thejoeburrow:

makemeyourslave:

Need an older man in my kik who wants to change everything about me to be his perfect fucktoy

Kik kaelynrea

Ah yes. Still waiting for the right owner

makemeyourslave:

Need an older man in my kik who wants to change everything about me to be his perfect fucktoy

Kik kaelynrea

I feel so stupid for realising just now what Aaron Warner’s back tattoo meant…

• Warner in Chapter 59 of Ignite Me:

“Igrievenothing.Itakeeverything.”

IGNITE

All I am is hatered.

Please don’t love me.

I don’t deserve it.

I knew he was a gun owner, so I asked what he thought about gunplay. He said he hadn’t thought about it much, but was interested in the idea. He paused and said, “So, you want me to go into my safe, get a revolver, and put it to your head?” “Nooo,” I replied, unconvincingly. Then I added, “But you wouldn’t do that. You’re a responsible gun owner.”

He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. He said, “The first rule of gun safety is ‘Every gun is always loaded.’” I thought he was pointing out the reason he wouldn’t do gunplay. I sighed and said, “Right, so I know that, but, really though. Can’t you just know that the bullets are out?” He repeated, “Every gun is always loaded.” I started to interrupt in protest when he continued, “But that wouldn’t matter with you.”

He was saying he wouldn’t care if the gun was loaded when we did gunplay. I looked at his face and there was no hint of laughter. He seemed to be seriously saying that he would just play with me and a gun, loaded or not. My hips jerked and I whimpered, incredibly turned on.

His next words broke through my excitement, “The second rule of gun safety is never to point your gun at something if you aren’t willing to destroy it.” He didn’t need to say anything else to make me moan and grind against him, my mind gone fuzzy and my cunt soaked.

The terrifying, arousing implication was clear: I am a thing he is willing to destroy.

s t r o n g

s t r o n g e r

strongest

Imagine me

master of my own universe

I am everything I ever dreamed of

~juliette ferrars, imagine me

His hand slips behind my neck; he leans in until our lips are only inches apart. […]

“You’re a coward,” he whispers. “You want to be with me and it terrifies you. And you’re ashamed,” he says. “Ashamed you could ever want someone like me. Aren’t you?” He drops his gaze and his nose grazes mine and I can almost count the millimeters between our lips. […]

“You want me,” he says softly, his hands moving up my back, “and it’s killingyou.”

~aaron warner, ignite me

Kenji: *swears profundly*

Castle: *reprimands him*

Kenji:

The sounds of the world seem warped, faraway, like my head has been submerged underwater. The fire in my brain has been snuffed out, replaced by a sudden, absolute calm. A sense of certainty. I know what I need to do now. And I know that there’s nothing—nothing I won’t do to get to her.

I feel it, feel my thin morals dissolving. I feel my flimsy, moth-eaten skin of humanity begin to come apart, and with it, the veil keeping me from complete darkness. There are no lines I won’t cross. No illusions of mercy.

I wanted to be better for her. For her happiness. For her future.

But if she’s gone, what good is goodness?

~aaron warner, defy me