#outofprotection

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@gothamsbadge​

                 Blood splattered across his cheek, pulling his sleeve he wiped the drying fluid off his face. Irritation crawled its way beneath his skin when Maggie began to lecture him.

              “Maggie. Just calm down.” He ground out, gripping her forearm, he pulled her off the ground. “I promise I’d wouldn’t do anything to put your kid in danger.” Placing emphasis on the fact that’d never intentionally harm her child. Knowing everything she had already lost. “We need to move on, and head back to hilltop.” 

                            He wasn’t losing his new home, or the safety of his sister over a bit of bloodshed. 

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@oftreascn​ said:  “Against the wall” (you knew this was coming)

Send “Against the wall” to pin my muse against a wall or any other solid object seductively

        The sound of his soft exhale echoed in the small room. Wrists held above his head, the blonde’s strong fingers encasing them tightly against the wall. A rush of crimson colored his freckled cheeks, traveling down his chest. A familiar twist of arousal began in his lower abdomen, his hands twitching with the need to free himself. Testing his bounds, he rapidly concluded that he wasn’t escaping anytime soon. Swallowing thickly, his brown hues finally met Caed’s, gaze dropping unintentionally to the man’s lips before flicking upwards to meet his eyes.  “Let me go Caed..” The words fell uselessly past his lips, the back of his head parted ways from its resting place against the solid wall behind him. Inches between them, his nose grazed against the other’s, a playful smirk crossing unto his features. “Please.”

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rewatching sons of anarchy and i have such a strong urge to create a Jax account

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Kylo puts his hand on his shoulder. "You look like I made a baby. Are you my son from the future?" ;; (crack bc I always thought that ifdofdij )

 @kylorennx

The recollection of his father remained vague, and had faded in memory 

                                                                 “Honestly.. You could be.” 

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@liitlewolf​ said: “Against the wall” 

Send “Against the wall” to pin my muse against a wall or any other solid object seductively

                Fingers pressed against his wrists, sweat gathering on his brow as his eyes cast downward to inspect the cause of his predicament. Skin grew hot, as she dug her nails into his tendons. Letting out a breath, one he was unaware he had been holding, he easily assessed the tightness of her grip, and came to the quick conclusion he could free himself, if called for. For now, however, leaning downward his dark hair hung over his eyes, brows furrowing together as a slight smirk slipped unto his lips. 

                                                        “What is it you exactly want from me?”

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@oftreascn​ said:  ▓ 

Send a ▓ for our muses to be locked in a cage together

                        The forceful slam of a door shutting demanded his eyes open, a dull pounding filled his skull, scrunching his nose as if he could will the throbbing to cease. A groan slipped past his bruised lips, and he immediately searched his surroundings. Rusted metal bars surrounded him, the smell of mildew and dirt filled the stale air. Scooting backward on the dirty cement floor, he analyzed his environment, attempting to figure out where exactly he was. A cage. Trapped. The sound of his heavy breathing echoed in the small room, body continuously shuffling backward until he collided into another. Tripping over his own hands, he fell hard, his back arching as it hit the floor beneath him. Bellamy’s gaze finally drifted towards the cause for his accident only to find a familiar face. A untapped rage overcame him, this man had to be the reason he was here. There was no recollection of previous events before this moment, before he was put into another cage. Rising to his knees, he gripped the man by the front of his shirt, fists digging in and pulling Caed towards him. 

                                                                       “What happened?”

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@smokinmirrors​ said:  ▓ 

Send a ▓ for our muses to be locked in a cage together 

         The cold shocked him awake, dark circles beneath his eyelids as he foggily scanned the area around him. Thin bars held him in place, warmth directed his attention to the girl beside him. The cage that they were being kept in was only large enough to fit the two of them, crouched together and invading each others space. Time had no tangibility when starvation hit, he wasn’t even entirely certain who had captured the two of them. The only thing he was certain of is that he was beginning to feel weak, his limbs heavy as his fingers encircled the thin railing holding them hostage. The sound of a door unlocking towards the corner of the room, caused a brief moment of clarity to break though his mental haze. Reaching over, he tapped Mason lightly on the shoulder, hopefully she’d climb out of it before the torture commenced. 

                                                                                      “Wake up..”

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@wearenotthesameasyesterday​ said:  Send a ▓ for our muses to be locked in a cage together (great way to get to know each other. You can pick which muse you want. )

Send a ▓ for our muses to be locked in a cage together. Muse: Steve Rogers

           Waking to a pounding headache, and the smell of must was never positive. Lifting his fingers to his forehead, he immediately felt the sticky warm liquid coating his hair. A small groan left his lips, eyes flickering open adjusting to the dim light of, what he could only assume was a basement. Placing his hand beneath himself, it aided him in rising to a sitting position. Not simply a basement, metal bars surrounded him encasing him in what he could only assume was a cage. The air was cold, and he felt a shiver run up his spine as he quickly came to the conclusion of the predicament he had found himself in. Trapped. Glancing around for a means to escape his eyes quickly find those of a blonde man standing near the edge of their elaborate metal imprisonment. Getting his feet beneath himself was a task on it’s own, body aching as he stood to his full height. Surprised, that the cage even allowed such mobility. “Where are we?” He croaked out, reaching his hand towards the bars, the metal felt sturdy beneath his finger tips. There won’t be an easy way out of this one. 

                                                                                               “Who are you?”