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@crimsonuproar , private verse.
there’s fingers wrapped to his wrist, being led toward glaring closet door at the far end of the room by a one cheryl bombshell. he's acutely aware of those glossed, icy - doll eyes watching his every move from where she’s perched beside ronnie, that furrow of her brow he’s always detested to see. betty cooper has looked at him a lot of ways, though somehow this one seems to hint not of warning, but of hurt.
a ragged breath that’d perched his tongue finally lets free, lodge within his throat keeping him from murmuring up it wasn’t necessary, that maybe he’d go in with veronica instead. there’s a dominance that rings from copper haired girl leading him that dares to be denied, and it’s all he can do to swallow as they’re slipping into the room, door shut all too eagerly behind them.
❝ i, uh . . . my notes aren’t too thorough, but it’s better than nothing. ❞
fingers lithely clasped around a few loose leaf papers reach toward the boy at the opposite edge of his bed, retracting hand once taken to muss through crimson locks.
/ @hisache
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❝ brooke–––––– – ❞ her name is heavy in his mouth , something sweet , boy’s fingers trembling within their clutch of her waist where she has him backed against her door. a swallow , blushed mouths tripping together & tone husked with a want he isn’t sure what to do with / doesn’t know if he’s allowed to be that hungry.
❝ i , um , your d–––– – what if your dad comes home ? ❞
@soulhcart , private verse.
these are the vicious hearts i hide from you .
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❛ come on, just another half hour, ❜ she pleads breathlessly, the soccer ball kicked between her feet as she and liam occupy the soccer field late at night. she’s always been determined —— but given everything they had been through, she hadn’t spent much time focusing on her athletics. ❛ did you know i was the youngest player to make varsity? as a freshman, liam. people expect big things from me, and i’ve BARELY been able to even look at a soccer ball this semester. we’re going to be upperclassmen next year. i have to be at my best. ❜ her feet stop, and she looks back up at him, a small smile painting her lips. ❛ —— please? i’ll make it up to you. ❜
crisp air amongst the open field bites a rouge to sharp cheeks , breath a flume before his brims as he stands with hands at hips , brows knit together at the girl before him. at first it’d almost seemed naive , spending such late hours on the deserted field , a sense of normalcy otherwise stripped from the teens / but he thrived for that singe in his lungs , dewed grass kicking up water to his calves , the adrenaline of the game.
❝ hayden , you’ve been at your best. you’re faster than anyone on the team , if anything they should be out here. ❞ a lithe study of his counter’s features is enough to assure him that still wasn’t enough , steeling a moment longer before hands drop , back - stepping toward the goal & gaze fixed on that pink smile convincingly curling her lips. it was too difficult to deny her ; always had been. ❝ alright , you make it in , we stay another half hour. if not , we come back tomorrow. ❞
ROT & WITHERED , her divinity has wilted ; coitus blossom between the thighs & honeyed breaths , the milky limbs tangled until all is lost . until waxen eyes & the cherried mouth weeps for MORE . she knows how to play , GODS believed her to be so easily bended . a dewy moan leaves , curl of mouth in a savage snarl . ❛ you’re a fucking brute ! ❜
he trusts that if the words leaving rosen lips were of complaint , such an appetite would not be returned. it’s all he needs to continue , opposite palm dropping to her waist , using clutch & weight of own figure to back her rather roughly toward the wall , baring teeth with a wicked simper. ❝ stop talking. ❞ a low demand , claiming doe’s mouth once more.
there is divinity within her , he can taste it. callous hands envelop petite features , he’s hungry for it , wants it for himself , evident in the wolfish snarl that resonates deep within bed of his chest , opposite palm knotting into raven locks. it’s there he administers a lithe tug , gaging her interests.
@daisyspat liked for smooches.
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he is shadow and shadow is he. he is death and death is he. he is devil and devil is he. aleksander morozova- THE BLACK HERATIC- purgatory spat him out- a trembling shadow of a boy, but there had been light in his heart once- innocence twinkled in his eye like a sky of stars and now there was only a flicker / a w e a k sprinkling remained, dying out- bleeding out. “ they say there are demons in the trees- that they eat the maidens too enticed to resist entry. “
own eyne flit toward the whispering of leaves , intent enough she believes she may hear , should she only pay them attention. a purse of lips , consideration thrumming within a heavy mind , alit with possibility. ❝ where have you heard such stories ? ❞ she , wearing the flesh of the trees & vivacity of bloom beneath , sees something entirely different.
❝ perhaps they’re only trapped themselves. have you ever listened to them ? the trees , i mean. they don’t always tell you what you wish to hear. fool’s tales. ❞
❛ YOU WOULD LEAVE me so quickly ? ❜ spindled pang in the chest , almost luring sense of heartache . tears threaten to spill from bambi eyes , her opium - flame faltering ; elfin digits wipe carelessly under her eyes as if she’s wiping make up , anything to hide the truth . the intent to hurt him now is too fragile , much too soon . from his sullen tongue spills even more words she refuses , oh , how tender she’s becoming !! a whine , daisy - rotted & lonely , her foot stomps on the pavement . she cared …. far too much .
❛ you can’t go …. you just can’t . that’s not fair , you care more about other people than you do me . you should be thanking me ! if you want to go , then go …. take me back to the hotel . NOW . ❜
& with arms crossed in girlish manner , emilina slips into the car , gaze hidden away from his , silently begging for the man undone to crucify his ideals & come to her .
abandonment , it’s all he’s good at , staying in one place never served to anyone’s benefit. she’d only end up dead with him around , the winchester emblem a crimson target amongst the back of his company , even sammy. she isn’t as well - equipped , still holds tender to her sense of loss and a quick - trigger temper that would only serve as a distraction.
it’s petite foot stomping childishly upon the ground that pulls a stunned confusion betwixt his brows , features contorting , words chasing after her as she struts back toward the car. ❝ you seriously throwin’ a fuckin’ tantrum right now ? ❞ door closes amidst his words , gritting teeth & balling hands to fists before he taps roof of the impala , gathering himself for what he could before climbing in the opposite end. he allows her to seethe , doesn’t offer an apology , an explanation–––––– –– it’s better for you this way.
rose petals stumble against his own , a sweetness she’s unaccustomed to , taunted quirk to corner of mouth as hot breath whispers free . ❝ don’t tell me you’re scared of getting caught. ❞
@hisache liked for smooches.
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❛❛ you’re impatient . it’s cute . ❜❜ vexing smirk tugs at battered mouth before shirt is peeled from his torso , left entirely forgotten on the ground as he lowers himself into warm water , situating himself directly across from her —– a distance that’s sure to diminish soon enough . ❛❛ satisfied , baby ? ❜❜
she’ll allow him his moment to taunt , reign in his pride before she snatches it from betwixt boy’s fingers. only countered movement is a careful raise of etched brow , mouth tipping at it’s side , creme round of her breasts just above water he sinks into. she only hums , sure he knows it takes far more to satisfy her. ❝ our parents would be pleased seeing us spending a little time together . if only mommy - dearest knew what a rotten little mind her son has . ❞
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❝ –––––––––second thought, make that two. ❞ gruff tone murmurs toward the bartender, callous hand cupped to hollow of cheeks to drag along shadowed stubble.
dew - spat mouth puckers , the polished cusp of her palm reaching to grasp his arm . guilt riddled upon thin crimson skin : where dean goes , the nymphean girl follows . soft - faced & dreamy eyed , doesn’t fit the scene at all . ❛ i wasn’t gonna leave you in there by yourself … don’t be such a dick . ❜ each word huddled in rugged disdain , she tugs for his attention once more .
❛ i care , frankly , i don’t give a shit if i ruined your case . you’re still here … that matters . ❜
growl resonates bed of his chest, casting aside a scoff in the girl’s direction, petite and brimming with a hell of a lot more spit - fire than he wants to deal with. ❝ we had a deal. if things go south, you get the hell outta there. ❞ broken boy / it’s easier to scold her than overcome her putting herself in danger for him. she was the better of them left standing, and she’d been foolish.
❝ yeah, i’m still here, and some shape - shiftin’ douche is still out there taking more lives. you’re off the case, em. shouldn’t of even let y’go in the first place. you can stay ‘til morning, but when i hit pavement i’m goin’ alone. ❞
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❝ practice , preparatory measureswhatever you want to call it . ❞ slender fingers guide the arrow back again , eyes narrowing on the target . she waits for the wind , body still as she silently counts down the seconds . the release comes with a tickling pitch , speeding toward the wood again . allison drops the bow to her side , content with the trail of her thunder , before finally turning to face the chimera . ❝ what is it that you want , exactly ? ❞
he allows her to continue her prowess uninterrupted by husked tone awaiting within his throat, eyne fixed on her rather than the targets intermixed throughout the trees. he has no doubt where arrow has faithfully landed as it splices through late - winter air, raise of lips curling further as she addresses him fully, now, tongue parting through to casually glaze brims.
❝ is there something you’re offering ? ❞
