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oflinton:

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“They are cute, are they not?” Edgar pointed out to the litter of puppies all huddled together by his feet, taking an afternoon nap. “You may take one home, if it pleases you.”

the poor Spaniard played with the small dogs, petting their round bellies as they slept quietly. such innocence was lost in his world, and his smile reflected his absolute wonder. “Are you sure?” he asked, accent warm, brown eyes wide in disbelief that someone would allow any of the puppies to be taken.

#oflinton #V. UNDECIDED

vogliia:

❝ it doesn’t have to be assigned a term. ❞

the man’s head is dark, that much randy can see. filled with dulled colours and washed out dreams, a wasteland of missed opportunity. of dingy, dark feelings held for so long that they turned into fears.

randy itches to undo the tangled mess. he itches to HELP.

❝ do you think it defines you? ❞

the memory continued to strip what little sanity he’d kept in the moment. he had a crush on her -- the pretty faced woman who volunteered in the church’s orphanage. she’d seemed so pleased with him, so happy with him, as opposed to the others, and yet, on that warm day in spring, she’d told him that death was better than his supposed innate sin. he could almost taste the cool water, feel it filling up his lungs and strangling him.

against all hope, he cried, softly, inaudibly, just tears. terrified tears of the child he had never been.

“It’s all I have.”

#vogliia #V. HELL'S KITCHEN (II)#[ no problem!#gosh this is so sad help ]

loadingstiles:

Despite it being his first time, everything was kind of perfect – except the fact that he was later on going to have to pay for his service, but he didn’t really care. At the approval, Stiles tilted his hips enough in order to push himself all the way in, almost choking on nothing as pleasure came over him in waves. ❝ Fuck! You’re just — I’ve never – you feel so good. ❞ he gasped before slowly slipping out of the other, only to push himself in once again and settling a slow and nice pace, pressing his forehead against him as hands came to press at Luis’ hips

Luis gave a soft smile along with his moans, his fingertips stroking through the strands of brown hair. “You like the way it feels?” he whispered, leaning in close. “I love the way you feel inside me,” his words were drenched in lust, lips kissing at anything they could reach, soothing and urging on all at once. “Harder -- please,” Luis said seductively, his words interrupted by a sigh of pleasure.

#loadingstiles #V. HELL'S KITCHEN #nsfw

sobreviviir:

I did the thing.

#[ i'll be over there writing starters for anyone who follows!#you won't regret it ayyyy ]#&. OUT OF THE CITY

lethalascanbe:

as they encountered the parking lot, andy’s grasp on luis loosened. however, he was still cautious to let him go and as he faced him directly, a hand lingered on his shoulder. he shook his head to himself as he imagined such a thing playing out. looking up, he uttered an “Anytime…” before trusting luis to sustain himself and slowly letting him go.

even if this guy was a smartass, he was sure he wasn’t that bad of a guy to get socked in the face. andy was already beginning to notice the bruise that was forming on his jawline, even pinpointing a small tear at his bottom lip.

“You think you need to go to a hospital or something? There could be something fractured there.”

the buzz was starting to wear off, slipping into simple quiet and a far away high. he stared, silently, out at the empty lot, sighing shakily. he touched his jaw for a moment, slender fingers finding the warm edges of the bruise. he seemed almost oblivious to the other man, lost in his solution to the pain; he raised a hand.

as soon as his palm was open, a white flame appeared, flickering and moving in a strangely animate way. he put his palm against his jaw, letting the fire envelop his face, engulfing his features in the licking flames. he stayed still for a time before taking his hand away and letting the fire die out. the bruise on his jaw was faded, his lip sealed tight.

“Hospitals aren’t really my thing, Andy.”

#lethalascanbe #V. HELL'S KITCHEN (II)#[ ayyyyyyyyyyyyyy ]

sobreviviir:

I did the thing.

#[ click on it #do it #please humour me wahey ]#&. OUT OF THE CITY

I did the thing.

#[ somebody shoot me #but before you do #uh #do the thing ]#&. OUT OF THE CITY

addxcteddx:

mika was trying to make things right, he knew better his dad had eyes everywhere and somehow he knew deep inside him that this would happen. he kept his hands on the boy’s arms and held him in place. he hated seeing him so broken. “i don’t want to lose you.” was all he could say he had developed feelings for luis and wasn’t about to let go. “—let’s run away.”

Luis was tense, his hair falling slightly in his eyes as he trembled under the grip on his arms. “Lose me?” he whispered, looking at Mika past his hair. “I -- I barely know who you are, and you could say the same for me. Why would I run from a place I’ve settled in? Why would I run with someone who’s gotten me hurt?” his words were vicious, but soft -- terrified. “Please let go of me,” he whispered.

#addxcteddx #V. HELL'S KITCHEN

-- goddamn.

#[ would anyone like an illya kuryakin #oops ]

jameswxsley:

He followed after him, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his jacket and shirt as he went. By time they reached the bathroom, his shirt was untucked and he was doing his best to unclasp his watch. “I prefer hot showers, but I’m sure whatever works for you will be fine.” From the looks of his more obvious bruises, it didn’t seem like too much heat would be appreciated by the other’s body.

Luis undressed slowly, making sure to not move too sharply or brush any bruises. there were new layers of them, dark marks over his usual extensive network of scars. nevertheless, he succeeded in disrobing without too much pain, turning on the shower to a warm temperature. he turned, aiding the older man in taking his clothes off. “It’ll relax the muscles,” he murmured, giving Wesley a kiss on the lips.

#jameswxsley #V. HELL'S KITCHEN (II)

jameswxsley:

While he can’t be sure of the nature of suggestion, he does nod in agreement either way. Even the glance at his watch for the time came second to it. Rising to his feet, he wrapped an arm around Luis’ waist, careful not to add too much pressure just in case he was hurt elsewhere. “I’m free for another hour or so, which should be more than enough time for a shower,” he said with a small grin.

the smile grew slightly -- he could appreciate solitude when he was healing from his wounds, but having Wesley’s company was more than needed. even if he didn’t have any basis for it, he felt safer around the other man. he led him into his apartment, unlocking his door and going to the bathroom to get the shower started. “What temperature do you like your showers?”

#jameswxsley #V. HELL'S KITCHEN (II)

christase:

“Boss ain’t in, sweet cheeks, but if yer interesting enough, I’ll listen ta what ya need,” the mafia’s golden boy grins from the leather seats, drink in hand.

“Ah, sí? That’s odd --” the spanish boy murmured, looking around the room. “He’s usually right on time,” Luis mused before looking at the other man, tilting his head to the side a bit. “What do you consider to be interesting, hermano?”

#christase #V. HELL'S KITCHEN

jameswxsley:

If there was one thing he had come to know with a certainly about Luis, it was that the man didn’t shy away from affection. So when his kiss was only half-heartedly returned, Wesley leaned back and to look at him. Brows furrowed since the younger man still looked terrible mess. “I think it’s about time you go inside. Maybe shower and take some more medicine.” At least, that was what tended to make him feel more human on the rare occasions he got himself hurt.

Luis turned to listen to Wesley, a gentle look in dark brown eyes that reflected some far away affection for the older man. as much as he still knew the extent of their relationship, he allowed himself a few deviations now and then. slowly, he brought himself to his feet, legs shaking at the knees. nevertheless, he smiled softly, putting his hands into his pockets. “Do you have somewhere to be? You could come take the shower with me,” he murmured softly, half jokingly.

#jameswxsley #V. HELL'S KITCHEN (II)

:: OPEN

“I’ve had S.H.I.E.L.D on my ass for years now -- It’s not anything new, and their request is still getting a no from me -- end of story.”

#&. OPEN #mcu rp #aos rp #V. HELL'S KITCHEN (II)

lethalascanbe:

a smirk was fighting to form in the corner of andy’s mouth, his expression alert towards their surroundings, yet tickled with amusement that was more visible than the previous time around. he quickly fished into his pocket to grab the small wad of cash sitting in there, slamming it on the counter and sliding the generous tip towards the bartender. hopefully, it would be enough to keep his mouth shut about the incident.

he then proceeded to guide luis away from the scene and out of the bar, arm still held firmly around his body. he looked at him, just as they stepped outside and were approaching andy’s car.

“I’m not one to pry in on people’s lives, but what the fuck was that about?”

the faint smirk was gone. now he was just plain concerned.

Luis put some of his weight against the other man, brown eyes dilated as his body made its attempts to come off of the adrenaline high. slowly, he breathed, staring down at the pavement. when Andy posed the question about the incident, he turned his gaze up toward him, his breathing finally settled into an even and easy rhythm. he spoke;

“He’s a frequent customer. I tried to make him pay more because he kept me longer than he said he would, and he got violent. Long story short, I’m glad I was able to kick him in the face. Thanks -- for helping me.”

Luis was quiet, slowly standing on his own, supporting himself.

#lethalascanbe #V. HELL'S KITCHEN (II)#[ 10/10 would recommend these two if you want someone beaten ]

lethalascanbe:

just when andy was about to get going, deciding to leave the young impaired man to his own devices, he noticed another male coming up from the opposite side. slowing down in his actions while he stood up, he instinctively kept a watchful eye on them. only for a moment until he would be obligated to turn away and move on with his own life – but then helpless luis was struck right in the face and unlike most witnesses, his heart rate quickly increased and the hands held by his sides formed into fists.

“are you fucking kidd–…”

andy couldn’t even finish his sentence as it only took him one, two strides to approach and grab the guy’s expensive white collar, throwing a right hook across his face. watching him descend down, and thankfully not getting up afterwards, andy noticed all the attention was drawn to them as he turned towards luis. he whispered a curse word to himself before wrapping an arm around his torso in order to help him up.

“c’mon, get up, asshole.”

he could taste the blood in his mouth, coppery and sharp. his breathing hitched, fingertips digging into his palms as he attempted to bring himself up and off the bar. ultimately, the attempts were useless, his vision swimming and mind racing to fight or flee. when he felt an arm around him, he groaned slightly, but made no effort to fight it -- he stood up slowly, turning his head to see the businessman staggering to his feet, more fury in his eyes than before. without hesitation, Luis turned in Andy’s hold, landing a hook kick to the side of the suited man, flooring him again. “Chingate --” he growled.

#lethalascanbe #V. HELL'S KITCHEN (II)#[ hells yeah luis #land dem fancy kicks ]

addxcteddx:

Mikael was still trying to make sense of what his father had done, anger rushed through his veins that someone would dare to put a hand on the one person he was falling for. He covered his face trying to calm his thoughts down, and he noticed the boy leaving. Mikael picked up his pace and went into the room. “Luis– please listen to me. He is going to pay for this– how dare he?: he now feels disgust and sadness. “I’m so sorry babe–.” he reaches for the other’s hand and pulls him towards him. He so gently places a hand on the boy’s cheek. “I will take care of you– I promise.”

he felt sick from all of the pain, from the absolute stress it was causing him. “I -- I just...” he stuttered, wincing from every touch given. “I don’t want to be taken care of. I want you to go before someone sees you here with me and kills me instead of just beating me. I need to go home and take something to get rid of this pain. I just want to go home. Please.”

#addxcteddx #V. HELL'S KITCHEN

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