#spencerabbit

[riversent-a]

❝ Come on; let me give you a quick hand job. ❞ i'm sorry he's just like this

                                    muted clouds block the harsh light of the sun, the sky a dark shade of grey that allows orian to discard sunglasses for a non tinted lens. gaze flicker upwards, the driver is silent, eyes trained on road as the two speak, rain pattering heavily against the roof of the car. the rabbit and the wolf sitting side by side in the backseat, spencer’s thigh pressing flush against orian’s own. he purrs his amusement at the other’s demand. this is a dangerous game, spencer should know that. “ah ... and here i thought you’d be more... subtle in your attempts to uh,” amber eyes shift, dancing across the other’s features, as if searching the space between them for the words he wants, plucking them from the air. “- - fuck me.” his expression remains surprisingly playful as he chuckles, a low rotten sound that vibrates deep in his chest. to say he hadn’t thought of inviting the man to his bed would be a lie, one orian could tell with practiced ease if he so wanted, but, he never would. if orian is anything, he is honest about his desires, though acting on them well... that is another story. the wolf leans closer to the rabbit, head tilting ever so. “though if you have any intention of me uh... returning the favor, you’re gonna have to learn to ask nicer than that, bunny.”

SONS OF ANARCHY STARTERS // ACCEPTING !

[riversent-a]

➕ u know i had to do it to u

                                    it should be known, the wolf king does not often shed his coat. that obnoxious air of arrogance that comes with owning a city, that power is clinched tightly by ring clad fingers, held to his palm with the biting force of nail into skin. it is a privileged form of trust, shown to very few. but slowly, with enough time and attention, he can be persuaded. the office offers a comfortable sort of isolation, even with speakers from rabbit hole thrumming just outside. he’s got the rabbit trapped against the desk, bodies pressed firmly together. the kiss is harsh, teeth and tongue, slow and drawn out until orian is sure he’s memorized the taste of him, the sound of him, until, reluctantly they pull apart for air. wolf immediately moves his mouth to spencer’s throat, pressing kisses against his pulse, teeth sharp against his skin as the wolf nips playfully. he’s almost certain he heard the rabbit growl the word knees.

                                    it takes a beat to process, a second longer as he speaks, voice warm honey in spencer’s ear. “you want daddy to take care of you...” he begins, a way to mask hesitation without showing it, though he goes to his knees without question. what a beautiful rarity it is. head tipped back, amber eyes flickering across other man’s features as well practiced hands caress the back of rabbit’s thighs. he leans in, teases nose across the seam of plum colored pants before nipping at clothed skin. “- - baby... you’ve gotta learn to ask nicely.” he scolds, mouth splitting, exposing teeth with wicked grin.

NSFW STUFF // ACCEPTING !

[riversent-a]

this is the second time orian has publicly been called daddy on this blog.

[artemisnurse-blog]

                             shot is administered quickly, a sharp pinching pain in his arm before she presses glove covered thumb to the needle’s puncture wound.  “you’re way too used to bein’ king of the castle, huh ? ”  the common room is not somewhere she often finds herself, but many of the members have gone to hiding in their rooms : she has a feeling that he has something to do with that.  

@spencerabbit​. applied for membership.

[wedtocrime]

    ❛  𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment. in conclustion ... you can't blame a rabbit for choosing a hole instead.  ❜

—— STARTERCALL.  ;  @spencerabbit

[riversent-a]

❛ you just think you’re so damn cute, don’t you ? ❜

                                    “oh, no.” wolf shakes his head ever so slightly. “of course not...”  orian hums, a slow sound that leaves his lips with some amusement, though he hides it well. “ -  - i know i am.” he offers, grin spreading across his lips, chin rests in the palm of his hand. “c’mon bunny, don’t start acting all high and noble now... we uh... we both know better than that.”

CARTER & JUNE // ACCEPTING !

[riversent-a]

“ why don’t you throw me to the wolves ? ” LISTEN......

                                        it would have been easy to sit in man’s office, designer shoes atop his desk, an air of arrogance and a cigarette clinched between his teeth. but orian is one for dramatics, he is making a statement, arriving early, striding in a handful of bodyguards in tow. takes a seat and orders a drink, rings tapping against polished wood. the rabbit hole is dark, glowing neon lighting up the bar, there orian sits bathed in maroon, the colored light reflecting off his sunglasses, this is power play. he is only ever watched by people he wants to see customers and strippers alike, dolores is keeping an eye on him, he’s sure of it. the king purrs when rabbit approaches, amusement radiating off him in waves. “would you like me to ? ” he turns his head, glances over the pack, bodyguards littered across the bar, watching barely clad girls on stages. to anyone else, they might look distracted, orian knows better. his wolves are well trained, watching out of the corner of their eyes, teeth bared and eyes glowing.

                                        he chuckles, the sound deep in his chest before smile falls into something too serious. “mmm... i’m sure they’d love a chase, bunny, but...” this is important, “if i fed them every liar, thief and cheat, i worked with, i wouldn’t have much of a business, now would i ? ” he turns back to spencer, the rabbit’s reflection shining back in the tan lens of his sunglasses. wolf takes a sip from his glass, rings tapping against tumbler. “ - - besides, i’d hate to scratch up that pretty face of yours.”

ALBUM PROMPTS // ACCEPTING !

[theirwrath-a-blog]

“The knife that’s currently embedded in me is mine now. The fucker lost it the moment he stabbed me.” for jean xoxo

                          he’s lucky he managed to get to the artemis, lucky they had a room open, lucky she wasn’t three bottles deep in drowning her sorrows. “you got a lucky foot or somethin’ ? ” she smiles, a fragile upturn at the corner of her lips, blink and you’d miss it. for the most part it’s all fast working machines and quick fingers, she’s well versed in stabbings, she’s well versed in a lot of things. it’s why the wolf king struck a deal with her in the first place ; she knows what she’s doing, and she does it well. the nurse doesn’t seem all that surprised by the statement, making a sound somewhere between a scoff and a snort, a broken laugh that stops the moment the sound leaves her lips.

                          “yeah, well, whoever so graciously gave it to you deserved to lose it, they got shit aim.” shit aim is only partly to blame though, the cuts on his hands are enough to tell her he managed to stop the damn thing a few inches in to his right side, which helped avoid too much damage, still she’ll recommend he stays overnight, possibly another day to make sure nothing gets infected. jean shifts, checking over bandages a final time before she moves to clean up the smaller cuts on his hands. “we got rules.” it’s a way of saying it without saying it : he might not be getting that knife back, certainly won’t be getting it while staying in the artemis. she isn’t a fan of giving weapons back to criminals, stabbed with it or not.

INJURY STARTERS // ACCEPTING !