#bornsicks

[outlawhqs]

⋆ ◦ ° ☾ daniel sharman + cismale + he/him — have you seen easton kincaid? they sure have been hanging out at the greenhouses a lot recently. they are a twenty-eight year old known as the firebrand, and they currently work for the savages as a special operative, which they’ve been doing for two weeks. a heterosexual aries, they are undaunted + dynamic, as well as sadistic + transient. shattered bones, the intimacy of a secret, and a child’s fear of the dark. × u been knew. ×

⋆ ◦ ° ☾  welcome to valdez, easton ! as you unpack & settle in, please make sure to follow everyone on our blogroll, track all of our tags & send in your account within the next twenty-four hours. DANIEL SHARMAN IS NOW TAKEN.

[wrathfillcd-blog]

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2. a rough kiss against the wall.

there’s nothing soft about the way her petite figure is slammed against the shower box, glass trembling for a moment and threatening to crumble to pieces with the force of his shove, but iris doesn’t seem to mind. she never seems to mind. if gentle was what she wanted, she was seeking it out in all the wrong places ─ not that he would put it past her to do so, but there’s never more to their encounters than this. few words were exchanged because there’s no need for any vocalization when their bodies do all the talking. it’s not something he cares to dwell on. he’d long come to the conclusion that if they weren’t getting what they came for, they would have stopped running into each other. yet, they always end up here. with the same violence as ever when he extinguishes the little distance there is between them, his lips meeting hers with a clashing of teeth that may have been unpleasant if it weren’t completely appropriate. as is their tradition, his grip on her waist is vicious, sure to leave a mark behind. hell, by the end of the night, he will have left his mark on one too many spots ─ and if he doesn’t, that just means begin again.

[sarpelui-saved]

🔥 :|

SHE  IS  A  WISTFULLY  SWAYING  NYMPH  around  his  desk  ,  blue  eyes  dancing  wildly  with  streams  of  red  peaking  through    and  the  only  reason  he  can  see  it  ?  he  has  the  same  magical  supplement  beating  down  his  own  blues  to  ribbons  of  pulsating  rose  that  follow  her  and  all  the  shades  of  iris  that  follow  behind  her  .  a  hand  reaches  out  .  all  force  tugs  her  upon  his  lap  and  lips  dance  upon  beaded  skin  from  the  collarbone  to  her  jaw  ;  as  always  she  wants  more  .  an  ambiance  of  heavy  breath  and  pounding  hearts  they  are  trapped  in  the  visceral  sensation  wrapping  them  each  in  a  choke  hold  to  their  own  design  .  she  does  choke  him  in  a  way  that  pulls  the  pleasure  as  it  does  the  ache  defining  no  matter  how  high  they  may  be  she  grinds  against  his  lap  with  the  ease  of  dancers  never  even  breathed  near  trinity  club  chipping  away  only  somewhat  to  the  boulder  that  rests  in  the  pit  of  his  stomach  .  hands  grip  hard  upon  her  hips  tender  slanted  lips  catch  hers  and  he  moves  her  to  feel  the  pressure  building  heavily  between  his  legs  as  a  reminder  that  there  is    always  an  effect  on  him  no  matter  how  much  powder  lines  his  nose  .  

CIRCA ; SOMETIME LAST YEAR

                                                    touch meme !! @bornsicks

[sarpelui-saved]

💑 Iris/ Niko bc I'm a glutton for punishment

circa november ( ish ) 2018 : 

POISON  RIDDLES  THROUGH  HIM  in  a  rivalry  to  the  poorly  lit  restaurant  bathroom  .  it’s  dim  ,  intent  on  an  ambiance  that  could  rival  a  goddamn  savage  nightclub  —–  and  she  would  know  ,she  is  one  .  ❛    open  your  mouth  ,    ❜  a  low  bellied  growl  that  merely  hints  at  the  beast  within  ,  he  leans  in  against  her  significantly  smaller  frame  propped  up  solely  by  one  leg  wrapped  tight  around  his  waist  and  one  hand  holding  her  jaw  .  white  powder  pressed  against  the  pad  of  his  finger  ,  layers  of  previous  entertainment  as  his  gaze  lids  dark  upon  her.  that  is  ,  until  she  does  as  she’s  told  ,  a  fiery  whim  of  transcendence  shared  if  only  between  them  for  the  time  being  and  he  leans  forward  ,  finger  pressed  to  her  gum  only  to  linger  upon  the  edge  of  her  bottom  pout  once  he’s  decided  he’s  done  .  a  wicked  smile  tugs  with  ease  as  he  has  her  —-  and  it’s  far  from  affection  ,  while  the  gentleness  of  a  creature  pleading  to  be  tamed  holds  back,  his  hand  aligns  her  jaw  with  ease  and  the  thread  of  forehead  to  forehead  contact  looms.  every  motion  tedious  as  his  other  hand  trails  her  frame  from  the  chestnut  locks  of  hair  tangled  in  his  fingers  to  the  draw  of  it’s  end  as  the  tips  of  his  fingers  explore  the  lack  of  space  between  two  cocaine  -  fueled  hearts  .  he’s  wasted  enough  time  —  to  take  what  he  wants  is  his  own  gift  and  she’s  yet  to  say  no.  distance  slams  shut  in  a  lust  -  fueled  kiss  ,  lips  desperate  for  whatever  dust  is  left  behind    and  they  become  lost  in  the  midst  of  a  drug  induced  ,  alcohol  fueled  triste  to  feel  something  passionately  without  remorse  of  what  tomorrow  brings  .  no  ,  even  his  mouth  begged  silently  for  her  ,  and  the  force  between  them  was  incomparable  .  @bornsicks

[sarpelui-archive]

Yank. Madden/Iris

SHIPPING  CONTAINERS  ENACTED  AS  A  MAZE  and  they  were  the  rats  presumably  trapped  within  it’s  confines  .  to  witness  from  above  would  give  madden  plenty  of  answers  ,  an  escape  was  necessary  and  for  them  it  wasn’t  cheese  that  lay  on  the  other  side  but  a  stash  of  weaponry  designed  to  eradicate  their  enemies  .  who  was  he  but  to  tag  along  ?  perhaps  skim  some  from  the  top  for  his  own  personal  arsenal  ?  what  he’d  not  expected  was  a  warzone  pushed  forth  ,  a  barrage  of  bullets  from  all  direction,  ricocheting  from  every  angle  .  his  own  weapon  drawn  he  watched  carefully  for  their  surrounding  attackers  when  suddenly  the  pop  of  a  gun  firing  sounded  ,  his  body  shoved  against  the  shipping  container  where  cold  metal  reached  his  back  .  heavy  breaths  collided  ,  he  stares  near  wide  eyed  before  a  smirk  becomes  present  —  soon  enough  it  shifts  to  a  coy  smile  .  no  time  to  dwell  after  all  ,    ❛    AWW    iris  ,  i  always  knew  you  had  a  thing  for  me    ❜

                             SYMBOL MEME // @bornsicks

[bencvolentways]

“your hair is so soft”

Amiyah looked over her shoulder when she heard the compliment, smiling at her fellow council member stopping mid-step so that they could walk into the building together. “Well, thanks.” She chuckled, greeting the other as he approached. “New conditioner. Yours looks soft too. I can’t have this competition, Jasper” Amiyah enjoyed the banter. Calore was a good guy, always bringing something to the table. She appreciated his presence in the council and valued the time he put in. “Ready for a day full of meetings?” 

[vernaculare-a]

💃 jasper/melanie

“  excuse  me  ––  can  i  have  this  dance ? ”

his  voice  is  a  welcomed  interruption  from  the  other  gentleman  persistently  asking  to  buy  her  a  drink  at  the  bar.  melanie  turns  her  back  to  the  unwanted  attention  and instead  takes  jasper’s  hand  to  walk  out  onto  the  dance  floor.  “  my hero,  ”  she  tells  him  over  the  volume  of  the music  before  he  spins  her  to  start  moving  with  the  beat.

//  @bornsicks

[ofgriffith]

👁

👁 // WAKE MY MUSE UP FROM A NIGHTMARE.

THEY’RE SOMEWHERE NORTH OF KIEV, and it’s cold. what was meant to only be an intelligence recovery had quickly gone awry, and they’d been forced to make a temporary home out of a semi-abandoned barn less than fifty yards from a very much occupied home. their little sojourn was only meant to last from sundown to sunrise, but the deep russet that has been steadily blooming over the other boy’s side has most certainly complicated things. they’d promised each other to take shifts on lookout, but a lack of sleep is what will get them killed, so when the time to wake the other male had come and passed, the orphan didn’t move an inch. his mind only drifts for a SECOND, he’s positive, but two concerning things happen simultaneously, and he immediately snaps to attention. first, it’s the echoing inflection of ukranian steadily growing louder from the direction of the house, and then it’s the quiet mumbling done in consequence of whatever nightmare has enraptured the other’s mind. he has to act-- and act NOW-- because the voices are getting closer, and the older’s brows are furrowing as the battle in his thoughts intensifies. a dirty hand clamps over the other’s parted lips with an awakening force, and he leans in close, hissing an urgent, ‘ corvus. ’