definitely not cute

the idea of a woman going through my tumblr, eventually finding my other socials and figuring out where i live and what i like and exactly how to make me trust her...

and then flying out to me and staging a little meet cute at a bar. we talk and flirt and she's getting bolder and coming on stronger the longer our conversation goes on...

i'm already barely keeping it together, a little more tipsy than i'm comfortable with. and then she slides a hand up my thigh and her nails press into my skin a little too hard, and she tells me i'm going to follow her to the bathroom now.

if i was smarter i wouldn't blindly trust someone i just met, but by the time i start second guessing if this is a good idea she's already shoving me into the last stall and locking the door behind us.

she pins me to the wall face-first with my arms behind my back and leans close. asking me if i really thought i wouldn't get what's coming to me for posting the filthy shit i do. turning me around to face her and shoving me into the wall by the throat.

i try to push her off and she just laughs and gives me a hard slap across the face. again. again. another one. i'm too disoriented to keep fighting. she's asking me if it feels like i imagined, mocking how wet i probably am by now. and pulling my hair to force my face up so she can see how scared i look

she tells me i can fight her if i want, but she knows what i need. she's read all about it and she's a little disappointed i'm not more grateful. it's what i've been asking for, isn't it? she hits me again and tells me to thank her. when i don't say anything she presses her fingers into my throat and hits me harder. come on baby you can do it, say thank you.

i do and she tells me good girl, that wasn't so hard, was it? on your knees. i hesitate and she forces me down impatiently, prying my thighs apart with her boot. telling me how pathetic i look. unzips her pants and forces my head between her legs.

she's holding me by the hair so hard it's making me tear up and she tells me if i don't make her cum she'll kill me. i don't think she means it but she scares me enough that i don't want to find out. trying my best to make her feel good while more tears roll down my cheeks... when she's close she pushes my face into her harder and i can't breathe until i get her over the edge.

she lets go and i fall back against the wall. i'm still disoriented and catching my breath, and she crouches down to my level and lifts up my skirt and presses her fingers against the wet spot on my panties. laughs and says that's what she thought. runs a thumb across my bottom lip with her other hand, unexpectedly gentle.

telling me come on, you can't just let me do this to you, don't you have any self respect? making me struggle as hard as i can so you can show me that i'm powerless anyway - it's just more fun for you this way.

a few drinks in and we were talking about kinks. i mentioned something about knives and your eyes lit up.

the next thing i knew, you were tracing that shiny blade across my body, not enough to break skin..though you could if you wanted to.

cutting down the fabric of my dress, breasts spilling out and nipples already hard from the cold air. you could see it, the way my breath hitched.

my head tilting, baring my neck to you willingly as I felt the cool metal against the pulse point under my ear.

i know you wouldn’t hurt me..not really. you’d stop if i asked, but what if I didn’t want you to stop?

what if i lay there, still. feeling your fingers tug down my panties and swirl around my clit before pushing inside me, making me gasp. the sharp edge of the blade digging further into my flesh. not breaking skin, yet.

and what if, maybe, you dragged it down..down…until you were right where i needed you most. but this time, i didn’t move. not an inch, my breath coming in short pants. and despite myself i felt my legs spread involuntarily.

“stay still for me baby. can you do that?” you’d command, firm..but gentle. checking in. I’d nod, once, a sharp jerk of my chin. i was okay. i trusted you explicitly, even now.

you wouldn’t do it, but you could if you wanted to. completely at your mercy.

then, i’d feel it. not the blade, no. the rounded edge of the handle, stretching me out and i’d gasp. hips pressing down slowly, but you’d stop me.

Sorry but I got sick of scrolling through the notes on this on desktop and seeing all the red usernames marked by shinigami eyes reblogging this.

Girl that apologizes for all of that, says she was going through a lot figuring out she was gay and took it out on you and feels bad about it, so she buys you a few drinks to apologize.

Girl that feels really comfortable to be around after you notice you her turning away a few guys with a sharp glare so you can be alone with her.

Girl that offhandedly jokes that she can take you out back and give you one last wedgie "for old times sake"

Girl that looks confused when you get visibly blushy and flustered and moan like you need something when she places a hand on your back near your waistband.

Girl whose heartrate spikes when you accidentally let slip that youve been fantasizing about her doing that exact thing to you for the last 15 years.

Girl who smiles sadistically as she invites you back to her place so she can bully you the way she always wanted to back when she didnt know why she thought you were cute.

Girl that bounces you one single time because your panties are too cute and she doesnt wanna ruin them and stares in stunned silence as she finds out that thats all to make you cum your pretty little brains out.

Girl who cant stop herself from grinning while she listens to you apologize for it.