#morality-or-chains

[emotionlcss]

﹝ closed starter ⇾ @morality-or-chains from xx ﹞

sutton hadn't even heard the doorbell ring as she had been moving around in the back too much to notice. it wasn't even an order for a customer that she'd been working on - which was for the best, because her lack of clothing was really a health violation, but instead just something she'd been thinking up in her mind. she'd heard his voice, though there was a part of her that thought maybe she'd made that up. that was until she'd moved around the corner and saw him leaning against the counter. ❝ oh my god! ❞ she called out, her hand coming up to rest against her chest, feeling her heart beating wildly underneath. ❝ you scared me, i'm so sorry! ❞ the blonde called out, her head shaking when she realized the sign in the door still said open. quickly she ran over to it, flipping it to closed before looking down at herself, suddenly rather embarrassed at her state of undress. ❝ and i'm sorry about this too, promise i don't usually run around here in just an apron. ❞ 

[neonvvaves]

from here . / @morality-or-chains

davy's  sharp  and  perceptive  in  many  areas  of  life.  it's  how  the  runaway  boy  from  decades  ago  gets  this  far— geographically and literally ( by staying alive ).  but  if  there's  one  part  davy's  mind  short-circuits  over,  it's  love.  nothing  makes  his  heart  race  like  being  the  center  of  reece's  focus.  it  takes  davy  a  moment  to  register  reece's  words,  then  another  moment  to  create  a  decent,  coherent  response.  "one  of  the  other  crime groups  wanted  my  team  to  do  work  for  them.  of  course,  i  declined—"  since  meeting  reece,  davy  has  his  heist  and  transport  team  helping  out  only reece's  mafia.  "—and  they  didn't  take  too  kindly  to  that  answer."  davy  shakes  his  head,  still  trying  to  reassure  reece.  "but  really,  it's  okay.  i  would've  said  no  anyways."

[gallowsheart]

Altered Reality Sentence Starters: gas stations on long mountain roads for a muse of your choice!

Work brought Jed out to the coast a couple times a year, and it was always worth taking the time for a little fishing while he was there. People would pay a lot for a hippocampus, a hell of a lot more for a mermaid or a selkie, though they were a damn sight harder to catch. Fishing was essentially the same as hunting, though, and he found both relaxing. He loved his brothers--family was everything for the Ashworths--but the time away from them was a welcome break.

The drive back home through the mountain roads was long and quiet, and that perhaps did more for his peace of mind than the hunting, the back of the truck loaded with carefully covered game--all mostly legal, if only because laws didn't recognize things that weren't human. It wasn't exactly explainable to the local police should he ever be stopped, though, and he preferred to avoid attention.

He'd stopped at this same gas station dozens of times on his trips to refuel. It was barely a building, the trees creeping right up onto the property and threatening to pull it back into the woods. He'd nodded to the only other person in the small gravel parking lot when he placed the nozzle in the tank, the stink of gasoline washing over him, but then his gaze had shifted to the edge of dark trees beyond. It was nothing he could see or hear from that distance, but something lurked just out of sight there, something that made him want to reach for the shotgun in the front seat.

[godstrayed]

❛ don’t feed me — i will come back. ❜ {For fantasy era Rozen}

INBOX PROMPTS ╱ 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔.

"Do I appear to be a creature of mercy?" Rozen's voice is calm and steady, his eyes narrowing like the predatory gaze of a beast disturbed in its rest. He shifts not an inch, as though his presence alone should be enough to compel any would-be trespasser to reconsider. So few dare venture into his domain these days, and yet here stands another.

"Or one in need of collecting strays?"

His crimson hair falls behind him, a dark flame as he turns, a deliberate motion that draws his full attention to the intruder. "What brings you to this place? Surely a mere meal cannot be your intention." He extends a hand, in not quite hospitality, presenting a fruit from the very heart of his garden——lush & vibrant. "Take it, if you wish."

[poisonedfire]

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The velvet beneath the upper half of their body is soft. Peyton is more than positive that they're going to be sore for the next several days. Despite their muscles relaxing enough to allow Kalaziel to slip inside them, a pleasant stretch is still felt. Sweat faintly glistens off their pale skin, visible with each flicker of the club's lights.

A lengthy moan sounds from the escort's lips as Kal's cock fills them just right. Pressure builds around their restrained wrists, causing the small of their back to faintly arch. The nickname almost causes them to immediately melt, heat further gathering in the pit of their stomach like smelting coals. "Yes, sir," they gasp, lustful hazel eyes opening to peer back at the incubus. "Fuck, you're filling me up so perfectly."

A teasing smirk crosses the redhead's features, "I could be doing better though if you fuck me hard. I want it so badly, but are you gonna give it to me? Make me feel it for days?"