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They were ruthless with her, vicious, sinful, drawing sounds from her body that could only be akin to animal sacrifice. Small squeals. Whines. Breathy whines, then breathless whines.
They’d only made noise a few times themself, a grunt of exertion or a gasp of curiosity. Not that she could hear much, anyways, far too distracted by finding her bearings in a blanket of shadows upon shadows. They had hummed in delight when taking off her clothes, seeing her petite figure fragile and weak, stained here and there by specks of iron. It did nothing but motivate, though, as it appears her captor had no other intentions with her naked body. Maybe they were bored already, attention drawn to other places.
or: noelle is clay, and kris is an artist.
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In this current moment, where this scenario is undoubtedly happening with or without Mateo’s permission, he is wholly afraid. But even so, Mateo remains a firm masochist. He takes selfish pleasure in being dominated, mind and body. He likes when the control is taken from him, where he is left writhing, preferably in pain, tear-stained cheeks bruised rouge. A large part of him thrives under the smoke. A large part of him likes this. He likes it too much, so he looks up and hopes it’ll cure itself.
It only feeds the fire more.
His pleading eyes do nothing to help himself, and his eyes lock with his apex predator. Lurid violet gazes at him, lion to gazelle. Mateo could squint and see that behind those eyes is pure mania, pinging brighter as he places himself in a state of victimhood.
"Suck harder." Iso groans, reaching for his belt.
"Open your eyes choking on his breath
Choking on his breath, you grimace then smile
Take a toke of his wet cigarette
He picks your brains, you stub it on his chest"
- GLASS ANIMALSor: gekko gets what he wanted after all.
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Rage clouded her mind, driving her mad over the least visible things.
She saw it pour out of his body too, out of his forehead and onto the pavement. His rage was red, lumpy, and curdled.
His voice echoes, asking if she will take care of him too.
She tries.
"I'll find a way
I'm confused some
But I think I can try
I will save your life
I will save your life
I'll try for you"
- DEFTONESor: viper can't take any more loss.
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denji and asa experience life in a train carriage and maybe the sun shining proves rainy days only last as long as you let them.
or: to be loved is to be changed.
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Strong arms pull her away, condemning her thrashing and sobbing. They pull her far away, although it feels like she's right next to him still. A gruff voice tells her that it will be dealt with. She doesn't want it to be dealt with. She doesn't want him to be dealt with, because there should be nothing to deal with. The voice says nothing.
But she breathes. She inhales into a palm pushing a mask into her face. Somehow, she takes another breath, then another, and she shakes from almost knocking herself out. It's more than the oxygen she needed.
"Why am I wallowing in you?
Why are familiar arms so comforting?
This thing called love is so bitter
and cheap gin is so tasteless, why?""Why am I addicted to poison?
Why are new embraces so exciting?
Cheap gin is so bitter
and love is tasteless, why?"
- BIBIor: sabine experiences all stages of grief at once, waking up to graphic nightmares every night of the death of her lover. there is someone special there to help her through it, familiar arms to comfort her. [why we fight cinematic]