Blows U A Kis

rushed and desperate, messy on the couch because they were too impatient to even make it to the bedroom. / frank @weaponid

an  echo  of  the  lock  snapped  shut,  no  measure  of  time  between  a  wordless  greeting  and  their  bodies  tangled  together.  his  mouth  was  on  hers,  rougher  at  the  edges,  soaked  in  silence  and  too  much  time  apart,  every  hunger  of  his  met  with  her  own.  she  doesn't  ask  where  he’s  been,  doesn’t  ask  what  he’s  done.  his  hands  could  be  drenched  in  saintly  blood,  and  she'd  still  lick  them  clean.  the  couch  creaks  beneath  them,  a  mess  of  tangled  limbs  and  desperate  friction.  she  claws  at  him,  at  the  layers  between  them.  there’s  no  finesse,  no  slow  unravel.  just  the  brutal  honesty  of  two  people  who’ve  bled  together,  burned  into  one  another's  souls  by  the  tangle  of  carnage  and  war.

his  hands  are  always  firm,  pressing  down  and  claiming  curves  with  a  bruising  grip.  he  smells  like  gunpowder  and  warmth,  like  something  feral  that’s  been  living  in  the  dark  too  long,  and  she  breathes  him  in  like  he's  her  only  source  of  life.  her  shirt  caught,  torn  and  bunched  at  her  waist.  mouth  breaks  against  his  when  he  drives  into  her;  no  warning,  no  preamble,  just  every  breath  knocked  from  her  lungs.  ❛ missed  you  so  fucking  much.  ❜  it  burns  in  her  throat,  strangled  by  the  raw  truth  of  her  words.  the  weight  of  him,  the  feel  of  him  is  more  familiar  than  her  own  reflection.  greed  of  her hips  slithered  up,  thighs  wrapped  around  a wall  of  muscle.  ❛ harder,  frank.  that  can't  be  it,  common.  ❜  she  tugs  a  fistful  of  dark  hair,  biting  down  on  his  bottom  lip  hard  enough  to  taste  copper.  something  to  coax  every  violent  thought  in  his  head  to  the  surface  so  she  can  swallow  it  whole.

 ❛  there  ain’t  language  for  the  things  i’ve  seen.  ❜

it’s not Sunday and idc cause the world needs to understand that you HAVE to dominate her or she will edge you within an inch of your life and fucking laugh about it and talk shit in your face about it.

15.     bookcase. // HC @owestwind

BOOKSHELVES// she has a habit, a collection that rivals her record one. two points in her home have dedication to her literature. - a corner in her living room and a good portion of her bedroom. every single book is one she's read at least once before and there are favourites she revisits often. many copies that have seen combat and deployments and gotten her through difficult times. she's a fast, thorough reader and her taste varies, but this is a little snippet of some of her favourites.

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 .    (  a collection of  dialogue prompts centered around saying "please".   feel free to modify phrasing as desired.  )

please just be honest with me.

oh, please explain how this is my fault.

please don't look at me like that.

please, let's not do this here.

for once, could you please stop pretending?

please just kiss me, i can't stand it.

please don't walk away from this.

all you have to do is say please.

please, i dare you to try and stop me.

please don't tell anyone i said that.

i said please, so technically you have to say yes.

please tell me you brought snacks.

please don't take this the wrong way.

please, i've waited so long to hear you say it.

i said i'm fine, please just drop it.

please don't lie just to make me feel better.

please don't judge me for what i'm about to do.

please just let me help you.

if you love me, say it. please.

just stay here with me all day. pleaase?

please don't ruin this for me.

please just leave me out of it.

tell me you love me ... please.

can you please slow down?

please tell me there's still a chance.

can you please just get some sleep?

please, i don't want to lose you again.

i'm not asking– i'm begging you. please.

please don't make fun of me.

i want you to leave. please leave right now.

please, it's nothing.

i don't like to beg, but... please.

pleaase? i promise it'll be fun.

tell me it's a lie. please.

come on, please? just this once?

please don't jump to assumptions.

please, [ name ], just stay here.

you promised ... please.

please. i need you to trust me.

please don't go.

i know i don't deserve it, but please forgive me.

please, let me fix this.

did i hear a 'please' in there somewhere?

please. one more minute, that's all i'm asking.

oh please, as if you've never done it.

don't ask me to choose. please.

please don't tell them where i am.

saying 'please' over and over won't change my mind.

please? ... pretty please?

please don't make me beg.

please tell me i'm wrong.

can you please give me a hand with this?

tag dump

indefinite hiatus.

30.     netflix watch history.  // HCS @pittmade

I think as a whole, men should be consumed with more longing. they should feel the suffocating consequences of inaction. they should pine and flex their hands more, they should look like they’re holding up the tide of unfathomable agony just being close to their beloved and not being able to touch them. they should fuck like it’s their first and last time ever getting the chance to touch them.

❛  you  can't  let  other  peoples  opinions  get  in  the  way  of  what  you  want  especially  because  other  people  suck.  ❜

holt & diaz quote starters // @jennifershepard