Feb 3, 2021
And I've never loved a darker blue than the darkness I have known in you, honed from you
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And I've never loved a darker blue than the darkness I have known in you, honed from you
the real joke here is that scriabin would be a terrible prostitute
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Questions of science, science and progress, do not speak as loud as my heart
I am a malady, you are my galaxy, my sweet relief
What does being fucked by someone you genuinely care about feel like? Be graphic.
Send 😶 + a really uncomfortable question and my muse has to answer it
"Tch. Pervert."
"Well, it feels good, obviously. Like any fuckin'- if you're down for it. Assumin' they're not shit at it. The 'care 'bout' part seems pretty damn specific, so I dunno if I'll do it justice."
"It feels good, knowin' that even if they could be goin' to anyone else, you're the one makin' 'em come. You can lose control 'cuz you don't gotta be IN control, yanno? You know you won't hurt 'em, an' nothing else exists for a few minutes. Or hell, not even 'til morning, when they're gone."
"It's like... Lettin' someone in, an' bein' able to let 'em hold you without worryin' 'bout a knife in their other hand. Even jus' for a little while."
"...I'm shit with words, sorry if it ain't what you're lookin' for, Greyface."
My ass is loose
"TMI, Nonny. Can't say I know the feelin', though, I'm sure they got like... some kinda cream for that? I'uhno."
'straight to video' (ok ok ok but hear me out- you Should piss vash off with a mid memory)
Send me ‘Straight to Video’ for your muse to find and watch a tape containing one of my muse’s memories.
Tape Begins
It's a removed security tape of some sort, the screen buzzing to life as it's started.
The screen immediately shows a theater in absolute carnage. Bodies lay across couches, fallen over tables, and littered the blood-soaked floor. Many had simply died where they sat as their brains boiled, while others were full of bullet holes, their own guns barely drawn.
Midvalley stood on the stage, saxophone in hand and surrounded by dead men, catching his breath. He looked at someone just offscreen and moved closer to the front as they approached, his smirk widening.
"Not bad, Chapel."
"Not bad yourself, Player." Wolfwood was wielding his Punisher, panting as well, wild-eyed and splattered with blood (far more than the near-immaculate musician). He didn't look that much younger.
Their information had been true, it seems, about a mob ring overworking the Plant. The theater was where they'd often meet, so their orders were simple. No survivors.
It had been quite the fight, not just rich, fat civilians, but hardened mercenaries as well. Enough to get the blood pumping, adrenaline flowing. Sure, the two may not be the most bloodthirsty on a regular basis; even the Hornfreak had no interest in killing outside of necessity or a job, but on an adrenaline high, seeing Wolfwood like this. Blood red on black, blue eyes wild, breathing heavily from the exertion and his own rush... Midvalley couldn't help himself, and pulled him closer, kissing him.
That kiss was all it took for Wolfwood to lunge at him and slam him against the side of the stage, mouth damn near devouring his own, all teeth and tongue. He couldn't help but grin against the priest's lips, groaning as his teeth moved down his neck. The bloodlust still ran hot, leaving both of them on an adrenaline-fueled high, and seeing the smudges of red from his own touch on that otherwise clean white suit triggered something in Wolfwood. Something feral and possessive. He pressed the other assassin against the wall with a growl as their lips met again.
The passion was clear as they clung and pulled at each other, Wolfwood managing to remove the other's white jacket first before they were laying there on the blood soaked stage, Midvalley on top of the younger man.
"Fuck, Chapel... I love it when you get like this." Midvalley panted. "They should send you on these missions more often." Wolfwood gave him a cheeky grin before pulling his hips closer to grind against him.
"If one of us ain't gettin' fucked into the floor in the next few minutes, Player, you'll get to see the other side of it." The priest hissed, causing the Hornfreak's smirk to return.
"So demanding for a priest." He chuckled. "As you wish. Turn over."
Tape Ends
- Agent Nein, Vodello, you alright?