// ΉӨLY ЩΛЯ DΛUGΉƬΣЯ

[roleplaymmemes]

The 9th icon in your folder is your muse’s love struck face

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he’s able to catch her without BUDGING. strong arms HOLD HER UP, strong hands GRIPPING UNDER HER THIGHS. she’s light, like a feather, & he treats her like she’s made of glass. so fragile; doesn’t want to hurt her any more than those MONSTERS already have. jude has a tendency to IGNORE HIS LUST. does him no good to give in; just satisfy a FILTHY NEED for only a little while. he’s fucked others— it felt wrong. but she’s here, he’s turning, pressing her back against the WET TILE WALL. now he can’t ignore it; he can’t ignore her, HIS DESIRE for her. been too long; god, he’s becoming weak to her sounds. she wants him, he wants her. she says his name, thinks for a moment that if it weren’t for the HOT WATER hitting his skin that he’d think this was all just some dream.  she says his name & he wants to MELT. if it’d been anyone else, he’d get angry– maybe violent. IT’S NOT DAKOTA, just JUDE. wants to move on from that name, that life. likes this him better than the SCUM HE USED TO BE. he’ll be better for london this way. stronger, passionate, wildly in love. tried to bury it all after she left, tried to keep it all locked away even when she finally returned. but christ, she’s broken the lock & he’s ready to let it all POUR OUT. his lips meet her neck, he kisses where he can feel her pulse, the soft beat of her heart. “ i love you, baby, “ he mutters softly, close to her ear. “ i love you london, “

hair slicked back, wet, he’s managed to SCAVENGE for a few towels. dry off ( he didn’t get to wash up ). hands fix at the towel around his waist, his ankle POPS as he shifts weight, long fingers continuing to comb through his hair, keep it patted back. IT’S GETTING LONG. probably should cut it, soon. jude will hesitate to look back at the blonde, not out of SHAME or REGRET— no, he’s just a little SHY is all.  “ —- ya gonna lie down at all ? “

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   with jude disappearing off somewhere, she’ll watch him go ( happily, what a cute little bottom he’s grown himself ), turn to look at herself in the grunge-covered mirror, tries to fix her hair the best she can. there’s inner peace that blossoms somewhere deep in her stomach, fills her with an warmth that can not be matched by anything else, one she could never fully describe. eyes fixate on themselves in her reflection for a moment, studies her face as if she were an outsider -- no more bruises, just a small cut on her lip that still stung slightly. footsteps draw her out from her own mind, and back to reality, she turns to look at the other, and then to the towels in his hand, a grateful smile.         she dries herself, tousles up her hair underneath the towel in some weak attempt to make it dry again, before pinning the towel around her body ( isn’t sure she really wants to get dressed ever again, wonders if jude would be into the idea of nudism ). eyes flash towards him as he speaks, she purses her lips together for a moment, before she moves close. slips her arms around his waist from behind and leans her cheek up against his spine.             “that was -- amazing. if i lie down, i might never get back up again...” she’ll snicker lightly, press a delicate kiss to the skin covering vertebrae and tightens her grip on his midsection. her legs feel somewhat weak, and she always seems to get the shivers after sex -- even now, she can feel her legs, arms slightly jittery, trying her hardest not to let her teeth chatter as she nuzzles up against him. a small hum, she wonders if maybe he wants her to leave, if maybe he regrets saying that he loves her ( probably doesn’t, who would? ).

[luthor-s]

[hvpeworld]

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internet ....... please ......

[monsteredboy]

          gabriel was leaning across the wall nearby, on his phone. it’s an old habit from when he was a taxi driver. he likes to stand outside a lot, after all, and werewolf senses can detect blood from quite a distance. animal instinct, after all. so he glances up and sees the woman examining her fingers. and after a moment he steps closer. just in time for that question.

“uh, no. you want me to get some for you?”

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         “that would be. super cool. ”    the word super is highly emphasized, mostly because she didn’t expect him to turn around, acknowledge her at all. she gives a small smile, the blood is at a slow drip, she doesn’t feel like it’s all that urgent. it might be, she has no idea -- maybe she’s still dying. hand covered by the end of her sleeve presses to her upper lip, and she looks up ( slightly ) toward the stranger. looks familiar, smells familiar. maybe they’d passed once before. she isn’t sure.                    “ i have never -- even had a blood nose. should i -- pinch it, or what? ”

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[ OPEN. *  ]

        something’s wrong. she can feel it inside, it feels black, toxic, sludge-like, pumping through her chest, tightens her lungs. she starts to feel like she might fall over at any minute. something tickles at her upper lip, she raises a hand to investigate, only to be met with wetness. a frown, she pulls fingers back to see them stained red. a blood nose? she’s never had one of those her entire life.                                           “ um - sorry. do you have a -- tissue? ”

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maybe it isn’t so bad that his PALM will forever be pressed to her chest. right above her heart. like he’s always trying to REACH IN & GRASP WHAT SHOULD BE HIS. but there’s nothing possessive in his need for her. jude wants her, definitely, he NEEDS HER— mostly for selfish reasons. BUT HE LOVES HER, he does, that’s why if she so chose to leave once again, he’d let her go. she’s not his to keep. TO HOLD ON TO. loves her so deeply, but she is not his.  not like that.  her answer makes his chest TIGHTEN. swallows thickly, thumb brushing along her cheek; their lips meet again ( he can’t get enough of her ), lowers his gaze, eventually letting eyes FALL SHUT. thinks about how tightly he wants to hold her. about how much he doesn’t want to LET GO, even if he inevitably will. thinks about their bodies being close; thinks about her TOUCHING HIM the way she does, now, that nip & tug doing a little something to him.  “ i missed ya too, “ he’s quiet, SEEMS TO HAVE FALLEN SOMEWHAT SHY. doesn’t mean to. begins to move his hand, slide it up along the curve of her spine ( slowly, gently ); she’s SOFT. “ so much, baby, i missed ya SO MUCH, “ does he sound pathetic ? probably. he is. SO WEAK FOR HER, but there’s no shame. can’t even stop his need for her lips. hand slips back, into DAMP LOCKS, not grabbing, only brings her forward, lips CRASHING to hers— desperate, almost, his kiss more fervent than before.  he feels so warm.

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       it all feels so natural, every little touch and every kiss felt just like she remembers, but nothing like she could imagine. she wants to be closer, doesn’t think it could be possible, but she tries, pushes her chest tight against his own, up on her tip toes now in some attempt to deepen their kiss. his fingers are leaving goosebumps underneath their trail up her back, sends shivers right to the tips of her toes.       she needs him, wants him more than anything. he’s whispering sweet nothings against her lips, and calling her baby, making her stomach quiver with deep lust. shower is completely forgotten now, with the way he curls his fingers into her hair, she crumbles for him, craves every part of him. arms reach to loop around his neck, she’s desperate for him, presses kisses to the corner of his mouth, catches his lips with her own, wanton groan somewhere deep in her throat.        as gracefully as she possibly can, she places one foot on the edge of the tub, pushes herself up while keeping her lips against his own, pulls herself up to his height. in a swift movement, she’s jumping to meet him, holding onto him with her arms around his neck and wrapping her legs around his hips. teeth find his jaw, his ear lobe, she lets out a low growl against the shell of his ear. she whispers, breathless,         “ i love you, dakota jude. ”

[hundredgifs]

[knifehearted-blog]

i have literally done nothing but fallout 4 for the past 48 hours whatever :))))) i. am. so. About it

[flawedlouise]

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should have known his FIRE would do such a thing. he didn’t think; just wanted to help– but his touch is destruction. he’s nothing but EVIL, even if he intends good. HE’S SO SORRY, can’t say it enough.  she lifts his chin, she kisses him. it feels nice, familiar. she’s not like the girls he’s slept with this last YEAR & A HALF. cold, distant, a good fuck— sure, but they leave nothing but an emptiness in him. LONDON FILLS HIM WITH EMOTION. makes veins burn against his skin, warmth fill his CHEST & STOMACH. he feels full with her; complete.   he’s loved ONCE, but not this passionately. not this desperately. legs move, draws himself nearer, INTO THE SHOWER with her, lips never wanting to be free from hers again. the water is warm; thick locks are matting to his face, blood crusting in his hair RUNNING DOWN HIS FACE. her lips tear from his, they meet eyes once more. only meant to help her, he knows that, he knows that’s what he’d done, BUT HE MARKED HER.  hand drops the rag, arm wrapping ( gently ) around her middle, HOLDING HER CLOSE. his other raises, hand touching the side of her face; he presses his forehead against hers, ( big ) nose giving a rub against hers. “ it hurt ya, though, “ he mumbles. “ it’s gonna be there, FOREVER, “

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          FOREVER. the word chilled her spine, sent shivers beneath her skin. but they were not spiders crawling in her rib cage, they were butterflies furiously trying to escape. in that moment, caught up in the rush of emotions that flood her, that’s all she wants. him to be with her, forever. some part of her knows it will never happen, that she will never get the happy ending she so desperately craved. she would break everything before that happened.        he’s holding her close, and she forgets she’s standing in running water, the heat burning her back slightly. but she ignores it, melts into his touch at her cheek and rubs nose back against his. he shouldn’t worry, he shouldn’t fret. she didn’t mind, it was a much nicer scar than any of her others, and a much nicer fate than death. she falters, if only a moment, to think what this really means. how sinful he really must be, wonders for a moment if this is a dangerous path, one that might lead her down towards the depths of sin herself.      but then, she feels his breath on her cheek, the warmth of his body wrapping around him ( she could almost get lost in his arms, he’s so tall! ), and she smiles. there’s peace deep in her chest and she turns to catch his lips with her own, moves hands to leave wet prints on his chest, his stomach, teeth nipping at his lower lip slightly. a hunger grows deep in her stomach, she misses him, so much...          “ good. i want it to be... ” she’ll murmur against his lips, a hand running up to tangle into the slightly fluffy ends of his hair, tugs gently. “ i missed you... ”

[knifehearted-blog]

tfw ur super mad @ ur bosses but then u remember fallout 4 comes out in 28.5 hours !!!!!!

[discourd-archive]

she’s sent jude out, retrieve some PARTS. has a friend that’s quite literally FALLING APART & in need of some new legs. she hears footsteps, fully knowing that it isn’t HER HOUND. blues lift, they meet with a blonde, thin brows raise. stella has an idea on who this just might be.  “ — he’s not here, “

@knifehearted.

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             london isn’t so in the dark herself, she has a complete idea of who this is standing in front of her. there’s a scoff somewhere in the back of her throat, hand reaches out to lay long fingers on the top of the couch, as she steps further into the room.                           “ good. coz i’m lookin’ for you. ”

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holds his breath ( not on purpose ) as she turns. SEEN HER BEFORE, & yet it’s still like he shouldn’t be seeing her now. like he has no right. but he can’t help it; there’s no EXCUSE, other than his god damned attraction to her. she can rip his heart out & stomp on it before his eyes, he wouldn’t hate her for it. he’d still love her. MAY BE TRYING NOT TO FALL FOR HER NOW, but god, he’s crumbling, failing, that brick wall he set up just falling, falling, revealing him to her. the worst part is, she isn’t even TRYING. jaw tenses, head cants, brows pinch together. notices the hand print, frown begins to form. WAS THAT HIM ? oh, god, he’s marked her. for a moment he seems lost in his thoughts; empty hand lifts, a long finger gently touches the hand print. HE DID THAT. not sure how, but he breaks. lets his wall crumble completely. BENDING FORWARD, his lips seek out hers. they meet, he’s desperate– apologetic in his affection. it’s quick, a little SLOPPY, rushed. “ i’m sorry, “ he says, suddenly. swallows quickly, he leans down more, lips meeting the MARK on her chest. oh, god, he feels sick. “ i’m sorry, i— i’m sorry, “ plants little smooches on the mark, her collarbone, back up her neck to her jaw TO HER LIPS, hands ( rag in one ) holding her hips. oh, he’s still JUST A BOY, sad, sorry…

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        he’s looking at her, really looking at her, and it makes her stomach curdle, she doesn’t know what to make of his expression. does she disgust him like she does herself? teeth sink into her lower lip and she feels so exposed, so flawed. she watches his gaze, the way it trails to her breast, she mimics his frown, if only out of confusion. doesn’t look at her skin until he reaches his hand up, only then does she notice the outline of his hand on her chest. breath hitches; she doubts it will fade, hell fire tends to mark beings like her. he’s with her forever.       eyes draw up to meet his only in time to catch his lips against in own, completely taken aback. she freezes, fingers tense against his cheek for a moment, before she folds, kisses him back briefly before he’s pulling away. lips on her chest, her neck, her head lulls to one side slightly and she feels her body tremble under his touch. he’s muttering something to her, he’s sorry? no, that won’t do.       fingers catch beneath his chin, lips press back against his with everything she’s been holding back, all those nights of lost sleep thinking about his touch, every tear that fell for him. it’s all in the way she kisses him now, delicate, fragile. she pulls back, forces his gaze to hers gently. “ you saved my life -- ”  and he kissed her ( he kissed first, it makes her heart swell ), but she bites back that part.

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[knifehearted-blog]

fill this in with stuff about you

where i’m from: victoria, australia

where i would like to live: IN A BIG ASS MANSION

sexual orientation: whatever man

single/taken: taken. gonna marry that loser.

favorite book: HARRY POTTER WOW

eye color: green.

favorite movie: lion king !!!! all the way

favorite band/singer: MUSE, a.m, eminem, qotsa

favorite day of the year: CHRISTMAS >)

Favorite color: purple.

if i have any pets: i have no pets D:

what i’m listening to right now: birds ....

what’s my ringtone: idk i keep that shit on silent

what my name means: CHRIST .. or something ....

celebrity crush: omg evan peters. eliza taylor. lindsey morgan. bob morley. @ the 100 cast come at me