#you sexy bastard

[tinyfishtits]

Bonus 🫠

[arcanetrivia]

oh captain my captain!!! by barnettetcie on Instagram

[banshee-circus]

this motherfucka

[arcanetrivia]

kwistowee: Good grief, how are any of us still alive?! #i don't wike it

idristardis: #he's a menace #a MENACE i tell you

spielingflowers: LIFE ISNT A PHOTOSHOOT COLIN

obsidianfairytale: I think I passed out there for a second

terf-destroyer-inator-5000: #where the fuck did my pants go

...just about everyone: oh captain my captain 😍oops my finger slipped 👉👈 a higher power compelled me to hit the reblog button for science again twice already today because everyone needs to see this

Dangerously sexy, Captain Hook

[flyhighisco]

DCLLLLLLL ITS BEEN SO LONG

[edinburghacademia]

natural as a leg around you in the bedframe

[punklovrgirl23]

Those arms bring me to my knees..TOM, YOURE KILLING ME 🥵😩

[soupandsorcery]

Beaux wakes abruptly, mouth dry, heart in their throat. For a moment, they don't remember where they are, and it's...disorienting. Like being in a mental free fall that has their stomach swooping unpleasantly. The light is odd, which doesn't help. Shifting, rippling, blue-green and eerie. There's something there on the edges of their memory, like a half remembered dream. It wasn't a nightmare, they don't think. There's no gripping fear at the very least.

But there's something...

"Smells like apples and heat. Warm. Wet."

The rasping voice cuts through the bleary half consciousness, and it all comes back to Beaux in a rush. They're in their room at the Lighthouse in a rare moment of down time. And Lucanis—no, that voice is Spite's, isn't it—is standing over their bed.

"Shit," Beaux swears, rolling into a sitting position. Their instinct is to defend themselves, even though they're trying to keep an open mind where Spite is concerned. For Lucanis' sake, if nothing else. Leading by example, so the rest of the team will do the same. They don't reach for a weapon, so that can be compromise enough. "What are you doing in here?"

"Watching." Spite's eyes glow stronger in the dim light, casting their own shadows.

Right. Of course.

"Watching me sleep? That's a new level of creepy, even for you." They rub a hand over their face. "You have to let Lucanis sleep, Spite. And the rest of us too."

"He sleeps. And not interested in the rest," Spite says, leaning closer. "Only you."

Beaux frowns, and really, they're too tired for this conversation. "You're not making any sense right now. Can we do this in the morning?"

"No," Spite says sharply. "He won't let me talk to you in the morning. He's protective." He says it like it's a bad word. "Warns me to keep my distance. He's keeping distance for us both!"

"Can you blame him? Generally chatting with demons isn't the best idea."

"Wouldn't hurt you." Spite makes a face, offended. "Not you."

"I've seen you hurt Lucanis, and you're sharing his body. What makes me so special?"

In a flash, he's even closer, one knee up on the cushion, pressing right up into Beaux's personal space. There's really nowhere for Beaux to go, unless they want to jump over the back of the couch and end up on the floor, and they feel caught. Pinned. Staring into those glowing purple eyes, set into a face Beaux is coming to know pretty well these days.

But this isn't Lucanis. Lucanis never gets this close.

Sometimes...sometimes Beaux thinks he wants to. Thinks they can see him holding himself back with effort. But it's always on the fringes of their vision, and by the time they turn to look properly, Lucanis is back to his usual restrained self.

It's Lucanis' hand reaching up to touch Beaux's hair now, though. His fingers sifting through, rubbing the silvery strands like they're precious.

"Soft. Warm. Trembling," Spite purrs, and it's a low, deep sound that thrills something deep in Beaux's gut.

"I am not," Beaux breathes. Their heart is pounding in their chest, and they should be pushing Spite away. Should be waking Lucanis up so he can put an end to this.

Only...

Only.

Spite inhales deeply and closes more of the distance. "Want to keep you. Want to taste you."

"Oh. I—"

An annoyed look crosses Spite's face—Lucanis' face—and he pulls away suddenly, leaving Beaux struggling to remember how to breathe.

"He's trying to wake up. Bothersome. Cowardly."

"Be nice to him," Beaux whispers.

Spite says nothing, just turns and leaves as silently as he came, presumably so Lucanis will wake up somewhere else other than Beaux's room.

And Beaux lies awake for hours afterwards, absently touching their hair where Spite touched it, wondering at their lack of disgust for this whole thing.

[thissying]

[on-a-lucky-tide]

I found a post that said it listed x reader for a male reader and clicked on it out of interest, because it had some hot sounding prompts as links. Nope, it was just .GIFs of porn. Literally. Nice one, lads, I almost flashed the granny behind me in the queue someone getting gaped by an XL cock.

[punklovrgirl23]

🥵🥵🥵

Our short king <3

x

[cherryrockpops]

Party with a Rocker

[pedge-page]

I expected this bitch to be a pathetic groveling wreck of man. Why is he even prettier. Patches filled. Hair blow dried and curled to perfection, even darker than before, Clean young lookin mofo out here starting a skin care routine now. Fuck him.

[dmhunk]

I hear voices in my head

They council me

They understand

They talk to me

[arcanetrivia]

tbh that is really not where i am looking, because good god you could cut glass with that jawline.

Behold the chest hair.

[bitethedevil]

I’m too fatherless to ever experience that disgust you feel about someone saying your dad is hot. As a Danish person, I do however feel that foreigners thirsting over Mads Mikkelsen and calling him daddy is the closest I’ll ever get to that feeling.