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Singer of VersaEmerge. Face of Brash. Twenty won. Sagittarius. Self destructive. Out the ying yang.
when will sierra stop posting insane fics.
i’m hiding all of the scissors jesus christ
You think they’re hot, don’t lie.
I find it hard to fap to actually.
The hanger fic is your favorite.
why is there no mentally disturbed fics with you in it god dammit
Because I’m hot and even if there was a disturbing fic with me in it, it’d still be smokin hot.
when will sierra stop posting insane fics.
i’m hiding all of the scissors jesus christ
You think they’re hot, don’t lie.
I find it hard to fap to actually.
The hanger fic is your favorite.
when will sierra stop posting insane fics.
i’m hiding all of the scissors jesus christ
You think they’re hot, don’t lie.
Pat sat at the table, cutting a piece of paper with his brand new pair of scissors. He smiled happily to himself and took his glue bottle. Some of the glue dripped onto his scissors but he paid no attention and finished up coloring and glueing the card he was making for Kennedy, who was leaving The Maine to become an underwear model. “Pat, come play Star Wars with me!” Garrett hollered from the back of the bus. Pat gasped and stood up, scurrying off to meet his best friend. John O’Callaghan entered the bus, about to head towards the counter to get a banana. Then he saw the card, right next to the fruit basket. He picked it up and narrowed his eyes. Nobody had told him Kennedy was leaving The Maine to become an underwear model. He crumbled up the card, pissed off. “Kennedy!” he yelled, biting his lip after in anger. “I’m taking a fucking shit!” Kennedy yelled back, currently on the toilet. “I don’t fucking care, get your ass out here!” “No! Why don’t you get your ass in here?!” John huffed and barged right into the bathroom, not caring Kennedy was shitting right in front of him. “Why didn’t you tell me?!” John demanded. His eyes lowered and he noticed that his guitarist was completely naked. “Tell you what?” Kennedy asked, farting a little. John rolled his eyes and took a step closer to him. “That you’re leaving us to become a fucking underwear model! Why the fuck would you do that, man?!” John asked, staring right through Kennedy. Kennedy shrugged. “You don’t think I’m sexy enough, huh?” he asked, sticking out his lower lip. He got some toilet paper and wiped his ass. John’s eyes widened. “N-No, I never said that!” Kennedy sighed and flushed the toilet, standing up to wash his hands. While he did so, he felt John’s eyes stare into his ass, something that turned him on. “Why are you naked?” John asked, still gazing at Kennedy’s perfectly sculpted buns. “I was fucking Tim,” Kennedy said as if it was completely normal. “What?!?” John exclaimed. Kennedy looked at him weirdly. “What? It’s fun. He likes it when I ride his below average sized dick.” He left the bathroom and John followed him closely, not believing what he was hearing. He was very mad at Kennedy, beyond pissed off. He did not like the idea of Kennedy with another man. If his wondrous penis couldn’t be up between Kennedy’s buns, then no one’s could. So he grabbed the pair of scissors that still had wet glue coated on them and hid them behind his back. He pulled Kennedy’s waist towards him and whispered, “Tim’s never gonna be inside of you anymore.” “And why not?” But John didn’t reply. He spun Kennedy around and began kissing him heavily, wondering if he was doing this right. He had never kissed a boy before, but Kennedy was reacting really well and wrapped his arms around John’s neck. Their lips were moving against each other quickly before Kennedy pushed his tongue between John’s lips and began rubbing it against John’s. He was about to unbuckle John’s belt when the lead singer pulled away. “No,” he said, making sure the scissors were still hidden from Kennedy. “This is all about you, big boy.” Kennedy had no problems with that and smirked, liking it when John called him those kinds of names. John backed Kennedy right towards the table. Kennedy faced away from John and gripped the edges of the table for support while John was right behind him, gripping the scissors firmly. “So are you gonna fuck me, Big Daddy Ohh?” Kennedy asked, getting excited. John smirked. “Something like that. You’ve been a bad boy, Kenny… You’re not supposed to keep things from your daddy.” Kennedy had no time to speak because John immediately shoved the blades right into Kennedy’s loose entrance. Kennedy screamed when he felt the scissors scrape against the flesh inside of him. He tried to pull away, to escape, but John was holding him in place with his free arm. “This will teach you to never lie to me again,” John growled, beginning to thrust the scissors into Kennedy. “Oww! John! Please stop!” Kennedy yelped, sobbing. John shook his head and smiled to himself, enjoying Kennedy’s misery. “You’re such a loose whore… It’s a shame I’m going to make you even looser,” John said darkly, chuckling to himself. He kept the scissors inside of Kennedy, and as Kennedy was beginning to adjust to them being there, John opened them, then closed them. Kennedy cried out, feeling the blades cut right through his flesh. John continued doing that, only quicker. He began thrusting the scissors in and out again, along with opening and closing them. He was laughing as he did all this, especially when the blood began gushing out. Kennedy was screaming so loud that John became very turned on. He continued cutting away at Kennedy’s ass, or what was left of it, and let the pieces fall onto the puddle of blood on the carpet. “I want you to fucking cum for me,” John hissed, slamming the scissors into Kennedy’s ass harder and deeper within every push. Kennedy shook his head, still sobbing, but he knew he was about to orgasm. John spanked Kennedy’s ass repeatedly. “Scream my fucking name!” Kennedy whimpered and did as he was told. “O-Oh, Joooohhhn!! Big Daddy Ohh, k-keep going…” John was not satisfied and pulled the scissors out of him. Kennedy fell to the floor, breathing heavily and gasping for air. John unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick, aiming it right at Kennedy’s eyes. Kennedy opened his eyes briefly, but John took that opportunity to release his piss right on them. Kennedy yelled as the liquid burned them, blinding him. John snickered and finished, zipping his pants again. He set the scissors down on the table and covered Kennedy’s body with a blanket and his mouth with duct tape. Then he stepped over the ribbons on flesh on the carpet, leaving Kennedy lying naked on the floor, writhing in pain. Pat and Garrett entered the room then, and completely ignored the blanket. “Ooh, look, watermelon!” Pat cried out in joy, picking the chunks of Kennedy’s ass up. Garrett grinned. “Let’s make smoothies for the guys!”
WHO COMES UP WITH THESE KINDS OF THINGS
WHAT EVEN.
