#trturre

[samenkomen]

“𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 - i can’t control myself..” his accent is thick & deep as molasses - yet his voice is soft. soft, yet sure. nails reaching up to scratch the back of his neck, as he looks down. eyes flickering up to regard her. she’s pretty. & he’s trying not to let that fact consume his thoughts. but he feels hot under the skin. under the leather jacket wrapping his skinny frame.

@trturre​    /  /    asked for lawrence

[nitebit-archive]

@trturre​ ♡‘d for a starter.

“  loosen  up,  will  you?  ”   she  needs  to  yell  over  the  music,  but  she  doesn’t  mind.  bunny  feels  comfortable  surrounded  by  the  bass  and  all  of  the  drunk  people.  knows  for  a  fact  that  nobody  heres  give  a  fuck  about  well  —  anything.  and  that’s  just  what  she  needs:  to  let  go.   “  it’s  a  fucking  rave.  we’re  gonna  drink.  we’re  gonna  dance.  it’s  gonna  be  good.  ”

[samenkomen]

“you will be my punishment” (for lawrence)

“... 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭?”  he asks. the disbelief is seen in inflection. the narrowing of his brows. though, tone is unemotional. his expression, as well. even despite how deeply she affects him. but, he tries to hide it. to be a man. but, she’s so tempting. he wants her, yet he wants to push her away. it’s not fair. he doesn’t know how to handle things like this - he cannot kill her. no matter how many times he fantasizes about reaching in & caressing her organs. twisting knives & becoming acquainted with her insides. she’s kindred. has never known a woman like her, before. he knows her blood, inside & out.. & somehow he wants more. always, wants more. always thinks back to how it felt. how it smelt... “you are my punishment.” he hates her. he hates her, he hates her... but he need her. seeps into pores & rushes through veins. he takes a step forward. eyes downward. menacing. though, he knows inside she must me laughing at him. she’s not scared of him. she thinks he’s funny. his mind telling him these things whether they’re entirely true, or not. she must think he’s less than a man.... doesn’t she? DOESN’T SHE! hand snaps forth & grabs the back of her neck. jerking her closer, to his body. holding on for dear life. “i hate you so much.” he tells her. though he’s feeling such overwhelming emotion rise up within, because it’s not true. it is, but it isn’t. mind a flip-book of disgusting, deranged things he wants to do to her. “ich will dich auseinanderreißen..” (i want to tear you apart). he says it in german, so she doesn’t truly hear. mouth parted. “i want you.. so badly..”

RAMMSTEIN SENTENCE STARTERS    /  /    @trturre

[nitebit-archive]

@trturre​ . 

‘this wasn’t part of the plan.’    and yet,  here they are.  

[voieura]

             the  woman  looks  like  she  was  made  for  everette,  warm-enough with plenty of cold cunning. ruby knows her type; it’s her job to know the type  ----  it’s how she survives. oh how she wishes it was hyperbole; it’d be so much easier that way. the gas station looks a bit like a eighties and nineties fever dream, with neon lights and upbeat songs from decades ago and ruby stands out against it’s aesthetic like a sore thumb.  ❛  you  new  to  everette?  i  think  you’ll  like  it  here.  ❜  // @trturre​: sc.

[iceizedaaa]

❛❛    𝐎𝐇,    𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋    𝐈    𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐒    𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓    𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒    the    giant    k n i f e,    and     the    guts    all    over    your    apron.    ❜❜

@trturre LIKED FOR A SMALL STARTER

[clownwork-a]

(    𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨    𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮    𝘪𝘯    𝘵𝘩𝘦    𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦    )

––––––––      𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆    ,    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄   .      flesh    beneath    paint    likely    reddened    upon    impact    of    skin    on    skin    ,    but    that    would    be    its    own    hidden    secret   .      𝚝𝚑𝚎    𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎    𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍    𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔    ,    which    he    would    turn    after    a    long    moment    of    silence    to    face    her   .       𝗪𝗔𝗦    𝗜𝗧    𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗟    𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗩𝗘𝗗   ?      oh    ,    it    most    certainly    was   .     a    feral    animal    that    pushed    ,    pushed    ,    pushed    !      didn’t    mean    he    wouldn’t     enjoy    the    consequences   .     smile    pulled    on    corners    of    exaggerated    lips    ;       𝗪𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗗    !     𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗟    !          /          @trturre

❝    𝙃𝙊𝙒'𝘿    𝙔'    𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒    𝙄    𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀𝘿    𝙄𝙏    𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃   ?    ❞