absolute horror.

got to write to my family, say, "i'm calm and feeling warm" not quite there, but i'm close and it's a world of a difference

[mesxy-blog]

               she gazes at him for a moment, shocked into silence for once in her life. juniper is just as tired as he is, if not more. shoulders sagging, she brings her hands up to tug at her hair, sighing quietly. “ugh.” lips pouty as ever, the blonde can’t help but be fucking ecstatic that he left her. that he came after her instead of staying with rose– but that’s so selfish. she doesn’t want to feel that way, doesn’t want to be happy about it. she wants to tell him to go home, to apologize to rose and marry her and have kids and– BUT SHE CAN’T.

               she just fucking can’t. he’s hers, he’s finally fucking hers and that’s all that matters as she shakes her head in response to what he’s saying. “no. i was never going to be satisfied with ari. i wasn’t ever going to be as happy as i could be, he doesn’t– he didn’t make me happy. not even close compared to the way you make me feel.” her voice has softened considerably, her entire demeanor has, and she looks up at him with gentle eyes through dark eyelashes. although soft, also timid, shy, unsure, insecure. “are you sure?” she murmurs, taking a small step forward and tucking her hair behind her ear before biting down on her lower lip nervously. “it’s not too late to go back.”

[fgsdylan]

                    “ I don’t want to go back, ” he wanted to say he didn’t have anything to go back to, but dylan really didn’t want to go back. this -- this tiny girl with the soft, pouty lips and short limbs -- was his everything now. his present and future, finally. “ I just wanted you happy, june. I didn’t care with who.” he took another step closer, and hesitantly took her hand in his, her other hand followed. his tired eyes dropped to look at how her hand was placed on top of his while the other curled under and in his bruised fist. he smiled, thinking of how it could resemble him, her and percy, their daughter -- their broken, but loving family. 

                    dylan’s free hand slipped to grab the small of her back and pull her closer to him, he sighed, still staring at their hands between them. “ but I do now -- and I want you to be happy with me. ” he looked up to her, his eyes begged and pleaded, the corner of his lips tugged up with a soft smirk. “ if you’d let me be more than a friend, and a god-daddy, of course. ” his hand then slid up to the side of her face, his thumb caressed her soft cheek, “ or I could be just that.” he whispered, sighing as he gazed at his manic pixie dream girl. she’s a mother now, but she’ll always be his girl. his rebel child, and he’ll always be her wonder boy -- and her man. literally always, this time. “ I could be whatever the fuck you want me to be, I’m y o u r s. ”

[mesxy-blog]

     a sob pushes it’s way out of her small body at his first few angry words and her knees go weak– god, she can’t fucking stand this. can’t stand him so mad at her, hating her so much. knuckles turning white as she clenches the counter H A R D with her fingers, juniper shakes her head at his request. she knows she can’t look at him, can’t see the pain that she’s caused him these past four years.

    “but it’s true. all i did– do– is make your life messy, dylan.” the soft tone is almost worse than him yelling at her. his confession makes her body still and she practically turns into stone. “hm?” voice clearly devoid of any emotion at all, suddenly seized by the fucking dry humor of this situation, june turns around but avoids his eyes. angrily wiping her cheeks dry with her sweater sleeve, the petite blonde pushed past him hard this time. “i’ve spent four F U C K I N G years moving so that you could be happy – so you could be ignorant– and you’re telling me that you knew the whole GOD DAMN TIME ?”

     she whirls around, a mess of platinum curls spilling around her shoulders and down her back, small wisps landing in her eyes, framing her face. she’s a scattered angry doll standing in front of him with fire-whip, wet eyes and a strong, familiar pout. fists clenched once more, now down by her sides, juniper breaths heavily, chest heaving with the force of living. “why are you here? and where is rose.”

[fgsdylan]

            “ I didn’t. ask. for you. to do that.” he spat bitterly, “ and I fucking left her, june. okay? I left her and I came after you and --” dylan stopped himself, trying not to yell again, he fucking hated that. and it worked but it was still there --- his steady glare ( even though he did look like a kicked pup with his eyes glistening and him angrily frowning ), he actually didn’t even sound angry anymore, just tired -- like his dropped shoulders. he just wants to reach out to what once used to be his. he felt like sighing after every word he spoke, he felt drained. he is drained. of all emotions ( negative ones, or at least he’s trying not to have them bubble at the surface again ), of all things to say, or excuses. he just wanted silence to match his now numb mind. he was happy to see her but all this nonsense is ruining it, and he refuses to let that happen. not again. not now. not ever.

            “ don’t -- ” he begged, “ I didn’t want to ruin you and ari. you deserved happy, june. I wasn’t going to give it to you. you knew that, you left for that. but..-- but maybe that was the right thing to do, because I followed you, june.” dylan took a step closer to the girl, his voice low and smooth like honey. “ I’m here. for you, and I’m only going where you’re going. ”

[mesxy-blog]

               his tone hurts. it fucking H U R T S her. juniper buried her face in her hands for a second, breathing in deeply to try to settle the raging feelings of guilt and loneliness holding hands in the center of her rib cage. swallowing thickly, removing her hands and looking up at the ceiling, uselessly blinking back the tears in the corners of her eyes that have already begun to spill down her cheeks, the small girl ran thin fingers through her hair before finally speaking in a wavering, shaky voice. “i left for rose. for you and rose. i left–” 

               she’s completely lost all composure she’d tried to keep up, hands shaking violently as she brought one up to her mouth before biting down on her lower lip and standing up as well, brushing past him and doing her best to not brush against him, even if their shoulders touched slightly. grabbing her phone off of the kitchen counter, she checked the time. “persephone will be here soon and i really don’t want to argue with you when she is. she doesn’t– she knows about you but i didn’t–” she physically deflates, shoulders falling as she presses her palms flat against the kitchen counter and hangs her head. eyes clenched shut tight, voice only slightly above a whisper, she can’t face him when she speaks next.

            “you’re her father and i didn’t– i couldn’t– i’ve spent years fucking you and rose up. i couldn’t be the cause of your relationship’s end, i just couldn’t. so i left and i took her with me and i didn’t tell you where i went because i wanted you to stay in beckton and be happy and think she was ari’s and–” she’s babbling, chest tightening, breath speeding. “dylan, i didn’t want to leave.” it’s not something she ever thought that she would admit. “that– that is why i want to talk about rose, dyl.”

[fgsdylan]

                 “ YOU DON’T FUCKING -- ” dylan squeezed his eyes shut at his own tone, allowing himself to calm down. he hated yelling at her, tried to avoid doing it. seeing her small fragile self flinch and cower because of him would make him literally nauseated at himself -- but it was so fucking hard no to when she’s standing there and telling him all the shit he couldn’t bear to hear. dylan couldn’t bear being the reason why she left. deep down? he knew. he was sure of it. but hearing it like that made him want to die. want to die a terrible, agonizing death because he deserved it. 

               “ you don’t decide that for me, june. you don’t decide that you’re ruining my life, and that you’re the reason why things are happening -- you -- ” he sighed, “ I’m sorry, just ---” his voice softened and eyes brimmed with tears again. he hated this. he didn’t plan for this. he just wanted to see her and none of anything that’s happening right is making sense to him, even his own anger. “can you please look at me? june --- june, I knew about percy.” he confessed, his eyes still searching for her face. “ I’ve known since..--- I just know. I know she’s mine. I know she’s ours. that’s why I’m here, juniper. can’t you -- can’t you see? ”

[mesxy-blog]

         she should have known that he was going to be angry with her– should have expected it. hell, she’d be furious if she was in his place. eyelashes fluttering against her cheekbones as she closed her eyes with a soft sigh at the sound of her name leaving his lips so coldly, the petite blonde took her hand away from his face quickly. the advance had been stupid anyway– as if he wanted her to touch him. 

           eyes flying open at his comment, a vicious spark in them, juniper raised an eyebrow. “well i want to talk about rose. i N E E D to talk about rose. in fact, i refuse to talk about anything else until you tell me what’s going on between you two.” she can’t help but flinch at the topic of the emails. { she’d had good intentions. had wanted to keep him up to date on anything huge. } bringing her hands up to her face to rub her eyes tiredly– god, when was the last time she had slept – june clenched her hands into fists and let them rest in her lap.

        “i’m aware.”

[fgsdylan]

             “ no, ” he spat, standing up. “ know what I need? I need to talk about what happened four years ago, and what happened during those four years, juniper. I..-- ” he stuttered, his breathing process picked up a pace and his temper rose again, his eyes were blurry and he’d try to blink away the tears, but he didn’t have to because they refused to spill. his anger was making his agony bearable, ( his panic attack, too. those two often come hand-in-hand whenever he confronted someone he cared about -- got hurt by someone he cared about. deeply. ) but it still ached. his hands still twitched. his mouth still spilled bitter and cruel words just to make it all stop, but he couldn’t. a ticking bomb is finally going off, and it’s dylan. 

               “ I spent..-- four fucking years looking for you. four years, june. your emails, they brought me closer to you, but they did nothing to make it better. you were gone, june. you were gone, and you took percy, and you..-- you left me. you think I really want to talk about..-- about rose now?”

[mesxy-blog]

>               a soft sigh falls past her lips as his arms warp around her tightly and she buries her face into his shoulder. juniper allows herself to melt in his grasp for a few seconds, hands going up to claw at the hair at the nape of his neck, the other reaching at the fabric of his shirt. a shiver rakes through her body before she pulls away quickly from him. tucking her hair behind her ear shyly, june looks up at him, nervously chewing on her lower lip.

              “how did you– where did you– what are you doing here?” she looks past him, eyebrows furrowing. “where’s rose?” her voice softens, hidden exhaustion showing through as her shoulders slumped. backing up a few steps, cold feet padding against the tile, the blonde hesitated before speaking quietly. “um– come in. please. if you want.” holding her arm uncomfortably, gesturing with one hand towards the couch, juniper went to sit down. “you can– sit down.” she sounds painfully awkward and she knows it, can feel the panic rising up in her blood, her mind screaming at her to run. { run from this conversation, from him. } 

                 she’s suddenly glad that percy isn’t home, isn’t here to witness whatever is about to go down. she can only imagine how pissed dylan is at her. but she has so many questions that she needs answered– like why he was here and how he found her. how his family is doing in beckton and how long he’s known she was here. sighing softly, june offered him a warm smile, unable to keep out the brightness of it as she looks at him for the first time in years. “you got my emails? god, it’s– so fucking nice just to see you.” she reaches out a hand, cupping the side of his jaw for a moment, thumb brushing against it. “–missed you so much.”

[fgsdylan]

                 the minute she held him back is when he felt it all rush back to him --- all the love he felt for her, it’s depth, it’s intensity. all the memories; back in the shed, back in the backseat of his car, on white, blood stained sheets or leather,  her breath against his skin, his fingers dragging across hers, her soft sighs, her softer skin. but it wasn’t just that. it was also the pain; the sound her suitcases made when she dragged it through the concrete, the sound of her car driving off and away and into the four years he spent chasing after what’s left of his happiness, the nights he spent writing her--them into a bestseller, the days he spent tracking her down and asking everyone she knew or didn’t about her whereabouts, the countless times his heart jumped at the sight of a blonde woman holding a little girl’s hand, the many pills he swallowed just to kill off the hurt by getting some sleep. it still hurt in the morning. it always did -- that’s when he felt himself shutting down again, his broken features are back to being an icy glare and nothing.

             “ – juniper.” he cut her off coldly, her voice like white noise in his ears --- music, but his anger always made beautiful things hurt. --- “I’m not here to talk about rose.” his eyes stared at her, he felt them burning but his pride would never.  “and I got your emails. all of them. all what? twenty? twenty-five of them? four years, and just ---” he felt his voice raise, so he closed his eyes, took a breath and let it out in a shaky sigh. “it’s been..--- four years.”

[mesxy-blog]

         the drip of each droplet falling from the faucet in the bathtub was starting to drive her insane. the rusty pipes in the old brick house she’d been renting for a month were clearly beyond saving and she’d had to deal with the broken piece of shit bathtub that had randomly turned warm water cold and refused to not leak. 

           juniper had dyed her hair back to her signature platinum just two months prior, all panicky urges to run finally wiped away as her and her daughter had settled in the little town of uncertain, texas. the name had felt right and she’d been drawn to it as soon as she’d seen it on the map she kept in her little rundown, beat-up car. running her fingers through her wet, messy strands, june sighed softly. it had been four years since she’d run– since she’d left everything that had ever mattered to her (besides persephone) behind. { and she still wasn’t able to locate herself in the face leering back at her through the glass. not since she’d left him. }

           tucking her towel around her body tighter, she leaned over the sink to splash water onto her face, not liking the crazed look in her widening eyes as her mind began to wander back to the past. persephone was in preschool and would be for a few more hours. june had finally taken a day off for herself, nursing her tired and overworked bones, allowing herself just one day to recuperate before getting back to the grind. they needed to save up for the inevitable next move, even if right now she didn’t want to make it. 

           sometimes she wondered whether this was all worth it– the running. she couldn’t even identify who was chasing her anymore. ari had been in jail for a couple years and she had sole custody of percy anyway– not like she was his daughter. pushing her face down into the water, eyes clenched shut tightly, she waited until her chest was screaming for air before coming back up. { funny, the tightness in her chest lingered anyway. } rubbing her face tiredly before drying her hair with a towel half-heartedly, wet blonde strands sticking to the skin of her lightly freckled shoulder, juniper languidly got dressed. { if the over sized flannel wasn't exactly hers then no one needed to know. } 

           she’d need to get dinner ready, sweep the floor where the little one had spilled cheerios this morning. as she went to do so she was interrupted by a soft knock on the door, eyebrows furrowing. she supposed it was a neighbor or something– those in the little town were close and not too keen on strangers but percy had won their hearts over easily. she’d thought she was done receiving welcoming food dishes but maybe there was a straggler come to introduce themselves. sighing softly, neglecting to put on any pants as per usual, the petite blonde made her way to open the door and stood still as she realized just who was in front of her. eyes scanning their face, mouth parting for a sharp intake of breath, she realized that she should have known who was there from the beginning. an odd, soft feeling washed over her and she all but melted into the doorway, leaning her weight against it as not to – hell – pass out or something. “dylan.” it was all but breathed out, soft and unsteady, shaky, just like her.  

[fgsdylan]

     TWENTY FIVE --- that’s how old he is now. it’s been four years ( three months, fourteen days, and seven hours, dylan counted ) since juniper and persephone greenwell’s disappearance. at first he thought this was just another episode, he did flinch when she slammed that car door hard on his face, but he stood by and let it happen, giving his manic ( emphasis on the manic ) pixie dream girl her time and space. 

    time and space, however has turned into weeks, then a month --- and that’s when he realized that juniper’s really gone this time. she always has been, in some way sometimes. mentally, she’d be absent and livid. he hated it when she got like that, and tried his best to bring her back to the life they both dreaded but fell madly in love with in each other’s presence. but now she’s really gone; her room became just a room with a bed they once shared a rough night in that turned into a night full of sleep-slurry whispers and rare stolen kisses. percy’s room was like a dead child’s room ( the irony made him shiver. it would’ve been, if june didn’t feel her kicking again ) the kitchen that used to be so busy in the morning, noisy with the sounds of plates and pans clattering and percy’s giggles is just a room with with a an empty fridge now. the lights in the house were never on unless he turned him ( he doesn’t. the sight of it, fully lighted but with no life in it made him feel worse. made it all worse. )

     dylan christopher walker never regretted anything more. and that’s when he decided to just do it, for once --- to just up and go seek his own happiness, seek out his present and future. seek out the present he’d rather be in, instead of the mess his long limbs is tangled up in --- rose, his family, his ‘off-work activites’. it all made no sense now that she’s gone. it really didn’t --- seek out the life he spent so much time writing about and actually start living it. for once, dylan went out to seek out his june, and his d a u g h t e r, persephone walker.

     he saw her first. percy four years passed and he still recognized the young girl. his girl she walked past him and didn’t notice, her long, blonde hair bouncing behind her as she walked back home, a signature pout in a dress and hooded eyes ( a spitting image of her mother ), she had his walk, though --- long strides, like she’s in a hurry --- and a tiny mole near her chin. his heart dropped and next thing he knew, his longer strides were discreetly following the girl. he’d follow her to the end of the earth if it meant he’ll get to reunite with the one who spent four years chasing and hating and loving and longing for --- with his one and lonely. and that’s where his princess led him, to her. he saw her open up the daughter to her daughter and lift her up, the girl’s arms wrapping instantly around her mother’s neck. he watched june fall in love all over again with her little girl as percy excitedly told her about her day out in the world --- he felt himself falling just as hard, and didn’t walk back home that night.

                       what does home even mean when it’s the two girls right in front of him?

     that was dylan for a week, practically stalking his own family and trying to gather up the courage to walk up to june and let out all his anger and disappoint and love on her --- she hurt him so bad, but he couldn’t help but feel like a mess now that he have found her. he didn’t think it would be like this. he thought he’d just go up to her right there, the minute he first saw her with percy, and just talk to her --- or yell at her, or break down to her feet, or just say ‘hi’, let her know that he’s there, he always has been ---, but it was just. so. hard. sleepless nights were spent planning for their reunion, FOUR years were spent planning for the day he’ll see her; what he’ll say, what he’ll leave out, the intensity of the kiss he knew he’d give her, whether he’d let her sleep on his chest, or cuddle her close to him as a spoon, whether he’ll even spend the night or not -- but that all seemed to evaporate whenever he went near that house.

     finally, he got himself upset enough that he actually went and did it, not caring about any plan, he drove all the way to her house, got out of his car and walked up right to her door, shaky hands touching the wood with three loud knocks, he sighed;

    “ju---” the door swung open and his heart went still for a second before it beat furiously in his chest, his breaths got heavier as he tried to utter a word but it seemed like his tongue was failing him, his lips stuttered before his long limbs suddenly swooped the girl in in a tight embrace --- that’s when he closed his eyes, and let a deep breath out, “jesus fucking christ, juniper----” he felt his eyes burning, but he resisted the urge to burst. 

    he felt like complete shit in her arms, but he has never fucking felt better, and not only in just four years.

[mesxy-blog]

as the hand on her thigh crept ever higher, jasper clenched her pencil tighter between her fingers before turning towards him with a sharp glint in her eye. “would you fucking stop? do you know how hard this shit is? i’m trying to concentrate.” running a hand through her hair, the young blonde almost immediately felt bad for snapping at the other but set her jaw, too stubborn to admit it.

[fgsdylan]

   “So concentrate,” his chuckle rung through the kitchen, he placed his elbow on the table they were sitting on and rested his head on his hand, still shaking from his sadistic laugh fit, “I’ll just..” the tips of his fingers danced on her exposed flesh, lightly scratching and tapping on her thigh, “be here.” he smiled sweetly, biting down another laugh. “You can do this, don’t mind me.” 

[fgsdylan]

    she couldn’t hold back the soft laugh that slipped past her lips at his facial expression, raising her eyebrows back at him and feeling a bit proud at having won that round. { at least in her opinion. } “really.” juniper bit down harshly on her lower lip as his fingertips met her skin, blood pooling in the sensitive spot she tended to wear down with her teeth. “got a problem?” her ankles crossed behind him as she pulled him closer, lips parting at the contact between them that was a balance between not enough and just enough as she gently gripped his wrists with her thin fingers. { not to stop him. just to feel him. } squirming lightly underneath him as his hands roamed upwards, the blonde tilted her head to the side and looked up at him through her thick eyelashes with her signature pout adorning her lips, happiness blossoming in her chest at his approval. she hummed in response, waiting eagerly for his next move.  

    her fingers laced around his wrists, and it only encouraged to do more, to feel more of her under his hands, his thumbs rubbed circles between her thighs and crawled up higher and back lower -- she was so fucking soft, it drove him mad --, “So nice,” he hummed to himself, his eyes hooded and already feeling lust-faded and he hasn’t even fucking tasted her yet, in any way. He snapped back to reality, though, when he felt his fingers grazing the material of her underwear, which made him feel a surge of anticipation go through him, burning it’s way from the tip of his fingers to the nape of his neck, he pulled his hands away and hastily pulled the damn skirt off of her. He didn’t care that he just lost an endless game of teasing the living shit out of her and himself, he just wanted that skirt away from the skin he wanted to touch and grab at and taste all over -- she drove him mad. “Fuck,” he gasped out, tossing that skirt away like it’s disease ridden.  “-- there.”

[fgsdylan]

    she laughed softly again, raising a hand to cover her mouth at his tone. tilting her head to the side and raising an eyebrow at his face as he turned around, juniper kept her eyes on his, refusing to give into the temptation to look lower. “nice.” lips puckering into a pout, the blonde narrowed her eyes as their fingers slid past each other before bringing her hand up to slip her fingers past her swollen lips into her mouth casually. swirling her tongue around them and closing her eyes, cleaning the dried blood off of them, she wiped them off on her skirt before her eyelashes fluttered, eyes opening. “i think you might need to help me with that.” june placed her hands on her thighs lightly, thumbs pressing into the inner soft skin. “as long as you don’t mind, of course.”

    he licked his lips, eyes wide and glued at her lips wrapping her finger -- what the actual fuck is she -- Juniper was teasing him back. She always did, it was like their own secret -- not so secretive now that Elijah have picked up on it -- language; glares, glances, his trademark smirk, her signature pouts, endless banter and Baby Girl and Dylan Walker. “Really?” He lifted his eyebrows, holding back a laugh as he walked slowly to where she was sat, placing his hands on the top of her thighs,  seprating them gently to stand between them, the friction between his jeans and her inner thighs almost made his knees go weak. He bunched the skirt up to expose her thighs to his grabby hands. “-- Nice.” He hissed, smug and pleased with her answer.

[fgsdylan]

  juniper rolled her eyes at him, a soft smile at the edges of her lips threatening to turn into a grin. pulling herself up to sit on the counter, the petite blonde shrugged in response to his question. “shit happens.” watching him, anticipating his every move, june swung her legs back and forth as she waited for him to turn back around and grabbed the bottom of her shirt with thin, bony fingers and pulled it over her head. leaning her head back against the mirror, she sighed quietly before closing her eyes, “that was–“ a small laugh slipped past her lips before she continued. “–fun.”

    “Oh, yeah,” Dylan sighed with a laugh, that damn smirk still latched at the corner of his lips. “-- fun.” He slid off his shirt, and carelessly tossed in the tub, almost gasping -- but his heart did skip a fucking beat -- when he turned around to a shirtless June. Fuck, he thought of the word that almost slipped out of his lips as a mutter -- a mutter, and a verb, but he wouldn’t and he won’t.  He quickly regained his position, mentally shaking off his parted lips and well, lust in his eyes -- back to the dull fire in them, and back to that sick -- and pretty appreciative -- smirk. “Nice.” He whispered, taking the shirt away from her hands -- their fingertips touched, hers were stained with dried blood, and he shivered, wanting to wipe it away so bad --  careful, with a wet piece of clothing. He tossed it in the bathtub, too, and went back to June. “Your skirt.” He pointed out with grin, his eyes trained at hers. “Do I have to take that one off for you?”

[fgsdylan]

-- &&. heaxymetal 

    “Missed a spot,”  Dylan said after clearing his throat, he moved closer to where Juniper stood near the sink, gently wiping the stain on her temple. “How did that even get there?” He chuckled, going back to where he was standing near the bathtub, filling it with water and pouring a -- well, a heavy amount of bleach in it. It’s not only his clothes he’ll be washing since he decided he’d let June tag along with him. It’s been a while since June, and the shed. He missed it. So much that he deliberately made sure this kill would be messy and hard to wash off --- He smirked to himself. 

[mesxy-blog]

                   jasper rolled her eyes at his comment before raising an eyebrow as she watched the direction of his gaze. she prepared herself for him to blow up, not expecting the question. “ i dunno? two weeks ago? when i called you and you didn’t answer. ” the blonde looked at him pointedly, almost daring him to be pissed off at her for it when in reality is was his own fault. { she could have waited for him to get back but she doubted he was loyal to only her, anyway. } slightly annoyed that he’d stopped what they were doing for this, jaz ran a hand through her hair once her wrists were released, ignoring the dull throb of where hid grip had been. “ please don’t make this a big deal. ” 

                     she moved her hands to his chest, fingers clenching in the fabric of his shirt as she kept her gaze there as well, eyebrows furrowed as she shrugged halfheartedly. “ no one you know. just a friend. he throws most of the parties i go to. ” jasper looked up at him through her eyelashes, biting down on her lower lip before deciding to truly speak her mind. “ did you expect me to just stay in my room and be a good girl while you were off doing whatever the fuck you wanted? ”   

[fgsdylan]

    Fucking nice, Dylan clenched his jaw, his eyes shutting softly but forcefully, like he was trying to stop every bit of light to slip in. “Lovely.” a bitter smile appearing on his face, erasing any sign of pleasure and content -- well, content was there, he was pretty content. Too content, despite the boiling rage he felt tearing at his fucking heart. “You know,” he spoke softly, a malicious smirk replacing the bitterness of his previous smile, his fingertips still pressed at her thigh. “I never liked good girls.” His hand released her shoulder, and slid down to grab at her hip, “They all looked too fake to me, y’know? Too boring,” His hand slid lower to grab at her other thigh, his other mimicked it’s twin’s movement, switching from slight touches to full possessive grabs. His eyes never looking up to hers despite his deep urge to look up and see her confused pout. “So sweet, and pure, so wide-eyed and pretty, so innocent -- and there’s no such thing as innocent, you’d know.” He darkly chuckled, sliding himself down whilst gently pushing her thighs apart.

     “-- that’s why I’m fucking with you, sis.” Dylan smiled, sweetly this time, and finally looking up to her from where he was, between her legs, hands grabbing at each. “You were never a good girl -- but you were for me.” He licked his lips before licking a long, single stripe, tasting and teasing his girl and sighing at how sweet she tastes on his lips and tongue. “-- Always.”

[mesxy-blog]

                             ❝ oh, yes, of course. anything for the princess. ❞ pulling the cigarette away from his lips, he offered her a crooked smile and shrugged. { but couldn’t help but think of how much he liked the way his name sounded spilling off of her pouty lips. } humming in response, not at all believing her, he raised an eyebrow back at the small girl before grinning with his teeth at her. ❝ believe it or not, baby, i’m just here chasing a high. daddy’s got to take a break every now and then, doesn’t he? ❞

[fgsdylan]

                             ❝ Don’t fucking call me that. ❞ Dinah warned, trying to fight away an angry pout with a bittersweet smile. ❝ Oh, daddy. Right. Yes. ❞ Dinah laughed, looking up at the skies and God at how ridiculous he just sounded -- though, he did make her almost squirm, but that might be the drink she just had, so she shrugged it away and kept reminding herself who he truly was -- ❝ M’kay, August. ❞ Dinah twirled around to get the half empty pack of cigarettes out of her purse -- her friend’s, but that bitch was long gone the minute they walked into that house, and Dinah knew she’s taking this purse home with her anyway, so it’s hers for the night --, sighing in relief after spending minutes looking for it in the purse that seemed to never end. ❝ Great,❞ she whispered to herself, taking one it and putting it between her lips. Rolling her eyes before she glared at the boy with the unlit cigarette between her pouty lips, she huffed. ❝ Do I have to ask for a light, or are you actually going to be a gentleman for once? ❞

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                          she automatically stilled, closing her eyes as she felt his palm twitch on her thigh. she knows that he wants her and doesn’t fucking understand why he’s holding back. it would be so easy for him to just take her– she’s more than willing, after all. shivering lightly as his grip tightens, jasper’s mind wanders as she wonders if he’s left marks on her skin finally. it had been too long since there’d been ones on her body from him. { she’s let others mark her and probably still has some bruises in the shape of fingertips on her thighs from a few nights ago. } she’d hated watching the last marks form him fade from her skin a bit more each day in his absence, honestly. soft whines and whimpers escaped from her lips as he created art on her collarbones, thighs tightening around his waist as he did so.

                          “ fine. ” she’d missed this tone, the one that told her what to do and forced her to submit to him. a rather loud almost fucking keening noise pushes past her lips from the back of her throat and she moves her head to the side to stifle it in the blankets as he touches her just barely. {  definitely not enough. she wants more. } squirming lightly underneath him, she rolls her eyes and arches her back before settling back in defeat. “ shut up. it’s been awhile. ”  she can’t stop the light blush that appears on her cheeks, red dusting across her cheekbones as she avoids his eyes.

[fgsdylan]

    “I’ve noticed...” His lips perked up for a second, his didn’t, though, noticing the marks on her thighs. It made his heart twitch in his chest, partially in disgust and pure jealousy, but mostly it was something that felt a little like..sadness, and self-loathing, and disappointment, at himself. These foreign marks on her skin are his doing, whether he liked them or not, whether he wished they literally were his doing or not. Maybe if he kept contact, she wouldn't run into the arms and the grabby hands of another men..-- Nope, the thought disgusted him, Dylan cringed. 

    “When did this happen?” Dylan found himself asking, his voice low, dripping of jealousy and slight resentment, his fingertips slightly brushing at the stranger-made marks, ignoring her soaking heat for his jealousy. His other hand releasing her wrists, but went to gently at her left shoulder. “Who the fuck did you let touch you?”

[mesxy-blog]

                              ❝ what’s a pretty girl like dinah walker doing at a grungy party with all the lowlifes like myself? ❞ the corners of his lips twitch up into a smirk and he smothers it with another lungful of smoke, leaning against the wall of the house and tilting his head to look at her as he flicks the ashes off the end of his cigarette. ❝ should probably be careful. never know who might show up to one of these things. might even meet the big bad wolf if you look in the right places. ❞  

[fgsdylan]

                              ❝ Dinah Rose Walker, please. Sounds prettier. ❞  Her eyes fluttered, a poisonous little smile gracing her lips, she strutted to where the boy stood. ❝ --- and that’s none of your business, Greenwell. ❞ Dinah scowled, rolling her eyes. ❝ I’m no Red Riding Hood. I’ll be okay.❞  Flashing him another quick smile then dropping it, she raised a brow at him. ❝ What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be luring some poor misguided little soul into your lair, or something? ❞ 

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                                             her glare deepened even further at his answer but he was flipping their positions before she could do anything about it. a soft whimper escaped past her lips before she could stop it as he pinned her arms above her head, biting down hard on her lower lip to stop herself from letting out anymore sounds. swallowing thickly as dylan’s hand rested lightly on her throat, jasper had to hold herself back from begging for more, begging for him to press down harder. ❛ i resent that. i’m not adorable. ❜ the pout on her lips strengthens and a shiver runs down her spine as his hands explore her petite body. she closes her eyes, thick eyelashes brushing against her cheekbones as she wills herself not to buck her lower body up into his touch. { his fingertips are rough against her soft thighs and it’s fucking insatiable. } 

                                               jas has to admit that she’s missed his touch, missed the contrast between their skin, missed his easy smile and working him up into a frenzy until the only word he could mutter was her name. { and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t absolutely dripping at this point. } ❛ i really missed you too. ❜ her voice is low, soft– but she can still hear the desperately eager underdone hiding and knows that he’s going to pick up on it, probably going to tease her until the point of tears. yanking lightly on her hands where he has them trapped, she speaks in a slightly frustrated tone. ❛ i want to touch you. don’t you want me to touch you? ❜ she wraps her legs around his waist, shirt slipping so high up that she might as well not even be wearing it as she brings him closer, closing any gap that may have been between them.

[fgsdylan]

   “Stop.” trying to take over. Dylan was this close to falling apart and falling under her, falling into her. It was making him nervous, this soft battle of dominance, hurricanes in the shape of shivers surged through his veins as he felt his palm twitch on her thigh, all wrapped up around his waist, dragging him closer to her, fuck. “No.” Dylan gulped, gripping at her tight before letting loose, but tightening his grip on her wrists, hoping it would make a bruise, hoping it would hurt. “Not yet.” His breath hovered over her collarbones, he brought his teeth down at them, nibbling and biting and sucking the red, blue and purple out of her. He was wrecked worse then she was – and he can tell she was wrecked, her pouty swollen lips and heavy sighs were art and music to his eyes and ears, he wanted to kiss her so bad, to fuck those sighs out of her, turn them into his name, the image in his head making him smile against her skin — but no. 

    “You don’t offer me that.  I tell you when I want to be touched.” Dylan dead-panned, no more sounding so sweet and gentle because that apparently gave her the idea that she had some control over him – she does, and he knows she does, but he doesn’t want her to know that –, his still-twitching hand slid up and in between her thighs, his thumb grazing over her nub. Jesus fucking Christ, he grunted as he bit on her shoulder, so fucking wet already. Dylan grinned, a sudden burst of ego pulling him back from the edge. “Think I should be asking the same question, though. Hm?” 

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                                           she wonders if he thinks she’s dumb– she can fucking tell that that’s a smirk on his lips and she’s aware of the fact that he gets off on this, on her telling him how much she missed him. knows that he’s cocky about it and he’s satisfied. { but she can’t exactly bring herself to let it piss her off enough to move away from him. } rolling her eyes in an amused fashion, jasper looked down before laughing softly. “ shut up. it’s laundry day, nothing else was clean. ” a small smirk played on her lips though, knowing he wouldn’t believe her. “ i don’t think you did. hey, i’ve got an idea! let’s compare how many times i called you to how many times you called me. that’ll settle it. ” she’s teasing this time, the bitter tone out of her voice– for now. 

                                             as soon as dylan’s hands land on her waist her breath hitches lightly and she curses herself instantly for showing how much she’s craved his touch, how much she truly wants him. jasper’s eyelids flutter shut as his forehead meets hers, not able to keep the eye contact it requires to keep them open. they fly open as soon as he calls her baby, her hands clutching tighter at the material of his shirt before raising to lock her fingers behind his neck. she hums quietly in response to his apology, not quite sure if she believes it yet or not, and bites down on her lower lip in thought. 

                                               jaz can’t help her gaze from lowering to his lips but she doesn’t exactly mind. { he’s not leaving her room until she at least gets a fucking kiss. } she ducks her head instead, grazes her mouth against the spot under his throat, murmuring into his skin. “ did you fuck anyone while you were gone? ” she presses soft kisses down to his collarbone, hands lowering to the middle of his back as she speaks some more. “ let them raise a fucking knife to your throat? let them ride your dick? ” the blonde bites down hard on his skin after, hands moving around to his chest to push him forcefully against the bed in one swift movement until he’s laying down fully. “ fuck their throat until they couldn’t breathe? pull their hair until some fucking rips out? did you carve your name into their skin so that you could lick the blood up afterwards? ” jasper’s eyes are blazing as she glares down at him, nails digging into his chest before rocking her hips down hard against his.

[fgsdylan]

   Yeswas the only answer he had to all her questions, all her movements around him, the pressure on his hips, her lips and teeth on his neck, his hands on his chest – Jesus fucking Christ, yes. They didn’t feel like questions, though. They were more like orders and dares. She ordered him to submit to her, and dared him to answer with a word other than ‘No’, and though that was enough to drive Dylan to the edge, almost making him come on his fucking pants in that instant, he wasn’t going to give in to her that easy — he wanted to, he’s going to. But he needed to remind her that nothing has changed. Jasper was still under his control. No matter how right or wrong he was, no matter how long he was gone or how the far the distance, no matter what position they fucked the life out of each other in, Jasper was – is still his. She belongs to him, not the other way around.

    “Maybe.” A playful smirk rose at the corner of his lips, and in a split second he had them flipped over, Jasper ending up under him with his hand laced around her wrists, pinning them over her head, his other wrapped around her neck – he resisted the urge to strangle out a moan from her, but too soon – he grinned down at the tiny girl under him – his tiny girl – stripping her down with his lustful eyes — lips pouting in defeat, his shirt on her inched up a bit, enough for him to know she was only wearing that shirt. “So fucking adorable,” He whispered, mostly to himself, his hands slowly sliding down from her throat, to her shoulder, to her waist, and finally to her fucking thighs. So bare and so soft under his touch. He licked his lips. “I really missed you, babygirl —” Dylan sighed out, his thumb rubbing circles on her skin “ — so. fucking. much.”