CallMeDeranged's profile picture. ❝The voices in my head didn't stop screaming, yet the melody of your voice was the only thing I heard.❞ — [[#FatedMuse | MC]]

Jasper Badun

@CallMeDeranged

❝The voices in my head didn't stop screaming, yet the melody of your voice was the only thing I heard.❞ — [[#FatedMuse | MC]]

— option. You should know that.


— my fingers boldly guided @DelightedDeVil’s palm up my thigh to rest on top of my length.]] /When/ I succeed. Failure isn’t at all an —


— hand delved beneath the water, hovering just above her own palm that swept across my thigh.]] /If/ I succeed? [[Lips bending into —


— for, and she was more than willing to deliver. Easing my back against the tub, I leaned into the heated touch of her lips while my other —


— one of these days, some other man would claim my spot in our bed for her own pleasure, I couldn’t care less. Attention was all I asked —


— was more than willing to pay whenever the time called for it. Whether it be carrying out @DelightedDeVil’s dirty work or accepting that —


— nipple. @DelightedDeVil’s sudden sensitive and welcoming nature wasn’t unheard of, though with longed for seduction came a price-- one I —


[[Settled comfortably on @DelightedDeVil’s breast, the pad of my thumb gently caressed silk infused skin, smoothing over her perked —


— with a pile of dust on it.


— a quick tour, offer a taste of the fun we had all those years ago. Her cage is still in the basement, @DelightedDeVil. Tucked away —


— Why don't we play into @SpeciousIngenue's little game and invite her over? We're hospital people, are we not? We can greet her, give —


— curled around @DelightedDeVil's narrowed jawline while digging into the small of her back, pressing our bare bodies flush together.]] —


— you, @DelightedDeVil. I'm not going /anywhere/. [[Fingers grazing down the length of her spine beneath silk infused water, my free hand —


— lulled upward to fully face @DelightedDeVil; lips coiling into a darkened devious smirk.]] I have no reason to learn to live without —


— beautiful lie than settle with a terrible reality.]] They don't stand a chance. [[Speaking slow, stern and faintly entertained, my head —


— she spoke words of pure truth or caved in the amusing thought of deceiving, I couldn't tell. I didn't want to. I'd rather believe in a —


— up aggravation I managed to hang onto; her delicate kiss acting as a sugar coated cherry on top of a massively grateful sundae. Whether —


[[Each soft and sensuous touch brought upon by @DelightedDeVil's graceful fingers naturally eased whatever tension meshed with pent —


People don't treat the ones they love* (@DelightedDeVil)


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