𝗚𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗛.

⠀ 𝗛𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥 ⁰⁹⁸┃ ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯▯▯ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀
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[𝗚𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗛. @flaythehunter]

https://t.co/b1ld6KcOhK

[* 𝖺 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝗈𝖿 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙴 . @gaugethehunter]

⠀
* 𝚒. 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍
𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖽𝗎𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝚃𝙾𝙳𝙰𝚈
𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝙷𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗒 .
⠀

[‍ * ‍ 𝚜𝚘 ‍𝓒𖦹𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐈͟𝐎𝐔𝐒 ‍ . @venemousfangs]

⠀
* 𝐢. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖕𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾
𝖈𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌
𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖒𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀
𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 .
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[*‍ ‍ 𝕭𝐔𝐑𝐍 ‍ ᵗʰᵉ ‍‍ 𝑤𝑖𝑡͟𝑐͟𝘩 ‍ .ᐟ @burntodust]

⠀
࿐ྂ 𝗂 𝖑𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖘𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝗈𝖿 𝖌𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞
𝗂 𝖑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖒𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝗍𝗈 𝖙𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖍𝐞𝐚𝐭
𝗂'𝗏𝖾 𝖆𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖕𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖋𝐢𝐫𝐞 .
⠀

[* QUEEN’S EXECUTIONER .ᐟ @OFDRAGONlSM]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀“ 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾. “

┈┈ ♱ ┈┈
⠀ ⠀ edward kenway.
privateer, pirate, assassin. the silent, ⠀ the deadly, the captain.

❖ ━─┈ thane of beowulf.

[ً @kreophagos]

a devouring hunger, a complete, violent passion, like a storm.

[𝗚𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗛. @flaythehunter]

— uniform bunched over his wrists as it dragged up her legs to her waist. His mouth rested open over hers, the heft of his breath more than obvious in the sudden silence. Fingers sank beyond the band of sheer fabric and impatiently slid downward.

[𝗚𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗛. @flaythehunter]

Fleeting moments in time; snapshots in his head. Each one a microscopic step closer, but never enough. If he stitched them all together, they were the same. Agonizingly, never quite reaching a zenith.

The growing frustration was crippling. He’d seek out ways to relieve —

[𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟒𝟖. @undercoverprey]

There'd been so many times they had gotten close to this moment but it never happened. The day in the closet, when his hand had managed to travel at her thigh, ready to explore. Another time, where they had their heated moment outside and then the boiler room too. When she had +

[𝗚𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗛. @flaythehunter]

— starched white fabric. The soft warmth of bare skin was a shock. Tongues of heat crept up his arms through his fingertips and tightened in his broad shoulders like steel coils. Being kept in a cell for months on end, physical touch was almost foreign to him now.

Her —

[𝗚𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗛. @flaythehunter]

— chest, his hands loosened and navigated downward, over fabric to the edge of her dress.

[𝗚𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗛. @flaythehunter]

It was as if no had time had passed. Like they were picking up exactly where they’d left off. He expected resistance, panic or fear— for her to run away like she always did. This time it was different. The strain too much. The burden too heavy. She wilted into him, as if —

[𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟒𝟖. @undercoverprey]

True. She'd seen some prey's fight. God, she remembered a time where that beautiul painted image the world created had glitched in front of her eyes. A woman in the audience of the threatre, clapping and smiling - happy to watch her son and a stunning woman dance on the stage.+

[𝗚𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗛. @flaythehunter]

— unaware of the occupants messily stumbling around in its dark.

Finally, and rather clumsily, they approached the brick of the far wall and Flay, unintentionally rough with impatience, pressed her back into the cool damp slabs of aged shale. Releasing a breath swollen in his —

[* ‍ 𝕯𝐄𝐌𖦹𝐍 ‍ 𝑜𝒻 ‍ 𝓒𝑹𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮 ‍ . @chaoscravings]

https://t.co/9YmssgE6xc

[𝗚𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗛. @flaythehunter]

— forward, pushed against her, desperate to soothe the ache between them but unsure of how to do so. It felt urgent — like he needed to be a part of her before she ran away again. Before he was alone in that cell, merely imagining exactly what they were doing now.

[𝗚𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗛. @flaythehunter]

If she kept thinking that way, she 𝒘𝒂𝒔 going to fail. She’s prey. Survival should come easily to her. Did she think all prey went down easily? Hardly.

The moment seemed to hang on forever. Agony. Uncertainty. An eternity passed between them, until her lips were suddenly —

[𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟒𝟖. @undercoverprey]

And really, she had no right to be here. She was bound to fail. This place was designed for her to fail.

God - his mouth was so close to hers. So close that she could feel his warm breath hit her skin. The answer was exactly what she wanted and her hues traveled up, locking to +

[𝗚𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗛. @flaythehunter]

— frenzy.

Hungrily, he lunged into her, his hand taut around her neck. She wasn’t going anywhere. Not this time. A soft groan of approval hummed through him, vibrating into her lips. Staggering forward, his spare hand lifted, and held tightly to her jaw. He pulled her —