turtleen: (then he shagged her behind the organ)
Kelsey ([personal profile] turtleen) wrote in [community profile] moritat2015-04-29 03:59 pm

permanent open post

Muselist here

This post comes with several options:
1) Give me a prompt
2) Give me a blank response and I'll go with something

And within those options:
A) Just post with one of your characters and I'll choose which of mine
B) Ask for whoever you want of mine but leave yours up to me
C) Several options for either
D) I can even pick for both maybe

You can leave something to be done now, or maybe down the line sometime, YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN I MIGHT STRIKE or maybe you do...

Also use this for whatever memes or PSL stuff you want to spring on me any time.

depicted: (and I know a place)

[personal profile] depicted 2015-08-28 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[It is all new to him, all fresh, all unknown. Constance was smooth, elegant, careful. Hyde is aggressive, monstrous even, unlike anything he has ever known except the viciousness that leads to death. So Dorian's face is an open book even as he squeezes his eyes shut again, and every gasp and whimper tells itself without any more disguise than Dorian's poor attempts to insist that he is capable of matching this, that he is more than prey but a predator in his own right. The hand that tightens around Hyde's throat, presses down into the hollow of it, is as much reflex, desperate hope for something stabilizing. The fingers that scratch down Hyde's back are as much the desperate clawing of a caught bird as they are the voice of lust.

And even then he opens himself wider to Hyde, spreads his legs and twists them in craving more touch, raises his chest and turns his head wanting more teeth. The single word, begging,]
Please, [could as easily be a cry for more as it might be a cry for Hyde to stop.]