I am not ashamed anymore I want something so impure
literate and selective portrayal of anastasia steele
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@pinksundress
I am not ashamed anymore I want something so impure
literate and selective portrayal of anastasia steele
penned by #finalgirl
read carrd before interacting
@pinksundress here: ❛ i need to be punished. ❜
"Oh? What for?" Christian questioned with a raised brow, giving her a lopsided smirk, "Oh Ana, what did you do this time?"
she stares up at him, not a hint of her usual shyness, nor is she biting her lip, she's changed. he's changed her. made her be the kind of girl, the kind of woman, who knows what she wants, and she wants is to be punished. be put in her place.
"nuh-uh, you have to guess."
she won't make it easy on him, this game she's playing. she wants him wind him up so bad that he's merciless, that he won't hold back.
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[ wristgrab ]
"christian are you even listening to me—?"
she's mid sentence when [ it ] happens and as annoying as it is, it shuts her up . too well .
his strong hand pinning both of hers in mid-air, holding her in place as easily as if it were any other meaningless task at his business. ( she's ) his business.
"christian..."
her voice is bated, soft, /submissive/
"Yes?" he asked, smirking. His gray eyes were trained on hers, gleaming with mischief as he reached for her face with the other hand, "what do you want, Anastasia?"
He could feel the heat of his body getting stronger, his member at half attention between his legs. She was turning him on with her submission, and he would make sure she knew it.
Her eyes cast downwards throat bobbing as she swallows harshly. Licking her lips to hydrate them .
"You."
Is her reply , just the one word but it says everything at once. She's his, only his. Her entire body thrums in anticipation, in expectance .
"Christian don't start something you can't finish."
Groaning softly, Christian undid his pants and underwear at the same time, stepping out of them when they pooled at his feet and closed the distance between Ana and him with a kiss, forceful and hungry, pushing her against the bed with his body.
Lifting his shirt up and over his head, he discarded it to the floor, spreading Ana's legs open with his knee and teasing her entrance with his erection, gauging her reaction.
"Oh."
She's always surprised, how fast he can go from completely normal to completely dominating, and she's always surprised by her quick reaction to it.
"Christian."
She pleads, hips rising to try and gain something he isn't giving her. He likes to drag out her pleasure, and she's nothing if not greedy for it. Something else surprising about herself.
[ wristgrab ]
"christian are you even listening to me—?"
she's mid sentence when [ it ] happens and as annoying as it is, it shuts her up . too well .
his strong hand pinning both of hers in mid-air, holding her in place as easily as if it were any other meaningless task at his business. ( she's ) his business.
"christian..."
her voice is bated, soft, /submissive/
"Yes?" he asked, smirking. His gray eyes were trained on hers, gleaming with mischief as he reached for her face with the other hand, "what do you want, Anastasia?"
He could feel the heat of his body getting stronger, his member at half attention between his legs. She was turning him on with her submission, and he would make sure she knew it.
Her eyes cast downwards throat bobbing as she swallows harshly. Licking her lips to hydrate them .
"You."
Is her reply , just the one word but it says everything at once. She's his, only his. Her entire body thrums in anticipation, in expectance .
"Christian don't start something you can't finish."
[ wristgrab ]
"christian are you even listening to me—?"
she's mid sentence when [ it ] happens and as annoying as it is, it shuts her up . too well .
his strong hand pinning both of hers in mid-air, holding her in place as easily as if it were any other meaningless task at his business. ( she's ) his business.
"christian..."
her voice is bated, soft, /submissive/
⋆。‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧。⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!
[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional
[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail
[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head
[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough
[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower
[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances
[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs
[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering
[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiver’s hands, body, and every motion
[ tug ] sender grips receiver’s hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly
[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiver’s throat while their lips are barely apart
[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them
[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"
[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it
[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiver’s mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive
[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame
[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish
[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them
[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more
[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”
[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time
[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard
[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back
[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow
[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like they’re trying to make sure no one else ever will
[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release
[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control
[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t
[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in charge… until they flip the roles mid-way
[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiver’s body.
[ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air
[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesn’t sleep... again, and again, and again
[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch
[ dark corner ] they don’t make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work
[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver
[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch
𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞
❝ i want to hear every sound you make. don’t hold back. ❞
❝ get on your knees—now. ❞
❝ you’re not leaving this bed until i say so. ❞
❝ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. ❞
❝ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? ❞
❝ keep quiet, or they’ll hear. ❞
❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞
❝ you’re shaking—already? we’ve barely started. ❞
❝ i haven’t even touched you yet, and you're already begging. ❞
❝ be good for me and spread your legs. ❞
❝ don’t you dare finish until i tell you to. ❞
❝ you’re going to be the death of me, but i’ll die happy. ❞
❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞
❝ i could do this all night. want to test me? ❞
❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞
❝ you look so pretty when you beg. ❞
❝ you’re not shy now, are you? ❞
❝ take it. like that. good. ❞
❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞
❝ don’t bite your lip—moan. i want to hear it. ❞
"STOP PUTTING YOURSELF INTO DANGER!" PROMPTS * assorted dialogue for expressing your fear that the person you care about might get themselves hurt if they keep acting like this, adjust as necessary
i thought i told you to stay back.
i love you too much to let you get hurt like this.
this affects me, too, you know.
every time you leave, i sit up all night waiting, praying you'll come back alive.
you keep pulling stunts like this and something bad will happen.
do you have a death wish or something?
this isn't fair to me.
i deserve better than this.
i didn't get any sleep last night because i was so worried about you.
you promised me you'd stop going out at night.
i don't like hearing this.
you've been risking your life, and for what? so you can feel like a goddamn hero?
i said i would handle it.
what the fuck are you doing here?
you told me you'd stay put.
so much for laying low.
you remember how bad it was last time.
seems like you haven't learned anything.
i believe you promised me you'd lay low.
i can't keep doing this.
don't give me that look.
we'll discuss this later.
this stops now.
i'm tired of picking up the pieces once you've left.
you keep throwing yourself into danger.
you don't give a shit about yourself, do you?
i'm sitting here, worried out of my mind, while you're out doing god knows what.
that was really stupid of you, and you know it.
i thought you knew better than this.
what's your excuse this time?
you do realize what this does to me, right? seeing you get hurt like this? you know it hurts me, too?
you really don't give a shit how this affects me, huh.
that was the dumbest possible thing you could have done.
i need you to stop throwing yourself into harm's way.
that was completely unnecessary.
they had it handled.
you didn't need to step in like that.
why do you think you're invincible?
the last time you pulled a stunt like this, it nearly got you killed.
i can't just sit here and watch you get hurt.
what are you trying to prove?
you just like fucking with my heart, don't you.
this shit hurts me, too, you know.
you're not the only one affected by this shit.
you've got a lot of people counting on you to come home every night.
what happens if you don't come back?
you think we can just carry on without you?
you think i can handle things if you end up dead?
i'm not sticking around to watch you get hurt.
you're not even slick.
you think you're invincible, don't you.
quit pretending you've got everything under control.
let someone else do it for a change.
you can't keep putting yourself through shit like this and expect me to just sit back and watch.
i'm done with this.
next time you do this, i'm not coming back.
promise me this is the end.
look me in the eyes and tell me you'll stop doing this.
let the authorities deal with it.
you're making a big mistake.
is it worth dying for?
i've dealt with enough pain over the years.
she so ( regrets ) last night's drinking .
her head is POUNDING .
"I would say, concerned about your well being in this situation," Christian retorted, sitting on the edge of the bed as he watched her eat the bread, leaning in to take a piece of the toast with a smirk.
"You know, if you were mine..." he whispered darkly, "you wouldn't be able to leave this room for a week."
her pulse spikes and her eyes shoot to meet his, the piece of bread hovering in mid-air.
"and... if i were yours... why would i agree to that?"
she is touched, however, that he's concerned. no man has ever really looked twice at her before.
she so ( regrets ) last night's drinking .
her head is POUNDING .
"Good morning, Anastasia," he says, carrying a tray with a toast and coffee and placing it on the bed, "did you take the Tylenol pills I left for you?"
"mmhm."
she groans, sitting up and regarding him slowly, her brain feels sluggish and slow, had one of her drinks been spiked? or was that just how a hangover feels? it's been too long since her last one to remember.
" good morning," she chews on her bottom lip, " and no, not just yet, thank you. for them. "
"You're biting your lip," he warned her gently, reaching out to stroke it so she'd stop doing it. She didn't know what she provoked in him when she did that, "and anytime. Eat," he added, handing her the warm buttered toast in its plate.
" bossy . " she rolls her eyes, popping out her bottom lip purposely . the food does smell delicious, and she's starving .
" mmm . " she hums, her teeth sinking into the warm, soft bread .
she so ( regrets ) last night's drinking .
her head is POUNDING .
"Good morning, Anastasia," he says, carrying a tray with a toast and coffee and placing it on the bed, "did you take the Tylenol pills I left for you?"
"mmhm."
she groans, sitting up and regarding him slowly, her brain feels sluggish and slow, had one of her drinks been spiked? or was that just how a hangover feels? it's been too long since her last one to remember.
" good morning," she chews on her bottom lip, " and no, not just yet, thank you. for them. "
she so ( regrets ) last night's drinking .
her head is POUNDING .
Christian Grey + Anastasia Steele - Favorite Moments
𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍︱to anyone, character is based in the fifty shades fandom 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓︱your muse accidentally burned down Phoebes’ plant and felt super bad about it, so he/they/she went out to try and look for the same plant but couldn’t find it anywhere and ended up buying Phoebe over fifteen different plants, now your muse is knocking on Phoebes door with a shit ton of plants they never even asked for 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄︱phoebe grey ( danielle campbell fc ) - 21 - human - bisexual - fifty shades of grey muse ( daughter of christian and ana )
Phoebe had been having a rough month [ ,,, ] for one she had failed two of her collage exams. For second she was dating an abusive [ ,,, ] selfish man that she was terrified off and third she had to finally cave in and take a job at the strip club because she was so close to being evicted. She was dealing with so much and just felt so lost that she didn’t know what she was going to do. She was sitting on the couch in a pair of pajama shorts and a long sleeve knitted crop top sweater [ ,,, ] her face was resting in her knees as she cried wondering what she did to deserve any of what she was getting at this moment. She inhaled a shaky breath as she reached for the third glass of wine tonight and she downed it just wanting to numb all of her pain. Her stomach and legs tainted with bruised from stripping and her abusive boyfriend [ ,,, ] a small healing bruise against her cheek.
She tried to quickly wipe away the tears as she got up and walked towards the door. Who could be knocking on her door right now [ ,,, ] she peaked out first before opening the door a little and gazing out and at YOUR MUSE standing there and her brow furrowed [ ,,, ] her gaze moving to the burned plant that used to be there “ it’s alright [ ,,, ] I hated that thing anyway ” she admitted softly looking at all the plants he had actually bought her “ why would you buy all these plants for a stranger [ ??? ] ”
the door , it causes a flinch , not so much at the door opening but at the sight of her , her LITTLE GIRL .
" I wouldn't say a stranger. ." cue that famous bashful smile , "and you know your father . " small frown befalls beautiful pink lips, she knows what a bruise looks like , and the one on phoebe's cheek is not anything like the ones anastasia is used to , the ones christian gives to her.
"what happened ?" asked in that usual ana tone , soft , yet concerned , " who did this to you ? " hand reaches out , fingertips grazing blueish tinted skin , the plant all but forgotten .
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" fuck the rules . " uttered sloppily as she's sipping her ... what ... sixth drink of the night ? the music pulses around her , kate's arm , or maybe it's mia's slings around her shoulder .
She's absolutely fucked, in more ways than one ,and in so so much trouble , if her husband ever fucking comes home that is .
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