Turpitudae - *▮ Spookshow Baby!

the thrill, the bloodlust. he couldn't control it, couldn't grasp the way his irises lit like a radiant gem at the sight of beautiful, crimson red being spilled. he was certain that he was the god himself with how much pride filled him with the knowledge that he bled someone out dry, that his hands could cause destruction. suppressed destruction with every caress, licking over his teeth as he nodded. it was difficult with her. wanted to tear off those angel wings of hers and wear them himself, masquerade as something pure for how impure he felt when he glanced in her direction. “ he's somewhere else, six miles out— eight inches deep. "

we should do that again sometime.

“ get out. now. " he felt dirty, dirty like the day he was born. why? why would he do this to rhea? he felt disgusted in himself. the one time that she trusted him wholeheartedly, and he ruins it. he ruins it by getting drunk, ruins it by being here in bed .. with her. covers pulled to the side, rushing into the bathroom. panic induced, he felt worse than death. a throbbing headache and the lingering touch of hands scattered across his body that made him feel nauseous all over again. what kind of friend was he?

never discouraging, fingers firmly gripping on wet flesh that the new yorker managed to hold onto. so tall, towering and commanding yet — his desire left him pitiful. a hiss escaping, eyebrows furrowed together. it was torture, how mox left him wanton for more. playing with him effortlessly like a piano. a hand guiding itself to grasp firmly against the man's head, like mother mary. caressing, holding him still as he arched his head in — it was awkward, pressing a wet kiss against his cheek as he tried to regain some control. but all he could do is slowly fall into the abyss, a inferno of his desires manifesting themselves. “ there's a lot things that would feel better than that, don't cheap out on me tonight. " he sighed, allowing himself to get this [..] to let go those iron reigns he held onto so tightly.

PROMPTS FOR THE MORNING AFTER *  adjust as necessary, nsfw implied

this... isn't my bed.

i'll make us breakfast.

wait, how long have you been here?

did you stay the night?

you're so beautiful like this.

did i give you that hickey?

don't get up. stay right here.

kiss me again.

nice bedhead.

are you... wearing anything?

this was a bad idea.

i've wanted to do that forever.

did you enjoy it?

i did a number on your back. sorry about that.

is this your shirt?

maybe you should go.

i had a great time.

if you stay, i'll make us coffee.

i shouldn't have stayed over.

come back here. please?

i've never been like that with anyone before.

there's a bra on the ceiling fan.

did we... actually...?

we could do it again, if you want.

you made me feel... incredible.

was it... okay?

you look beautiful in my bed.

what do you remember?

was i too loud?

you can borrow my shirt.

i guess this makes us more than friends.

this can't be happening.

i could spend the day just like this, right here with you.

is that a hickey?

this was just for fun. it doesn't mean we're together.

this wasn't supposed to happen.

should we talk about it?

what time is it? i'm late for work.

how long have you been awake?

i remember... everything.

we should do that again sometime.

i think we cuddled.

that was the best night of my life.

what parts do you remember?

why don't you stay for breakfast?

was it good for you?

the sex was great.

how do you like your eggs?

are we still friends?

sorry, i've got morning breath.

i'd really like to keep seeing you.

i'm glad i invited you in.

finally... fucking finally.

please don't leave the bed.

don't make fun of me if i walk funny.

this doesn't mean anything.

my friends are never going to believe this.

i don't even know who i was last night.

no one's ever taken care of me like that.

let me help you clean up.

maybe we should forget this even happened.

i'm just going to... leave.

you said some wild things last night.

you're wearing my shirt.

maybe we could make this a regular thing.

am i blushing? i'm blushing, aren't i.

where did i put my glasses?

your clothes are in the living room.

i need a shower.

your hair's a mess.

you make a great pillow.

i thought we agreed this would ruin our relationship.

did i do something wrong?

we were pretty loud.

do you want me to leave?

i asked you to stay the night.

i bet your neighbors hate us.

stay like this.

well, that's one way to bounce back.

what about round two?

don't let go of me.

why don't you join me in the shower?

we can't keep doing this.

we're fucked, aren't we.

how long have i been asleep?

i tried to keep feelings out of this. i really did.

roman : msg    -    sent     ›    me, obviously. no one is gonna' try to calm your crazy ass down anyway.

roman : msg    -    sent     ›    it would be, huh? but you didn't earn that with your last tantrum.

roman : msg    -    sent     ›    but i'll be nice, real nice for you big guy. i'll head on over if you get me a nice plate to chow down on.

roman : msg    -    sent     ›    yeah, yeah. follow your own advice, moses.