Skye Jenkins

✧ ꜱᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪɴɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʟʏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ✧ 𓂃⋆ 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘈𝘪𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘍𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘈𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘵 𓂃⋆ 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 𓂃⋆ 𝘚𝘓’𝘴 & 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 °｡ ꜰᴀᴋᴇ ✩ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ✩ ᴍᴅɴɪ ｡° ↻ ⊹ ♡

@MilcHighClub to stir.] I have a flight in a few hours…do you want to head into the shower with me…?

@MilcHighClub arouse you from your sleep - well, one form of arousal - gently rocking your shoulder to give you time to come around.] Miles? Baby? [My voice low yet with conviction as I continued to gently shake you, whispering against your ear until you began to —

Just now.

I was made to be yours forever. It’s as simple as that. But how I feel about you is anything but simple; not when you consume all of me: mind, body and soul. They’re all yours. They all dance at the sound of your name. @MilcHighClub: My #mcm My man. Mine.

𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦？𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘦.. • Manager of Finnegan’s| Irish Bar • Dark past that likes to be in the present • Fandomless RP|OC • MDNI | NSFW at times • RT’s appreciated

𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬. • Bartender. Agony Uncle to his patrons. • Rebooting Account • LGBTQ+ Ally • OC|RP|MDNI • Not affiliated with Paul Mescal • Any RT’s appreciated

You’ve got forever to make it up to me…

I must have been insane to take so long to admit my real feelings for this stunner. Won’t catch me slipping like that again. I swear. #wcw

—— #mcm —— When you finally opened your heart to me, you unlocked something within mine that I never knew was hidden, or even existed. It’s yours, all of it, every part and all of me along with it.

°｡ ✩°｡ —𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪—｡° ✩ ｡°

@MilcHighClub whisper, yet suggestive in its tone as a slight smirk appears across my lips.] Be with me…If you can..? [Allowing my right hand to trail down your body to take hold of your hand, I entwine our fingers and step back in the direction of my bedroom.]

@MilcHighClub I may be stubborn in nature, but I couldn’t allow you to take the blame, not when I was guilty too. Closing the small gap I had created when inspecting your ribs. My hands splayed upon your pecs, the heat of your body resisting through my palms. I keep my voice low, almost a —