#{violet;}

[illusionxwrites]

open to all muse: violet knox, attention whore & famous musician plot: your muse is violet's bodyguard who is too good at their job for violet's liking

"oh, my god." violet threw her hands up in frustration at the sight of the other, clearly upset that her plan of evasion didn't work. "what, did you stick a tracker in my panties or something? how the fuck did you find me?"

[toomanybots]

[ good ]   your muse calling mine a good boy / girl. {Violet and Luke}

Well— they might have gotten to know that new body of hers a bit more than anticipated, passing those professional boundaries just a bit. Her hips rocked into his hand, mismatched eyes watching that somewhat nervous engineer as he’d work her over, steam pluming from her vents.

“Are you sure we should—“ Her finger presses against his lips, shushing him- a soft moan escaping her, her arms drawing him closer to her, pressing those breasts against him. She giggled a little as he froze up slightly, playfully pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. “Good boy, k-keep going.”

Well, who was he to deny a client?

[d-eleritas]