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@huntingbounties
don’t play their game. don’t step in line. don’t self-censor, have restraint; don’t pay patience to that which doesn’t deserve it.
say, the field i play on is reality. i am not interested in the rules of pretend. there are no standards worth following but those of actual right, and i refute any others which would try to temper down that what needs be done.
do I owe anyone a reply? It's been a while, I know. I'm currently back in Vegas preparing to roadtrip my stuff back up to Canada, so I might be a little busy the next week, but I would like to keep note of where I am at.
I made it back to Canada with the rest of my stuff @-@
YOU carry the burden of what you did to me. i am tired of being the one to hold on or let go.
do I owe anyone a reply? It's been a while, I know. I'm currently back in Vegas preparing to roadtrip my stuff back up to Canada, so I might be a little busy the next week, but I would like to keep note of where I am at.
i am unstoppable.
do I owe anyone a reply? It's been a while, I know. I'm currently back in Vegas preparing to roadtrip my stuff back up to Canada, so I might be a little busy the next week, but I would like to keep note of where I am at.
The image of roman kneeling in front of her was honestly not a bad sight at all. The smirk that plays on her lips shows that she was liking this game. Just as long as margo could handle whatever he had up his sleeve, she would do just fine. Although having his head near her legs had her licking her bottom lip out of habit. Oh he knew what he was doing alright.
Margo didn't want to admit that by having his hands on her feet made her feel some type of way. Almost like she would give him the satisfaction of knowing what affect he had on her. Irritation? Yes. Intrigued yes. She was just glad she wasn't ticklish beneath her heels. It has been a long while since she had this type of treatment and although she isn't a fan of foot fetish stuff, it did feel nice for the moment.
She raised her brow at his answer, his bluntness never cease to amaze her. " ouch, that's rather harsh of you. But if he was married I guess it's good riddance for him anyway. Infidelity is something I despise in a person." Margo replied with a slight bitter tone. Thinking back to her last relationship and how that went was..still a sore spot.
" So, you just like men? Or do you swing both ways?" She asked him with a curious smile.
In all reality, he didn't have any idea what he was doing with his hands. He'd never really done such a thing out of his own choice. There was a time where clients paid him to do it, but it wasn't something he tried to get better at.
Still, his thumbs rubbed and applied a decent pressure here and there, smoothing over her soft skin. She definitely took good care of herself.
"Harsh? Not much into the homewrecker lifestyle anymore," he scoffed, partially joking. Younger Roman was a dick.
A brow perked up at her question along with a heavy smirk that just barely held in his laugh. "Please, you think I'd let all this just go to the blokes? My wind spins the compass, luv," he said, the last bit with a smooth little rumble and a wink.
"What about you? What you fancy, since we're skipping the dares."
you forget your age but it doesn’t matter. you are old enough to have had a life. young enough still to live forever.
sometimes you just have to do whatever gets you through the day. that’s okay. you can’t get to the future without getting to tomorrow first.
I WANNA SEE THE LIGHT LEAVE YOUR DAMNED EYES I HATE YOU I HATE YOU
She did as he told her to do although her brow lifted up at his tone when he ordered her to sit down. Why did that cause a reaction below her stomach? As if she liked his stern tone even tho she should have snapped back? Admittedly she was still enjoying despite the mixed feelings.
She had wore a black pencil skirt with a matching black blazer and a white cami top underneath, her black two inch heel shoes clicks with each step until she sits down.
Margo almost pouts when she sees him put his shirt back on. But at least it was less distracting.
Her eyes glanced at him then, gave him a hopeful expression at his suggestion. Well this was a pleasant surprise to her ears. Of course there were tons of questions to ask him but she didn't pry too much. Start off something simple would be best. " okay, when was the last time you been in a relationship? Or rather been intimate with someone?"
As she did as he asked, Roman knelt down low in front of her. His eyes locked to hers before he leaned forward just enough for his head to almost rest on her legs. The position was held for a moment, not doing anything else but staring until he lightly bit his lip.
His hands then went to remove her heels, moving them to the side as he leaned back to focus on her feet as requested. Was he trying to get a rise out of her? Definitely. No matter what was going on, he enjoyed playing with people. It often got a little smile to shine through, just as it was right then and there as he looked down.
Strong, diligent fingers went quickly to work on the bridge of one of her feet. There was a time where Roman would rather of been caught dead than serve someone in such a way, never wanting to be any sort of servant, but things, or rather himself, had changed.
"Relationship 'bout...two years ago. Sex," he pondered, answering so candidly that it was almost as if he was asked the last time he had eaten. "Three days ago? Though I think the bloke was married, so...probably not barkin' up that tree again. Wasn't a good lay, either."
AUTUMN PREFERENCES.
bold and or color your preference.
Go apple picking or Go on a hay ride
Sour or Sweet
Sweaters or jackets
Socks or mittens
Bonfires or football
Trick or treating or watch scary movies
Bake pie or bake cookies
Rain or fog
Black cats or owls
Ghosts or wizards
Harry Potter or Halloweentown
Cinnamon or nutmeg
Reading or writing
Hot chocolate or tea
Live in a cabin in a forest or have it be fall 24/7
Candy apples or caramel apples
Blankets or pillows
Roasted marshmallows or roasted chestnuts
Coffee or apple cider
Red leaves or orange leaves
Braids or bows
Scented candles or the smell of fresh baked goods
Carve pumpkins or make pumpkin pie
Pumpkin spice lattes or chai tea letter
Beanies or berets
Candy corn or peanut butter cups
Jump in a pile of leaves or swing on a tire
Corn maze or haunted house
bob for apples or visit a pumpkin patch
S'mores or apple crisp
Apple pie or pumpkin pie
Whipped cream on hot chocolate or marshmallows on hot chocolate
Halloween or Thanksgiving
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He really wanted to play hardball didn't he? He would be the type to only pick dares instead of truths. Maybe deep down she was hoping he would pick truth just so she could ask more about him or what he did for a living and what was with all those scars he had from? All of those thoughts running in her head while trying not to get so distracted at how tempting he looked while he was in his position.
Shirtless, kneeling and looking like he was enjoying this way too much.
She sighs dramatically at his comment, hating that he was right and that sometimes she had zero patience. Although she was willing to go along with this little game if it meant she proved a point.
And of course he picked dare again, typical. She thinks for a moment before looking down at him with a mischievous smile.
" I dare you to message my ankles and my calves."
He had to admit, such a dare made him wish he had chosen the former. Roman sighed and tilted his head to the side in exhausted disbelief. Still, a deal was a deal, and that was rarely something he went back on.
"Sit down," he ordered, gesturing to the seat he had been using previously. As he waited, the man slipped his t shirt back on in thought.
Roman sucked his lip for a moment before speaking again, his accent dry. "Y'know what, since I'm a good bloke, I'll let you ask a question while I work." There had to be some kind of give, and this way, he could just say no to it if he didn't like it.
LYRICS. ( 5 - 10 lyrics from songs that remind you of your muse )
Black Honey by Thrice
I keep swinging my hand through a swarm of bees I can't understand why they're stinging me But I'll do what I want I'll do what I please I'll do it again till I've got what I need
I'll rip and smash through the hornet's nest Do you understand I deserve the best? And I'll do what I want I'll do what I please I'll do it again till I've got what I need
Damocles by Sleep Token
When the river runs dry and the curtain is called How will I know if I can't see the bottom? Come up for air and choke on it all No one else knows that I've got a problem What if I can't get up and stand tall? What if the diamond days are all gone, and Who will I be when the empire falls? Wake up alone, and I'll be forgotten
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Gore and Injury Starters
All of these prompts are related to injury, blood, gore, fatal wounding, and more. If this could be triggering content please keep scrolling. They are also taken from a variety of sources as well as one’s I’ve made myself. Change pronouns and wording as needed.Â
“Why are you holding your stomach? Is that blood?!”
“The blood felt warm and sticky”
“She was just covered in blood, and pretty smile painted on her face.”
“They found another body, this time it was mostly in one piece.”
“There was so much blood. I’ve never seen so much.”
“I didn’t feel it till just now.”
“You’re bleeding! Why didn’t you tell me.”
“You have to put pressure on it.”
“The cut looks clean, I should be able to stitch it closed.”
“That looks infected.”
“Is that bone? Please tell me that isn’t bone.”
“It’s infected, we’ll have to drain it.”
“I think I’m going to faint.”
“It’s going to pop and it won’t be pleasant.”
“Those are bad blisters.”
“I smell burning how bad is it?”
The kiss between them felt timid and slow at first but as she was getting into it just slightly and as she felt his tongue against her lip she shook at how dangerous close that she almost moaned, thankfully she caught herself before pulling back as well. She had to admit it was nice and gosh was his eyes always this blue? She thought as broke out of her mini trance.
"Define crazy? I guess if I sat on your lap and grind against your pelvic bone would that be crazy enough for you?" She definitely didn't like how she sound when she asked him that like it crossed her mind or that her voice sounded a bit too light.
" I believe its your turn right? Truth or dare?" She also teases as she asks. Wondering what his next move will be next.
With the way things had gone, her was sort of grateful to be kneeling, and even more so when she suggested the future option. His pants weren't very loose anymore. Play it cool. "Hey, don't go spoiling my next few dares. Patience, lass."
Truth was out of the window for him. Even though they had gotten close, there was still a part of him that lingered on her profession, and that part told him to not go spilling his life to her. Tasks were far easier for him.
And more fun.
"Dare, of course," he smiled innocently.
