#darklodge

kills  the  engine  and  steps  out  into  the  cool  night  air. boots  crunching  against  the  gravel  with  a  heavy,  rhythmic  gravity  that  feels  like  a  warning.  ignores  the  frantic  look  on  her  face  and  the  way  she’s  clutching  her  phone  like  a  lifeline. gaze  fixed  instead  on  the  hunk  of  metal  bleeding  steam  onto  his  blacktop.  “ i  don't  care  how  you  move  that  car,  sweetheart,  but  you’re  on  my  time  now, ”  growls,  his  southern  drawl  thick  and  pissed. carrying  the  weight  of  a  man  who  has  long  since  run  out  of  patience  for  the  world’s  inconveniences.  steps  closer  until  the  heat  from  the  dying  engine  rolls  off  the  hood  and  brushes  against  his  skin. pulse  a  steady,  aggressive  thrum  against  his  ribs.  “ either  you  push  that  heap  into  the  ditch  yourself,  or  i’m  gonna  run  right  over  it and  you  along  with  it. ”

hands clutch at her chest as she lays eyes upon the other , gasping for breath as she lets out a soft laugh . ' jesus , you scared me ! ' hands reach for their shoulders , head shaking as she allows her heart to settle again . ' what is this ? ' looks them up and down , playfully pushing them further away . ' oh , you gonna kill me , huh ? — are you the real killer and i'm all alone now ? ' / @darklodge , based

     ❛ i didn't take you for someone that enjoyed this kind of crowd . . . guess you keep provin' me wrong. ❜

good enough. he’s always been told the opposite—that he will never be good enough for anyone, and for rex to hear those words form nick, he feels torn. nick is everything that he could’ve ever dreamed of, but he doesn’t want to drag the older down in any way. “that’s a first,” he says with a soft chuckle before he pauses, averting his gaze as he chews on his bottom lip. “i feel free with you too.” he finally admits with a quiet sigh, “just feel like you’re too good for me.” / continued from here @darklodge <3

@darklodge — continued ♡

they were filming a spicy scene together today and dijah was nervous as hell. she inhaled sharply as she peeled off her robe and climbed into the bed while everyone got set up. she sank her teeth into her lower lip as she watched them walk into the room and took a deep breath. she gave a bashful smile before running her fingers through her hair before laying back against the pillows. she shivered when she felt the cool sheets against her heated flesh. then they were in bed with her and she looked over at them for a moment. "ready?" she asked, her voice trembling a little. god, she felt like a schoolgirl with a crush right now and it was gonna be harder now that they were filming a sex scene.

disbelief. hurt, even. maybe it's annoyance. was his face that generic that she thought he was some random guy on a toothpaste commerical? a toothpaste commerical!? eye twitches slightly, pressing his back against the far counter taking her in. " so that is so unbelievably wrong. i don't think i've even smiled in the past five months. " he adds, unnecessarily, crossing his arms with a huff. " don't hurt my ego like this, " he teasingly begs, a hand resting on his chest.

she  had  underestimated  just  how  his  hands  on  her  would  make  her  feel.  "  you're  making  it  far  too  complicated.  "  didn't  matter  that  she  wanted  her  father  to  find  out,  she  knew  he  would  ...  but  she  also  wasn't  going  to  be  the  one  to  tell  him.  "  so  what  if  he  does  find  out?  what's  the  worse  that  could  happen?  "