Find me in the darkness

Bad, Bad Black Sheep. Have you lost your soul?

[badblacksheepx]

saoirsebites:

Yes. And I’m eager to make up for lost time, Gavin. 

Whatever my Sire wants, my Sire gets.

[badblacksheepx]

saoirsebites:

I presume you’d like to show your Sire a nice time.

Don’t I always?

[badblacksheepx]

saoirsebites:

Well, I like to be exciting.

A blood bar? I suppose you could take me there.

Tell me some shit I don’t know.

I can feel you pouting. Wanna go to the brothel instead?

[badblacksheepx]

saoirsebites:

Who says I wouldn’t be doing the stuffing?

You feisty little minx.

They have a swanky blood bar I think you might like.

[badblacksheepx]

saoirsebites:

Singular? Am I on a diet?

Oh, you want to make like an Oreo and get double stuffed?

[badblacksheepx]

saoirsebites:

Let’s see if you can guess, for old times’ sake.

A stiff drink and an even stiffer dick?

[colinfarrellsource]

[saoirsebites-blog]

Hm, now where shall I spend my first official evening in Belle Haven? Suggestions are welcome for after sundown, of course. 

[badblacksheepx]

What are you in the mood for, doe eyes?

[little-shark-memes]

Sexual Sunday Headcanon Questions!

Send a number and I’ll give a headcanon about it!

What does your muse do as foreplay?

Does your muse like to be on top or on the bottom?

Is your muse dominate or submissive?

What does your muse think of one night stands?

What song(s) would your muse listen to while getting frisky?

How often does your muse masturbate?

What are your muse’s kink(s)?

Is your muse content with their breast/penis size?

Is there anything your muse wants to change about their body?

Is your muse up for the idea of switching roles?

What turns your muse on the most?

What does your muse do after sex?

What does your muse do prior to sex?

Has your muse ever called or considered calling up someone for a booty call?

What is the biggest turn-off for your muse?

What does your muse masturbate to?

What is your muse’s favorite type of porn?

Has your muse ever considered becoming a porn star?

Has your muse ever had a boner/gotten wet in a public place?

What does your muse look for in a significant other?

Hair or clean shaven?

Does your muse like rough or soft sex?

Does your muse like to cuddle?

What is a session of sex like with your muse? (Details would be much appreciated~)

Is your muse up for trying new things in the bedroom?

Does your muse like public sex?

Does your muse use any toys?

Has your muse ever paid anyone for sex?

Does your muse like going into sex shops alone? With a friend? Not at all? Have somebody else do it for them?

What age did your muse lose their virginity?

[badblacksheepx]

healer-ryland:

Oh, yes, he can remember that. He’d given up his control in this bed… more than once. His head fell back against the pillows as a sigh escaped his lips. His legs spread wider involuntarily. “Ah… huh…” After a sharp intake of breath he did his best to force words past his traitorous tongue. “Well, Gavin, you said it. Senseless. How was I supposed to remember anything other than…” Than what? The intense orgasms, the complete surrender, the taste of the vampire in his mouth, or any of the other sensations that filled his head when he tried to remember the prior night. Gavin’s lips were tantalizingly close. He just needed to reach up a little and… yes! He pressed his mouth to the other man’s licking along the seem of his lips. 

Gavin’s signature smirk curved across his lips at the sight of Ryland beginning to unravel from his touch. He got the sense that the warlock didn’t do this kind of thing often. Random hookups with playboy vampires. The full moon was a powerful thing. Not even the best behaved Supernaturals could ignore the urges that came with a full moon for forever. He tightened his grip on the hardening length, stroking it from the tip to the base. “Maybe you need a little refresher?” Gavin murmured. Ryland’s shy side faded and the other male boldly leaned forward to press their lips together. Gavin returned the kiss, tangling his tongue with Ryland’s. He spread out next to the warlock, hand still pumping his shaft. “I think I need a reminder of just how good you can suck me off.”

[badblacksheepx]

healer-ryland:

“I don’t really drink much.” He ducked his head, wondering when he’d lost his typical control. Though maybe it was easier to maintain control during the full moon when you were in Army barracks or in sleepy Vermont towns. He has a flash of the moment when the vampire went from being a overconfident, jerk… the type he’d usually avoid to being impossible to resist. It was after the second drink and the guy had leaned in just to the point of invading his personal space. His voice had lowered and he’d made some comment about them ending up at his place. It had been ridiculous and sickeningly self-assured and pinged all of his buttons. “Guess not.” His body reacted to the touch of the vampire’s skin. “First you’re going to have to remind me of your name. I don’t usually sleep with guys I don’t know.” 

“Could have fooled me,” he teased. Gavin felt the twitch of Ryland’s thigh under his touch. There was still one day left of the full moon and Gavin planned on using it to his advantage when it came to the handsome warlock in his bed. He moved his hand up higher until it found the soft length between Ryland’s legs. Gavin circled his fingers around the shaft and started to stroke it slowly. “How you wound me. You were only moaning my name the entire time I was fucking you senseless.” The immortal chuckled. Gavin hovered near to the warlock’s lips, holding his gaze with his dark eyes. “It’s Gavin. Gavin Sawyer.”

[badblacksheepx]

healer-ryland:

Ryland adjusted his left hearing aid after it squeaked in his ear. It was never a great idea to sleep with the tiny devices, but he can remember not wanting to expose that part of himself to the sexy dark-haired man. And tall dark and sexy had proven worth the trouble. As Ryland sat up he felt achy in all the right places. “Just a little.” He arched a brow to indicate the sarcasm. “How much did I drink last night?” Though the power of the full moon could sometimes have the same affect. “You could come back to bed and help me with that.” Obviously it was still affecting him or maybe it was just the guy affecting him. 

“I wasn’t keeping track. Getting in your pants had me distracted.” Gavin grinned playfully. He remembered Ryland being more conservative when they first met at the nightclub. A few shots and drinks later, the warlock was much more out-going and loose. Gavin was sure the full moon also had a hand in getting Ryland in his bed as well. The vampire smirked and leaned in closer, drifting his fingers up the strong, bare thigh of the other male. “Not had your fill of me yet, hm?”

[badblacksheepx]

healer-ryland:

Ryland held his head and groaned lightly. What the hell had he done. “Ahh… yes. Just going to…” Just going to what? He didn’t know where he was who the guy was. Oh, he could remember what he’d done with the guy, but that was about all he could remember.

Gavin smirked at the sight of the groggy warlock in his bed. He met the attractive male at Black Rain the night before. A few drinks between them turned into a heavy makeout session in the parking lot, which then lead them going back to Gavin’s place for romp in his bed sheets. “Little hungover there, gorgeous?” He teased, sitting on the edge of his bed.

[badblacksheepx]

“I was wondering when you were going to wake up.”

[adventuringangel]

he is lust. he is sex in the back seat of a car. he is hickies on the beach. he is groping in a movie theater. he is ass grabbing in an empty aisle. he is dirty whispers on the phone. he is pressed thighs and lip biting. he is moaned names. he is trembling and goosebumps. he is breathlessness after a touch. he is frustration and dark eyes. he is insanity and clawing nails. he is the pleas of more. he is the begs of not stopping. he is the fantasies that have your hand between your thighs, wishing it was his mouth instead. he is sex. he is lust. he is a drug. one you’ll take with a scream of pleasure and a whimper for another.

the dangers of dating a boy who knows exactly what he’s doing.  (via tonkinwrites)

[badblacksheepx]

giacorso:

So professional. Send an address my way and I’ll put on my best interview attire in the meantime.

{address goes here} Make sure it’s easy to take off.

[badblacksheepx]

huntingxeliza:

Never mind. It went over your head.

Well, this is some stimulating conversation.