nyxtaylor:

You’re asking me to give away my baby.

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No, I’m asking you what the price for your baby is, there’s a difference.

fuckedbydemons:

Well, you kinda started it by implying I liked getting pissed on. I don’t really have a safe word. I’ve never been in a situation that called for one.

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I’m at fault. Sorry, Salt. My apologies.

Just as long as your safe word isn’t my son, I think we’re good.

fuckedbydemons:

Trying out an impression of my dad there? I think that sounds more like something my brother would say, though…

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Keep Julian out of your mouth, mate.

nyxtaylor:

You can’t have Outlaw. He’s all mine.

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Didn’t you ever learn to share?

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You sound like you’re five.

fuckedbydemons:

Oh yeah, my safe word is Julian. Takes me right out of the moment.

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…you fucking bastard.

fuckedbydemons:

I’m used to being pissed on, but not in that way. Jesus Christ.

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Oh I didn’t know you had boundaries.

Do you have a safe word as well?

nyxtaylor:

Me too. It made me want to adopt one, but I already have one.

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Too bad we can’t have them all.

Is your dog for sale?

How much for your dog?

fuckedbydemons:

Well in that case, check me out all you want. You know how down I am for sports.

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Let me guess, watersports is your thing? 

I’m afraid that’s the only “sport” I could see you indulging in, Salt.

fuckedbydemons:

Why are you taking notes about my body?

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For obvious reasons of course, I want you on my rugby team.