#ft. miles

[hemoth-archived]

@racointeur ( miles ) sent : sender straddles reciever's lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional.

he   really   hadn't   meant   to   let   it   get   this   far.      or,   hell,   maybe   he   had.      maybe   it   was   inevitable.      the   way   his   hands   had   settled   on   his   hips   without   thinking,   the   way   his   breath   caught   in   his   throat   the   second   miles   started   to   move   against   him.      his   body   reacted   before   his   brain   could   scream   caution.      

and   now ?      miles   was   fully   straddling   him.      moving   with   slow,   dangerous   intention.      like   he   knew   exactly   what   he   was   doing   to   him.      like   he   wasn't   afraid   of   what   came   next.         miles   might   not   have   been…         but   jay   was.         the   hum   was   low,      almost   quiet.      but   not   gone.      it   never   really   went   away   anymore.      especially   not   when   his   heart   was   racing   like   this,   not   when   miles   fingers   fist   the   front   of   his   thin   t-shirt.      something   jay   would   never   typically   wear   but…         it   was   just   miles,   right   ?      so   he'd   shed   his   hoodie   an   hour   or   so   before.      now,      jay   was   growing   a   little   nervous   about   that   decision.   

miles   is   grounding,   though.      the   slow   movement   of   his   hips   pressing   jay   into   the   leather   of   the   couch.   it   teathers   him   to   something.      the   feeling,   maybe   ?            ❝         you   really   know   how   to   make   a   guy   forget   he's   a   walkin'   natural   disaster,         ❞         he   murmurs,   voice   rough,   a   little   breathless.      he's   trying   to   keep   it   light,   but   obviously   failing.         his   grip   tightened   on   miles'   hips,   just   slightly.      not   enough   to   stop   him.      never   that.         ❝         this   feels      –            ❞         he   cut   off,   jaw   clenched.      eyes   flickering   red   at   the   edges   before   he   blinks   it   back.         ❝         this   feels   too   good.      which   probably   means   it's   about   to   go   very   wrong.         ❞         but   he   doesn't   move,   doesn't   push   miles   away.      too   lost   to   the   feeling   to   truly   adhere   to   his   own   rules.      and   that   ?      that   terrified   him   more   than   anything   else.   

[ohstorm]

teeth   ache   painfully   in   his   mouth.         a   side   affect   of   the   hunger   that   currently   clawed   at   his   insides.      ravaging   his   throat   with   a   fire   unlike   any   he'd   experienced   before.      the   scent   isn't   fresh,      it's   hours   hold.      just   lingering   against   the   wood   where   a   human   had   brushed   against   the   telephone   pole   on   their   way   by.      venom   pools   on   his   tongue,      and   he   swallows   it.      despite   the   agony   it   causes   as   it   washes   down   his   throat.         he   pauses   by   the   telephone   pole,      nostrils   flared   as   he   inhales   again   and   again.      it   sets   a   frenzy,      and   he's   uncontrollable.      it   isn't   the   same,      but   he   sinks   his   teeth   into   the   next   passerby.         their   blood   dripping   own   his   chin   as   he   quenches   the   thirst   caused   by   the   scent.      

by   the   time   that   he   smells   it   again,      jasper   has   almost   convinced   himself   that   he'd   imagined   it.      he   knew,      of   course,      that   he   hadn't.      that   scent   lingers   in   his   nostrils,      it   caresses   his   senses.      it   burns   his   fucking   throat.         the   owner   of   the   scent   iis   nearby,      and   the   sun   had   set.      he   plans   it,   carefully,      as   he   tries   to   figure   out   just   what   human   in   the   crowd   of   them   up   ahead   was   the   one.         he'd   approach   them,      a   grin   on   his   face,      as   he   pressed   calm   into   their   veins.      he'd   ask   them   to   come   with   him,      explain   that   he   just   had   to   show   them   something.         it   would   be   so   easy.      until   he   sees   miles,   of   course.      the   boy   at   the   center   of   the   small   crowd,      a   grin   on   his   face   &   an   allsmiles   hoodie   plastered   on   his   frame.         jasper   wasn't   a   good   man,      but   even   he   couldn't   bring   himself   to   extinguish   miles'   light…      fuck.         he   walks   away.      

the   next   time,      it   happens   too   fast.         he's   already   hungry,      hunting   for   the   first   time   in   a   few   days.      venom   coats   his   tongue,   and   his   teeth   are   aching.      he   has   to   eat.      so   when   the   smell   catches   his   attention,      he   moves   too   fast   in   his   direction.         he's   grateful   to   see   that   miles   was   blissfully   alone   this   time.      walkin'   down   the   street   with   a   backpack   thrown   over   his   shoulder.         his   eyes   are   dark,      irises   and   pupils   nearly   the   same   shade   of   black.         jasper   knows   he   has   no   time   for   small talk.      has   to   have   him.      one   second,      he's   stood   just   around   the   corner      –      lying   in   wait.      the   next,      miles   is   pressed   against   the   wall.      jasper's   teeth   hovering   just   above   his   throat.      venom   drips   from   pearly   whites,      and   jasper   is   sure   he's   going   to   kill   the   light.      arms   trap   miles   against   the   wall,      head   tilted   as   he   tries   to   stop   himself   from   ripping   out   his   jugular.         

❝         listen   ,   darlin'…               ❞         he   hisses.         lips   pressed   against   pulse   at   miles'   throat.      ❝         you're   in   fuckin'   danger,      and   i   –         ❞         fuck.         why   does   he   care   ?         why   is   he   stopping   himself   ?      he   aches   to   feel   the   warmth   of   the   blood   as   it   drips   drown   his   throat…            ❝         i'm   tryin   to   save   you.      but   i      –      don't   know   if   i   can.         i   need   you   to   talk.         tell   me   something,      anything.      ❞    / @racointeur ( miles ! )

[ohstorm]

lenses   narrow   ;   confused.         what   the   fuck   is   a   'twitch'   ?         he'd   accepted   the   card      –      some   young   internet   star   just   needed   a   bodyguard.         somethin'   'bout   a   creepy   stalker.      seemed   like   an   easy   enough   gig,   and   honestly…      wade   needed   it   easy   after   the   rest   of   his   week.      he'd   never   seen   the   kid   on   the   front   of   porn   hub      –      but   that   doesn't   mean   that   he   hadn't   been   there.            ❝         so   ,   porn   …   how'd   you   get   into   that   gig   ?         ❞         his   voice   is   slightly   muffled   by   the   mask      –   he   was   still   workin'   out   the   kinks   in   the   red   suit.      it   was   all   still   new   to   him.         

[         that's   quite   the   assumption   !      haven't   you   ever   heard   the   sayin'   that   to   assume   somethin'      is   to   make   an   ass   out   of   you   AND   me   ?      ]         a   box   supplies   in   his   mind,   and   he   cocks   his   head   slightly.         he   supposes   it   is true.      the   kid   hadn't   directly   said   that   he   does   porn.      but   what   else   could   internet   creator   mean   ?         wade   was   so   out   of   touch   with   media   these   days.      

❝         sorry   cutiepie         –         was   that   too   direct   ?      if   you   wanted   a   silent   bodyguard   you   definitely   got   the   wrong   guy.         ❞  

/ plotted starter for @racointeur ( miles ! )

[scottienolan]

👄 + miles tan

"Tall, good jawline, nice smile and a great tipper. You can say what you want about this town but they really give you a bang for your buck when it comes to hot guys." @milesxtan

[tayloralllison]

TaylorSwift: Ah! Still not over how wonderful this year has been. Thank you all for coming to my birthday party! Special thanks to @hayleymorehills for putting it together and managing to hide it from me so well. That took some spy level commitment. I love you all so much! Here’s a few pictures that depict just how intoxicated I was perfectly.

[judenolan-inspo]

[absolutesfm]

“you know what? i’m gonna get these today.” dean had been visiting this comic book shop since before miles worked here, surely, given that it had been ten years. he was a regular, and knew all of the employees at least in passing. but what dean had never done was buy a comic book, or anything large enough that he couldn’t just stash it in a pocket. which was why it was surprising when the issues thunked down heavily on the counter, a neat stack of at least twenty of the latest issues. “you gonna miss my company if i’m not hanging out here?” @gvddamn​

[wthmaya]

maya & miles moodbored @gotheextramiles