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I’m going to be deleting this blog. Things have happened and I just can’t imagine roleplaying Rhett anymore. This is just a notification so no one will be surprised. If you still want to speak with me for some reason, my kik is l.ukester and my Skype is lukewxrm (though I hardly go on it). Bye, everyone.
I'm going to be deleting this blog. Things have happened and I just can't imagine roleplaying Rhett anymore. This is just a notification so no one will be surprised. If you still want to speak with me for some reason, my kik is l.ukester and my Skype is lukewxrm (though I hardly go on it). Bye, everyone.
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dylan o’brien at alpha con (2014)
▷▷ ???
❝ ——– you’re bleeding. ❞
‶ ... impossible. ″
#an angel is awakening
NOTICE.
while this blog loves to ship and explore dynamics of ongoing relationships, i am also interested in exploring past relationships ; relationships that have failed ; on-and-off again relationships ; relationships that are destined to end in a nasty breakup ; relationships that end in a mutual break up ; relationships that are strained because of cheating ; ect, ect. on top of not every relationship being perfect or healthy, not every relationship lasts ! not every relationship has a happy ending! some relationships are stepping stones. and some are ‘perfect’ over all, but not perfect right now for the people who are involved. and that’s ok! and i am completely open, and eager, to explore those types of dynamics that challenge my character, that add another layer to my character ( and yours ) in different ways !
▷▷ whoa !
❛ nope ❜
the word was uttered breathlessly, lips parted with soft pants for the air that was lost. the fist that g r i p p e d tight at his collar relaxed in order to turn the teen around, flipping him onto his back with little regard to gentleness. calloused palms held bruisingly tight to his hips, body arching over his so chapped lips could glide across smooth, mole speckled skin. quietly he whispered in a tone already hoarse with desire
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‶ shit. ″
▷▷ shit !
features soften, twisting into something apologetic; almost as if dean’s worried that he’s done something to hurt rhett. ( whether it be his tone or his actions, the nails digging into the boy’s skin, dean’s truly sorry. ) his grip loosens, but doesn’t quite release– not before dean can tug him closer with a half-smile. there’s a safe distance between them still; enough to preserve their respective personal spaces—- but not enough to relieve the tension. it sits heavy on his skin; slowing dean’s breathing as his hand falls awkwardly to his side, jaw clenched, fingers aching from the emptiness.
❛ it’s okay… if you want to. ❜
he may not look it ( with his shirt on ), but he’s pretty tough ( has a high pain tolerance ). dean’s nails dug into his skin but he doesn’t care much for it, the only thing that he can really think about is their contact. as messed up as that sounds. a previous personal space problem seems to be forgotten though when dean pulls him closer, just enough for rhett to get confident again, but not too much in which he doesn’t think about what he’s doing. and he does think, with a nervous dart of his tongue out to wet his lips, as rhett’s eyes fall to where dean’s hand was, then back up to his face. a kiss would be too much right now.
‶ then -- can i hold your hand? ″ he holds out his own as an offer.
▷▷ shit !
quick reflexes are a blessing, wrought from years of training— and dean takes advantage of them now, catching rhett’s hand with his own, fingers wound tight around his knuckles, squeezing. he should end it there. drop his hold and be done with it; write rhett off with a teasing laugh and find some girl in a bar—– but he doesn’t. he can’t. dean’s breath catches in his throat the longer the contact drags on; a beat of silence only worsening the tension and prompting something uncomfortable to rise in his chest. ( he think it might be adoration. admiration for those beautiful, brown eyes— )
❛ don’t touch me unless i say it’s okay. ❜
whoa. things got intense really quickly. rhett isn’t sure why exactly, but he shuts right up when dean grabs his hand the way that he did. it makes rhett’s breath catch completely in his throat, expression going slack -- eyes going nowhere but on dean. and rhett is entranced. for once, he’s quiet and he can just watch dean. eyes go to every feature, follow every line of worry or laughter -- shit. dean’s beautiful.
‶ yeah, ″ rhett mumbles, and his words are only a few octaves higher than a whisper. his gaze can’t leave deans. ‶ yeah, ‘m sorry. ″
▷▷ whoa !
❛ trying something different. ❜
he purred with an accent that coated his words like syrup,
lips graced with a gentle smirk.
it was easy to yank him across the counter, dragging him closer as if he was a toy.
the hand fisting in the collar forced his head up, and theirs mouths met with a rush of passion;
wet, sweet, tongues brushing against each other.
different? yeah, this was extremely different. not out of the usual for bastian and him, but enough that there’s a surprised but somewhat pleased sound when the other pulls him even further and their lips meet in an eager motion.
‶ what -- ″ rhett breathes out against bastian’s mouth, only able to speak when he pulls away for much needed air. ‶ we even goin’ to make it to the bedroom? ″