#penelope starters

[thcranch]

open starter (m/f/nb): penelope. inspo: this please reply using beta / do not like my starters

she should have known that running off at the mouth would land her right where she finds herself. she knows the rules of the ranch, and she knows how the folks in charge love to punish the ones that break those rules. now she's bound spread out and a machine pumping a d*ldo down her throat while she drools shamelessly around it. penelope knows she shouldn't find any excitement in this as she waits for the next person to come in and dole out some punishment or just use her until they were satisfied. this is a consequence for her bad behavior, but as of now no one has given her a reason to regret all the back talk and bad behavior.

[aninsomniacsocs]

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[jeremyautissier-blog]

How long had someone been ringing downstairs, waiting for the lull of silence between tracks? Jeremy pulled out an earbud to hear a female voice long enough to remember--or perhaps to conjure the memory--that he might have asked Antika to come by pick up her blue dress and pass off Nutcracker tickets for her and her sister. (Antika was the kind of blessed, blessed girl that broke up beautifully, with a hug and a promise to keep in touch. Anyway, he’d agreed to the tickets beforehand; it seemed beneath his honor as a gentleman to deny them to her now that they were no longer sleeping together.) He buzzed her in without thinking much of it and went back to cleaning.

Even if it turned out to be Vera, home before she said she would be, it would be okay. He was mostly finished. She could be astounded early, that was fine--he’d scrub out the weird orange splotch in the microwave, regardless of precisely when she showed up to discover that not only had he done her share of housework, but all the housework there was to be done in their entire apartment. He could, and would, sacrifice his Sunday on the altar of her good humor. 

“Hey,” Jeremy called when he felt the telltale dip in the floorboards when the front door opened. A little calico blur darted down the hall, slipping into the cracked door of his bedroom, presumably fleeing a stranger. “I’m in the kitchen if you’re looking.”