#liitlewolf

🚿  :    my  muse  accidentally  moans  while  your  muse  washes  their  hair .

@liitlewolf

                  How long had it been since he had  a decent shower? Frankly, he couldn’t remember, even now sitting in a tub with far too much fragrance than he would like, stark naked, his only coverage is the excessive amount of bubbles surrounding him. It felt surreal, his muscles lost their tension and a form of relaxation infiltrated his body. Leaning up against the side of the tub, she began to scrub at his scalp. Bellamy felt his lips part slightly and a soft moan slip past them. The unintentional sound, caused by the first soft touch he had experienced in some time, caused his fingers to quickly go to his lips. As if he could take back the sound that had so unceremoniously interrupted the sloshing of the water. Body covered in scars, cuts and bruises, hardened by all means yet he had never felt so raw and uncovered. “Sorry..” He mumbled, his hand coming to awkwardly rub  the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to- uh..” Fuck. 

                    ‘ BOYS ARE SO OVERRATED. ‘

His eyes laid over the brunette a supposed alpha to her own pack, what should he do? go and pretend she isn’t anyone or just approach letting her know how is the alpha in this small town. “So you are the one I’ve heard of, hearing you like to entangle yourself with taken partners.” Klaus spoke he knew of her from Caroline upset Hayley had been close to his successful hybrid.

WELCOME BACK!!!!

@liitlewolf​ said: “Against the wall” 

Send “Against the wall” to pin my muse against a wall or any other solid object seductively

                Fingers pressed against his wrists, sweat gathering on his brow as his eyes cast downward to inspect the cause of his predicament. Skin grew hot, as she dug her nails into his tendons. Letting out a breath, one he was unaware he had been holding, he easily assessed the tightness of her grip, and came to the quick conclusion he could free himself, if called for. For now, however, leaning downward his dark hair hung over his eyes, brows furrowing together as a slight smirk slipped unto his lips. 

                                                        “What is it you exactly want from me?”