#listened to perverts by ethel cain and IMMEDITALYYYY ran here. that album has evoked soemthing in me

[gothamhater]

jerome is a fucking pervert about you.

he steals your used panties to get off on. he’ll stalk you on your walk home from work. he’s sitting outside your fire escape whistling his favorite song until you’re slamming open the shutters with your shiny revolver pointed at his head; you’d rather be cautious than dead, no matter how many times you’ve woken up to his sickly sweet smile shining back at you through the window pane.

and seeing you point the pretty revolver he got you at him fires him right up.

he’s already picked the lock on your window, slamming it open and taking the barrel of the gun in his large hand before using the other to grab your face and pull you in for a brutal kiss. he’s moaning already, pushing you back towards the bed and laying back against the headboard, dragging you with him by his grip on the gun still clutched in your pretty little hand. you take the hint and straddle him, and both of your clothes are thrown aside within seconds.

he’s heavy inside you, but unrelenting as you slam up and down on top of him. his hand still hasn’t left the gun, and neither has yours. he bites your lip and sends blood dripping down your chest, chasing each drop with his tongue. you can feel every twitch and every vein of his cock- and when he presses the barrel of the gun against his chest and clicks the safety off you almost finish.

his hand snakes down to rub circles on your clit and you lean your entire weight on the gun, bracing yourself against his shoulder. you throw your head back and bare your neck to jerome as you finish. both of his hands come down to grip your hips and hold you in place as he erratically thrusts up into you.

you trail the gun down between your two bodies which finally sends jerome over the edge.

and when you wake up trapped in his arms, the gun is still safely tucked in your hand.