Send a sentence and a muse and I’ll write a drabble or starter for it. Warning! Derogatory language and name calling!
“You’re so tight around me, baby, it feels so good.”
“Where do you want me to cum, sweetheart?”
“I’ve been looking forward to fucking you all day.”
“I can’t stop thinking about your cock inside of me.”
“Your slutty mouth feels so nice around my cock.”
“Your nipples are awfully sensitive…”
“I’m going to pump you full of my cum.”
“Get over here and sit on my face.”
“I’ll be the 6 and you be the 9.”
“Your ass looks amazing in those panties.”
“Send me a picture of you touching yourself.”
“Cum inside me, fill me up…“
“I’m putting a plug in you so you’ll have to feel my cum inside of you all day.”
“Your pretty face is so lovely covered in my cum.”
“I went lingerie shopping just for you…”
“Use those pretty feet to get me off.”
“I touched myself while thinking of you.”
“Fuck me until I can’t think anymore!”
“Swallow every last drop or I won’t let you cum.”
“Fuck yourself on your fingers for me.”
“You’re my little whore.”
“Beg for my cock like the little slut you are.”
“Spread your legs so I can watch my cum drip out of you.”
“I’ve never cum so hard in my life.”
“Show me those nice tits of yours.”
“How many loads can you take?”
“What would (insert name) say if they saw you like this?”
“Ride their cock while I watch.”
“That actually feels…really good…”
“You scratched the shit out of me…do it again.”
“I want to eat you out until you’re screaming my name.”
“Slip those panties to the side and let me fuck you.”
“I’m so fucking wet for you, baby.”
“Lick up your mess, slut.”
———❝ WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST FUCKING SAY ABOUT ME, you little bitch? i’ll have you know i graduated top of my class in the navy seals, and i’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on al-quaeda, and i have over 300 confirmed kills. i am trained in gorilla warfare and i’m the top sniper in the entire us armed forces. you are nothing to me but just another target. i will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this earth, mark my fucking words. you think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the internet? think again, fucker. as we speak i am contacting my secret network of spies across the usa and your ip is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. the storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. you’re fucking dead, kid. i can be anywhere, anytime, and i can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. not only am i extensively trained in unarmed combat, but i have access to the entire arsenal of the united states marine corps and i will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. if only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. but you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. i will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. you’re fucking dead, kiddo. ❞
❛ That was amazing… How in the world did you do that? ❜ / @faustium♡’ d
———❝ WHAT DO YOU MEAN?dropping the damn thing down the cliff or retrieving it? ❞ the man hoped he hadn’t seen him lift his phone in mid-air and hands free. turning, he noted first the look on the stranger’s face, then how the sun seemed to illuminate it at an angle. dipping below the trees, the orange hue told more about the time than his shattered phone seemed to. it was getting late.
❝ you got a flashlight? i think the one on my phone is busted. ❞
“It’s ALL part of the FUN! Isn’t that right folks? HA HA HA if you remembered it wouldn’t be as entertaining! For us, at least.” Alan tapped his foot as the contestant scrolled through the numerous options, giving a shrug when he inquired about the color of his chosen ability. “Red not GOOD ENOUGH for you, hm? SURE WHY NOT! Pick a color, any color!”
———❝ SOMETHING THAT MATCHES MY EYES. is green too tacky? ❞ a fluttering of lashes as the screen before him opened another tab. selecting from a set of colors, the man chose his desired emerald. his own abilities did not grant him the same option of choice, but the green inferno ( which had become somewhat of a brand for him ) seemed only natural for inquiry.
———❝ YOUR GERMAN IS IMPECCABLE. i was surprised when you said you were english. ❞ it was a smile he had spent time perfecting. folding over sleeves and hanging merchandise, the tailor hadn’t even intended to be at the small berlin shop that day. it was a small business located at the former east side of the city, a shop he’d created in his twenties and passed on to friends and employees. his managing assistant had called in sick that day, along with three of his employees. something didn’t seem right — he hadn’t closed for that very reason.
❝ you said you were a tailor as well? in german, that word translates to a cutter. tell me, sir… what is it that you cut? ❞
i didn’t know who matthias was but wow am i baffled ?? he looks so cool as the red baron, i think i’ll need to watch this movie. AND hello, friend, we haven’t interacted yet, we need to !!
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