#grote5querie

[intowalls]

@grote5querie said: ' you got the shakes, baby ? ' / from violet

he watches the way violet holds herself in front of the mirror with far too bright, too tired eyes ; leg propped atop counter as the woman swiftly tightens the strap of her heel. david himself hovers near the wall, pushing his back against it like he was attempting to blend the entirety of his form into the peeling paint. he's supposed to pick up his wallet he left here the night before, though he already seems to have forgotten what he came for. so he just stands there for now ─ twig-like, jittery digits frantically tapping against the fabric of his own jeans. violet catches his reflection. but he's not looking back. just staring into nothing, jaw slightly clenched.

you got the shakes, baby ? she asks, and david blinks. twitchy hands rising themselves to remove the headphones still nestled in dark, tousled strands. letting them fall loosely around his neck instead.

' i'm fine ─ just been a long shift. didn't sleep. ' he mindlessly scratches the bridge of his nose, greens darting around backstage room's surroundings, pretending to search for his wallet. was it even here he left it last night ? he's not even sure anymore. ' just tryin' to figure out where i left that damn thing. '

[exinfra]

Say I hate you when I don't Push you when you get too close It's hard to laugh when I'm the joke But I can't do this on my— Only you could save me from my lack of self-control And I won't make excuses for the pain I caused us both So thank you for always standing by me even though Sometimes bad things take the place where good things go

[vhsrot]

// starter.exe , file name : violet bathory ( @grote5querie )

He pulled into the parking lot and slammed the truck door as he got out. "Violet? I know she's here.." he screamed, the bouncer getting into his face and shoving him back into his truck's side.

Get lost, Jack. The bouncer's voice was loud and Jack's got louder and louder. He was ranting and raving about lost time, a new video entry he doesn't remember recording and Julian Vane. He was always talking about Julian though.

He saw her though through, when the doors opened briefly, and bolted past the bouncer. "Vi, baby. Please."

He just wanted someone to listen. He wants to be more than words on a screen.

[bonemachiine]

@grote5querie : “You just gonna stand there or you gonna gimme a kiss?”

he shouldn't be surprised to see violet standing on the other side of the door - the pale glow from the porchlight along with the moths that flickered and danced above her created a sort of halo. she looked unearthly, like a figment that had crawled out of some cobwebbed corner of his mind. sometimes noah wondered if she was real at all. and so he can't help but just stare for a moment, like he was trying to piece together exactly how fate had unraveled and led him here. he didn't deserve it. he was destructive, like a fucked up tornado that left nothing but rubble and ruin in its wake. really, it was only a matter of time before violet fell victim to it because he couldn't say no to the drugs and he damn sure couldn't say no to her. even now he closed the space between them as if he were in a sort of trance, palms cupping both sides of her face, pulling her to his lips and kissing her hazy and slow yet always with an edge of hunger. it aches to pull away, eyes dark and brooding as they look over her every feature as if it would somehow allow him a glimpse into her mind. "it's 3am you know -" his voice is warm yet rough with exhaustion, fingers absently brushing a fallen lock of hair back behind her ear as it drifted wild in the summer wind.

[moltisaint]

ㅤRE: RILEY IS AGGRESSIVELY BANGING ON CHRISTOPHER'S FRONT DOOR. ㅤCC: @grote5querie.

IT STARTLES CHRISTOPHER FROM SLEEP, the police pounding against the door. It startles the fuck out of Christopher from sleep, and out of the bed with a cheetah print robe and to the front door Christopher is within record time, peering out of the peephole with a revolver, locked and loaded, in hand. But it isn't the police pounding on the front door: it's Riley DeLuca, tattooed fists a goddamn SWAT officer with a battering ram slamming against the door. Shit, she's pissed, and he prays it's not at him, lest he incur the wrath of those small battering rams for hands. "God fucking damn it. Is this necessary?" He swings the door open — "get in here" — and grabs and pulls Riley by the hand into his apartment. "What the fuck is this about, huh? Bangin' on my door at four in the morning like you're the fuckin' feds?" Christopher sets the revolver, safety on, down onto the coffee table before collapsing onto the couch, breathing out. "This better be fuckin' good. God, I almost fuckin' shit myself, Riles." Which, well, wouldn't have been the first time.

[kissmedcadly]

❝ don’t bite your lip—moan. i want to hear it. ❞ — @grote5querie

back arches, one arm thrown over her eyes like even the idea of watching nea as they fuck her is too much. it might be, she thinks briefly, head swimming, given just how wet she'd been by the time the head of that toy had pressed into the heat of her cunt. she swears it had been slicked down her thighs, and that much hasn't changed — distantly, she's grateful there's a towel beneath her hips.

every thrust forces a sharp, needy whine free, so loud that vic swears it echoes within the confines of her bedroom, even against the slick sounds of skin on skin. it's what prompts her teeth sinking into her lip, the hand curling around nea's wrist in hopes of keeping her from pulling away.

she's glad she can't look her in the eye right now, because she thinks if she did, she might fucking explode. it takes all of her strength to release her lip just in time for a sharp thrust, one that makes her moan. "holy shit—"

[wyrmeaten]

@grote5querie liked for a starter. // for riley.

"riley..." he cooed, running his thumb across her chin for a moment before pulling away from her entirely. the other ghoul looked beautiful in the low light of the park as they wandered toward the graveyard. "you getting hungry, honey?" his accent thick and country though he very obviously had not fit his voice in a very long time.

[gutterbrat]

@grote5querie sent, [ stay ] — riley telling cee to stay in the car.

       "Wait,  Riley—"       Cee surprises herself with the extension of a broad hand,  coarse digits catching around the slender length of the woman's wrist before she can think to stop herself.  At the realization of her own action,  Cee feels the immediate need to recoil  —pry her fingers from Riley's wrist,  let her go off into the night to do whatever the hell it was that women like Riley do in the dead of night,  away from prying eyes and bright headlights.  But she doesn't.  Not immediately.  She's locked in,  for a brief and strange moment,  furious lights sparking in the backs of her eyes  —before she remembers herself,  recognizes the potential transgression,  retracts her grip from Riley's wrist with a pounding heart and shudder caught in her chest.  She was a little buzzed,  but that wasn't any reason to stop Riley from leaving.  No reason but desperation.  Desperate.  Always so bloody desperate.      (  ... )        "I'm sorry."     She manages,  voice thick in her throat.  Her pale gaze flashes,  imploring the woman.    "I  —I'm just,  confused.  Can't I come with you?"