#vilecrafts

[lem0nsheadz]

     “   I’m sure you can tell  --  ”  she playfully whines. a lilting birdsong that matches the chaotic twirl that sends golden hair flying to match the disconcerting stare of her drenched blood eyes. sweet laughter that sends her black jacket falling off one shoulder,  meeting their gaze with an uncomfortable intensity. the kind of eyes that pull people apart even when closed. “ that I’m not the carefulest of girls. ”  |  ♪

                           🍋    @vilecrafts​  [ starter call ] 

[janeivesarchive]

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[flighteer]

@vilecrafts​   :    ❛ it’s hot when you talk back. ❜

❝  ‘nd here i thought you liked your dildos quiet,  ❞  he murmurs,  pulling back from where he’d been leaving possessive little kisses all over their neck,  collarbones,  chest.  he’s selfless,  that much is true,  but even selfless people have their vices.  he’s just fortunate enough it’s shaped like nyx hiver.  

the afternoon heat is sweltering,  pressing down on the pair of them,  and the sofa doesn’t have nearly enough space for how they’re positioned  :  nyx on their back,  one leg hooked over poe’s arm.  every shift of their bodies is sweat-slicked,  each roll of his hips into them slow and purposeful,  eyes greedily taking in the view.  ❝  so what’ll it be,  then?  ❞  he asks,  pulling near all the way out in hopes he’d hear them whine.  ❝  i can do either one for you,  all you have to do is ask.  ❞

[flighteer]

@vilecrafts​   :   ❛ how badly do you want me? ❜

poe breathes a shaky sigh,  hands curled tight in the fabric of nyx’s starbucks shirt.  their arms are wrapped around his neck,  and he can feel their fingers absent-mindedly playing with his hair,  touch so gentle,  corners of their lips tilted up as they ask how badly do you want me? like they aren’t testing his resolve by pressing up against him,  batting their eyelashes,  bringing so much attention to that pretty little mouth of theirs.

the closet space is cramped. there’s forgotten fishing rods,  a bucket overturned,  a mop blocking the door after poe had knocked into it,  pushed into the dark space by nyx.  how badly does he want them?  his hands uncurl,  digits finding an anchor in their waist instead,  pulling their hips flush against his,  grinds into them for a brief spell just to show nyx how badly he wants them.  for a moment,  the sensation is almost too much,  but he pushes through.  dips his head,  brushes his lips against theirs.  ❝  so fucking bad,  ❞  he whispers,  and it comes out needier than he’d like        desperate,  even.  ❝  think i’ll just about die if you don’t put your mouth on me in the next thirty seconds.  ❞

[flighteer]

@vilecrafts​ 1/2 starters <3

❝      you   know,      sometimes   it   feels   like   i’m   nothing   but   a   toy   to   you.      ❞      it’s   his   apartment,      it   always   is,      and   he   busies   himself   with   making   a   coffee   that   he   won’t   taste               conflict   always   takes   up   space   on   his   tongue,      bitter   and   sharp   and   a   pointed   reminder   of   everything   negative   he   has   ever   thought   about   himself.      he   levels   his   gaze   onto   nyx,      takes   a   sip   of   coffee-he-can’t-taste   and   says,      ❝      like   i’m   just   your   entertainment   for   the   night,      until   you’re   bored   and   decide   you   wanna   replace   me   with   someone   else.      ❞

[bitesurvive-archive]

❝    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒    𝐍𝐎   𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌      ---------------       why       would       there      be   any    ?       after      all     is      yer       choice      to     walk     away        &&       we    both     have     our     own     paths      to      follow           (    .     .     .     )         different      choices     but      they      shall      not     be      in       a       bad       way       &&       because       of       that      there      shouldn’t      be      any       H A R M  .             ❞  

@vilecrafts​    asked:    “What’s the harm if we’re never going to see each other again?”

[goldhaunt]

@vilecrafts​​   :   “sir, the pony rides are for children only.”   /   src.

❝      i’m   perfectly   fucking   aware   of   that,      ❞      he   snaps.      the   scene   was   nothing   short   of   a   trainwreck      :      matty’s   hands   were   stuck   to   the   stupid   machine,      electricity   coursing   between   him   and   the   coin   slot.      he   gives   an   experimental   tug,      then   groans   when   he   doesn't   give.      ❝      can’t   exactly   do   anything   about   it   right   now,      can   i      ?      ❞

[flighteer]

@vilecrafts​​      :     ❛  come and make me.  ❜

hands   are   quick   -   paced,      mouth   running   faster.      digits   grip   a   thin   waist      ;      he   pulls   nyx   into   his   lap,      brings   their   hips   flush   together.      in   the   dark   of   poe’s   apartment,      the   city-lights   are   a   reaching   glow,      throwing   shadows   and   sharp   pieces   of   light   across   their   bodies,      across   the   sharp   hills   of   nyx’s   features.      he   wants   to   capture   this   moment,      keep   it   in   his   hands.      ❝      you   have   gotta   stop   talking   sometimes,      ❞      he   says,      gaze   flicking   upwards   to   catch   their   look,      tops   this   all   off   with   a   grin.      his   hands   trail   beneath   their   shirt,      feels   along   warm   skin.      lips   graze   along   the   column   of   their   throat,      pauses   at   the   junction   of   their   shoulder,      and   he   says,      ❝      promise   you   that   nothing   good   is   gonna   come   out   of   pushing   these   buttons.      ❞