[ w's watched her knives disappear into bodies hundreds upon thousands of times but this is definitely the first time it's made her mouth water. the absolute audacity of this random rhodes island chump to change her working relationship with a solid underhand thrust; she'll probably never be able to shank anyone again without her ears ringing with the echo of that feral sound lappland makes. now it goes straight to her gut, makes her hold lappland that much tighter, her thighs clutching around one of those wide-splayed legs.
even though she asked for all that, w has to raise her brows in astonishment; lappland's not just any random rhodes island chump, she definitely knows exactly who she's begging all this twisted shit from. she very much knows that w is the one person who would absolutely fucking do it, and it's wild to hear the words babble out of her with such fanatic enthusiasm. wild and refreshing, honestly, maybe it's nice to be appreciated for her talents for once. ]
You're outta your fucking mind. I'd never let you go out with one measly little bang. A nasty freak like you I'd wanna blow piece by piece, til all I've got left is this foul fucking mouth. Hah! I wonder what you'd be begging for then.
[ the knife isn't exactly huge, true, and w's fingers are too slick with wolf cum to keep a good grip on it anyway. she has better luck just sinking in those, too, shoving the hilt still deeper with every rough thrust of them, and lappland herself can decide if it feels worse or better when she's buried up to her knuckles and that jagged, broken edge is bottomed out. maybe it's not possibly sharp enough to cut deeper than that, but the furious digging w's giving her would be the thing to do it if it were. ]
Be a shame to gag you and miss out on all the wild shit you spew, but I'm in a great mood. You wanna suck on one of my bombs? You got it.
[ maybe she's growing a little fond of that mouth, even as her nails cinch around lappland's jaw and steer it towards her hard-locking teeth. she shreds lappland's lip, pleased by the sweet tang of thick blood but what she wants most of all is the disease within it, those little originium molecules that sing with explosive potential on her tongue. she spits a wad of it back into lappland's mouth for good measure, though she's got plenty enough juice to give lappland what she wants.
black smoke rises as that hand around lappland's throat works, and something warm and steely will begin to grow heavy upon her tongue, swallowing the blood to take shape into a perfectly sized bomb to gag her with. w's already taunting her: ]
Don't bite down too hard. If you stain this dress, I'm gonna do some really horrible things to whatever's left of you.
cw nobody should read this shit ever
even though she asked for all that, w has to raise her brows in astonishment; lappland's not just any random rhodes island chump, she definitely knows exactly who she's begging all this twisted shit from. she very much knows that w is the one person who would absolutely fucking do it, and it's wild to hear the words babble out of her with such fanatic enthusiasm. wild and refreshing, honestly, maybe it's nice to be appreciated for her talents for once. ]
You're outta your fucking mind. I'd never let you go out with one measly little bang. A nasty freak like you I'd wanna blow piece by piece, til all I've got left is this foul fucking mouth. Hah! I wonder what you'd be begging for then.
[ the knife isn't exactly huge, true, and w's fingers are too slick with wolf cum to keep a good grip on it anyway. she has better luck just sinking in those, too, shoving the hilt still deeper with every rough thrust of them, and lappland herself can decide if it feels worse or better when she's buried up to her knuckles and that jagged, broken edge is bottomed out. maybe it's not possibly sharp enough to cut deeper than that, but the furious digging w's giving her would be the thing to do it if it were. ]
Be a shame to gag you and miss out on all the wild shit you spew, but I'm in a great mood. You wanna suck on one of my bombs? You got it.
[ maybe she's growing a little fond of that mouth, even as her nails cinch around lappland's jaw and steer it towards her hard-locking teeth. she shreds lappland's lip, pleased by the sweet tang of thick blood but what she wants most of all is the disease within it, those little originium molecules that sing with explosive potential on her tongue. she spits a wad of it back into lappland's mouth for good measure, though she's got plenty enough juice to give lappland what she wants.
black smoke rises as that hand around lappland's throat works, and something warm and steely will begin to grow heavy upon her tongue, swallowing the blood to take shape into a perfectly sized bomb to gag her with. w's already taunting her: ]
Don't bite down too hard. If you stain this dress, I'm gonna do some really horrible things to whatever's left of you.