#tobeblamed

*      ―    ﴾  𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴  ﴿ // still accepting ( @tobeblamed )

She'll be scratching his name off the list

"Did Sarah make you do this?"

Honestly she doesn't care if she did or not. It's still sweet. So with a small smirk she blew out the lighter.

"Maybe some day we can be friends."

✉️ ➡ @tobeblamed, will i ever be good enough?

a concerned frown forms upon her clear forehead, taken aback by dean's random yet heavy emotional dilemma: maybe this was the whisky talking, but lana liked to pride herself in thinking she knew him well enough to know her gut instinct was right. it wasn't just the whisky talking. the brunette sat down on the bar stool next to him, compassion oozing out of her warm gaze, and with a voice sweet like dripping honey, she answers, ❝ you already are, dean. ❞ a soft, genuine smile lingers as she examines his sculptured features, friendly interest motivating her to dig deeper, ❝ where's this coming from? you know you can tell me, right? whatever it is, i'll listen. ❞

meme status: accepting. meme source: uknown.

❝ oh, am i losing my grip, lover? ❞ abaddon took it for the challenge that it was. dean should've known better. the hold she has on his chin tightens. she could snap his jaw clean off his skull without breaking a sweat. but then again, that would just ruin his pretty face, wouldn't it? abaddon didn't want that. she lets go of his chin so she could tug on his hair instead, forcing it backwards to expose his neck.

abaddon shushes him like one might a child as he makes noises. her grip must hurt quite a bit. ❝ be a good boy now. ❞ pulling a knife out of seemingly thin air, she holds him as still as she can, as she starts carving something on the side of his neck. a cursive A. a wicked grin spreads across her face, as the blood dripped down his tanned skin. she licked her lips. he kept struggling. silly thing. ❝ oh, hold still, or i will hold you down. and you won't like that. ❞ she pushed him down with force, climbing on top of him. she's hovering over his chest, as she carves the Ds next. she takes her time, knowing each brush of the blade on his skin must sting. ❝ dear satan, that's fuckin' hot. ❞

she's branding him like a toy.