Month: April 2018

raisedinthesmoke:

It wasn’t really what Lex meant, but he didn’t have the energy or heart right now to explain himself better, not that he really knew how to put into words just how much it terrified him to put his trust in anyone anymore after what had happened with his own family.

“I guess one night can’t hurt?” he conceded easily, knowing damn well that if he went home and spent the night alone, he’d fall apart, and he didn’t want that right now.

“You wanna stay in here with me or use one of the guest rooms?” Normally he would have called it a spare room, but he wanted Lex to feel welcome there. Although, honestly, he was sort of hoping he chose to stay with him for the night. Something in Devereux didn’t want to let him out of his sight for longer than he needed to.

“Feel up to eating yet?”

mythsandmonsters:

The fresh sting of the welts on his back and the noises Aislynn made had him finally chasing his own satisfaction, Teddy forgetting all manners entirely as he got a little rough, encouraging her to hurt him more in return as he quickened the pace, his rhythm getting a touch sloppy in its determination.

Her teeth sank into his shoulder, her control faltering enough for her eyes to change and her nails to sharpen as she clung to him. It never occurred to her that he might not like being clawed up that hard, but she couldn’t exactly help it either. The only way to prevent it would be to bind her wrists and she wasn’t sure how much she would like not being able to touch him. If she wasn’t trying to be quiet, she would have been begging him to cum.

1 from literally whichever one of my muses you want because yes, good, all the things xD (tho totally take your time cuz I am hella the patient sort :D)

grimesucker:

➤ W/3 7H15 15  ➤ @ofviolentdeath

1. our muses handcuffed together

                                              “ this is your fault. ”

it was hardly fair to throw blame, especially where blame was undeserving,
but given that Dox had remained BLESSEDLY UNCUFFED to anyone before NOW,
he’d think it safe to label the NEW FACTOR as CAUSE behind the shitty situation.

hands bound, captives tied back-to-back ; dox SHIFTS,
wiggling in efforts to make his pockets more accessible ;

                               “ they took my lock pickin’ tools, but not my DARTS. ”

with deliberate nudging, he bumps his back pocket against captive partner’s fingers ;

                                 “ grab ‘em, i’ll break us out. —try not to STAB yourself. ”

She growled, actually growled. 

“You cannot seriously be fucking blaming me.”

    Devin was going to murder her. He was seriously going to
    kill her this time. This was a brand new low.

                         “If I wasn’t shacked to your weak ass, I could break the damn things,
                                        thanks.”

Honestly, she wasn’t sure what was annoying her more; the situation or him.