#blackvvolf

[thewhitesaint]

@black-vvolf

“And that’s what syphilis looks like.”

Rosten smiles owlishly.

“Any questions?”

[tcnaciious-a-blog]

@black-vvolf ♡ for a short starter.

           “Well, well, well, look what we have here,” she practically purred. Milo had been leaning against the side of a building when she first noticed she was no longer alone. He was the first person she had seen in quite a while and was hoping this would go smoothly. Placing her hands on her hips, Milo began walking toward the dark-haired man.

[cxttonteethviolence-a]

@black-vvolf (x)

Taking a rag from his back pocket, Wyatt wiped both his brow and hands semi-clean from grease. With the topic of his broken memory thankfully skimmed over, he cleared his throat. “Well, what kinda skills ya got? Gots lots’a stuff I need help with. Runnin’ this place by my self. Tell me what ya can do, and I’ll let ya know what I need.”

[toast-to-lonely-souls]

@black-vvolf

He draws back, his lips thinning, hands flying up as if to shield himself.

“I’m not going to touch you, buddy.”

Mentally he scrolls through “son,” “pal,” and “sport.”

“C’mon. Breathe.”

[tenaciousvalor-archived-blog]

@black-vvolf continued from here (X)

     A smile spread across her face at breakneck speed as she moved closer to him. “You are my to-do list. As in, I’d like to do you,” she teased, giving him a wink. Milo had forgotten how sheltered he was and found herself compelled to help him learn.

[nonrealities-a]

@black-vvolf

“Don’t I know it, puppy. You really like it?” She twirled once on her heels.

[deadmenstown]

@black-vvolf

He chuckles, scooping up Pazuzu with too-fluid grace. “Beautiful animal you’ve got there.”

[scratchingatthewalls]

@black-vvolf

“Hey, fucko.”

Peter looks out of place in the sterile hospital room. He’s put on a clean jacket for the occasion; he’s too tall for it, and a strip of pale and fragile skin shows under his T-shirt.

“Brought you something.”