"Children should not be allowed to make choices..."

《 woke up at 5 am with good smut muse. Hoping it lasts until 4 pm when I get off work. I will try to be online and make a starter if anyone is interested in starting something with my guy 》

● The devil got his hands on me~ ●

《 will be writing up starters today. RT - Like - ( mention or DM for plotting) me if you want one. Detailed as possible please 》

Today was not a good day, Especially not for Kyle Booker that was for sure. It was supposed to be a normal stake out. Just watching, observing and not getting caught by the police. It was just another job. Nothing was different about this, nothing. Well 》

《 maybe one thing was different... He was too comfortable and didn't know enough about who he had to watch. He had done worse with less information before but he missed the most crutial information. This guy was famous and had lurking body gaurds. They would have been 》

《 easy to spot, had he been looking for them but he wasn't. It was really sloppy and that sloppy is what got him dragged from his car, behind a gass station, beaten and shot three times. So he had worse before, but before he wasn't wanted in three states so he 》

《 couldn't just waltz into a hospital or clinic, not even a vet would help him. It was bad, well he wasn't dead yet but it looked bad enough that he was ready to declare himself dead. He had been limping through the alleys, out of breath and getting more exhausted 》

《 by the second. A gun gripped in his hand under his leather jacket with his bad arm that had a bullet lodged in his bicep. His good hand trying its best to stop the wound in his side to stop bleeding, but the exit wound bled without a stop. The third bullet lodged in his 》

《 thigh made him limp and stumble. Even with his excessive wounds he kept pushing on, looking for anyplace reletively good to die. That's when he stumbled upon the back entrance of a morgue and a little bit of hope brewed giving him a push of energy to try and survive 》

《He pushed towards the door and tried the lock, leaving his own blood on the handle not that he had a choice not to. It was locked, but luckily for him with a few hard kicks to the door the lock broke and the door swung open. He let out a breathy chuckle and stumbled 》

《 on inside immediately going to find any kind of supplies to fix himself up. It wouldn't be the first time he had stitched himself. Just this time there was three and he was really close to loosing too much blood. His luck shifted when he pushed open a door to 》

《 exactly what he wanted. Supplies. { ➳ ┇ Mᴀʀᴄᴇʟ. }

《 i haven't done this in forever- i might really suck

"This place is worse than a graveyard"

《 thank you :') 》 x.com/VRoseJustice/s…

《 was late to work this morning now its fucking up my whole day. Ffs 》

《 replies in a while. Just got home》

《 tfw you just wanna die 》

Subs who aren't afraid to take control of their dom--