#chenaultlemieux

[aclutteredspace-blog]

spit it out hommie

Send ‘SPIT IT OUT!' and I'll randomly generate a number. Whatever number it is, my muse will blurt it out to you!

"You’re under arrest"

[masqueofdisorder]

♒

Send a ♒ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours!

"Wow, That’s the worst black eye I’ve ever seen.”

[aerialt]

That's dirty

          “nobody will catch us, it’s fine.”

Send me "that’s dirty" and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours.

[posiadaniearchive]

♒

Send a ♒ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours!

                 "Let me buy you a drink?"

[zeitloslebengone]

❝❞

Send me a ❝❞… and I’ll generate a number for you!

#22

      —- { ∞ }     ”What’s on your face?.”

[poisepen]

the hats tho

[thealwaysforgotten]

I want the k

                                   Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll generate a number.                                                — i. neck nibble.

       It hadn’t been that bad. She wasn’t completely horrible company, and the thought of keeping her around was actually starting to become like more of a fact than a question. He knew she had a group, he knew she was probably looking for them, and as soon as she did find them he might as well split then. Keeping her around for awhile might be a good thing, and what bad would it do him if he just vanished when ( or if ) she found them? As long as they didn’t try to kill him or something it should be totally chill. He was just scared that they were going to be those really nice people and they’d invite him to come with them because declining them would be totally awkward and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for that. He didn’t do well with awkward.

       The boy reached into his bag, pulling out a pack of cigarettes with a lighter, putting one into his mouth before igniting the end. His head turned to the side, blowing the smoke away from her, and then his attention was returned to the fire before them. He noticed she was shifting closer to him, and he couldn’t really figure out why, but he figured it had something with the fact he hadn’t offered her a smoke. “— You want a cigarette or something? I can’t give a shit ton of hand outs, man. There are only few places to find cigarettes anymore, and I have a feeling by the time I’m dead I’ll have smoked through an entire world of them unless we find a cigarette making place that still runs.” When she didn’t answer he turned his head, noticing how she was inches from him; she was definitely close enough that he could feel her warm breath against his, and he could see the white, crisp air leaving her mouth through the cold air. He didn’t know what it was about her; the way she was looking at him, the way she was so close, but she wanted something, didn’t she? Maybe she was just fed up with all the bullshit that he was fed up with as well; the bullshit of having to constantly move, never being able to relax, that shit. And maybe she just needed to relax.

                        And he definitely knew how to help with that problem.

       He leaned in, easing in slowly to await her reaction. When it didn’t seem like she was going to pull a gun on him or quite practically slap him into another dimension, he pressed a light kiss to the corner of her lips. He pulled back slightly, looking over her face before leaning in again, directly pressing their lips together softly, a hand settling on her hip. His mouth traveled down her jaw to her neck, sucking the skin in fluent, firm motions before clamping his teeth around the dirty skin. The boy nipped around her neck, threading his fingers through the back of her hair to pull on it, forcing her head back to gain more access to her neck. He crossed around the front in a semi-circle, moving from the left of her neck to the front then to the right. Biting at her tender flesh, his free hand gripped onto her wrist when he felt her hand go to grab onto him, finally pushing her down to the ground to hold her arms above her head. “If you really want this— I’ll fucking give it to you.”

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".....Hey, you with the face--not you---you, yeah, you. What's up?"

[nodustolens-blog]

I want the K

nsfw kissing meme; 1. neck nibbling.

She is a firecracker, honestly he can’t remember how it got to this point; but he’s pushing her up against the wall, fingers tightening around her wrists and pinning her arms up above her head. Hips are rolling into her own, using his knees to pry apart her legs as hands come down to her hips, hoisting her up and wrapping thin legs around his waist. Before long, his lips are moving to her neck, pressing gentle kisses along her skin; a few more rocks of his hips up against her own and he’ll let out a small groan against soft skin, tongue daring to dart between lips and taste the sweet sting of her arousal against his taste buds. Without so much as a second though, lips curl back and sharpened teeth press into her skin, with enough force to break the surface and allow droplets of claret liquid to fall onto his tongue with a growl.

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❝❞

send in a ❝❞ and my muse will tell you one of the following after a random number generation...

             "did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

[ so. much. sarcasm. ]

[poisepen]

chenaultlemieux replied to your post:So I have like, close to no threads, so I’m...

*twerks towards you*

my bae know i luv the booty

[stoiicall]

"You’re not a monster!"

SEND ME ONE TO SEE HOW MY MUSE REACTS!

        His attention is caught on the hem of her lie claim,        reluctant to do anything else but suspend from it with        childlike wonder. The look he fashions is ambiguous,        taking on both the form of winter and spring. At a first        glance——a cold display of curiosity. And a second        ——a flicker of false hope; a flirtation with the possibility        of summer. But it was that look, and all it’s encryption,        that was the cause in his lowering of the chin and eyes.

                           Acceptance.

                  Now staring at the physical hem of her shirt,                  the boy marvels in the compliment. There’s a                  warmth, though short-lived, that pours itself                  into his spider-webbed heart. Then, a crippling                  sense of self-awareness. 

                                        Such nice words were not meant for boys like him.

                      ❝————……You’re right ❞

                     The admission of his acquiescence                      then takes a dark turn, spoken with                     a flow so casual it could elicit a shiver                     from the warmest of spines. 

                                                       ❝I’m  worse.❞

[thealwaysforgotten]

“A storm is coming.”

                                                    ;    send one for my muse’s reaction.

       What could she possibly mean by that? He knew she had a group before, and if she meant it in the way that they were coming after them or someone was coming after them, then they were going to have a problem. He leaned in, keeping his voice soft but firm, crossbow slung over his shoulder. “You listen me to— I fucking let you in because I thought I might be able to trust you. It’s the two of us. If you’re bringing trouble towards me, you need to go. If you know where your group is, go find them. I’ve been alone basically the whole time, I can keep going on alone. I didn’t come this far just to be killed by a group of morons who can’t stay civilized for more than five fucking seconds.”

       She clearly looked offended, but it was true. Everything he spoke came from knowledge and the instinct to survive. If he would have known she’d be trouble, he would have at least gotten them out of war’s path so they wouldn’t have to worry about a storm. It’s not like he would have just left her on the spot, but they could have at least gotten to some refuge. “You’re either with me or you’re with them, Chen. There’s no other route. We can’t merge, we can’t bond, we can’t do that bullshit. If they outnumber us —” He stopped, shaking his head. Sucking in a deep breath, his fingers ran through his curls, body leaning back. “I don’t care if they’re nice people or not, they’re not going to want me there. I’ve had bad experiences with groups, and I don’t want to feel like I’m watching my back every five seconds. I need something stable, and if stable means i have to be by myself again, then so be it.” He paused, jaw clenching as he glanced from the ground back to the girl.

                                            “So tell me what the fuck is going on.”

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Kidnapping Out of Boredom ||closed||

He wasn't one for kidnapping. If someone had to die, he was going to kill them on the spot, why bother with moving them. But he had been bored. He had needed something to do. He wasn't like Drake who just did things on a whim he planned it. He waited and watched for days before picking his victim. A blonde. Drake would have loved her.

He approached her on the street. "A million dollars to come home with me, yes or no?" He wasn't one for pretense.

[aclutteredspace-blog]

✲

 for every ” ✲ ” i get i’ll confess a turn on.

"Fear."

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   "I killed your mother."