GET WOKE !

                       ‘   bullshit.  ‘           her words came out nearly as kai’s left his lips.      then there was that pause.      HE  WOULD  RIP  HER  APART    /     teeth bare and bloody.      winter knew that because she would do the same thing.       drag his head under the water and let him choke.      THEY  WERE UNABLE  TO  FEEL,      at least anything worth redemption,      and winter pulled off her clown mask from her face,        skin gleamed and make smeared,       she inhaled deeply,     and her eyes tore up at the blue mask.      he looked like an idiot,       but he also looked like a killer.       lower lip templed     FAIRYTALE  SLEEPING  BEAUTY      with a shake to her head.      ‘   don’t fucking lie to me.   not now.  ‘      instinctively her hand went up,     still clinging to a knife  that dripped with bright blood.   

we all are here

𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇,  the feeling of her nails sending madison further, her legs already shaking around winter’s body.    madison kneads the pillow with her fingernails, holding on as winter begins to play and touch with her thumb.    she stops, and madison looks down, red - faced, her makeup smudged under dark hazel eyes.    she’s blown from pleasure, but at winter’s demand, madison narrows her eyes.    for an instant, she wants to throw winter off of her.   i’m no one’s goddamn bitch.    but, as her hips have a life of their own, they arch for winter, her back taunt.   ❛❛      please,     ❜❜   madison says roughly, biting her bottom lip, gloss smeared from kissing, from making out with winter before this     ———      the pleasure still rolling through her body like wave, her body heated and wanting, the pulsating feeling of ache.    ❛❛      please,     ❜❜    she says again, before lowering her head back onto the small twin bed of the dorm, her eyes focused on the popcorn ceiling, her heels hanging off of the end of it.    madison’s hands tight on the pillow, she closes her ·eyes, breathing shallow as she, again, arches for winter, her desperate need and weak - will broken.    she wants the silver - haired girl, more than she’s wanted for a while, and while winter is a great fuck      ———     she knows that she’s also a little sick, a little twisted, someone that gets off more on power than anything else.    madison knows that feeling all too well, and she leans her head up again, watching winter, looking into her eyes.    ❛❛      fuck me,      ❜❜   she says, breathy and broken.

                            *     good girls.     its all they were meant to be.       a smirk curved over winter’s pink-painted mouth as she looked down at madison.          they were both a mess,       but somehow through the heat,            winter’s eyeliner still remained at a perfect point as she caught her expression.        vibration,          pitched perfect as silver hair stuck to her cheek and neck.       her hand slid back down at her words,     still looking into her eyes as she tried to figure out           all the ways that the andersons only daughter-------   needing them to be under her spell.         OBSESSION AND REPEAT.         but there was a spell somewhere    /     what was the magic of a movie star.     she leaned down and bite against her lower lip,                 tugging on it for the sake of circumstance and letting out a small groan to her mouth as she twisted her fingers against her.      ----------------sick fuck.      it won’t quit.

                               not even when she cooed out softly.            other hand slipped into madison’s hair and pulled it away from a picture-perfect face.          ❛❛    alright,   alright. . .     /    never said i wouldn’t  !      ❜❜          she tucked her mouth back down,     giving clothed hips a small kiss and nudge of her cheekbones.           WINTER   REMAINED  IN  COOL.         relaxed bitterness,     unable to disconnected from the act.        that’s where she envied the other,   -------   SHE  WAS  FEELING FREEDOM !!       (     what was that like?    )      she groaned and pulled her mouth back to her core,              sweat and stained thighs as her fingers pulled her legs even more open so she could tilt her head.   

kai doesn’t react at first,  his nose wrinkling as he hears her cough up something from deep in her lungs, the wet mucus disgusting him past words. sick.    it reminds him of his father, how he’d fall ill and helpless, pneumonia every winter that he and his mother would have to take care of.    the constant coughing, the constant hacking up of lung - fluid.    when winter spits on the remote, however, kai rolls his eyes, glancing over just in time to see her middle finger      ———      perfectly manicured     ———      sticking upward.    kai picks the remote up gingerly by thumb and forefinger, taking the edge of winter’s blanket and wiping it off, the sticky liquid causing him to frown, his face a perfect sculpture of disgust.    ❛❛      you sicken me,      ❜❜    he laments as he places the remote back on the table, still gentle.    he then gets up, walking around the sofa and up the stairs.    it takes him a moment, but he comes back with a can of lysol, and he sprays the remote, coating it in white, disinfectant foam.    ❛❛      you really do sicken me,      ❜❜    he continues, voice flat and dead, before he turns the can on winter, eyebrow quirked.    ❛❛      it says here that it kills ninety - nine percent of germs.    should we test that as a theory?      ❜❜

*   sick was the only time their mother would care for winter.      the only time she felt the touch of her mother’s fingers through her hair that was of the utmost comfort.       she didn’t try to push winter,    TUG HER CLOTHES   /    make her beautiful.       winter was allowed to just exist when she coughed,     and she wasn’t going to give it up.     ------SLIGHT STUNT!     and she refused to age beyond her father’s death.     it was easier that way.       and she smiled at her hard work and looked back the the screen,     stretching out her legs when kai left and feeling her bones crack as she did.       it wasn’t until he came back that she rolled her eyes.      ❛❛  fine.   ❜❜       she replied,     her body twisting to her back as the blanket wrapped tight around her,     holding her in place as she spoke once more,              ❛❛     let’s go.   ❜❜      dramatics,     that was the two,    and he she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as she waited for the spray of the bottle.     a challenge--------    

𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐒,  her black - painted fingernails digging into winter’s silver - toned hair.    ❛❛      yeah,      ❜❜   she whispers, hips arching every so often to get more, more, more friction.    ❛❛      faster,     ❜❜    madison’s eyes flutter, mascara - lashes brushing her red velvet cheeks.    she’s panting a bit, legs up and around winter’s shoulders, toes curling in her stilettos.    it’s pleasure     ———     pure pleasure, and as madison begins to arch harder, blonde hair spilled on winter’s comforter like spilled honey, she gasps.    ❛❛      don’t fucking stop.    ❛❛    her tights are torn, and she’s exposed, the cool air hitting her hot skin in a way that’s delicious, and she can feel the warmth of winter’s body against her.    madison closes her eyes tightly, one hand reaching up to grab at the pillow above her head.    /    @nannydearest

               *      hot paradise,       and winter should be been more preoccupied  about the job she had to do the next morning.      rather than the woman that tipped her legs open for her.      nails dragged against under her thigh,       and everything she did was perfected in a way that winter rather not burden the movie star with!         IT WAS IN A LESS GLAMOUR DORM--------        perhaps not a preferred location but the small bed was enough for the wilted bone-brittle bodies as winter’s pink mouth ran across the pinker core.      DEEP KISSING,      clever eyes,     winter’s still nearly dressed body watched the plead of     DON’T-STOPS.     

                               so she did the thing he asked her not to do.     her hand grasped her thigh,     pulling it off her shoulder and dragged her body closer to her.    hand slipped up the skin,    and her thumb slowly started to play in rounded circles,      and she rested her cheek against her thigh as she looked up at her with a smirk.      IT  WAS  GOOD    /    to get someone so weak for her.        ❛❛    SAY PLEASE.   ❜❜      her words sounded like a demand,    not a coo.     and brows lifted as she waited.    would she slip?