Sexualizing that old man is a full time job and I've never called in sick

Myrna's got nothing over MY freak .... #realoldmanfucker

song of solomon 2: 3-6

fox knew what he wanted to do in this holy place the moment you two pulled up at the church for this case.

“he was… killed over there,” he relays to you, but he’s staring at the pulpit. “police found him over there…” he trails off. he can’t focus. not when he can do what he’s been wanting to do for so long.

your eyes have been sparkling the whole time, too. sunday mornings spent bastardizing an already debauched religion and countless nights with fox’s cross necklace dangling over you have hot wired the both of you into something the church would never forgive.

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Ethel Cain’s new album came out I got Dodge Mason on my mind or southern small town Art ruminating in me.

He insisted it be a nice date something a sweet movie in the rundown theater by his house, he brought his beat up truck over to your place smiled at your mom and told your dad he’d take good care of you.

It just ended up with smoking cigarettes behind your local seven eleven while sharing a beer he bought with his fake id, it tastes like piss but neither of you care he’s too busy trying to kiss you. He has you pinned up against the grimy brick wall his fingers slowly gliding up your thigh pulling your panties down a bit trying to slip his fingers inside you while your brain keeps screaming this isn’t right we’re not even dating but he has you right under his spell.

“Art.. you know my daddy’s gonna kill me.. we got church tomorrow.” You fret trying to keep any moans at bay and he’s clearly ignoring you nipping at your neck.

“Baby I’m just trying to make you feel good.” He shushes.

He sucks on your collar bone before he takes a hold of your necklace biting the little cross charm you’re wearing popping it in his mouth then tugging it taught against your neck the chain sure to leave a bruise.

It falls with a splat on your chest remnants of his spit on your skin.

“I’m going to ruin you..” he grins

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LORD.

Watch What Happens | Day 29: Candles

There’s moments Carlisle can’t share with you, as soft and human as you are. Luckily for you, he finds out he likes to watch. And even more fortuitously - you both find out that Charlie likes to give.

He’s hard to resist.

It could be what he is - so much about him calls to you, makes you starry-eyed. Inhibitions and the filter on your mouth disappearing - leaving your mind as foggy as a chilly winter’s morning.

you glanced up at daryl as he leaned against the chair casually while sharpening his knives.

you sat at his feet working on a flower crown for him but you stopped, momentarily pulled in by daryl’s beauty, you just couldn’t look away from him. his hands worked quickly yet efficiently on his knives and his legs were wide open, almost as if they were inviting you in.

your eyes twinkled in the sun as you gazed. you were admiring him. you smiled before leaning over and laying your head on his lap, looking out at the farm before you.

daryl grunted “whatcha doin’, girl.” you sighed and shuffled closer to his leg, your arms now wrapping themselves around his calf, the flower crown long forgotten. “lovin’ on ya.” you muttered.

daryl scoffed in return, but you just knew there was a small twitch of a smile on his face as a heavy hand landed on your head. he began to pet you, and almost as if he were petting a little puppy he scratched behind your ear.

“lovin’ on ya,” daryl mocked quietly, “jus’ wanted attention, huh.” your smile widened at his words, the feeling of his hand soothing you never failed to make you feel safer.

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