Punk's Not Dead

✘ Punk Oc - RP Blog ✘ nsfw. highly sel. priv.

[punkbites]

Rp blog for a PUNK BASTARD with too many vices to count. Highly nsfw and selective. Crossover friendly. We stan Ocs in this house. 18+ Only. Minors will be blocked. ʷʳⁱᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᵇʸ ᴳʳⁱᵐ

[ ANARCHISM ] is a political philosophy and movement that is against all forms of authority and seeks to abolish the institutions it claims maintain unnecessary coercion and hierarchy, typically including the state and capitalism.

▸▸▸ CARRD ▸▸▸ [ ft. Pokemon | Fantasy | Crime Verses ]

[le-chateau-fromage]

"Well, you are my friend, so that doesn't count!" Was Zélie testing the waters? She would never admit it.

"And of course I have. I mean. I try not to cry over every little thing because I'm an adult. But sometimes I can't help it. I get so worked up and it just has to come out! I am human!" She shrugged.

"I have only seen a man do that once, though. He was in a suit crying on a park bench. I think he got fired. Some other guy joined him to check on him, but even then he whisked him off to some more secluded place. I asked my ex-boyfriend, long story, why he even bothered hiding if he was in public to begin with, and he said, 'Zélie, the man got fired and then another man saw him crying in the street in broad daylight, he was trying to salvage the bit of pride he had left'!" She chuckled to herself. "Once again, that's what it boiled down to. What is your pride threshold?"

[punkbites]

"Hey, I'm not judging you. We're all just human." Jacks gave a chuckle, resting a hand on his hip. There she went again, yapping away like she always did.

"Inside or Outside the bedroom?" He asked, baring his teeth in a naughty little smirk. For someone so tolerant, he sure could be childish about this sorta stuff.

"I dunno, I guess I'd probably cry mad about something that happened to a friend rather than me. Shit just makes me more mad when it happens to my friends, you know?"

[punkbites]

My sweaty ass has been locked into a new game lately and I got shit coming up tomorrow and Wednesday. Got Thursday off though, so I'll dig through my drafts then.

Anyway! Happy pride, be gay do crime 🏳️‍🌈🤘

[reallyabitch]

date me to disappoint your parents

[redlips-blooddrops-deux]

She had to admit he did surprise her for a moment there as he took the lead this time around. An elegant brow cocked as she does follow the punk, well this was turning into a fun night more than she had expected with each passing minute.

The moment he had her pinned, long leg on his shoulder, and slowly the fabric of her dress sled down, revealing stocking, garter belts and the black laced garment she wore....which was fitting for a woman like her. "Arent you bold~" she cooed at him reaching a free hand to gently tug the back of his hair, not yet deciding whether she would mess up his mohawk.

That would depend just how well he treats her tonight~

Gazing down at him, the ice blue eyes now pair of melted pools with desire she wanted him to impress her. However , to make things just a bit more spicy, she slides down her hand down her other thigh, revealing more of her supple flesh. Her legs were miles long some would say, soft but there was strength in them, if she was to grip him...maybe he would like that, a passing though went through her head as she grins at him.

"Here, use this love~" she purrs as she reveals a hidden 'toy', on her other thigh was something, long, sharp and deadly.....a dagger strapped within a nice slick leather sheet. "Makes things easier no ? " she winks at him while taking out the blade and offering it to him to take it.

Why did she had the weapon there?

Did it really matter by now?

[punkbites]

Upon pushing the dress up further, he revealed more and more of her underwear and was not surprised to find her running around like some underwear supermodel. His eyes followed her hand as she slid it down her thigh, assuming he was in for another sexy surprise and... He was not disappointed.

Pulling the knife from the holster, he eyed it with a mixture of curiosity and awe. "You know, I figured you were trying to kill me. I'm just gonna assume you changed your mind because of how cute I am." He tilted the blade in his hand, testing out its weight before twisting it like ht would twist a butterfly knife.

"A bit old school but I can work with that."

He moved the blade so the flat side was pressing against her skin, shoving it underneath the hem of her expensive underwear. He gave it a few more tugs before twisting the blade so the sharp side was now slowly pressing against her skin and the frabic.

He did not rip her underwear, merely used it to lift it out of the way, making sure sharp side kiss her skin and threaten to cut into her flesh proper.

His head lowered again, lips pressing against her hot core followed by his tongue. At first he was just teasing, shifting the blade to turn his head and do the same from another angle.

The blade would dip, and eventually cut into her flesh, causing a read streak to run down her inner thigh, causing a thick droplet of blood to appear, which he laps up when turning his face to the other side.

[moviemoods]

🎬 SLC Punk! (1998)

[cataleyatakahashi]

starter for @punkbites

Thanks to her befriending a certain someone, Cataleya's taken more of an interest in the local music scene in recent months. There's so many bands she hadn't heard about before, and she's even seen a few play.

Like No Man's Anthem, in this case.

Still pumped from the show, she's decided to wait, hoping to meet the band who had her nearly joining the mosh pit. However, their more dedicated fans got there ahead of her so she's waiting even more. Still, the crowd thins out, and Cataleya can finally approach the three guys.

"Heya!" she says to them once she's close enough. "This is my first time hearing you play live and I had a great time! ...Can you sign this, please?"

She holds out one of their ad posters that she got from somewhere.

[punkbites]

After the usual crowd had gotten what they wanted, Jacks, Connor and Damian tried to make sure to give everyone a bit attention. Especially the new faces.

Looking at the girl approaching him, Jacks smirked "Sure thing." He takes the poster, signing it before handing it to the other for signing. It gave him some time to talk to the girl.

--- "What's your name?"

[le-chateau-fromage]

"Yeah, that's their flavor of it," Zélie laughed. "That thing that guys refuse to do because they think it'll just vaporize all their dignity. Every country has at least five, including this one. The crying one interests me. That seems to be the big one in this country." She tilted her head, challenging him! "I bet you've never cried in front of a strange man. I bet you haven't~!"

[punkbites]

"In front of a strange man? Uhh nah, I don't really cry much. I cope with other stuff." He rose an eyebrow at Zélie. "You ever cry in front of some stranger? I know you cried in front of me." He returned the questions right back to her.

[theungovernableforce]

“We’re all slaves to authority, mom!”

[dis--parity]

『🔧』 "Yeah, but- what if the same thing happens to you? I mean- I'm not saying you wouldn't make a... a- a really good trans butch, but... still! You have your own thing going on!"

[punkbites]

"Thanks, but I'm pretty chill with the way I am. How about instead of your male friend then, I could be your cool friend? Doesn't have to be a gender thing, yeah?"

[starzfield]

“Aw, don’t blush, we all have our quirky hobbies ! Though, it’s cute on you~.” Though it had the flirty-teasy tone, Deby was genuinely saying that. Both siblings giggled at the idea of Jackson, not far from some feral-excited puppy, having to sit down and do work that required patience and slow, accurate motions.

“It doesn’t sound like his kind of thing, for sure… But I don’t think it’s lame !” Evan nodded, still chuckling. “Oh, maybe I should try.”

“He’s the artsy one after all.” His sister said, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and leaning on him - making Evan groan.

They both made a shocked face mixed with amazement at the tidbit of info. “Woah ! So many ??” Was the young man reaction, while Deborah couldn’t help her curiosity : “Are they all as good looking as you ?”

Of course Evan nudged her with his elbow, only for her to give it back twice harder - causing his brother to wheeze and hold his stomach.

= = =

“See ? This guy gets it.”Kim grinned at a grumbling William, kissing his cheek before leaving.

“I just don’t want to hear that about MY OWN SISTER !!” He threw at her as she was nearly out of sight, and she flipped him the bird from behind, laughing.

Annoyed, William took revenge on his beer instead. Why was everyone so determined to poke the bear (him) ?

He stared at Jacks when he spoke, and as often it felt like some kind of challenge the policeman couldn’t help but throw himself at.

“It’s like when you go to someone's place and they offer you food, it’s polite to eat all your plate. You offered me some music, gotta listen to it. Else Mom would be ashamed.”

Yet he didn’t mention how he, in no way, would listen to music he disliked, or how politeness wasn’t in the top of things his mother taught him actually.

Half a grin chased the annoyed look as he spoke more. “So wait. You’re telling me you watched me - and more specifically, my mouth - so hard you were able to tell what I was saying ? You may want to do something about that.”

It was obvious how amused he was at pointing that out. It didn’t matter how much he didn’t mind that Jackson was staring.

“Anyway. You make good music, you sing well. What’d be the point being such a hypocrite I pretend I don’t like your album ? You even decorated it specially for me. So sweet of you.”

Sarcasm heavy in the last sentence, meant about the pig and wolf thing. Not that he liked being compared to a pig - both as a policeman and a slightly narcissistic person - but he couldn’t help to enjoy Jacks’s art of any kind, apparently. William put the album with the others in his stash of favorites. It was the first time he got one personally after all - but obviously he didn’t intend to tell the singer that.

A glance at his siblings confirmed they were still in their own conversation, whatever it was. Good, he didn’t really want a part II of the dinner at his parent’s home. He loved his family but they enjoyed teasing him way too much, since he was the ‘best’ target. Deborah was hardly bothered by anything, Jade was bothered by nothing (when she actually got what was happening), Evan was too easily bothered…

Left William, perfect one to annoy. Wonderful.

A thought crossed the policeman’s mind and he frowned lightly, perplexed. “Or what, you thought I would just put it in the trash ? That’d be dumb. At worst, I would have given it to my mother.” She would have probably loved it. Even with the drawing.

[punkbites]

Connor chuckled, rubbing his neck when Deby and Evan reassured him that DnD was cool. Only to blink when he was being asked about the looks of his siblings. By now he had caught on that Deby was trying to flirt though he felt a bit weird considering she was William's sister. Also William being a cop.

"Well, I'd say I'm definitely the prettiest of the bunch." He smirked, waving a hand in dismiss before taking another swig of his beer.

-----

"Dude, of course I watched you when I recognized you. I wasn't sure if it was you standing with that hottie. I was thinking she was into guys with no sense of humor. But turns out she got taste after all."

Jacks had his arms folded over his chest, listening to William with an eyebrow raising. "Oh, yeah. That's the same thing. Don't wanna disappoint your mom." He joked with a smirk. He had expected an excuse but that was such a Will excuse.

"You should, I bet she'd love it. I can make her a copy too." It would be too funny if she was blasting NMA during family dinner. Knowing his family, his siblings would probably support it.

Reaching into the mini fridge on the side he shoved a beer into Will's chest, motioning towards the back door. "I need a smoke." He made his way past boxes and cables through the door where the cold air hit his sweaty skin. The feeling was nice and made him cool off a little.

[redlips-blooddrops-deux]

There was a dramatic pause, she did not say anything just yet merely....drawing out this little game they were playing for the fun of it. A soft hum rolls off her lips , her fingertips gently drum against the back of his neck, he could feel how sharp were the tips of her nails in those little moments.

Without warning, the same hand slides to the side of his neck, scraping his skin ever so slightly as she slides single finger under his collar and she pulls him hard closer to her level. He could feel her warm breath against his lips as she chuckled, lowly yet melodic.

"Bravo, it seems I was right to choose you tonight....comme c'est merveilleux~" and since it didnt not escape her that he was looking at her lips, why not give him a treat before the main course?

Those red lips parted for a brief moment, tongue snaked out teased his own lip for a brief second before she took the initiative and locks lips with him, slipping that tongue between his lips, she pressed herself fully against him. Her kiss was not messy, it was devouring, passionate and filled with desire to have this little dance tonight.

When she did decided to break it for a moment, she did so by biting on his upper lip, giving it a little tug, as she whispers. "So....pray tell, what do you want hmm? Dont leave me guessing for too long pup..."

[punkbites]

He couldn't help a warm shudder running down his spine when he felt her nails on his neck, followed by a yank of his collar that made a smirk slowly grow on his features. Fuuuuck this was so hot.

She wasn't shy to initiate either and he was all too happy to return the favor, finally getting a taste of those ruby lips. And just as expected, the kiss was far from friendly. It was fiery, dominating, a wild ride and a rush of excitement. Exactly what he had been looking for.

His hands slipped down, fingers digging into her ass to give it a good squeeze as he pulled her close enough for their bodies to feel each movement beneath their clothes. Cheap, second hand shredded jeans meeting her expensive clothes in a way that seemed unreal.

He let her lead a little. Met her tongue in a little dance and found himself wanting more when she pulled away.

"Lemme show you." He ran a tongue over his bitten lip, before being the one to now pull her along towards her car. Thankfully it wasn't locked, so they could slip right in.

Just as expected, black leather seats big enough for the two of them. Hopefully she wouldn't mind them getting a bit messy.

And once inside, he pinned her to one of the leather seats, pulling one f her legs up that her dress was riding up her thighs so he could get a good view of her underwear. Smirking, he rested her leg over his shoulder. Clearly one taste wasn't enough, he wanted to get the whole buffet. So the Punk ran his tongue along the inside of her thigh before slowly dipping deeper and deeper until his head was right between her legs.

Only half of his face was visible, as he smirked up at her, his fingers teasingly tugging at the hem of expensive underwear.

[punkbites]

loud or quiet?

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 . ( nsfw edition. )

LOUD. He likes his sex like his music. Loud, fast, hard. If both of them are not moaning, groaning and screaming then they clearly aren't having fun. The only time he's fine with being quiet is when doing it in a public place where they could get caught. But then the thrill is not getting caught.

[punkbites]

fucking a virgin or fucking someone with experience?

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 . ( nsfw edition. )

Fucking someone with experience. Not to sound like a jerk but he's grown out his 'first time' phase and now wants to enjoy some kinky fun with partners who have the same idea as him. Obviously he doesn't mind being patient or reassuring his partner but as someone who has a lot of one night stands, he doesn't wanna spend most of the night doing that.

Also he really doesn't get that kink some guys have of wanting to fuck virgins, he really couldn't care less. The vibes have to be right.

If its someone he knows and cares about though, he will gladly take the time to make the experience enjoyable. With strangers though? Eh, rather not.

[punkbites]

edging or and multiple rounds?

@splinter-sister

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 . ( nsfw edition. )

Multiple Rounds. He gets the thrill of edging but doesn't have the patience to keep it up for too long. He'd rather get to the main course and if it was good, why only once? Why not go for seconds? Or more? He has crazy stamina when he isn't drunk, so multiple rounds isn't rare for him.

He usually reserves that for partners he has gotten to know a bit better though, or if they straight up offer to go more.

[punkbites]

hot wax or knifeplay?

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 . ( nsfw edition. )

Knifeplay. Hot wax is a pain to get off fabrics and he has heard from friends that they almost burned down their place, trying to be kinky. No thanks, he'd rather go with a good old blade. Something he's versed in.

As someone who got himself his first knife when he was 13, Jacks has gotten quite good with them to a point where he can dance the thin line between pleasure and pain. Just like the scratches, he enjoys the marks, the cuts, the taste of blood in his mouth and on his skin.

He wants to feel wrecked, physically and emotionally and thinks blood is quite sexy.

[punkbites]

spanking or scratching?

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 . ( nsfw edition. )

Scratching. While he likes to give a nice butt a good spank, he enjoyes the lasting pain and the marks that come with scratching. Usually he's on the receiving end of the scratch and collects those marks like badges of honor. You could say its a trade offer. He will give your butt a nice smack, you can scratch him up. Everyone wins.