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“ ʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇꜱꜱ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ ” 

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permanent starter call alert ! ♡ this for a wishlist starter. u’ll get memes/starters/musings etc. consistently & i’ll try my absolute best, to reach out here n’ there ! be sure to check out those links in the bottom for rules n’ such & the source for open starters ! let’s fuck ittt upppp ♡

banned. rules. wishlist.

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   ᴄᴀʀɴᴀꜱꜱɪᴀʟɪꜱᴍꜱ​:

         a roll of his eyes and a CHILDISHLY RUDE GESTURE was all danny gave in response. would it have killed him to be a little more upbeat? they had gotten away with it, and lined their pockets in the process! and now he had to ruin that high with a clean up. but with nothing else to do but wait for issei’s return, he resigned himself to the instruction. the shower was short—enough to clean the blood still LINGERING under his fingernails—and his old set of clothes dunked in bleach and tossed into a garbage bag he had grabbed. no use in KEEPING THEM now that they had been used in murder. before he can root around for a change, his partner in crime returned. he didn’t bother to cover himself up. never had been the shameful sort. “sure, great. what did you get me from the machine?”

         ❛   there’re   towels   provided,   you   realize?   it   wouldn’t   kill   you   to   have   a   bit   of   modesty.   ❜   deadpans   from   spot   crouched   over   bag,   throwing   a   wad   of   clothing   at   him.   once   desired   items   are   retrieved   from   duffel,   issei   takes   place   on   the   only   other   bit   of   furniture   afforded,   a   rather   lumpy   armchair.   ❛   whatever   i   was   able   to   SHAKE   OUT.   it   was   out   of   order.   ❜      variety   of   snack   items   are   haphazardly   tossed   to   danny’s   feet,   followed   after   with   a   gatorade.   a   pack   of   trail   mix   &   a   water   bottle   are   reserved   for   himself,   as   he   flips   open   a   worn   ds.   a   MUCH   more   appealing   outlet   than   having   to   continue   conversing   with   the   other.   ❛   stay   in   your   corner   n’   i’ll   stay   in   mine,   don’t   FUCKING   bother   me.   i’ll   shower   &   sleep   once   you’re   out,   don’t   need   you   trying   to   skip   out   with   the   money.   ❜

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   ᴄᴀʀɴᴀꜱꜱɪᴀʟɪꜱᴍꜱ:

         “speak for yourself,” he answered, drawing up a handful of osian’s guts. transfixed, he watched as the organs tried to right themselves in his hands. almost like THICK, PINKISH WORMS. better on the outside than trapped beneath a wall of flesh, in his own opinion. “i’m having a great time. thing is, you’re looking at this all wrong. see, in here,” he pauses, bringing a red-soaked hand up to tap against osian’s forehead; “this bowl of meat of yours has a lot of DIFFERENT PATHWAYS to sort through. sometimes you have to help them along. they do it for stroke victims all the time. never works the first time, but it does work.” maybe.

         if   rest   were   a   necessity,   without   doubt,   osian   would   be   fast   asleep.   despite   the   lack   of   most      rudimentary   emotions,   both   impatience   &   irritation,   seemed   to   effortlessly   entangle   themselves   within   his   building   blocks.   proved   with   an   indignant   puff   of   air   at   the   jab   to   forehead,   eyes   rolling   instinctually,   at   ezra’s   reasoning.      ❛      we’ve   been   at   this   for   hours,   you’ve   accomplished   only   in   agitating   the   parasite,   NOTHING   ELSE.      ❜   is   delivered   dryly   as   gaze   casts   up   to   meet   the   man’s   own.   gingerly   a   hand   lifts   itself   to   bop   ezra’s   temple,   enveloping   the   other   with   a   horrific   illusion   of   his   own.   waits   for   his   reaction   before   speaking   up   again.   ❛   what   you’re   feeling   currently,   is   what   i’d   assumed,   you’d   be   able   to   do   for   myself.   not   the   minuscule   pin-prick,   you   managed.   ❜

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   𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐲:

               ‘‘  where’s  the  fun  in  that  ?  ’’  and  they  reach  out  for  him  as  well  ,  helping  him  get  back  on  his  two  feet  and  making  sure  he  doesn’t  fall  and  trip  over  the  stairs  or  her  windowsill  (  which  has  been  cleared  of  all  plants  and  trinkets  lined  up  )  —  arms  draping  around  his  neck  and  pulling  their  bodies  closer.  ‘‘  would  i  be  able  to  do  this  in  the  car  ?  ’’  on  a  cue  ,  their  legs  get  so  messily  tangled  up  that  they  end  up  on  her  bed  ,  her  figure  climbing  on  top  of  his  thighs  and  looking  down  with  a  mischevious  glint  in  her  eyes.  ‘‘  i’ve  missed  you  so  much.  where  have  you  been  —  what  took  you  so  long  ?  ’’

         short   curse   is   hissed   out   as   they   tumble   to   the   bed,   though   it’s   quickly   replaced   with   grin   of   his   own   as   she   straddles   him.   uses   an   elbow   to   prop   upwards   &   snakes   free   hand   to   back   of   their   neck.      ❛   SHHH.   let   me   just   ...❜   he’s   pressing   forward   to   reacquaint   their   mouths,   taking   time   to   relish   in   the   her   taste.   adjusts   himself   to   better   leverage   &   reaches   to   cup   their   face,   thumb   tracing   invisible   patterns   into   her   skin.   undoing   the   intimate   lock   of   lips,   in   favor   of   resting   their   foreheads   together.   ❛   had   another   hit   to   make   &   it   didn’t   go   so   well.   needed   to   let   things   settle   before   i   could   get   here.   you   aren’t   too   upset   with   me,   are   you?   ❜   quips   amusedly,   hands   slip   down   to   wrap   around   her   waist,   as   he   rests   his   head   atop   her   chest.   simply   breathing   them   in,   as   he   melts   into   embrace.   

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        ❛   still   think   it   would’ve   been   much   easier,   for   you   to   have   just   slipped   away   &   meet   me   in   the   car.   ❜   long   limbs   struggle   to   find   stable   footing   on   the   rickety   fire   escape   as   he   clambers   into   their   bedroom,   wasting   no   time   in   reaching   out   to   her.   greedy   hands   finding   solace   in   every   inch   of   their   skin   as   he   holds   tight,   gently   urging   the   other   back   towards   the   bed.   ❛   i   fuckin’   missed   you.   feels   like   it’s   been   an   eternity.   laying   low   is   so   hard,   when   all   i   want   is   to   be   with   you.   ❜ @lowskey​​

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   ꜱᴇᴛʜ:

         the threat would have been laughably, had seth been in any condition to laugh. as it was, rage was the only emotion he could feel. “shut the fuck up,” he snarled, danger CREEPING into his tone. into the animal snarl he had released. “you couldn’t win against a six year old girl!” barely able to rein himself in from flat out ripping into his jugular, seth force’s his brother’s stomach against the door. “and i’m a lot stronger than when you remember.” it would have been too easy to SNAP HIS SPINE with the force of his bite, to have him flopping on the ground like a freshly-caught trout. it would have been too easy to rip into him with sharp claws and pointed teeth, to tear his body into little, tiny pieces. but the convenience of an action wasn’t the only thing he could think on, now. killing his brother was wrong.

         but maiming? that was more acceptable. “that all, huh?” he snarled, easily able to keep kash’s body pressed against the car. his fighting might have hindered a normal man, but seth’s SUPERNATURAL STRENGTH meant that he didn’t budge. “i can work with that, s’long as you’re gettin’ in afterwards.” and if he had to drag him? so be it. his leg(s) would heal. wrenching him from the side of the vehicle, seth threw him against the asphalt and stepped over to hold him down. a swift snap in the right direction and—crack!—the leg in his hold broken at the knee. “now quit fightin’, or i’ll break THE OTHER ONE.”

   both wind & fight are knocked from lungs as he hits the sharp gravel of the ground, panic replaces the aggression within seconds, once seth’s form hovers over his own. there’s no given warning at his sibling’s next action. only the sickening sound of bone snapping & a wave of nausea that rams into his gut. doing his best to muffle the cry that rips through throat, kash attempts scrabbling amongst the uneven layer of rocks & pebbles, trying to put as much distance between his brother & himself.  ❛ you BROKE my fuckin’ leg! what the fuck’s actually WRONG with you ?! ❜ is all he manages to wheeze out as fight or flight finally kicks in, leaving the other to wriggle himself snugly underneath the car. back pressing into rough brick of the wall. 

   threat of having his other leg mangled left him cowering under the vehicle, curling as far into himself as possible. he’s now beginning to understand that seth’s threats hold an air of promise to them & isn’t keen on having TWO broken legs. ❛ you go first ..... then i’ll get in after .... i don’t want you fuckin’ near me. ❜ 

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   aaaah, look! i’m back again! think i might fuck around n move blogs lsfkjsdlkf in the meantime tho, enjoy this random lil burst of activity. STARTING TOMORROW. ♡

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   ᴇᴢʀᴀ:

         truth be told, ezra had forgotten that there was a purpose to this SENSELESS VIOLENCE to begin with, that he had assured the still-breathing osian of something more than a twinge. to his credit, most people ( most anything ) would have died by now. if not from bloodloss and missing tissue, then from the shock it gave their system. “a break?” he scoffed, digging his arm in up to the elbow in gore. “i don’t need a bloody break. look, most people? a scratch does ‘em in. you just need to TRAIN YOUR BRAIN.”

   ❛ this  is  STUPID.  let  me  snap  his  NECK. ❜  is  hissed  venomously  within  his  ears  as  the  parasite’s  astral  form  projects  itself,  perching  just  behind  ezra’s  hunched  form.  ❛  i  doubt  he’d  appreciate  that  ….  or  that  it’d  be  of  use  in  achieving  the  goal.  ❜ chides  lackluster,  corners  of  mouth  pulling  into  the  slightest  of  frowns.  ❛ this  really  isn’t  going  anywhere  though,  it’s  correct.  how  does  one  train  their  brain  ….  to  FEEL  pain?  it’s  usually  in  REVERSE,  isn’t  it?  ❜

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@carnassialisms​

     ❛  i  nearly  felt  a  twinge  that  time  ......  i  think  that  we’re  getting  somewhere  ....    ❜  with  a  glance  down  to  mutilated  midsection,  all  he  can  muster  is  a  puff  of  annoyance.  they’d  both  believed  that  ezra  would  be  the  one  capable  of  dragging  out  some  sort  of  feeling.  something  to  fill  the  void  of  emotion  that  haunted  the  somewhat  human  bit  of  him.  ❛  perhaps  ....  you  ought  to  take  a  break?  recollect  with  what  you  intend  to  attempt  next?  i’m  unsure  if  you’re  reliant  on  rest  or  not,  but  this  could  be  why,  you’re  not  performing  how  you  had  assured?  ❜

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   ʟᴏᴡꜱᴋᴇʏ:

               ‘‘  no  fucking  way.  ’’  they’re  already  making  an  attempt  to  close  the  door  in  his  face  ,  but  his  figure  leaning  against  the  doorpost  makes  it  impossible  ―  unfortunately.  a  frustrated  sigh  emits  from  between  their  lips  ,  in  contrast  to  fai’s  exhausting  noises.  ‘‘  i’m  not  doing  this.  i  told  you  not  to  come  here  again  ,  not  when  you’re  like  this.  now  can  you  move  ,  so  i  can  close  the  door  and  you  fuck  off  somewhere  else  ?  ’’

    grin  only  broadens  as  they  attempt  to  slam  the  door  in  his  face,  throughly  enjoying  the  prospect  of  riling  sunita  up,  he  holds  steady  in  current  spot.  ❛  that  any  way  to  treat  your  fave?  y’know  damn  well,  that  you  love  my  company.  i’m  a  ray  of  fuckin’  starlight  &  you  know  it.  ❜  a  laugh  wheezes  itself  from  throat  as  he  gingerly  maneuvers  himself  more  into  their  space,  dropping  heavily  into  a  bar  stool.  ❛  please,  ‘nita.  help  me  out  jus’  this  last  time,  i  promise  this’ll  be  it.  won’t  sign  up  for  anymore  fights.  ❜  a  downright  lie  in  every  right,  but  nothing  that  they  needed  to  worry  their  pretty  little  head  about.  it  was  their  routine  after  all.  fai  comes  stumbling  into  smooth  night  after  a  particularly  nasty  match  &  sunita  gripes  about  having  to  patch  him  up,  &  he  absolutely  adored  it.  

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   ᴄᴀʀɴᴀꜱꜱɪᴀʟɪꜱᴍꜱ:

         seth had awoken GROGGY AND CONFUSED, the fitful sleep that normally overtook him suspiciously absent. while his first thought wasn’t⁠—god, i’ve been drugged⁠—it wouldn’t have been difficult to figure that something was amiss. particularly because the annoyance of a brother that had TANGLED himself into his mess was absent from the scene. recognizing the urgency of the situation, seth all but rolled himself out of the car, lip curled in a snarl as he stalked off in the direction of juddward’s scent.

          unsurprisingly, he heard him LONG BEFORE he came into view. to a normal man, he would have been muttering under his breath, relatively safe from eavesdroppers. but seth was not a normal man. hadn’t been in a long, long time. frowning at the knowledge that his brother had been responsible for his collapse into exhaustion ( not to mention the fact that he was discussing his predicament with someone else ) seth felt ANGER beginning to creep into his veins. if he had just minded his own goddamn business!

         almost the instant he dropped the call, seth shoved him up against the wall he had been tucked behind. “oh, believe me. if it was that simple i’d get you outta here, myself!” he snapped, face TWISTED in anger. in frustration. “but you had t’go and muck everything up for the both of us. and unless you want your escape to be a piece in six different states, i’d get back to the damn car!”

    scrapping  embers  of  lingering  fire  in  the  pit  of  his  stomach,  he  reaches  to  fist  own  hands  into  the  man’s  collar,  eyes  alight  with  admittedly  foolish  determination.  mouth  curls  into  an  UGLY  scowl  as  words  spew  themselves  off  of  tongue.    ❛  fuck.  you.  yer’  lucky  i  didn’t  cut  your  thick  ass  neck  open  &  watch  ya’  bleed  out  al’  over  the  motel  floor.  should’a  done  the  whole  godddamn  bottle  of  pills  n’sted  of  just  the  few  i  mixed  in.  ❜  ever  the  trashmouth  ――  the  slew  of  threats  &  crass  insults  rolls  oh  so  very  naturally  off  of  tongue,  punctuated  with  the  wad  of  spit,  that  ejects  itself  from  his  mouth  &  at  seth.  

        ❛  i  ain’t  scared  of  you,  assclown.  you  got  zero  fuckin’  authority  over  me,  bitch.  ❜  kash  attempts  desperately  to  swap  their  positions,  to  shove  the  other  into  the  rough  brick  of  the  wall.  curiously  wondering,  if  he’d  have  the  will  power  to  stop  himself,  from  BASHING  the  man’s  skull  into  it.  ❛  M’NOT  goin’  anywhere  else  with  you.  ya’  want  me  back  in  that  piece  o’shit  car  of  yours,  then  ya’  gotta  break  my  legs  n’  drag  me  back.  back  the  fuck  up  n’  lemme  do  me.    ❜

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2 new test muses alert !! look below for some quick info & like for starter from one !! OR. feel free to specify any other muse, you’d like something from ♡

   MALCOLM ‘KASH’ DOHERTY, 23. chemical engineering major. pansexual. concocts & deals pills & other narcotics, to afford his expensive lifestyle. grew up dirt poor & with nothing to his name, started dealing at the ripe age of just twelve, after his older brother dipped on the family. he’s crass & stubborn as fuck, always getting himself into foolery & fights. fc: mark mckenna

   MADISON ‘MADS’ GREER, 23. theatrical makeup artist. bisexual. grew up watching her mother & friends sit side by side, doing their makeup for all occasions. & as a gift for her fifteenth birthday, was given a full vanity set & some of the most expensive brands out there. began uploading tutorials of her looks onto social medias, before being snatched up by some of the biggest celebrity names in the business. fc: cartia mallan

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   ʟᴏᴡꜱᴋᴇʏ:

                 the  sensation  is  nothing  compared  to  when  issei  actually  grinds  back  ,  returning  their  eagerness  and  feeling  his  hardening  member  twitch  beneath  layers  of  clothing.  ‘’  fuck  ,  ’’  she  moans  ,  because  once  the  pair  is  in  the  mood  ,  things  move  at  a  fast  pace  and  today  is  no  exception.  the  man  got  his  hands  on  her  breasts  within  seconds  ,  resulting  in  varuna  momentarily  throwing  back  her  head  to  bask  in  the  pressure  and  arousal  it  causes  to  arise.  ‘’  ah  ―  let  me  just  ―  ’’  varuna  wouldn’t  be  varuna  if  she  wasn’t  able  to  multitask  ,  making  it  clear  just  how  good  she’s  at  it  with  one  hand  running  through  issei’s  hair  ,  tugging  at  his  locks  while  the  other  busies  itself  with  pushing  down  both  their  underwear.  though  ,  it  becomes  increasingly  harder  the  further  her  partner’s  fingers  presses  his  fingers  between  her  legs  ,  circling  her  clit  and  making  their  thighs  quiver  with  every  touch.  ‘’  how’s  this  ?  ’’  they  breathe  ,  slowly  sitting  back  on  his  legs  and  slotting  herself  atop  of  his  length  ,  folds  spreading  and  rubbing  her  wetness  across  him.  ‘’  just  like  this  ,  for  a  while  ,  ’’  she  sighs  ,  placing  her  hands  on  his  pecs  and  digging  her  nails  in  the  supple  ,  smooth  skin.  ‘’  until  you  can’t  take  it  anymore.  tell  me.  beg  for  me.  ’’

      they  look  ETHEREAL  the  way  her  head  tips  back,  expanse  of  neck  now  littered  in  bites  &  hickeys,  all  belonging  to  him.  it  sends  a  fresh  wave  of  arousal  coursing  through  blood  as  it  travels  straight  south,  hands  reaching  to  gingerly  rest  over  their  hips,  encouraging  each  &  every  rock  of  them.  moment  the  final  barriers  between  them  are  removed,  issei  hisses  as  varuna’s  mercilessly  teasing.  where  he  needs  wants  to  be  settled  inside  of  her,  remains  just  barely  out  of  reach.  though  he  plays  along  with  it,  admittedly  LOVING  the  build  up.  leans  in  again  to  reattach  their  mouths  together,  slipping  tongue  invitingly  into  hers.  lock  lasts  only  briefly  as  he  opts  to  leave  more  marks  on  their  soft  skin,  own  hips  matching  each  one  her  movements.  time  doesn’t  exist  when  they’re  like  this.  doesn’t  know  doesn’t  care  how  much  of  it  has  evaporated,  issei’s  ACHING.  surrenders  completely  to  varuna’s  torments,  as  lips  fall  open  in  DESPERATE  plea.    ❛  please  ――  ❜  chokes  around  the  moan  that  escapes  throat,  long  fingers  reach  to  ease  themselves  into  the  their  wetness,  stroking  along  inner  most  walls.  ❛  need  you  now,  varuna,  please.  ❜  pulling  his  digits  from  them,  hands  find  solace  on  their  waist,  carefully  moving  to  line  himself  up  with  her  core.  but  still  he  waits  for  her  signal  to  commit,  tip  of  his  length  twitching  eagerly,  against  the  heat.  

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      slinking  from  under  the  man’s  thumb  is  practically  impossible,  he’s  irritatingly  perceptive,  for  someone  who  had  up  &  vanished  for  so  many  years.  it’s  a  CHALLENGE  kash  accepts  WHOLEHEARTEDLY.  the  car  ride  had  been  MORE  than  torment  enough,  being  trapped  in  such  a  confined  space,  with  the  m  o  n  s  t  e  r  his  brother  had  warped  to.  

      SUCKS  in  a  quick  breath  of  air  as  he  carefully  slips  through  the  door,  burner  phone  in  hand.  he’s  got  to  move  both  swift  &  silent  so  as  not  to  be  caught  by  seth.  after  hours  of  AGONIZING  waiting,  the  latter’d  finally  succumbed  to  exhaustion,  presenting  with  itself  a  window  of  OPPORTUNITY.  

      ❛  m’tellin  you,  it  AIN’T  a  joke.  MOTHERFUCKER  is  a  whole  lunatic,  crushed  a  shit  ton  o’  sleepin  pills  into  his  beer,  just  to  KNOCK  the  fucker  out.  ❜  whispers  fervently  into  the  flip  phone,  briskly  slipping  into  the  driver’s  seat  of  his  brother’s  car,  urgency  making  his  heart  thunder  in  his  ribcage.  hands  move  deftly  to  work  the  wires  of  the  vehicle,  multitasking  between  conversation  &  keeping  an  eye  out  for  his  sibling.  ❛  jus’  LISTEN  ――  i  already  swiped  cash  off’a  him  &  m’buyin’  a  bus  ticket  back  down  there,  need  you  ――  ❜  everything  else  kash  wanted  to  say  dies  on  his  tongue,  as  a  shadow  LOOMS  over  him.  color  drains  itself  from  face  as  realization  dawns  itself.  mutters  a  short  ‘  i  call  ya’  back  ’  &  ends  the  call,  slowly  turning  to  face  seth.    ❛ look,  dammit!  told  you  i  ain’t  trynna  be  part  o’  your  shit,  man!  i’m  outta  here  &  if  you  got  a  problem,  then  DEAL  with  it.  ❜

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      ❛  hey,  sunshine.  ❜  exhausted  greeting  slips  through  split  lips  &  matched  with  an  equally  drained  grin,  from  his  spot  lent  against  the  doorframe.  entirety  of  his  body  is  aching  &  sore  ――  littered  with  bruises  &  cuts,  left  shoulder  is  definitely  dislocated  &  is  certain  that  he  looks  HORRIBLE.  ❛  wanna  PLAY  the  doctor  to  my  patient?  think  i  overdid  it  this  go  ‘round,  got  myself  REAL fucked  up.  ❜ @lowskey​​

[wozmi]

   ᴄᴀʀɴᴀꜱꜱɪᴀʟɪꜱᴍꜱ:

         “that’s just spreadin’ EXTRA EVIDENCE around.” especially considering the bodies were rarely… intact, after seth had finished with them. his murders weren’t entirely senseless, after all—they were a necessity born from a condition that he had never asked for. a condition he had never chosen. “no—god, no. she doesn’t—” she didn’t know about any of this. not his lycanthropy, not the acts he committed because of it, not why he spent so many long hours away from their home. “she isn’t involved. and won’t be.” and that was all he had to say on the matter. “are you gonna HELP ME WITH THIS SHIT or not?”

   can’t say he didn’t try, he supposes. does give his companion a side eye at the following response. you can bet your ass, if he’d had ANYONE that could be a set of extra hands, he’d be recruiting them in a heartbeat.  ❛ scared she’ll go n’ tattle-tale or sumthin’, just butter her up or whatever. helpin’ ya out is neat n’ all, but ya’ don’t exactly pay well ...... er y’know, AT ALL. ❜ stretches gangly limbs over head in a lazy manor, from his spot sprawled out on the hood of seth’s truck. finally rolling himself off of the vehicle & to help the other. ❛ do i at least get fed after this, been livin’ off of dry cereal & water, damn near a week. ❜

[wozmi]

   ʟᴏᴡꜱᴋᴇʏ​:

                she  exhales  a  deep  breath  in  stutters  ,  fighting  so  hard  to  maintain  composure  and  have  the  upperhand  in  given  situation.  the  chance  to  assert  her  control  over  them  is  fueled  by  issei’s  pleading  ,  the  man  unable  to  utter  full  ,  proper  sentences  and  painting  a  satisfied  grin  on  varuna’s  face.  ‘’  is  that  so  ?  ’’  they  whisper  ,  pressing  her  chest  closer  to  his  and  chasing  the  touch  of  his  palms.  from  where  their  hips  meet  ,  the  feeling  of  the  other’s  bulge  growing  and  poking  against  their  own  groin  is  unmistakable  —  a  very  familiar  swirl  of  arousal  felt  in  her  lower  stomach  that  surges  south.  ‘’  then  we  better  take  care  of  that.  ’’  and  with  those  words  ,  they  break  free  from  issei’s  hungry  mouth  and  sit  up  ,  continues  to  grind  down  to  work  up  both  their  cravings  and  removes  her  shirt.  once  the  first  item  of  clothing  hits  the  floor  ,  the  next  follows  ;  her  pants  which  is  hastily  pulled  off  and  thrown  aside  —  his  pants  that  they  nearly  rip  from  his  legs.  ‘’  remove  my  bra  ,  ’’  they  order  him  ,  returning  to  sit  on  top  of  his  thighs  and  biting  her  lip  ,  basking  in  the  warmer  ,  tighter  ,  closer  sensation  of  his  hard  on  rubbing  between  her  legs.

      electricity  BURNS  itself  in  each  of  their  touches  to  BUZZING  skin,  as  he’s  stripped  of  his  jeans.  tugs  varuna  directly  over  clothed  erection  &  GRINDS  hips  upwards  into  warm  center,  soon  as  she’s  finished  ――  eagerly  reattaching  lips  to  their  neck.  no  sooner  does  she  give  command,  do  his  hands  move,  gingerly  slipping  straps  off  their  shoulders.  he  trails  hot  open  mouthed  kisses  down  her  throat  &  to  the  tops  of  each  breast,  before  unhooking  the  garment  entirely,  TOSSING  it  haphazardly  to  the  floor  with  the  rest  of  her  clothing.  one  hand  remains  pressed  to  their  chest,  taking  &  squeezing  exposed  flesh,  between  fingers.  free  one  moves  to  dip  further  down  south,  rubbing  circles  against  the  quickly  soaking  fabric  of  her  underwear.  everything  in  issei  screams  to  tug  off  the  only  remaining  barrier  between  their  sexes,  to  push  fingers  into  the  incredibly  hot  core.  but  he  chokes  them  down  in  favor  of  letting  them  take  the  reins,  movies  to  suck  a  heady  nipple  into  his  mouth.    ❛  TELL  ME  what  you  want.  ❜  RASPS  hungrily  around  the  hardened  bud,  dipping  fingers  to  press  into  bundle  of  nerves,  nestled  sweetly  atop  her  center.