white trash killer

× rebecca sutter htgawm rp × independent & selective × nsfw present & tagged written by ally est. october 2015

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❛ what are these? oh, my god!     b r e a s t s !     how does anybody practice medicine hauling these things around? and what have we got back here? let’s see if I remember my anatomy. gluts,     right?     let’s study them, shall we? gather around and check out the booty that put     IZZIE STEVENS     through med school! you wanna call me dr. model?     that’s fine.     but just remember that while you’re still sitting on 200 grand in student loans,

                                I’M OUT OF DEBT. ❜

                                    (ind. sel. izzie stevens of grey’s anatomy rp)

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As the RAPTURE drench her fingers, she lets out a long as deep M O A N. Her own body resents the effects of the girl’s RELEASE, clenching the muscles of her neck and filling her chest with TAINTED air. She swallows HARD before she forms a wide, LUSTFUL smile with parted lips.

Four seconds after her hand lost the WET HEAT in where they were delectable hidden, and her lips lost the WARM EMBRACE of the other’s pair, she feels a path of messy kisses through her chest and abdomen. Her EXHAUSTED system can’t stop the frantic rhythm of those LASCIVIOUS lips.

An almost unbearable PAIN starts to grow between her legs, but she’s too CONSUMED to resist the onslaught. Lacking of not-so-tainted air in her troubled lungs, she GROANS with her deep tones, rasping her throat in the process.

Pulling her body further in the bed, she rests her back in the soft mattress while she raises her legs over the other’s shoulders. Some DISCONNECTED thoughts collide in the back of her head:

SHE WANTS TO BE FUCKED BY THIS GIRL. AGAIN… But she doesn’t know if she can resist it.

Lips continued their treacherous journey up the elevated thighs. Lust still clouded her mind, the effects of her own previous release still wearing off. To forget all of life's shit for one night was what she wanted, and it was certainly what she got, because she swore in that moment her only care in the world was making the other break. She trailed her hands up to the woman's hips, her fingers gripping them as leverage. Her breath sporadically hit a wet center as the once docile pants picked up momentum again.

Just when she felt Alex had received an appropriate amount of teasing, her mouth connected to where she needed it most. The encounter was messy, aggressive, desperate. Everything that made for good sex in Rebecca's mind. It was rare to simultaneously come across all three when she mostly slept around with high and horny frat boys, but these two had accomplished it before the clothes had even come off. She sucked hard on the sensitive flesh for a few seconds before a hand left the grip on one of the hipbones and allowed a few fingers to easily slip inside her. Eyes slid upward to capture the other's in a heated glance, building speed in preparation for a rapture.

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Character Aesthetic

Rebecca Sutter (How To Get Away With Murder)

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( out of murder. ) high key super sorry for my crap activity, rebecca hasn't been cooperating with me but things should pick up once i recover from my spring break full of alcohol and bad choices. consider this a starter call for those who want a little somethin' somethin' once i get things going again here hopefully soon.

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The RAWNESS of the contact, the sounds of their COLLIDING flesh and the scent from the mixture of their SWEATS, CONGESTING each one of her senses and her thoughts. Every inch of skin was a territory asking to be CONQUERED.

When her back hits HARD the padded surface of the bed, and her body gets TRAPPED under the girl’s, she GROANS sonorously without taking away her eyes from the other’s. Fingers still BURIED in her warm depths, rise her FRANTIC rhythm & strength.

The hand anchored in the muscles of the girl’s throat, descend to show a FIERY red mark left there. H A R S H L Y pulling the other by her sharp chin, she reconnects their BLOATED lips in a heated, messy kiss. The taste of blood, alcohol and her own scent, RUSHES her already erratic heartbeat.

She can feel how the RAPTURE it’s about to EXPLODE in her hand, as she tries to keep the cadence of her thrusts in the girl’s heated, swollen and PALPITATING walls. The rise of the PRESSURE only increases the friction, brief moments she uses to turn her buried hand upside down. With her bottom of her palm, she rubs a center that announces a near CULMINATION.

The release in pressure on her throbbing neck was allaying. Skin there burned angrily from the battery, further heightening the experience. Just as the pairs of lips connected, her orgasm exploded through her with such an INTENSITY that she didn't know what to do with herself. It was just what Rebecca needed -- release. Her lips pantomimed a howl as the words choked somewhere in the back of her throat. Moans were swallowed by the other as the hand was squeezed and rode. Her body spasming, trembling, hips jutting chaotically against the pressure, the penetration, the release.

When the what seemed like an eternity long orgasm ended, hips jumped sensitively away from the hand between her legs. A feeling of detachment from her own body loomed over her during the haze while her lips detached from the other's and began their descent downward. She nipped at the pulse point on the neck briefly before going straight between her legs. Lips planted themselves on the inside of a thigh, sucking and biting harshly, taunting the woman while she regained energy to return the favor.

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Character Aesthetic

Rebecca Sutter (How To Get Away With Murder)

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B A L A N C E. As the other rides her hand, she keeps the balance between them, between that mass of PALPITATING skin & flesh. Upright torso and firm legs receive the BURDEN & AGITATION of the uncontrollable figure that messily CONVOLUTES over her.

The skin of her legs BURNS with intensity of rude touch and SHINES at the contact with the girl’s scent. Her own sweat CONTOURS the shade of her neck & collarbone, marking the territory in which the other woman left SCARLET stains.

Without slowing her rhythm, she pushes the one above with her hips, providing a more severe FRICTION with her core and the H A R S H pleasure of their flesh colliding. An DEVIOUS open smile reaches her generously swollen lips when the sensation of the girl’s damp center hits her lower abdomen.

But it’s not ENOUGH. The VIOLENCE of the encounter grows unsustainable in her chest as she BREATHS the tainted air from the other’s mouth. As she notices the muscles, veins and wounded skin of the girl’s neck, an unstoppable hand abandons the TURGID flesh from the curve of her ass to anchor five long, ivory fingers in the THROBBING surface that it’s that precious throat.

Flesh collides with flesh in a heated struggle for MORE. Violence and aggressiveness were the only option for the two at that point - they both were craving to satisfy their inner animalistic instincts. The other pushes her hips against her throbbing center and her eyes fluttered shut again at the sensation. The collisions were minor yet fulfilling, which helped build her nearing peak perfectly. Her gaze was redirected to the woman's eyes, locking on hungrily.

Fingers find their way to her abused neck, securing themselves to the skin there. She moaned once at the contact before pushing the other back so she was lying on the bed because god knew holding herself up on top of the other would be nearly impossible once she neared that euphoria. Her hips pushed back against the hand to their own accord, her center hitting against the other's in a messy and uneven rhythm. She could feel her walls gripping the fingers greedily, dangling over the edge of oblivion but not quite there.

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↳ Rebecca Sutter

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An ANIMALISTIC groan escapes from swollen, wounded as EAGER lips at the sensation of BARE skin and hot DAMPNESS roughly rubbed against the flesh of her naked thighs. She begins to salivate at the prefiguration and rememoration of the girl’s wet center scent being EGOTISTICALLY collected by her mouth and tongue.

But her LUSTFUL imaginations are interrupted by the PAINFUL BUT DELECTABLE sensation of her hair being HARSHLY pulled by the other and her view being raised by the chin to match the other’s eyes. She doesn’t seek for anything less than BLIND DESIRE in the WILD glance in front.

An even TIGHTER grip that the one that’s being TOUGHLY applied on her hair, comes from one of her hands to capture the girl’s wrist of the arm that it’s E N T A N G L E D between her jet black locks. She presses the skin & flesh until she can sense the HASTY PULSE with her fingertips.

The other hand fastly accompanies its pair, to spread the flesh of the girl’s thighs over her and find its way straight to her T H R O B B I N G center. In the very moment she locks her eyes with the brown pair in front, two fingers PENETRATE the barrier of dripping wetness and heated flesh.

The absolute need Rebecca was experiencing was way past lustful; that need was an instinctual, voluptuous necessity. Fingers dig into the pulsation in her wrist forcefully, creating a luscious tingling up her arm from the blood pumping in overdrive. The jet black hair slips from her fingertips as brown orbs refused to leave the opposing pair. It was a silent communication with a clear meaning of INTENT. 

Her thighs trembled with anticipation as she spread them further over the other. Desire had blinded her senses, clouding every other thought of the world. A bomb could go off down the street and the bartender was pretty sure she wouldn't notice or care. The only thing on her mind were the eyes in front of her and the person in bed with her. Just as she was about to make another impatient remark, a hand slipped between her legs and broke the barrier between waiting and eagerness. She allowed her head to fall back as a pleasurable yet pained groan left swollen lips.

It didn't take more than a couple of short seconds before the hand was grinded against anxiously. Eyelids slid closed and breathy pants of distress filled the air. The pleasure was so intense, so ambrosial that she couldn't decide if she wanted it to stop or continue. It was a constant battle of wanting to push the hand away and wanting to push it closer. Her own restrained fingers squeezed the air repeatedly in search of anything to anchor themselves onto. Undecided hips twitched towards and away from the assault as the need for some kind of relief grew strong.

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don’t count on me, cause I am drowning, please don’t drown with me

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