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@rabiddevotion     *   Freakbob momemt

&.   @hewhowent 
            
            freaky sonic gif

*    i am feeling a bit devious nowadays!

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            ⠀⠀⠀CONTENT WARNINGS for  ;
            ⠀⠀⠀violence,   mentions   of
            ⠀⠀⠀drug    ﹠    alcohol   use,
            ⠀⠀⠀swearing,   dissociation,
            ⠀⠀⠀flirting,   mentions   of
            ⠀⠀⠀abuse,   death,   etc.
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            ⠀⠀⠀scripted from LITC.⠀no
            ⠀⠀⠀affiliation to the creator.
            ⠀⠀⠀eng lit⠀&.⠀eng/span
            ⠀⠀⠀semi-lit.   slight
            ⠀⠀⠀headcanon-based
            ⠀⠀⠀portrayal,⠀mostly
            ⠀⠀⠀canon⠀^_^   MVRP.
            ⠀⠀⠀muse must be   18+   for
            ⠀⠀⠀shipping.   non-rp accs,
            ⠀⠀⠀DNI.⠀MATURE THEMES.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀love,⠀⠀⠀@SAlNTASHES .
            ⠀⠀⠀rei vynn.⠀⠀⠀⠀ he she xe.
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(  ++  )    @rabiddevotion
            
            [teeth that gnaw at his flesh,  bite into it before kissing it better.  he swears his voice betrays him,  become barely recognizable as his lips are bitten and kissed raw.  it might even hurt a little bit,  and his body shakes just every so slightly      ..  he feels weaker now,  but he also feels better.  somehow,  in some way.  he loves it so much he wants to rip cirrus apart,  erase this part of him and then himself.  the question makes him whine,  staring up at green and pink as his mouth his parted.  lips swollen,]    *  yeah,  i do.  did you have to ask?    ``
            
            [it comes out annoyed,  but truthfully it masks his embarrassment.  his desire,  and he knows he's been caught when cirrus lips twitch.  then it goes into a smirk that he wishes he could push away,  maybe slap him a bit.  however,  he allows it.  he allows / this /.  a sigh escapes him,  leaning up as his lips capture cirrus neck.  repaying him with gentle kisses,  but then something deadlier;  harsher.  his teeth bite into skin,  hoping to make a mark.  to mark what was his,  and he thinks that cirrus might have rubbed off some of his possessiveness on him.  because now he wants to make sure that cirrus knows who he belongs to,  and how others might perceive him.  wonder,  'just who did all of this'?  wonder,  just what kind of artistry is this.  you're supposed to paint the canvas,  not the inspiration.  but cirrus was his muse,  taking pictures when he didn't know and he might think that this was one of his hobbies now.  capturing someone in secret,  loving him in ways he didn't even know.  well,  he would never tell him anyways.  his ego would get in the way of it all.]
            
            ``    you have no idea on how much i want to eat you.  when i see you,  i want to eat you whole.  eat your skin and make it my own,    [a pause]    *  i want to be apart of you.    ``

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            [orange hair is mistaken for black,  blue mistaken for green.  it's all too horrid,  and so he closes his eyes to tear,  cross,  and burn out those eyes.  he wants to forget that bitterness in his mouth,  replace it with something sweeter.  maybe caramel,  was that the best way to describe cirrus' lips?  it must be,  with how addicting it was to look at,  to touch,  to kiss.]    ``    i want to breathe,  carve my lungs open so i can't help but take in all this air you give me.    
            
            [as they continue to merge and lodge their lips together.  a whimper finally escapes,  one that consumes everything that is given to him.  one that exclaims the enjoyment he gets from this unionization.  he loves it,  he really fucking does.  cirrus does it in the way that it feels like skylar is forgiven for his wrongdoing's,  but yet it also feels that he basks in all his sins that is laid out to him.  black hair sinks further,  the back of his neck burns when hands that were once there leaves.  instead,  fingertips slip under his shirt that instinctively has him leaning into it.  back arched,  arms capturing and felt around cirrus neck as he's pulled in.  the gentle nature of it all makes him weak,  bare.  / he could cry /.]    *  it's me who doesn't know how to love unconditionally anymore.  so teach me,  cirrus.    ``
            

(  ++  )    @rabiddevotion 
            
            fingers that feels his veins,  it suddenly feels like a life line.  and he swears he curses,  and he chooses to bleed until cirrus is satisfied.  breath hitches again,  he does that often now.  cheeks flushed,  feeling like molten lava,  and his skin is tinged by red.  just as cirrus cries,  he does as well.  kicking away a stray that looks his way,  when all he does is want to hold it close and keep it locked up.  skylar doesn't / know exactly / who's more / sick / and / twisted / anymore.  but,  a part of him thinks it isn't his other half anymore.
            
            the strings to his world finally loosen,  and come undone.  his chest cavity open and bare,  cirrus can look inside and see his desperation.  his desire to be loved,  and to love.  except there's barbed wire that hangs tight around that craving,  and he swears his heart cries out right then and there to him.  lips tighten,  fall into a thin line and he almost threatens to whimper;  only slightly.]    but loving you makes me whole.  completes me,  i might have loved chan—il.  except i loved what was the ghost of it all.    ``