vocativedeterminism

	[The feel I’m going for with this one is sort of… friendly, but in an unsettling kind of way? The kind of person who’s a bit too friendly, & you’re a bit worried that they’re going to eat your face]

	I’m going to break your face.

	No, really. I am.

	I know you’re looking at me like you’re fuckin’ afraid, but you’re the one that came to ME, or did you forget that?

	Okay, you literally walked into me, but that counts as you coming to me, doesn’t it?

	I think it does.

	I mean, why else would you be hurrying through a dark alley at this time of night?

	I’ve been told I’ve got the voice for kicking faces in. That’s something like nominative determinism, isn’t it?

	Vocative determinism?

	No, that sounds more like something related to phonetics, & fuck but I hate phonetics.

	Oh, but where are my manners?

	Here I am, standing here with my hand in your hair, while you sob for me to let you go… I’m not gonna let you go.

	Why would I?

	I mean, I put all this fucking effort into CATCHING you, it’d be counter productive to let you go at this point, wouldn’t it?

	Stop crying.

	I mean it, stop it.

	Yes, grabbing you before you could run off catches as effort.

	Stop nitpicking. What are you, an English professor?

	[slap]

	I said to stop crying. Yes, I know that it hurts when I hit your face, but if you’d stop crying, it wouldn’t hurt as much.

	You know, wet skin, dry skin, one stings more than the other….

	I don’t know the science behind it, but I don’t need to, do I?

	I just need to keep holding on to your hair, force your head back… yes, it hurts, doesn’t it?

	Not as much as it’s going to hurt when I break your face.

	Oh, you don’t want me to break your face?

	Would you rather I went for your fingers?

	Yeah, I’ll totally break your fingers. I can stomp ‘em, one at a time.

	[incredulous]

	Are you REALLY going to try to hit me?

	Really?

	I’m SO MUCH bigger than you, & I’m so much stronger than you.

	If you keep crying, I’m going to hit you again, & I’m going to hit you harder.

	No?

	Fine.

	[louder hitting sound this time]

	God, get ahold of yourself. You’re clearly an adult, so act like one.

	Urgh… for fuck sake, if you can’t even use your words, I’m just getting sick of this.

	Get on your knees.

	Yes, I’m being serious.

	Get on your knees, or I’ll break your nose, right here & now.

	Yes, I am serious.

	[punching sound - you’ve punched them in the chest, hard enough to make them wheeze]

	Yeah, there you go, I knew you’d cooperate.

	No, I’m not going to let go of your hair, & if you bring any teeth into it, I’m going to knock them out. Do you understand?

	That’s what I thought. Now unzip me.

	Urgh, can you do anything yourself?

	For fuck sake.

	There we go.

	Yeah, it’s a nice, thick cock, isn’t it?

	I’m going to press it against your mouth - open your mouth, I want to fuck it.

	No?

	Fine.

	I’ll just… hold your nose closed.

	There we go.

	That’s what I thought.

	[moan]

	Yeah… just… like… that.

	Fuck, put some effort into it.

	[grunt of exertion - you’ve just stomped on their thigh, hard enough that they’re gasping in pain]

	I’ll stamp on your fingers next.

	I will.

	There we go… much better.

	Yeah, use your tongue.

	Fuck… you’re a GOOD cock sucker, yes, just like that… keep at it. Very good.

	I’m just gonna… get a better grip of your hair, there we go… fuck, yes, do that with your tongue, do it… maybe I won’t break your face after all.

	I’ll just keep you around like this, to suck my cock.

	No, don’t stop, stop sobbing, just… keep sucking, I’m just gonna force it a little deeper.

	Do NOT throw up on my dick, or I will do things worse than anything I’ve threatened to do to you, do you understand?

	Very good.

	Fuck, yes…

	[insert rapey, scary threats here, along with the blowjob noises. Feel free to growl or not growl as you see fit - just keep it vaguely amicable, vaguely menacing]

	Yeah, that’s right, take it. Fucking take it.

	It’s what you get. It’s what you fucking get.

	[orgasm noises - make them drawn out & rough, please]

	Yeah… swallow that down. I want my cum filling your belly. Fuck… yes….

	Mmm….

	Yeah, that was… that was good. I’ll just… wipe my cock off on your face, there we go.

	Now… c’mon. My car isn’t that far.

	Oh, no, I’m still gonna break your face, don’t worry. These things just… take time, y’know?

	[chuckle]

	Who am I to argue with vocative determinism, after all?