the reveal’s always a bit jarring for newcomers, which just makes it that much sweeter for people like me, who enjoy knowing this handsome dirtbag is filthy to the core, lol.  nothing brings me more joy than witnessing people’s reactions to that scene.

       oh gosh, thank you so much!  you have no idea how much this means to me.  :’^)  i’m always willing to chat if you ever wanna discuss our nasty fave, and i take drabble / one-shot requests as well.  

           he’d be lying if he said the sound of her voice didn’t startle him a bit, even after the telltale click of the door opening from afar.  after spending so many hours in the dark, sight forcefully torn from him via blindfold, his other senses have been heightened  –  so when one of her finely - manicured nails drags listlessly across the expanse of his jaw, he finds his shoulders shuddering against their will, whether out of pleasure or fear.          there’s no reciprocation on his behalf ;  his hands were tied behind the chair hours ago, and even without squirming or attempts at escape, the material’s dug painfully into his skin and left angry red welts in their wake.  there’s no telling when  ( or if )  he’ll be getting out of his binds anytime soon.  Moira does so dearly love her games.        ‘ of course, ’  he replies smoothly, masking any uncertainty in his tone.  ‘ all you left me with was my imagination. ’ 

         were there a tie to complete his pseudo - formal attire, she’d undoubtedly be tugging on it and dragging him down to her height to level a rather unfair playing field.  for now, she’s content with splaying her hands across his chest, fingers hitching into the fabric of his button - down, the skin beneath imprinted by the outline of her nails.  thin lips tug into a self - assured smirk, head tilting slightly to one side.        ‘ i think the marks you left speak for themselves.  my back looks like a war zone. ’