#ofmanyworlds

"Course I have, why?" There was a smirk on his face as he moved around the flat. He still wasn't certain what this kid wanted but at least he wasn't asking the sorts of questions that would make him rethink the strange friendship they had. This kid seemed to have a way with the shadowhunters that he found useful and sometime soon he just might use him to find the artefact he'd been hired to liberate. Unfortunately, it wasn't going to be easy but with how innocent this one seemed to be? They wouldn't think the worst of him. Which was why Eames had no problem befriending him with the intention of using him in the future. That was how his life worked; befriend, use and disappear. It was better this way and throwing on a shirt, he turned to smirk at the other again. "Got a problem with seeing someone waltz around their flat shirtless?"

LYRIC STARTER CALL -- bye bye bye / i want it that way ||  @ofmanyworlds

✉ » [ frank ] It is cooler than central perk. I give you that. And eww, so didn’t need that mental image! But we could have gone to Joe’s. There at least the coffee tastes like coffee. And about 90% of all college students go there instead of Starbucks. You’ve got much to learn, stick with me and you’ll be a true New Yorker one day soon. 

“Is that a bad thing? I personally don’t think I’m that bad to wake up to”

         “Squiiiirt.” Cooper mumbled as he heard the noise fill his ears at such an early hour in the morning. The light of the room filling his brain with instant pain as he rolled onto his stomach and pressed his face into his pillow. “What is it this time?” The man mumbled against his pillow as he laid there, instantly slumping back down into his bed and almost falling right back asleep.

                                                   ❝jace…’ alec fought it as his eyes weighed closed at the touch of the mouth on his throat, lips parting and face flushing with the sudden tremor of pleasure. his back arched softly on the wall, and his fingers curled on jace’s blonde hair against his better judgement. ‘we… we’ll get caught.’ he groaned, forcing his eyes open to watch over jace’s shoulder. the hallway was deserted, for now, but alec’s heart was racing, pumping his skin under jace’s exploring lips. jace’s tongue touched his skin and alec’s knees weakened as he grabbed himself tighter onto jace’s broad shoulders. jace seemed determined to make every single little mark magnus had left on him, darker, and alec wasn’t sure he could survive this. his grip grew tighter. if jace didn’t quit this, alec was going to fuck the lights out of him, right there on that wall.