Aiden Rookwood.

Swear to god, I’m not ever gonna repent.

[Aiden Rookwood. @TemptingInferno]

“ 𝕺𝖓𝖑𝖞 trust a demon if he’s telling you a 𝖑𝖎𝖊. “

↳ Aiden Rookwood
• Fandomless original character.
• Demon.
• Partnered with @NefariousSadist
• Established: 2012

Looking for secondary storylines and some good writers/characters to follow.

[Aiden Rookwood. @TemptingInferno]

@NefariousSadist — realised, Aiden’s initial “What do you mean, it hasn’t been that lo–...” fading off with the realisation.

He hadn’t slept much over the course of wrangling deals, so the days, he supposes, must have sort of blended together.

“Wow, hm... I really lost track of time, hey.”

[Aiden Rookwood. @TemptingInferno]

𝐒tiff shoulders creak as they roll back, an exhausted groan rising from the demon as if freed from his chest by the loosening of his tie, and shedding of his suit jacket. How did @NefariousSadist do this all the time? Work, look presentable, be a professional...

It's been —

[Aiden Rookwood. @TemptingInferno]

@NefariousSadist A weighty moment catches itself in the silence that follows Christian’s remark as the demon blinks, looks at his arm as if to check a watch and then reshuffles himself to slip his phone out of his pocket and glance at the date.

Ok, maybe it’d been even longer than Aiden had —

[Aiden Rookwood. @TemptingInferno]

— particular time.

But its a long process, and Aiden knows he's been away too long as he returns, kicking open the door and finally shedding the tailored suit he got from @NefariousSadist on one occasion or another.

"Chris, you around? Goddamn how do you do this all the time.."

[Aiden Rookwood. @TemptingInferno]

— real desire to damn more folks to hell and bolster the number of folks who might come back to kill him one day. He doesn't ask for much, usually a favour, something he can keep in his pocket -- a get out of jail free card for whatever he needs at whatever — ( @NefariousSadist )

[Aiden Rookwood. @TemptingInferno]

@NefariousSadist — the opportunity when you’re already right here and not wearing anything, the hardest part is already done for me.”

[Aiden Rookwood. @TemptingInferno]

@NefariousSadist “Mm...” Aiden delays his response to steal another kiss, chasing Chris’ mouth to taste the salt-sweet of his lips – “I thought about it...” – the demon pauses to lick the palm of his hand and finds the warmth of Christian’s cock to stroke lazily as he continues, “But why waste —

[Aiden Rookwood. @TemptingInferno]

@NefariousSadist — hands move to firmly grip his thighs and lift Chris so he’s sitting on the marble benchtop, Aiden standing between his legs. Fingertips skim up, stopping at Chris’ lower back and skirting back around to his waist with the barest nick of sharpening nails against warm skin.

[Aiden Rookwood. @TemptingInferno]

@NefariousSadist Breathless, Aiden smiles wryly and shakes his head, “You diss my cooking and still expect sex.. Unbelievable.” His words, however, are a direct opposite to his actions as Aiden presses closer to Christian, sneaking a quick kiss to where his neck and shoulder meet as the demon’s —

[Aiden Rookwood. @TemptingInferno]

@NefariousSadist — him again, to drown in the warmth, taste, touch of him.

[Aiden Rookwood. @TemptingInferno]

@NefariousSadist The warmth of his hands pressed to Aiden’s chest and the way Chris’ voice catches breathy on kiss reddened lips has the demon’s heart racing – he’s sure Christian can feel it.

“Enlighten me,” comes the demon’s response, grip tightening just slightly in his hair, aching to kiss —

[Aiden Rookwood. @TemptingInferno]

@NefariousSadist — other man’s appetites is suddenly the only way to describe the way the demon wants to smother himself in Christian. Even just in those easy domestic moments of laughter and love. He’ll never have enough.

[Aiden Rookwood. @TemptingInferno]

@NefariousSadist Aiden offers another musing hum as his only response before properly catching Christian’s mouth in a kiss, fingers of one hand already moved from high on Chris’ thighs to tangle into the bed-messed tangles of his hair and draw him closer.

Insatiable, the word he’d used for the —

[Aiden Rookwood. @TemptingInferno]

@NefariousSadist Licking stray syrup from his lips, the demon grins wolfishly and slips his hands up the side of Christian’s thighs with an amused hum, “I don’t think I’d go so far as to say we’ve ever had a seductive thought, in this godly household.”

[Aiden Rookwood. @TemptingInferno]

@NefariousSadist “Hmm... you’re right, its a little too 30 AD.”

[Aiden Rookwood. @TemptingInferno]

“Whatta’ya think, @NefariousSadist? Grow out the beard?” https://t.co/PJ84ddFZZk

[The Hammer, a true story @HammerTrueStory]

Doc, played by @JacksonRathbone - spent 27 years in prison. Many times it is kill or be killed. Doc says in the film, "The worst things I ever did in my life were in here." It was also behind bars that Doc had an awakening that will burst your heart open. #heartbabymovie

[Aiden Rookwood. @TemptingInferno]

@NefariousSadist Shoving the rest of the pancake in his mouth, Aiden speaks through the mouthful of breakfast, waggling his brows as he does, “Oh, and I’m not even trying to seduce you yet, ba–”

He cuts himself off, choking for a moment on the excessive amount of pancake he’s swallowing. Smooth.

[Aiden Rookwood. @TemptingInferno]

@NefariousSadist “Jesus loves me, this I know...” The demon singsongs with a chuckle, one hand resting on Christian’s hip as he uses the other to roll up a pancake and promptly stff half in his mouth, dribbling syrup out the end of the pancake-tube. “These are great, aren’t you lucky to have me.”

[Aiden Rookwood. @TemptingInferno]

@NefariousSadist — the countertop before Aiden has pressed a tender kiss to Chris’ mouth. No rush, no jokes, no innuendo, just love, warmth, comfort like no other comfort he’s ever known. “Yeah, you too, Christian.”

[Aiden Rookwood. @TemptingInferno]

@NefariousSadist “Pancakes are that good, huh?” Warm eyes, a striking contrast to his previous teasing oil slick, flash in Christ’s direction, slipping the last few pancakes onto a plate before switching off the stove and crossing the kitchen to where Christian is. The plate has barely touched —