understandable ephemera tried to violently murder his redheaded bestie and her rampant ai i assume he would've gone after wash after he finished icing carolina but well we all know how that went down no love lost there either way
drake i'll be real i don't give a fuck what you do or don't know abt ephemera i just like to hear myself talk or type, in this instance it's the boisterous extrovert in me reminiscing on the good ol' halcyon days of yore you're my captive audience
i may have got you wrong but YOU know what i am, is my point
ok buckle in i'm gonna tell you a story based on true events, formatted to fit your screen and edited for content
imagine you're a man not the kind of man you are now different, a whole fuckton of issues wrapped in a suspiciously pretty package all your life you've had to grind and sweat your balls off for everything you've ever owned and you had to sweat twice as hard just to keep your hands on whatever you earned bc the only universe you know is a greedy fucking scavenger you're charismatic, a people person, dangerously effective behind a rifle and knife, but no discipline poor impulse control mouthy stubborn reckless
all that shit you've been holding in wants to go everywhere all the time and you don't have the proper equipment to contain it you're looking at an explosion worse than fucking chernobyl 20,000 years of non-stop radiation and you don't give a fuck what you take out in the process but you can't let people touch it bc that shit is yours too, you own that you worked for that rage
then one day a stranger comes along and he's the only person who sees you the only person you let hold you down fuck you love you contain you body your rage without blinking even when you hate him for it and take a knife to his throat in the middle of breakfast
[ Finally some fucking honesty. Drake reads it all twice, and he thinks he gets it. Not that he's ever been like Felix, not exactly, but some of it has an intimately familiar ring and the rest... yeah. He's certainly known the type, and he wonders. What if they'd gotten what they needed? What if what they needed had been something he'd been able to give?
Is that the case now?
He's insane, Drake, and Drake knows. He'll stick a knife in you and walk over your dying corpse, yes, that's a risk, but he's had worse, and better him than Ephemera. He's obsessed with Ephemera, and there's probably no changing that, just bearing some of the weight.
Maybe.
He remembers Felix writhing beneath him, trapped and helpless and loving it, head thrown back in pleasure. None of the usual violence in his eyes or simmering rage in his voice as he begs for more. Still dangerous, his entire being like the blade of a knife where one turn can take things from smooth to sharp. But in that moment...
Yeah. Maybe. It could be he was just coming at Felix from the wrong angle from the start.
God help him, Drake wants to find out. ]
You want more of that, you know where to find me. You can have a safe word. You'll always get off. Everything else you get to find out along the way.
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I did warn you first time you said it you were wrong and you didn't believe me.
Are we gonna talk about your kink?
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i can always fuck you
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( color him vaguely confused and horny. )
what's the scenario?
you on top, my hands where you can see them?
maybe in my lap?
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after everything you know i've done, i should by all rights be a hard pass for you
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Should according to who?
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He didn't understand why I was with Ephemera, either.
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ephemera tried to violently murder his redheaded bestie and her rampant ai
i assume he would've gone after wash after he finished icing carolina but
well
we all know how that went down
no love lost there either way
i've fucked over a lot more ppl than tucker, tho
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I doubt you can tell me anything about him I don't already know.
Even if you could none of it would change anything.
You wanna go off on how horrible you've been some more, go ahead.
Just don't think it's going to decide shit.
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i just like to hear myself talk
or type, in this instance
it's the boisterous extrovert in me
reminiscing on the good ol' halcyon days of yore
you're my captive audience
i may have got you wrong but YOU know what i am, is my point
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Obviously.
So tell me about it, Felix.
You never did answer why you were so into being held down.
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adrenaline dump
couldn't think beyond your dick inside me
you rly got me w that one-two punch of a good fuck and a nice face
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you really wanna go there?
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1/2
buckle in
i'm gonna tell you a story
based on true events, formatted to fit your screen and edited for content
imagine you're a man
not the kind of man you are now
different, a whole fuckton of issues wrapped in a suspiciously pretty package
all your life you've had to grind and sweat your balls off for everything you've ever owned
and you had to sweat twice as hard just to keep your hands on whatever you earned bc the only universe you know is a greedy fucking scavenger
you're charismatic, a people person, dangerously effective behind a rifle and knife, but no discipline
poor impulse control
mouthy
stubborn
reckless
all that shit you've been holding in wants to go everywhere all the time and you don't have the proper equipment to contain it
you're looking at an explosion worse than fucking chernobyl
20,000 years of non-stop radiation and you don't give a fuck what you take out in the process
but you can't let people touch it bc that shit is yours too, you own that
you worked for that rage
then one day a stranger comes along and he's the only person who sees you
the only person you let hold you down
fuck you
love you
contain you
body your rage without blinking even when you hate him for it and take a knife to his throat in the middle of breakfast
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so
fucking
good
to let go
so thanks for the orgasm
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Is that the case now?
He's insane, Drake, and Drake knows. He'll stick a knife in you and walk over your dying corpse, yes, that's a risk, but he's had worse, and better him than Ephemera. He's obsessed with Ephemera, and there's probably no changing that, just bearing some of the weight.
Maybe.
He remembers Felix writhing beneath him, trapped and helpless and loving it, head thrown back in pleasure. None of the usual violence in his eyes or simmering rage in his voice as he begs for more. Still dangerous, his entire being like the blade of a knife where one turn can take things from smooth to sharp. But in that moment...
Yeah. Maybe. It could be he was just coming at Felix from the wrong angle from the start.
God help him, Drake wants to find out. ]
You want more of that, you know where to find me.
You can have a safe word.
You'll always get off.
Everything else you get to find out along the way.