despite your objections, he took all the credit for the killings. The trial declared him guilty on all counts of murder and they sentenced him to 10 years and 2 consecutive sentences. Once in prison, he wrote to you and called you every day. When he got a cell phone and snuck into prison, you sent him sexy nudes and he did the same for you. You visited him and had conjugal visitations. Even with the cameras on and people watching, you had the most mind-blowing sex ever. It was some of the best sex of your life. You even married him in prison. Once he got out, you knew he would make up for lost time. You eventually became a guard at the prison and got to see him every single day and fuck as often as possible. He was rough with you and you were the same way with him. The other inmates were probably jealous, but soon enough, you and Kurt escaped. Once out of prison, you established new identities and moved to another country to get a fresh new start. Until the killings started up again, that is. No matter what, you wouldn't let him go.

He had made a vow in prison he would no longer kill just anyone. Only the people who deserved it. Before he met you someone he had driven with spree a comedian Jesse confronted him. She tried to kill him, but he got away. It was a regret of his letting her get away, but he would move on. Newly established someplace safe with him, you promised each other you would stay together no matter what. To make things official, you had a small and private ceremony with Kurt streaming it for his followers. No one knew where the undisclosed location was, but it was a wondrous and beautiful event.

Neither of you needed extra income since you had streams and paid ones, making tons of sexy videos and live streams together. You used the dark web for your kills together and always wore masks to keep it discreet. When killing, you would keep your rings on a necklace to still show your love but not to give anything away to anyone who might recognize either of you. Leaving your families and old lives behind, you lived for each other. Having so many chances to kill and get away with it was the best. Only the most extreme crimes you saw fit to punish. The worst being cold-blooded murderers and molesters. Finding each victim carefully, you had them meet their demise. Kurt even became a hitman for hire. Eventually, though, you both stopped killing and settled down just living normal lives. Life went on pretty much normally, but you remembered fondly and would sometimes reminisce about old times. Never staying in any place too long, you traveled and just lived life one day at a time together.

soundtrack:

Crazy Bitch and Fuck It I Don't Care by Buckcherry

Rock you like a hurricane by the Scorpions

Closer by Nine Inch Nails

Hatefuck by Motionless In White

Crazy Town - Butterfly (Come to my lady)

Heathens by Halestorm

(You Drive Me) Crazy Britney Spears

Let's go crazy by Prince and the Revolution

Mad by Cassie Steele

Crazy Train and Diary of a Madman by Ozzy

THE TALKING HEADS - PSYCHO KILLER…

TEARS FOR FEARS - MAD WORLD…

PIXIES - WHERE IS MY MIND…

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multiversxwhore · 9 months

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CM Punk x Black!oc

Warnings: Unprotected sex, cheating, toxic relationship/behavior, oral (f) receiving

Word count: 5k, edit credits to @insatiableorsmthn (literally slayed me)

a/n: Well, look what we have here, 'The Best In The World' isn't so tough at the hands of his ex-girlfiriend, but we allll know Punk digs crazy chicks. Listen I know a lot of people aren't too happy that Phil is back, and that sucks for you. Read the tag line guys, we don't wear capes over here. S/o to @sydsaint they’re the ones that inspired me to write for Punk lol so go read their stuff too! Any who lol I hope yall enjoy, like, leave comments, and reblog. More to come.

Sabrina will admit, she was bitter. Not only about Phil moving on from the company, but also moving on from her. She and Phil had known each other since their Ring Of Honor days, but they didn’t become close until they both got signed to WWE. They were friends at first, before Phil finally asked Sabrina on their first date. But when he proposed the idea of a relationship that night on a date he planned, Sabrina froze up and left him unanswered. Phil left WWE a year later, without much word to Sabrina, and as bad as she missed him, his surprise return, almost a year to the day, left her shocked. His gazes lingered on her from a distance; almost every time she looked up, they were locking eyes. She was able to deal with the added pressure at first, until someone would bring up his girlfriend, and ask him how she’s doing just within earshot. Sabrina’s throat would tighten, and her heart ached from how he smiled when the other woman was brought up. Though she knew in her heart, it wasn’t the same as when he used to smile about her, it stung nonetheless. She let a week or so pass before she decided to finally approach him. Gionna had hyped her up all weekend over FaceTime, insuring her that things would turn out in her favor. She wanted Sabrina to show up in a deep v-neck shirt with her cleavage on full display, but she knew Phil better than that. So instead of going full “Hooker Mode,” like Gionna suggested, she kept it simple, with a hint of sexy; a Steve Austin tee she cut into a crop top, jeans that showed off her curves, and a simple pair of black and blue Air Jordan’s. When she caught up to Phil, he had just got done shooting a backstage promo; the camera crew were leaving, so it was the perfect time to grab his attention. Now, they both stood in a deserted hall at the back of Allstate Arena in Chicago – the roar of the fans in the background, but only the two of them existed at that moment.

She couldn’t help her sour tone when she asked Phil about Alyssa, but to her credit, that was her trying to be mature, though it didn't last long. Sabrina and Phil had begun to bicker back and forth for a moment, it seemed that they were going in circles, until he addressed the elephant in the room. “Don’t be such a brat – you think I’m just gonna end my relationship because you’re throwing a hissy fit?” He took a step forward, everytime the two of them were in the same vicinity, the tension was thick. No one wanted to be around them when they were both in the room, and it was obvious to everyone what was going on; in this business there were hardly any secrets. It was only a matter of time before it all came to the light. They had too much history, too many words left unsaid, and she wouldn’t be satisfied till she had him back.

“We both know you’re not happy.” She argued back, noticing how he avoided her gaze, looking at her forehead or her nose, instead of her eyes. Her heart thudded in her chest, she felt nervous knowing this wasn’t even the deepest part of the conversation yet. Truth be told, she wasn’t used to him being this closed off with her, if anything she could be the cold one. She knew she could be difficult and down right sour when she didn’t have to be. Now, Sabrina understood how Phil felt when she acted this way, especially towards the end of their relationship.

He let out a dry chuckle, a look of realization crossing his face, “you're insane, like you’re actually delusional.” His lips pulled back into a grin, his hazel-green eyes sparkling excitedly, he wasn't sure why he was even entertaining what he felt was a pointless conversation. She didn’t even say what she wanted, she just grabbed him by the hand, and pulled him off in the opposite direction from where he came. ‘I did always have a hard time saying no to you, Sabrina.’ he confessed to himself.

“And you’re a narcissist, now we both win.” Sabrina argued back childishly, Phil’s face scrunched in disbelief, he’s never been so frustrated by another human being before.

“No! No, this isn’t a competition, and the last time I checked, you were too chicken shit to commit, so it's not like it matters what makes me happy. Not to you, anyway.” He bit back in response, his words hung above her head, dense, and dark like the onset of the worst storm ever.

“But I tried!” She didn’t mean for it to come out as a whine. Her bottom lip poked out, and she would have stomped her foot for good measure if it wasn't Phil that was standing in front of her.

“I was in love with you.” He whispered, suddenly so tender, ‘still am.’ She took the break in his intensity as a reason to take another step forward to close the distance. He was too stubborn to back down from her, and though he’d hate to admit it, he was hoping Sabrina would take it there. She reached up to cup his face in her hands, she missed the softness of his beard, and the way it felt against her bare skin. His breath hitched in his throat, and his tongue tied. He hated the way her lips looked luscious and plump. He hated the way her warm vanilla scent was invading his senses. He refused to unfold his arms, he couldn’t allow himself to touch her, to grab her hips, and feel how delicate she was. He couldn’t allow himself to be reminded of how much he worshiped every curve and dip of her body. Most of all he hated the way he didn’t miss his supposed girlfriend. ‘Fuck, I hate you.’

“Phil.” she called his name, saying it only the way she could, a tickle against his skin. So gentle, so forgiving, so… righteous. He closed his eyes – a last defensive mechanism, as if that’d make all of this stop – and let himself take a deep breath. ‘Do I really want her to stop though? Shit, get it together, Phil’ He internally tussled with himself.

“That’s okay,” Sabrina broke through his thoughts, “you don’t have to look at me, but you can hear me. You don’t have to admit out loud that you’re not satisfied, I know you miss this…us. I know you miss the way I was the loudest cheerleader in your corner, I’m the best pop you’ll ever receive. I know you inside out, how you liked to be touched, and where.” Her minty breath fanned over his face even from a foot below him. Her fingers caressed the tips of his ears, he wanted to bark like a dog, and he would if she so wished it he would; this is when he could feel his facade breaking.

“And you…know how to touch me.” Her hands slid down his neck to his tattoo covered arms, she held onto them and lifted her head to see his eyes were staring back at her. He was frozen…waiting, anticipating. At a single tug, his arms fell apart, she took his hands in hers, and slid them around her waist. Her cropped top did nothing to help cover her midsection, revealing the snake tattoo that he sat through hours of hand-holding with her for. The contrast between her softness, and the roughness of his palms gave her goosebumps all over. She brought her hands back up around his neck, not wanting to give him a second to think as she pressed her lips to his. Their tongues twisted and caressed each other as if trying to re-learn one another. This was absolutely fucking bad, and Phil knew that. What’s worse is that he didn’t care. All he knew was that his mind was empty, she tasted delicious, and he absolutely missed it. He missed her attention, he missed their conversations at 8pm till 5am the next morning, and he missed the way she whimpered his name everytime he stretched her out.

He pushed her against the wall and pinned her hands behind her back with his, a look of frustration passed over her face; her chest rose and fell as she fought to catch her breath. He pressed his forehead to hers and the pit of her stomach turned, unfurling something that hadn’t been disturbed since the last time they ‘talked.’ His hazel eyes looked prettier than ever, and when she glanced down to see how his lips had tugged into a tiny smirk, she wanted to kiss him again. She leaned in for another dizzying kiss, when his phone buzzed in his pocket.

“Don’t.” She breathed, she tried to pull him back to her, but him being the strongest one between the both of them, it was nothing to pry her off.

“Just…just give me a second.” He mumbled, she felt like she lost him the second he looked away from her, and by the guilty look on his face, Sabrina could take a guess at who that call could be from.

‘Little miss perfect timing.’ Suddenly the inside of her mouth tasted like acid. She clammored to hold onto that insatiable feeling, so instead of arguing back, she remained silent. She leaned against the cold brick wall with her head down, pretending Phil didn't just reject her for his girlfriend. His girlfriend, she thought to herself in disbelief, God, when did she become an Ariana Grande song? When he glanced over at her, he couldn't deny how adorable that pout of her’s was and he caught himself smiling.

“Oh uh, yea, I’m happy for you. The promotion is always what you wanted.” He cleared his throat trying to manage a somewhat even tone, he still had the taste of Sabrina’s lip gloss in his mouth. He licked his lips.“Yes, of course I’m listening to you.” Phil could feel his patience start to wear thin already; Alyssa liked to nit pick at every inflection in his voice and it irritated him to no end. Their ‘relationship’ had been on the rocks for a while, they just don't mesh well beyond friends, but they forced it because they both needed to take their minds off their exes. And here he was, being seduced by his. He looked back over his shoulder at Sabrina, at the same time she looked up, and he was frozen again. He didn't realize how long the silence was between him and Alyssa until she called his name.

“Phil, if you’re distracted then I can talk to you later.” She sounded burnt out, like she, too, was tired of holding up this stupid charade, but neither of them ever said it outloud. Too prideful to admit they felt miserable.

“No, I’m…” He trailed off, he felt bad for lying, but how was he supposed to say he wanted to fuck his ex through the brick wall and take her back for a second chance? He couldn’t, so he lied anyway, and told himself he’d deal with the consequences later. “Actually, yeah, I’m sorry. My mind is just on work tonight, maybe I can call you back when the night’s over?” He looked up at the ceiling waiting for a response. He rolled his eyes at how stupid he was being, but who is he kidding? Sabrina was always gonna be his end game.

“Yeah sure, it’s cool, I actually need some sleep myself.” Her voice sounded disconsolate, he winced a little, knowing they should have discussed what was happening currently, but he opted for later, instead. His eyes were still on Sabrina as she fidgeted with her phone, mindlessly scrolling.

“Mkay, I’ll talk to you later, then.” Phil said. Alyssa barely responded before hanging up abruptly, he stood there looking at his phone screen feeling a bit confused for a moment, but Sabrina’s voice caught his attention.

“Phil, I need to go get ready.” She had pushed herself off the wall, and began walking towards him. She grabbed his hand, holding onto his finger tips. He laced their fingers together, then pulled her into his arms, his hand sliding up her neck to cradle the back of her head. He took her by surprise, her lips parted to let out a yelp, but he pressed his mouth to hers, swallowing her voice. She let out a moan, the butterflies in the pit of her stomach stirred back to life. Phil’s other hand wrapped around her waist. His fingers slid underneath her shirt, caressing her skin gingerly, sending a chill down her spine. When he pulled away this time, Sabrina held onto his bottom lip tugging on it with her teeth. Reluctantly she let him go, a goofy smile stretching across her face. He played with her long curly hair with his finger tips; it reminded him how much trouble she got in all those years ago for shaving it off one side, and dying it without permission. Sabrina may or may not have been following a little too closely in Phil’s footsteps back then.

“I’ll see you later?” She mustered the strength to take a step away from him, it was cruel of him to send her on her way like this. Leaving her unsatisfied, and needy for more.

“Knock’em dead, kid.” He smiled, giving her a wink, and watched her gush before spinning in the opposite direction and disappearing down the hall. His eyes lingered on her retreating form, watching her hips sway wonderfully.

Later that night, there was a knock on her hotel door. Sabrina barely checked her phone reading a little after 10 PM before opening the latch. Phil strode in, hands on her hips, walking her back and without a thought, she hooked her arms around his neck, moaning when his lips found hers, colliding in a rushed kiss. She pulled away first, when her breath caught and it hurt to breathe. His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but she shook her head, running her hands down his arms, taking him by the hands and leading him towards the bed. She didn’t want to hear what he had to say, scared it would resemble something like regret in his decision to come to her tonight. He let go of her hand, bending to pick the small Kumari plushy he had gifted her on her birthday a few years ago. She took a seat on the edge of the bed, watching him with hooded eyes, feeling coy as he held the toy in his hands. His lips twitched up, almost in disbelief as he met her gaze. His smile turned whimsical, “I can’t believe you still have this…” He looked at her dazedly, feeling something in his world shift. He thought she’d have moved on by now, that’s partially why he had avoided her for so long.

He took a seat next to her, but feeling startled by the onslaught of emotions permeating between them, Sabrina stood up, grabbing the plushie from him and placing it on the nightstand. “It was a gift,” she said, snidely, taking care to set it right. She let loose a startled gasp when she felt the rough pad of his finger stroke from the back of her knees and up her thighs. The baby pink nightdress she had on rose as his finger went higher, settling on the curve of her ass. She shivered, letting her eyes flutter as he pulled her closer, settling her between his thighs. His other hand moved over her hips and into the satin of her panties, caressing her slowly. “Phil…” she murmured, her legs feeling weak, but he held her tight as she felt herself begin to slip. He lowered her, having her lean on to him, her head falling to his shoulder as her mouth parted in silent gasps. His fingers spread her wider, feeling heat coat his skin and then he slipped in a finger. He stroked in and out of her slowly, relishing in her breathy little calls of his name, then watched her keen when he added a second finger.

“And after all these years, this pussy is still mine,” he breathed into her ear, feeling that tight grip on his wet fingers. “Did you wear this little dress for me, Sweetheart?” The hand on her ass curved up her thigh and ran up to her stomach, ruffling the fabric as she went, feeling where the short pink nighty had a heart shaped cutout at the center, exposing just below her bust. Of course she’d been thinking of Phil – she’d be a liar if she’d stated otherwise.

“Phil… uh -” she bit down on her lip when his palm reached her breast, squeezing a mound tightly. “Please…”

He tilted his head to the side, nosing her cheek, breathing her in, and he chuckled at her pleads, running the flat of his tongue to the base of her ear. “She’s so cute when she begs,” he whispered playfully. She groaned in protest, feeling so close until he slid his hand out of her underwear, and traced her lips. Her mouth parted, head following his hands as they moved to his own mouth. She watched entranced, as he licked them clean, her mouth slightly agape, and let out a moan.

Sabrina took hold of his face, pulling his lips onto hers, desperate to taste him again. She knew it wasn't right, but she pushed those guilty thoughts to the back of her mind, letting their tongues tangle. He held her hips, leading her beneath him on the bed, as he stood, he used his free hand to unbuckle his belt. He pulled away, standing tall before her, towering in a way that made her feel so exposed and vulnerable, eliciting a feeling only he ever really knew how to uncover. She missed the way Phil could make her feel so dainty one second, and then powerful the next. She missed the way he made her laugh till her face muscles cramped up, and her breathing became unsteady. But most of all she missed the way he could make her feel like the most important woman in the world; he never forgot a birthday, an anniversary, or the way she liked her coffee in the morning. It was all the small things that added up to something unforgettable. She leaned back on her elbows, watching him hurriedly unzip the Avenged Sevenfold hoodie she used to be so fond of. She supposes they had both dressed for each other tonight. He threw it to the floor behind him, and his shirt followed.

She licked her lips, reaching a hand to him. He pulled her up, getting her on her knees, and guided her hands over his shoulders. When they kissed again, it was slower, more intense. Her hands slid form his neck to his chest, feeling the unsteady rhythm of his heart starting to sync with hers. She rested her palm there, pulling away to press her forehead to his. Phil watched her pretty chocolate colored irises, getting lost in them like he always used to, not feeling an ounce of regret in his actions, in being here with her, where he always knew he belonged. She reached her hand up tenderly, then tugged at his thick beard, lips stretching playfully. The tug of pain was hardly noticeable but he let out a low growl anyways that morphed into a chuckle, watching the mirth in her features.

Her eyes glinted, sparkling like a child in a candy store. She trailed her finger from the scruff on his jaw, down his neck, slowly, trying to mimic the way he had touched her bare legs earlier. Her head tilted down, watching the invisible path she drew, admiring the work of art that was his body. Though he wasn’t known for being the status quo wrestler, he was in immaculate shape. Maybe he didn’t have eight pack abs, but he was far from unfit. His arms and chest were perhaps Sabrina’s favorite feature in him. “What’s my little minx thinking?” he asked. Her eyes cut to his. It’s been a while since she was his.

“How much I want you,” she whispered, not missing a beat. “I need you,” she admitted, daring him to push her away in this moment, daring him to come to his senses and tell her they were wrong for this. He kissed her instead, and she felt the way his lips struggled not to smile. He pushed her down onto the bed, thinking she’s always looked gorgeous, but tonight she was something more. Her eyes gazed down to where his jeans hung low on his hips, and with her feet, she reached and tugged at the fabric, bringing it down. He looked upward to the ceiling, masking the smile that broke out on his face, wondering what he did to earn her sitting before looking like the prettiest present he’d ever seen.

“Phil,” Sabrina called out, voice just above a whisper. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, eyes lidded and her hands holding onto her breasts, pointed and straining against the thin fabric covering them.

“Fuck,” he moaned, “You’re so sexy, baby.” He let his pants fall and she reached for him, pulling him on top of her. He flipped them over so she could be on top of him, and she straddled his waist, her thick thighs fitted on either side of him comfortably. She rocked her hips, the bulge in his boxers almost covered in material too soft for the friction she so desperately needed. She tossed her head back, grinding harder and it was a sight to him. He wanted to see her like this all the time – on top of him all frantic and flustered, wanton and desperate, lips swollen and parted, clothing askew and face fresh, hell he even adored the matching bonnet she had on. He remembered the first time he had her hot and bothered for him; she was a downright mess, nearly close to panic because she almost forgot to tie her hair up. Tonight was planned, he figured the moment the door opened – maybe even before that. “Fuck,” he moaned, “Fuck, baby, I need you – I – God,” he held her hips, guiding her back and forth on him, “ Please,” it was his turn to beg, wasn’t it? “I need to be in you.” She felt heat crawl up her spine and flush her face. He halted her movements, reaching between them to pull his hard length from his boxers. She pulled her panties to the side, guiding herself onto him.

“Phil…” she moaned, hands falling to the center of his stomach, nails digging in as his girth stretched her so deliciously. He held her hips but let her set the pace, only reaching his thumb to rub at her swollen clit. She whimpered and he slowly lifted his hips to meet her movements, “Oh god…” she cried, tightening her muscles around him. “Ah –”

“I know,” he murmured, “I know, baby.” His eyes struggled to stay open; it’s been a while since he felt this good, been a while since it's been her. “You’re so good, princess,” he whispered, feeling flashes of heat run over his body. He sat up, placing a hand to the small of her back, the other across her shoulder blade, and when she cried out, she muffled it against the crook of his neck. “You’re doing so fucking good, baby,” he breathed into her ear, letting their hips crash in a delicious rhythm. She threw her head back, mouth parting and cries of pleasure pouring from her. “That’s right,” he thrusted faster, pulling at the straps of her dress. “Let it out, kitten – don’t give a fuck who hears…” his lips casted down her neck to her breasts, kissing and sucking and biting until blood pooled beneath her skin. “You’re mine,” he nipped into her skin, “always,” he let her know, pushing deep into her, kissing her womb with the tip of his dick.

“Ah!” she cried out, hand in his hair, gripping so tight it stung. He buried his face in between her breasts, inhaling her scent. Heat between them grew incinerating and she held him even tighter. “I’m – ah… Phil – I’m so close,” she begged him to go harder, feeling her vision start to blur, dark spots dance between her eyes, “Right there,” she managed, but he already knew how she liked it, already knew how to get her beyond the help of the god she’s calling out for. She comes before him, in a rush and he pounds into her, sloppily, pulling more and more waves of euphoria from her. He stills when his climax hits, seating it deep inside her, pulling out slowly to feel it all spill between them. Still holding her in his hands, he gently rolled her off of him so that she could lay comfortably while he reached over the nightstand for a few tissues to clean himself off, then went to get a damp towel for her.

They both laid in bed facing each other, covered in a layer of sweat, but Phil didn’t care. He always thought she looked even more gorgeous afterwards in the glow of post-coital, with her eyes all hazy and her lids hooded, like she was drunk off sex, drunk off of him. Her voice, hoarse, and somewhat deeper than her usual octave. “I should have expected a second shower tonight.” Sabrina sighed, she sat up against the headboard, and took the blanket with her, holding it up to her chest. When she looked back down at Phil, he had this goofy grin on his face, like someone had just knocked him over the head with a steel chair.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Suddenly feeling vulnerable under his gaze, despite the fact that his lips just re-learned every inch of her body. Despite the fact that he has seen her completely naked countless times, and has sent him a hoard of sexy photos before they broke up. The stare he was giving her now was different, and it scared her. This was the same look he had in his eye before he asked her to make their relationship official, and be his girlfriend.

“Relax scaredy-cat I’m not gonna ask you to marry me, ya ain’t ready for that.” He was partly joking, but that hurt her still. Sabrina wasn’t sure if he felt it, but the energy in the room suddenly shifted. Whatever mist that had been covering her eyes cleared, and she no longer felt the desire to be cuddled up with him in bed. She looked over at the clock, it had just struck midnight, and unfortunately her carriage had turned back into a pumpkin. By the time Phil caught the look in her eyes, it was too late, she had already gotten up from the bed, leaving the bedding behind, and made her way to the bathroom.

“Sabrina–” She cut him off by slamming the bathroom door. He threw himself back into the sheets, but the second he closed his eyes, his phone began to ring. Rolling his eyes, but rolling over the side of the bed reluctantly, he reached down to grab his jeans. He felt around for his phone, before looking at the screen. His eyebrows scrunched up in confusion to see it was Alyssa.

“Uh…hello?” He asked, the line was quiet for a moment, and before he got a chance to speak again she blurted out.

“I think we should give each other some space, Phil.” He blinked, staring straight ahead, this was not at all what he was expecting, but here he was feeling dumbfounded.

“I’m not quite sure what to say, uh, are you okay. I mean this—

“If we’re being honest we weren’t built to last, and I’m 100% sure neither of us are actually over our exes.” She said plainly, right on cue, Phil looked over his shoulder at the imaginary cameras, he could barely hold in his laughter, but he did his best. Jokes aside, Alyssa was right about them not meant to be together.

“Well shit Lyssa you seem to always have the best timing, is this official, because after this I don’t plan on going through it a second time.” He says haughtily, Alyssa scoffed on her end of the phone, some shuffling could be heard, but finally it went quiet again.

“I know girls like her, Phil, I was a girl like her, and if it’s one thing I learned during our time together, it’s that you can’t cage a hummingbird.” He was taken aback by her words, he had never even thought about it that way.

“When did you become so wise?” He asked, he tilted his head towards the shower, the water could still be heard running, so he leaned back into the bed.

“Listen, my advice, just take things slow.” It was simple enough, when he reflected back on their relationship, perhaps he was too intense with Sabrina. A weight had just been unexpectedly lifted off his shoulders, that was one problem resolved, but now he had to re-define his and Sabrina’s relationship. If she even wanted a relationship.

Alyssa gave her parting words, “hey, I gotta go, don’t overthink it.” She rushed out, after Phil wished her well, they both hung up the phone. He let out an exasperated breath, before last night he didn’t think there was any way in hell that a second chance for him, and Sabrina would even be a possibility. She already ran from him once, and he thought he was taking things slow before. ‘Well we had only been dating a few months before I decided to move things to the next level.’ Phil pondered on this to himself as he waited for Sabrina.

She was too upset to even think, so she stood under the hot water, letting it cascade down her body. By the time she actually started to shower, her thoughts began to slowly seep in, and soon enough tears began to fall. A mix of emotions rolled through her, and she didn’t even know where to begin. Thankfully tomorrow was her day off, so she didn’t have to be bothered with putting on a brave face for TV. The water began to turn cold, so that’s when she decided to call it quits, grabbing her towel, and walking back into the bedroom. She could feel Phil’s eyes on her as she dropped her towel right in front of him. He had to do a double take, it’s like every time he talked himself off the ledge, she pulled him right back to the edge again, and again.

Rummaging through her clothes Sabrina’s mind went in a spiral about her and Phil. For some reason, she just couldn’t make up her mind about whether she wanted to commit to him or not. It had nothing to do with him – in all their time together, he was a wonderful partner, it was her, she was the problem. While Phil was always the one on the ledge, she was just there, watching him ready to jump off for her, again, and again, and again. For the life of her, she couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it was as to why she was so damn scared. She pulled on her t-shirt, and a pair of biker shorts, then turned to Phil with determination. He was still in bed, he had his boxers on, and his head leaned back on the pillows with his eyes closed.

“Phillip!” Sabrina shouted, slowly his eyes opened, he glanced at her wearily. Her hands balled into fist, and her lips pressed together.

“Uh oh, you’ve got that constipated look, guess we mean business now.” He taunted, his lips curling upward into a tiny smirk. His charm usually made her weak in the knees, but Sabrina didn’t falter.

“Shut up. I’ve got something to say, and I need to say it now before I just wither away inside.” She demanded, so he closed his mouth, giving her his undivided attention. She inhaled deeply, held her breath for a ten count, and then exhaled slowly. That didn’t help, if anything it only accelerated her nervousness, so she charged on regardless.

“I’m a coward and I’m selfish. Pretty sure if I sat with myself long enough, there'd be a valid reason I’m so flighty, but I guess what I’m trying to say is…” She trailed off for a moment, she could feel that window of opportunity leaving her mind, entering the territory of personal feelings causing her to shut down, but she willed herself to focus. “I just—ugh!” Sabrina grunted, causing Phil’s expression to soften, talking about her feelings has always been a struggle. They never talked about that, obviously.

“It’s okay–”

“No! It's not okay, because I love you. You’re my first love, and I can’t just let that go. I stupidly did that once already, I practically pushed you into the arms of another woman, and I hate that.” She blurted out. Not wanting to break her rhythm, Phil remained quiet. “I want you all to myself, I want you all the time, every day, every night. I want you, I want you, goddamn it, I want you.” Sabrina unconsciously stomped her foot, her eyes glossy, and all the built up tension from the year they spent apart finally tearing its ugly head. Phil scooted to the other side of the bed where she stood by her still open luggage.

He cupped her face in his hands, his eyes held sincerity as he said, “And you can have me, baby… if you say pretty please.” He whispered half heartedly, to which Sabrina punched in the chest, and though it wasn’t at full force, it was enough impact to sting a little. “Ow, okay I deserved that.” He grunted, overselling the punch more than what was necessary, which got a chuckle out of Sabrina.

“You’re an idiot.” She smiled shakily. Their arms wrapped around each other and Phil pulled her hips closer to him, burying his face into the crook of her neck.

“I love you.” He whispered. He pressed a tender kiss to her lips, somehow taking her breath away with such little effort on his part.

Seemingly star struck, Sabrina smiled girlishly, eyes still glistening, “you do?”

“Oh, Sabrina I love you so fucking much, it should be a crime.” Phil confessed, his gaze unyielding, and his stomach tingling from the flutter of butterflies stirring in the pit of his stomach.

The wide grin she donned slowly morphed into a grimace she couldn't help, her heart falling to the pit of her stomach, “Shit, you…have a girlfriend.” She slowly pulled back, he didn’t want to let her go, but he put a little bit of space so he could think straight.

He shook his head, “No - I, ah,” her brows furrowed and he admitted, “It’s a long story - but what if…we take things slow, and keep it casual? Just till I work things out, I know it’s not ideal.” He rushed out not wanting to lose their moment again. But then he began to explain anyway, he too had to wrap his head around their current situation.

“Yeah, no you’re right,” she sighed, “I think we should cool it for a while.”

“Oh, well then…now what?”

“Now…we take things slow…er.” Phil smiled, and unable to stop herself from mirroring him, Sabrina let out a giggle. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and let him pull her in for a perfervid kiss. She let out a soft moan, pressing herself into him impossibly closer. His hands slid down her thighs, and when he picked her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist like it was always this easy between them. He carried her over to an end table in front of the bedroom windowsill. They could see the whole of Chicago from how high up they were in the hotel. He got into his knees in front of her, putting his head underneath her shirt, and began to kiss down her stomach.

“Phil.” She let out a fit of giggles, it was all fun and games until he stopped at her underwear. Her breath hitched when he slid her panties to the side, and swiped his tongue across her clit making her back arch. With one hand he held her leg up, and with the other he slid his index finger in, and then his middle. All Sabrina had to do was lean back, and enjoy his handy work. If this was them taking it slow, she didn't mind it at all. She let out a sigh, dropping her hand to his hair, weaving her fingers into the tousled locks as his mouth worked her into a tizzy. The closer she came to her orgasm, the more she grinded her hips against his face.

“That’s right baby, use me, please, smother me.” Phil begged. He pulled away, and quickly got Sabrina’s panties down her hips, and around his muscular bicep like an armband. Sabrina did as told without question, and pushed his face between her thighs. His tongue slid into her, tasting everything she had to offer him, and he didn’t want to waste a drop as she came into his mouth. He hungrily lapped his tongue over her, and finished it off with soft kisses until her body finally relaxed against the windowpane. When he pulled his head from underneath her shirt, his face was flushed red, and his lips were stretched into a shit-eating grin.

“Thanks for the ride.” Sabrina leaned forward, and Phil met her half way pressing their lips together. He pulled back, still slightly out of breath, he stood from his kneeling position, and pulled her up with him.

“Anytime.” He turned her around in his arms so that they’d both be facing the view outside, it was the beginning of fall, and all the leaves had begun to turn beautiful autumn colors. As he trailed kisses down her neck, Sabrina humed contentedly, and that’s when she pulls away. “I’m starving.” She moaned, a low grumble came from the pit of her stomach sending them both into a fit of laughter. He grabbed her by the face, pressed his lips to her forehead, his eyes shone with adoration for the woman in front of him.

“Alright princess, I’ll go grab some breakfast from your favorite spot, and I’ll be back. How’s that sound?” He reluctantly let go of her face, he knew if he didn’t they’d be naked on the floor next. Sabrina shook her head eagerly, her mouth watering at the thought of her favorite diner restaurant.

“I’ll wait here, I’ve got a free schedule.” She beamed up at him, before he had a chance to step away, Sabrina stole a chaste kiss. After Phil left, Sabrina fell back into the bed, and was already falling asleep before he made it back to the hotel.

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not-goldy · 2 months

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I agree with all that you said about Jimin and Jung Kook's natural chemistry and Hybe's use of it. I would add that they were doing dance collab.'s (Own It) and singing duets (Christmas Day) on their own, outside of company time or projects since early on. I was wondering, since money is the issue, why Hybe didn't use them more by creating more projects, but more so, why they didn't use Jung Kook and Tae more (Singing or dancing subunits, etc.) since it is said to be the largest ship of the group?

Uhmmmm

A. That would imply Tae Kook have that much chemistry to begin with and more so that that chemistry was consistent. But that hasn't been the case. At some point those two couldn't be in the same room without throwing shade or have we forgotten Tae remarking Jungkook ignores him so he had gotten used to it and couldn't tell he was doing it as part of a game or him saying Jungkook refused to treat him as a friend or whatever or him saying he hadn't been availing himself to Kook to hang out etc during their Soop conversation??

Not to say they were enemies or anything but also nothing to boost off here in terms of chemistry. However, not to get it twisted, when they are on they are ON- their chemistry if it exists at all just hasnt been as consistent as Jikook have been and so I don't think hybe could do much with them. Hybe can't manufacture chemistry between them if it's not organically there. Unless they turn into Tuktukkers and zoom and stretch 7 seconds eye contact between them for hours🥴.

B. Just because Jikook are here now doesn't mean they were mentally prepared all those years to be used by hybe in that way. It's been a long time coming for those two. I mean at some point camera crew were prying into their personal time on set, setting up cameras to catch them off guard and I'm sure there's a lot more tape of them they refused to greenlight for airing. It goes into the bigger conversation we have of them on showing and their varying levels of comfort with exhibiting what they have. Remember when we talked about them going private acting professional and railing it a bit back???

Don't look at the growth they have now and assume it's always been there. Solos make that mistake often, we are better than that💜

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max1461 · 4 months

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Let me start a new post, regarding some discourse, so that we can avoid bothering OP and furthermore so that we can properly abstract away from (whatever turn out to be) the irrelevant points of the initial seed of discussion.

A woman flashed her boobs to some strangers in New York. Someone on twitter said this was sexual assault. I and other commenters contended it was no big deal. However, I added:

I do think there's a relevant distinction between simply being nude/topless/whatever in public, which I think should be regarded as perfectly socially acceptable, and flashing someone, which is kind of an inherently somewhat sexual performative act. I don't think that flashing in a context like this should probably be regarded as sexual assault, that seems a bit much. In general I think that people are (for the most part) sexual creatures, and so any free society is going to feature some amount of public display of sexuality, whatever form that takes, and there's nothing really wrong with that. It doesn't seem like any big deal to me that this girl flashed these people. But there definitely exist contexts where I think it's reasonable to consider flashing alone to be sexual assault or sexual harassment, and I don't think that should be elided. And I don't think it should be determined on crude grounds of gender or sex either; it's important to have some thoughtful and conceptually robust sense of when sexual acts, e.g. flashing people, are playful and harmless, and when they are in fact potentially threatening or boundary-violating.

Here the discussion split. In one thread, @sivavakkiyar said:

I agree with the nuance of total determination, but the applicability only makes sense now. There’s very good reason to suppose a man who took off his shirt on camera would not be considered ‘flashing’, even if he was flexing his pecs or whatever: the assumed sexual component, regardless of the intent of the woman involved, has to do with the inherent sexualization of…uh…female…presenting…nipples. We’re on the same page of ‘assault’ being ridiculous in this context, but even if you were to ask this woman ‘when you took off your shirt, you knew it was sexually suggestive, yes?’ and she said ‘yeah’, it wouldn’t really change the fundamental question—-I mean that’s obvious as a part of her joke, but—-the guy with pecs might equally be ‘yeah, I’m hot.’ You know?

And I replied:

Well yeah that's part of my point. There is totally a context in which a guy flexing his pecs at you, in some sufficiently aggressive or unwanted way, could be sexual harassment. But that doesn't mean that all men flexing in public is bad, or even all men flexing at someone in public is bad. The standards one takes up for this, whatever they are, should be gender neutral—which would unambiguously mean that women showing their bare chest in public would get vastly more accepted, not less.

In another thread, @wildgifthorses said:

It seems like this is just an area where it makes sense to have sex-asymmetric norms. Trying to make a workable sex-symmetric norm about this just leads to absurdity no matter what you do.

And added the following in the tags:

Here I would like to make my reply to wildgifthorses.

I think you have implicitly invoked, here, precisely the gender-neutral distinction which is relevant: reasonable knowledge that you are violating someone's boundaries and disregard for those boundaries in spite of the knowledge. Most men can be said to have a reasonable expectation that the average woman will be bothered by him flashing her his junk, and consider it a boundary violation. Most young women can reasonably expect that a crowd of passers-by will not feel violated by her flashing them her boobs. While there are sex- or gender-asymmetric facts about society being invoked in this sort of moral calculation, the underlying principle is fundamentally sex- and gender-symmetric. And why should it not be? I can think of plenty of contexts in which a man might be made very uncomfortable by a woman aggressively showing him her boobs, however common or not that happens to be, and in those scenarios I think it is very reasonable to say the woman is in the wrong.

We get absolutely nowhere good by making needlessly gendered distinctions in our abstract principles, as (in different ways) the last 10 years and the previous 5000 before that should make evident. I think until certain follies heretofore characteristic of human society are well behind us, we should probably err very far in the direction of absolute sex- and gender-insensitivity in our most abstract ethical principles, even if it runs us into trouble sometimes.

#society

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Another ROTTMNT request!!

Platonic, funny hc about the 4 brothers reacting to younger sister reader who has a gloomy/angsty personality who acts like a tragic heroin but in reality everything in her life is completely okay.

She's just a bit dramatic like leo and dee xD

☀︎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･OUr Our YEA~☀︎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

alt title; reader loves a style but does little research on it and uses pinterest as a ref

ᯓᡣ𐭩 warnings: cussing(!) cringe(!) stereotyped emos (!) crack(!)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ngl- i feel reader w/ this one 😭😭 Thank you so much for requesting <33 btw, this is not to make fun of actual emos, you guy's aesthetic is beautiful <3 instead, this is actually written from a 2 day experience by your's truly! There is absolutely no plot in this, so if you can't follow at all I don't blame you.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Oh god she's blasting SleepToken again-"

kanabo; a japanese weapon similar to a spiked bat, used for offense.

"YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW ME!" You screamed as you slammed the door closed.

Raph stood there, stunned and confused.

"I don't get it...all Raph told her to do was to wash the dishes?" He sighed and walked away. Deeply, he was too tired for this shit and the headache he has was forming faster the more he thought about it. He needed a nap.

Meanwhile Leo and Donnie were snickering in the far corner, watching the whole ordeal go down.

"broooooo"

"That cannot be real-" Leo said, holding his gut trying not to shit on himself at the atrocity you just committed.

"Of- ha- of course it itz! I caught it on camera!" Donnie waved the evidence in the air.

The two burst into obnoxious laughter, echoing throughout the sewers.

So yea..you're a bit cringe. But who's stopping you?

You truly believed that this wasn't a phase.

And future you is looking down at you in tears.

YOU WERE ONLY ELEVEN- !

The group was fighting a tiger villian. Silly cat, he had guns. Tch, that was nothing for someone like you.

"I blast you into the abyss as dark as my soul" You said, raising your kanabo, swinging the weapon in a circular motion, aiming for your target.

"What the f-" And he got blasted. You hated how your weapon was pink...

It all started with the "pick me girl" trend.

You hated those people (despite them not even existing half the time).

So, you wanted to be different 😈

And thus, the color black was an immediate yes

Mikey, not really caring about the sudden change in his sibling's style, used you for his art inspiration! Even if you begged and begged for him to draw you with hair.

(he already sketched it, but won't tell you. he's not gonna let it go that far into your head💀)

"Turn- now pose, ohhhh! Lookin great Pink! Wooo, you got it girl!"

"The only thing I deserve to have is a dirt pit. To put myself in, not your praise."

"Oh- oh."

Looking through pinterest you found your first outfit inspo and fell in love.

While not actually having any problems, mentally or physically (from what you know), you felt like you fit into this category so well!

Your scales were black, check

You love eyeliner, check

Your siblings force you to do things that you didn't want to (chores) , check

You were all set.

All it took was a few hundred dollars from Donnie's bank and you were ready to show the world-

WHO YOU TRULY WERE 😈

"YOU'RE ALL AGAINST ME!"

"we are literally just asking you to go on this mission-"

"TO KILL ME OF COURSE! YOU NEVER CARED ABOUT ME"

"okay"

They just let you sort your feelings out, poor baby.

No one actually knew when it really started

But suddenly you started to ask April for her makeup and nail polish for the first time.

And April, bless her, did so each and every time.

"Of course honeybun!"

Worst part was, you never gave it back.

"Hey, have you boys seen my makeup bag? I can't find it no where."

The boys sighed, already sick of the shenanigans, and pointed towards your room where every light was off.

Walking inside, April came in to see a singular lamp shining, with you underneath it writing inside of a black notebook.

"Hey Pink! Watcha doin sweetheart?" April nervously said, "It's pretty dark in here-"

"Writing down the names of my enemies. They need to suffer the pain I go through everyday, not only the physical- but the mental."

April wasn't really sure what you were going on about, but she spotted her makeup bag and dipped.

Donnie walked into your room, music blasting at goddam 3 in the morning.

"ARe yoU inSane!?!?" Donnie yelled as Ely Ottto raged over his voice.

"THIS IS THE REAL ME DONNIE! DEAL WITH ME!!!" You flipped him off, head banging as you jump up and down on the mattress. The plushies that were sitting on the bed even had black marker scribbled all over them.

This was too much damn noise! And quite frankly, very much overstimulating for this time of night for anyone to experience.

"Oh hoh hoh- no I AM NOT MISSY! YOU WILL TURN THIS MUSIC DOWN THIS INSTANT!"

"YOUR NOT MY DAD BOZO!" Like a child (*cough cough*) you blew a raspberry at him and turned the music up louder.

Donnie was twitching in anger as he disabled your speaker with a tap of a few buttons.

"I HATE YOU" You yelled, stomping towards him and pushing him out. Slamming the door, you screamed into your pillow (as if that would muffle the sound.)

Dear supreme pizza in the sky-

Oddly enough your behavior would also vary between people.

For example, you wouldn't take shit from Donnie, even if he was trying to help you, you would even go as far to make fun of him for no reason.

You would talk about your woes and suffering with April and Mikey, even when they didn't understand it half the time because it was ever on subject???

You simply just ignored Raph when he told you to do something.

And Leo, pray for his soul, would play along. Or even worse, bully you *kindly*

Leo was walking you to the park, walking with a crip like those bloxburg characters when you don't take a bath. His head was facing the concrete, set in a mock scowl, mimicking your own.

You rolled your eyes and walked faster, flipping the wig you bought.

Good thing it lasted for another two days, or everyone (not including Leo) would've blown their tops.

Man- had to get the rest of that brainrot out. phew~

heres part 2 btw

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faerie-veil · 6 months

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MASSIVE TMA AND TMAGP 10 SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

OKAY SO I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE THING WE ARE ALL ACTING LIKE PAVLOV DOGS OVER

*turns off caps lock*

From the ending bit of TMA, we know that the person who was in control of and listening to the tapes was annabelle cane, and by extention, tma's web, and we were just listening in on her literal webs.

Now in TMAGP, we don't know who is in control of how we're listening to everything happen. If it even is a who in the first place. It's just computer sounds, calling(ish????) people to listen in, and supposedly cameras from the specific sounds??

But, in TMAGP 10, we had a tape.

If the tape segment were a separate episode on it's own, it would be very easy to assume that whoever is listening to the tapes (spider) is separate from whoever is listening through the computer.

BUT IT WAS NOT IN A SEPERATE EPISODE.

IT WAS IN A PART OF ANOTHER EPISODE.

So this means one of three things that I can think of:

Annabelle is not separate from computer person

The tape segment was impossible to turn into its own episode

Episodes just don't matter for different perspectives

All of these seem equally possible, aside from maybe 3 which both doesn't sound fun but also doesn't sound likely. And this would explain where Annabelle is, if not with Jon, Martin, and (probably)Jonah. She didn't become part of the system because she wasn't in the panopticon. She was over at archives Hill Top Road (which 100% exists in this universe in some capacity). And she definitely isn't in the system in some other way because then she would have no feasible way of accessing the tape(s) aside from some bullshit bluetooth-esque tech.

Conclusion: SPIDER LADY IS PROBABLY REAL AND ALSO PROBABLY THE PERSPECTIVE WE LISTEN FROM AGAIN LIKE IN TMA

#im not smart so this is probably wrong but i just had to word this out #tma #tmagp #tmagp 10 #tmagp spoilers #tma spoilers

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fellthemarvelous · 9 months

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Has everyone in the Good Omens fandom seen Shaun of the Dead?

(I tweeted this and then screenshot it because I had more to say. Also if you haven't seen the Thriller music video by Michael Jackson then you're missing out.)

It is very important to know that if you've seen Staged, you know that Simon Pegg and Nick Frost were both on the show together in one episode. They are just as close to each other as David and Michael are to each other.

Here is when Shaun and Ed finally notice something weird might be going on.

They have no idea why this woman was showing up in their backyard and they just assume she is drunk. They were so drunk the previous night (Liz dumped Shaun) they don't realize they witnessed one woman completely bite a man's head off or realize that the person moaning back in reply to the song they were singing was actually a zombie.

Ed literally took the time to find one of those ancient cameras we had to use before the invention of the smartphone. And we know that everyone with a smart phone these days would be doing the exact same thing if this was happening right now.

But Shaun also has this girlfriend, Liz,

who is always third-wheeling on dates with her own boyfriend because Ed is never not with them. And the truth is that Shaun needs to make a choice because he can't have both, and Liz really loves him back just as much as he loves her, but Ed is basically Shaun's shadow.

Shaun and Ed begin a noble quest to save Shaun's mum (his stepdad was bitten by a zombie so it becomes necessary to kill him too but there is a flaw in their plan because Philip is still alive by the time they get to the house and Shaun isn't going to kill a living person so they have to add him to the car), to save Liz (only to realize David and Di are still with her and they don't want to be left behind so they get added to the tiny car), and to go to The Winchester (Shaun and Ed's favorite pub and the bane of Liz's existence) because it's sturdy with heavy doors and a rifle behind the counter.

And then all hell breaks loose because Philip finally turns into a zombie in the car, and it's Philip's car that Ed stole because he really wanted to drive it because it was a classic and the child safety locks are still on in the back.

They end up having to abandon the car after locking Philip in it.

They finally reach the pub by acting like zombies and hoping the other zombies don't notice.

And if you have never seen this scene, it's the funniest part of the entire movie. It's iconic, and it happens to "Don't Stop Me Now" by Queen. (Warning: this is still very much a zombie movie)

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In the end, Ed gets bitten and later sacrifices himself to the other zombies so Liz and Shaun can escape a little easier.

And then at the very end Shaun is letting zombie Ed live in his and Liz's shed and they still play video games together, and even if Ed tries to bite him from time to time, Shaun yells at him and zombie Ed goes back to playing video games.

It still got the happy ending of a romantic comedy, and we never actually learn what caused the zombie breakout, and the zombie's best friend is taking care of him in the shed of the backyard where he and Liz will live happily ever after (we hope).

The movie ends with the song "You're My Best Friend" by Queen.

Also note: Liz's best friend Di is the only other one in their group to survive the zombie apocalypse but you only find out how if you watch the special features.

I think we need to be looking at Shaun of the Dead a bit closer.

And Hot Fuzz ("surrender the angle" is an easter egg from it), also starring Simon Pegg and Nick Frost. It's hilarious too.

The apocalypse is happening all around Aziraphale and Crowley, but we didn't notice because we were watching it through the lens of a romantic comedy. Meanwhile, Hell is overcrowded and Furfur set zombies loose on Earth in back in 1941.

#good omens #good omens meta #shaun of the dead #parallels #simon pegg #nick frost #Youtube

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animebw · 8 months

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So The Woman Called Fujiko Mine feels like an argument against itself.

I don't mean that in broad metaphorical terms. I mean that this show quite literally looks into the camera and tells you that the very concept behind it is bullshit. It's a grim and gritty re-imagining of Lupin III that seems to regard grim and gritty re-imaginings as little more than contrived nonsense, something hastily slapped onto a perfectly fine piece of media with no regard for what makes that media work in the first place. I don't think I've ever seen a more purposefully self-defeating work of fiction in my life.

What do I mean by this? Well, the basis of this show seems to be explaining the backstory of Fujiko Mine, the Lupin franchise's resident femme fatale cat burglar. What kind of experiences, it asks, would lead someone to sleeping and stealing their way through life? And this being a supposed grim and gritty re-imagining with Naked Titties and Fucking, the answer it comes to is, of course, horrific sexual trauma. The final arc descends into this ludicrously overcomplicated conspiracy involving hallucinogenic drugs, human experimentation, possibly actual magic, all to explain how Fujiko was horribly abused as a child and repressed those awful memories through a life of cheap sex and fancy trinkets. Even the OP screams this point at the start of every episode: "The act of stealing lets her forget everything and keep her memories at a safe distance." She covers herself in jewels and men as if they can hide her shameful, scarred body from the horrors it was forced to endure, a lifetime of cheap thrills to escape the pain of her womanhood.

Except just when you think the whole conspiracy justifying this backstory can't get any more complicated, it overcomplicates itself even further to reveal that none of this actually happened. Turns out, Fujiko's repressed trauma memories were false memories implanted in her when she was already an adult as part of some roundabout cry for help from the actual victim. And in fact, Fujiko was already a sex-loving, treasure-grabbing femme fatale by the time those false memories were put in her. Not because of trauma, but because she just likes having sex and stealing things. And I'm not exaggerating when I say she all but looks the audience in the face and outright says, "See? Isn't it stupid and condescending trying to force a contrived rape narrative onto a female character just because she likes sex? Why can't I just be a bombshell who loves what she does without having to feel ashamed of it? Or does it only count as feminism if characters like me have to suffer for our sexiness?"

It's a genuinely wild subversion that feels a decade ahead of its time. But therein lies the problem: you still have to sit through a mostly straightforward grim and gritty deconstruction to get to the point where it points out how stupid most grim and gritty deconstructions are. And if the point was to criticize those kinds of stories just by being an example of one, well, all I can say is that it succeeded. It absolutely feels at times like a pointlessly dark and edgy paint job slapped on top of a story for the sake of feeling "mature" when all that really means is lots of rape and uncomfortable sexual hangups. Did I mention there's a Class S episode where Fujiko becomes the teacher at an all-girls school and proceeds to have affairs with multiple of her students? Because that happens, and I could feel my skin trying to crawl off my body the entire time.

Like I said in an earlier post, this isn't fanservice in the traditional sense. In fact, with the ending reveal in mind, the presentation and execution is almost maddeningly confrontational, as if daring you not to see it for the cheap shock value it is. You can almost hear Yamamoto and Okada laughing behind the scenes as you scramble to find an explanation for why all this misery porn needed to exist, only for the show itself to say "Actually, yeah, this was all pretty tasteless and crass, who would actually want Fujiko's story to be like this?" But it's still a frustrating fucking show to watch in the moment because all that possibly intentional metafictional subversion just reads as straight-up boring edgy grimdark before you're shown the man behind the curtain. Or, woman behind the curtain. Whatever.

I dunno, I don't think I can give this one a proper score. 5/10, I guess? Ask me in a few months and see if that's changed at all. For now, I'm more than happy to polish off my Yamamoto back catalogue and move onto something else. Which 2013 show will take its place, I wonder?

#anime #tabw #the anime binge watcher #the woman called fujiko mine #lupin the third #lupin III #2012 aniwatch

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pencil-peach · 11 months

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G Witch Onscreen Text: Episode 11

This is part TWELVE!!! Of my attempt to transcribe and discuss all the onscreen text in G Witch (and also just to talk about things I think are cool.) We have reached Episode 11: The Witches from Earth.

<<Click here to go back to Episode 10!

I have to hide..! (Under the cut)

So before we start, I had forgotten to mention something rather important in the last episode, that being that in the final scene with Prospera and Delling, we get a look at Quiet Zero (Or perhaps, the components that were being stored at Plant Quetta.)

We can see that the progress of this component is at 89%, almost completely finished. Bel comments later when she confronts Prospera that Aerial wouldn't need a permet score of 8 to complete Delling's original plans for Quiet Zero, and we can see that here, considering the machine is almost done.

Prospera also just outright gives Delling Aerial's Permet Score 6 data, telling him that with it, Quiet Zero can proceed to its final stage. I think it's really important to remember that the attack on Plant Quetta was not something Prospera had expected, especially with it having been done with Lfrith models. Her original plan was probably just to have Aerial reach Permet 8 and then just like. Kill Delling and take over Quiet Zero. (Maybe torture him a little. For fun.)

But the existence of the Lfrith models threw a wrench in that plan. A majority of her actions in season 2 were done in order to locate and destroy the source of the Lfriths, because the existence of an army of Gundams was a threat to Quiet Zero.

Anyway, speaking of the Lfriths, did you know that the show's OP changes slightly depending on what's happening in the story?

At the start of the show, this scene has Delling appear, and he fades out into Prospera.

But starting with episode 7's OP, shadowy images of Ur and Thorn appear behind Delling, and then disappear before Prospera fades in.

And in Episode 11 - 12, the scene is completely different, showing clearer images of Ur and Thorn, with Sophie and Norea appearing in front of them, turning to the camera.

Also, did you notice that the Ur and Thorn are color coded to Sophie and Norea, but backwards? Ur is colored like Norea, but is piloted by Sophie. Thorn is colored like Sophie, but piloted by Norea.

You'll have to excuse me, I'll probably be spending a lot of time talking about non text stuff as this episode is actually incredibly light on text...

In the opening scenes where the Earth House kids have just reached Plant Quetta, you can see Miorine silently moving away from everybody in both of these shots. Since our perspective is with Suletta for a majority of their conflict, we don't get to see a lot of Miorine's side, but I think it shows in these little moments. She doesn't understand why Suletta is acting so strange and it's frustrating her, so she's just avoiding her and hoping she sorts herself out.

A lot of their behavior in this episode is reminiscent of what they were like before they'd met each other.

Norea is sketching Thorn's face. Damn she's really good...I tried to draw Aerial one time and I got so mad I had to go bed early.

It's an understated thing but it's truly sad to me that Guel is nearly killed trying to defend the honor of his father's company in this scene, not knowing that his father was the one who provided them to the Dawn of Fold.

TEXT: T.S. - TO - D.O.F SYNC MAIN CONTROL SYSTEM MIGRATION: COMPLETED

This is the display shown on the monitor of the DOF member who hacks into its systems.

My best guesses as to the meaning of the acronym are: TERMINAL SYSTEM TO DAWN OF FOLD SYNC TRANSPORT SHIP TO DAWN OF FOLD SYNC TS might also stand for the name of the ship, which we don't know.

We get a look at the Earth House Space Ship's Map Data here, aptly titled EARTH HOUSE SPACE SHIP It's got everything. Two Cargo Unloading hatches, one at the Fore and Aft of the ship, 8 Mobile Suit Hatches across the middle, an Airlock, a Cieling Hatch, and a Bridge..! So cool...

I really love this scene where Nika and Miorine are talking about Suletta. I love how Miorine is just mostly confused the whole time. Cause she really just doesn't understand.

When Miorine says she'll send Suletta a video about Aerial, Nika asks why she can't tell her herself. And she replies, "Why?" Like, "Why would I do that? There's something bugging her, and she doesn't want to talk, so I'll just send her a video about it instead."

And when Nika asks her what happened between her and Suletta, she says "Don't say it like I did wrong." Like she probably didn't even assume there was a problem between them to begin with. In her mind she didn't DO anything, so what issue could there possibly be if nothing happened?

"Not everyone can be like you, Miorine." Nika concludes, and Miorine just says, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Miorine's never really met anybody like Suletta before. When she has a problem, she'll make it clear when she does. She's completely confident, and not afraid to stand up for herself, but Suletta isn't like that. At her worst, she can be frustratingly timid and scared, and won't say if she has a problem so as to not make any trouble for people. There are 5 days between the end of Episode 10 and the start of episode 11, and that whole time Suletta was probably acting really weird and avoidant, and Miorine probably just assumed if she needed something, she'd tell her. So she just left her alone.

That's why their eventual collision is so nice. They're communicating their needs.

I think it's really nice how Kenanji gained weight because it's been 20 years since Vanadis and it's treated as completely fine. Like yeah people tease him for it or are surprised when they see him but it's not presented by the story itself as like, a fall from grace or him letting himself go. He's still a strong and capable pilot, and he's still fully confident in himself. He just got fat. It happens !

(Also the delivery of the workers on "CAPTAIN KENANJI?!!?!" is another one of my favorite comedic line deliveries in the show.)

We also see in this scene where Jeturk's plant patrol fleet (Wormblood) are during the incident. They're heading towards the moon.

The completely emotionless way Prospera delivers this line haunts my fucking dreams. What's she thinking here? What is it about Suletta and the rest of GUND-ARM finally bringing to fruition Cardo Nabo's dream that fills her with such apathy? Such disdain? Is she bitter that it's the daughter of her family's killer that's bringing that dream to reality? Is it a constant reminder of the path she didn't, couldn't take? Is it the fact that the technology that could have saved her daughter's life wasn't allowed to be pursued until it was far too late?

Is she having to reckon with the infinitesimally small doubt remaining in her mind that maybe, just maybe, she did the wrong thing?

When Suletta calls Prospera on the phone, she tells her where they are, and that Suletta should come to see them. When Suletta starts running away from Miorine, she runs in the direction of C Block, towards her mother. (We know this because the rest of the Earth House students, which is where she started, aren't in C block when it gets disconnected from the rest of the plant.)

You should rewatch this scene and see how many times Miorine eats shit on a wall. Also this is one of my all time favorite Miorine frames. She is a kind of creature here.

TEXT: (Monitor) ELECTROMAGNETIC SPECTRUM CAMOFLAUGE SYSTEM OPERATIONAL

(Notebook)BIOINFO: IDENTIFIED PMET LINK: CONNECTED DESULTOR

Here we see the cloaking program Olcott, Bessie, and Gristan used to get close to Plant Quetta.

We also see what the Info on an unregistered Mobile Suit looks like, only displaying the status of the pilot and the MS.

Here we get a look at the control room for the plant. It's got a cool hologram...

The Desultors also launch COMP-JAM-PODS, which disables all normal comms within a wide area, and is why the DOF switch to a hopping transmission after launching them.

Here we see in the hallways that there are STRICTLY ENFORCED SPEED LIMITS (of 15b) within the hallways of Plant Quetta. (At least in C block.)

But when the Emergency Starts, all the signs change to EMERGENCY B1, with a reminder to PLEASE CHECK YOUR REGISTERED DEVICES, presumably for the B1 emergency procedures.

TEXT: EMERGENCY PLEASE EVACUATE EMERGENCY B1 OUT OF SERVICE COMMUNICATIONS NETWORK UNAVAILABLE TARGET AREA: Throughout PLANT QUETTA ACTION REQUESTED: Please put on suit and take shelter immediately. EVACUATION GUIDANCE: Please refer to faculty map below for locations of emergency evacuation suits and designated shelters for each block. C BLOCK MAP PLANT QUETTA Safety Control Center

The emergency alert sent out by the safety control center to everyone in the plant.

When Sophie and Norea prepare to disconnect C Block from the rest of the plant, the command prompt that appears on the monitor is C-BLOCK PLANT QUETTA PURGE.

Also, it goes without saying, but the Monitor UI and cockpit layout of Ur and Thorn are nearly identical to that of the base Lfrith models, complete with the real time Monitoring System updates on the lefthand side of the screen.

That's all for now! Wow...next episode will be the end of the first season...we've really come a long way haven't we..?

I...I'm glad we made this journey together....it means a lot to me that you've stuck with me for so long....(blushing a little)

Unfortunately I have reached the dreaded image limit...so I have no gift to share...forgive me....

Click here to go to Episode 12...if you want..>>

O--Or you could..go to the Masterpost...!

#g witch #gundam the witch from mercury

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The Other Side of Drew

TW: rough sex. DominantDrew! Language. Degrading Language. Edging. Teasing.

SUMMARY: Drew decides to teach you a lesson when your teasing goes a bit too far…

WORD COUNT: 1500

*Requested*

The Other Side of Drew

Drew could not be any more different than the roles he played before a camera. Portraying the archetypes of men controlled by their vices, lacking the ability to differentiate between right and wrong by the acts of selfish indifference, he rivaled this to every degree. And for the most part, you favored this as he was chivalrous and kind, always a source of comfort and reliability, where others in your past would abuse your loyalty, which you gave tenfold to your amorous boyfriend.

However, you also couldn’t help but tease him because of this. The way he would take his time, thoroughly and efficiently, always left you satisfied with the perfect hum of an orgasm remaining for some time well after the sweat had dried. And yet, you wanted more. Specifically, you wanted to see what existed beneath this sweetness…

And so you set the stage. His favorite shampoo lingering through your locks in loose tendrils and a high bun so he could apply pecks across your neck as he loved to do every so often to take in your scent. A dress complimenting your figure to every degree wrapped around the frame he knew well, now harbored his beloved set of lingerie in preparation for his discovery. You ensured you were as angelic and mouth watering to him, having taken notes throughout your relationship to just what it was he loved most about you, before appearing to him as a vision as you made your way out of the back bedroom. He had only remained invested in his cufflinks for a second before you came to view.

“Shit…” Although it had been your intention to garner such a reaction, to hear it made you grin a schoolgirl smile as you never got tired of making him speechless.

“I don’t know if I’m going to be able to focus on anything except you in this dress…” He moved behind you in the mirror set just beside the door, the same one harboring your keys, as you reached to apprehend them with a playful eye roll playing back to you in the reflection, "Maybe have to bend you over one of those tables right then and there…"

“Not like you'd actually do anything about it…" You teased, casting bedroom eyes to him in the mirror as he raised his brows in consideration of your challenge.

"Don't think I will?"

You turned to him, hand to his chest, before offering a confident smile.

"You're too…soft. Sweet." Your choice of words had become blows to his ego, that amusement fading to something you'd never seen before, spread across his face.

"You're too gentle, you'd never do anything rough-"

His jaw cocked to the side as he slowly nodded, taking the keys from your hand, before leading you down the steps of your apartment. For a moment, you'd questioned if you'd really hurt him as he did take pride in knowing your sex life was satisfactory. The question weighed heavy on you as you would turn to address him, feeling him take you against the open wall opposite the one with the railing, before taking his hand to your next.

"THIS too soft for you, baby?" He asked while applying a small amount of pressure to test the limitations of this kink while you kept your eyes to him with renewed excitement.

"How about THIS?!" He grunted while taking your hand to his pants, unbuckling his belt and leasing you to his shaft, fully prepared to take you when the moment would beckon.

"You wanna tease me, sweetheart? Huh? Tell me I'm too soft? Tell me I won't do it because I am too gentle? Maybe not at a restaurant with our friends, but we're alone now, aren't we?" There was something almost sinister in his voice to this remark, as if for a moment he was no longer Drew but one of those morally gray characters he portrayed. And it thrilled you to be on the receiving end of it.

"Drew…" Your eyes shot in both directions of the steps as he moved quickly to the lower steps, reaching beneath your dress, and removing your panties. But instead of burying himself inside of you as he may have in any other instance, he carried them to your mouth.

"Open-"

"Drew-" At the utterance of his name, the fabric was forced beyond your lips.

"I'll take them out when I want to hear you talk. Until then, I'm gonna show you JUST how gentle I can be-" You were turned against the wall, absent any form of solace for a grip, as he bent you forward until his cock became aligned with your folds.

"Are you this wet because you know how hard I'm gonna fuck you or because you want everyone to hear you come?" He asked this as more of a rhetorical question as you moaned at the idea.

"That's the difference, baby. The gentle and sweet Drew would have spent hours making sure you were fully satisfied. Eating you out for however long it took before you were shaking…fingers curling JUST right-" Your nails clawed against the wall as you were desperate for even a second of what he spoke of, but his torments continued.

"And finally when I was throbbing from watching you moan like that for me, arching your back from all that pleasure…I'd make love to you. Because that's what a sweet…and gentle boyfriend does-" You groaned as he kept a hand to your back before pulling your hair to leave you at somewhat of a bend so he could speak to you with this display of dominance.

"But that's not what you're gonna get. You want rough and wild? Then that's that's you'll fucking get-" He was inside of you without the usual care of a slow insertion.

As if now a wild animal let loose in the wild, he was untamed and animated, pumping in selfishness against the absence of your pleas. Drew was always attentive to share those sensations. If you were on your knees for him, he was using his foot between your legs, if you were riding him, he was playing with your sensitive nipples to increase your pleasure. But for now, he remained devoted to his release and his alone.

"This what you wanted? Huh baby? So rough you can't fucking speak?" He teased as the panties remained in your mouth.

"You want to fucking toy eith me? Tease me?" You attempted to lower your head for some form of stability, before feeling him pull you tighter.

"THIS. IS. WHAT. YOU. FUCKING. GET." He spoke each word with a cruel thrust, slowly pulling out of you, only to continue in repetition until you his point now hung on the air.

Your pleas were muffled beneath the panties, bringing him to tear them away as you gasped for breath.

"Better make it quick, I'm losing my fucking patience-"

"Please Drew!"

"Oh, you wanna come, don'tcha sweetheart? Want me to rub your poor little clit?" He teased this, drawing circles just beyond the nerves he knew needed such a release as his words sounded sincere enough, at least they would have been if not for the sinister smirk that followed his question. Still you nodded through your whimpered, hoping it would be enough to convince him to take pity on you, but he was reveling in his torment of you.

"That's what a gentle boyfriend would do…he'd make it soft and giving…make love…" You nodded.

"But I'm fucking you. Because you wanted this. Because you challenged me. Because I'm NOT fucking gentle. I'm not fucking soft. And I will take you whenever the fuck I want, whenever I want!" His words became cold and harsh as he spent himself inside of you, a quickening pace through the utterance of words and clenched teeth, bringing him to this edge as you were winded before him.

"And NOW we're gonna be late.." He groaned, leaving you behind as you found it difficult to walk, let alone follow behind him. But once you had, you found him waiting by the passenger side of the car, holding it open with annoyance for having to wait even longer.

"I didn't mean-" You were sheepish, tears in your eyes from a denied orgasm, as he looked at you as if indifferent.

"I want you to think about it the rest of the night…how easily I could make you come…but I won't. Because that would mean I was soft…"

"You're perfect-" He silenced you with a kiss and a hand to your jaw.

"If you manage to behave, maybe I'll make it worth it…" He slipped your ass as he moved to the driver's side of the truck before you were forced to endure this 'punishment'. As always, Drew didn't do anything half-assed and this was no exception…

Taglist: @hopebaker @iovdrew @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets @lovedetlost @trikigirl271

#drew starkey x reader #drew starkey smut #drew starkey #obx #outer banks

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