— WRITER IN THE DARK

i thought that i was DREAMING when you said you LOVED me, the start of nothing i had no chance to prepare, i couldn't see you coming. the start of nothing , i could hate you now it's quite alright to hate me now when we both know that deep down the feeling still deep down, is good.

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25 Days of Harry || Day 14: Body appreciation: hands

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decadentias‌:

 [ open to: m / nb | x | that plot where she gets along more w/ her stpson pls ]

✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ ｢ ♛ ｣  IT’S A MARRIAGE OUT of convenience. Genesis is no saint. She is just like the others: marrying an older man for the benefits. It’s a cruel plan. But then, she doesn’t expect that she’d catch feelings for the son, who’s just around her age. Her decision is starting to backfire on her. Regret slowly settles over her — she knows that she’s damned. Hearing him speak, she snaps out of her daze, a smile adorning her lips. ❝Welcome home.❞ It takes an effort to conceal the nervousness in her voice; as well as the shudder of anticipation coursing through her spine. ❝Ha-have you eaten dinner already?❞ She’s tensed — feeling his presence too strongly.

alek wasn’t stupid; he was a lot of things, maybe impatient, maybe slightly naive at times, but not stupid. so, when his dad comes home with the hottest girl he had seen in ages, to say he was skeptical would be the world’s biggest understatement. he knows she’ll come and go like the rest of them, so what has he got to lose? “oh-- uh, hey. thanks,” he breathed, keys and phone in hands as he walked hastily into the home. he looks her up and down, “nah, was gonna pick something up later. car was running out of gas, so.” he says conversationally, setting his keys down and shoving his phone into his pocket. hands interlock politely before him, taking a few steps closer to her. “where’s dad?”

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hxtties‌:

“there’s m’girl. c’mere.” the blonde extended a finger to beckon the smaller woman closer while taking a sip from her glass. that would explain where she was. amber figured that anna was getting changed into the rather sweet looking lingerie she had on. so she could consider that a surprise of sorts. good on her there. amber was going to take it upon herself to get herself a closer look, a good feel while she was at it, and then she’d just go from there. but there was going to be plenty of pleasure in store tonight, that was for sure.

anna followed easily, a small smile stretching between dimples as she padded towards the other girl. hands interlock before her politely, standing in front of the blonde, “i think it’s a little tight,” she breathed admittedly, the lingerie was hugging her plush stature, “..do you like it?” pure curiosity and hope glimmering in brown hues.

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cougcr‌:

suggested connections: friend’s son / neighbor / son’s friend. she’s a cougar and basically, i want a plot where he’s young and inexperienced and she’s a bored housewife. she’s so curious about how he reacts to her and it’s exciting when he cums quickly and she’s so reassuring that it’s okay but she wants to continue to toy around with him .

female is perched upon her couch, watching the boy as he speaks; he’s sat up straight, unsure of his words –– doesn’t understand why until she notes the way his hands are hovering over his crotch, shielding the thick bulge she can see beneath his pants. gaze lifts to the features before her, soft, reassuring smile perched upon painted brims; ‘ it’s okay, it’s only natural for boys your age to get spontaneously hard; it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. ’ wonders if it happens often, presumes so; presumes his nights are mainly spent with his own hand wrapped around his cock, cumming in splatters across his stomach –– can’t help but imagine what he tastes like, what it’d be like to clean off his cock of every remnant of cum. prompted by pure carnal desire, she nears the other; seating herself directly beside him on the smaller couch  ––  ‘ you just relax, let me ease some of the pressure, okay ? i don’t want you driving home in such a state, it really wouldn’t be safe. ’  redhead’s digits made little work of his zipper, the button forced through the hole in no time; her desperation to see the young cock was almost overwhelming  ––  soft noise of delight passing her lips as she eased him out from his boxers. marvels in the way it twitches beneath her touch, wonders if anyone  ––  if any of those high school girls have played with him like this; was fully intending on milking him dry and letting him go home.

being in her presence was like uplifting a heavy, somewhat unpredictable force. the uncertainty was intoxicating, alek felt like he’d give up everything right there on that couch, if she had only asked. he was an inexperienced thing, didn’t get around much -- not because he couldn’t, lord knows he’s had his fair share of boys and girls throwing themselves at him, which was all fine and good, he just.. didn’t. didn’t have the time, was always preoccupied and never quite interested in the hormonal driven dry humping of the young adults around him. this woman, though, had a strange calm about her, and something about it was all alluring. his mouth drops open at her bluntness.. had he really been so obvious? “oh -- um, uh, i--” his hands fully cover his crotch now, and he sits up in an attempt to make it seem like a fold in his jeans rather than a pitched tent beneath. 

there’s a shiver down his spine when she’s sat next to him, he can only look at her in awe, gaping like a deer in headlights, “o.. kay. okay, yeah,” he eases himself into agreement, nodding sheepishly. he leans back against the couch and just watches. watches how her hands move, ease him out of his restraints with so much intent he might come just from that. a groan emits from him just at the sight of his own cock, “i’m-- wait, shit-- i’ll come. hold on,” he’s flaming red and ashamed to be so.. disappointing, premature. 

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honestly dying to rp somethin smutty against an emma roberts fc (cuz she’s my og wifey)

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bcbyhcney‌:

           “ because “ rosaline swallowed thickly, turning the side of her face against the soft sheets of him bed as she tried her hardest to get comfortable. “ ‘cause i let him flirt with me all night “

a tsk sound can be heard from derek, and driven hands come down to SMACK the meat of her bum in two quick strikes. “and what have y’learned from this?” he rubs gently at the redness of her arse before smacking again, “..tell daddy what y’r not gonna do again.”

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droppingpetals‌:

he doesn’t think he’s able to shrug the grin off his face anytime soon.  laughter bubbles from his pink lips ,  little crow’s feet appearing by the corners of his eyes and he trails his own hands up derek’s shoulders ,  then wrapping his arms around his neck loosely.    catching his lower lip between his teeth ,  flynn’s gaze is shifting between his lover’s lips and his eyes when he’s pulled from derek’s jaw  ( he can’t quite decide if he wants to stare at his lips or GET LOST in his eyes ).  he wonders if there will ever be a time when the other fails to make him all giddy and warm inside ,  fails to make his cheeks turn red from just ALL THE COMPLIMENTS he’s showered with.  a small noise of protest  ( at the words )  is swallowed back down when derek’s lips press against his own ,  flynn’s fingers dipping into his hair and he rises up to his tiptoes ,  pressing against him more firmly.  the love he holds in his heart for this man is poured into the kiss ,  his tongue peeking out to slide across derek’s bottom lip to ask for access.

seeing his lover smile means more to him than the matches, the money -- any of it. it’s a wonderful reminder of all the great things he has in life, and how they’re all wrapped up in one beautiful boy with blue eyes and a heart bigger than anything outside the walls of their home. he can feel flynn asking to come inside, so derek’s mouth is left agape in response, head tilting to the side to deepen their kiss. meanwhile, derek’s hands find the boy’s plush bum again, his index finger of one sliding easily between the shower coated cheeks there, teasing and rubbing over his tightest spot aimlessly. derek pulls away to breathe but stays close to his lover’s mouth, “..you’ve got me all worked up, baby.”

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ecdgame‌:

Compared to his ex the man before him was so much better that was for sure. “Hi daddy.” Mason replies as he walks over toward the man. He happily snuggles up to him, though he doesn’t let his stuffed animal get dropped in the process so he just hugs him with one arm as he buries his face into his chest.

derek lets out a soft sigh as he pulls his boy closer, arms wrapping around his smaller frame easily. “did y’have a good day without your daddy here, baby?” he asks, before wrapping an arm around his shoulders and walking them both towards the couch. derek lets go and takes a seat, patting his lap expectantly, “were you a good boy?”

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ecdgame‌:

Open to: m/nb (Tops/Versatile)

Mason walked into the room with his stuffed animal by his side as per usual. It was very rare that he parted with it. Only really parted with it when he was out with public. Knowing that as a grown man he’d be made fun of for walking around with a stuffed animal. “You’re home.” Mason said as he noticed a familiar figure standing in the door way as he sends them that one hundred watt smile of his.

as soon as the boy came into view, a warm smile spread between dimples. his demeanor changed just as he saw him, melts into something more relaxed rather than the tense, angry man the rest of the world gets. he drops his case and keys on the counter, “hey, baby.” he says lowly, opening his arms expectantly.

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anyone interested in doing a dom/sub f/f relationship smut thread?

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droppingpetals‌:

he swears it’s just the hot water causing his cheeks to heat up  ;  not the way derek’s hands are cupping the plush swells of his ass and squeezing the flesh.  he smiles into his skin ,  kisses over it and tries to press closer  ( while still having half the mind to be CAREFUL ).    ❛  bold of you to say all these nice things about me while groping my ass …  ❜    flynn hums ,  his tone teasing as he nips at his lover’s jawline gently and squeezes at his biceps.    ❛  —  one might think you’ve got some ULTERIOR MOTIVES hiding behind those sweet words …  ❜    only joking ,  he giggles but still pushes back at the hands squeezing at his bottom.

a laugh erupts from derek, light and admitting, “alright, y’got me.” tight close-lipped smile spreads as his head tilts, easily accepting flynn’s sweet kisses. “..c’mon, you know i’ll seize any and every chance to stick it in.” it’s only a JOKE -- and he hopes his lover knows he means every single ounce of weight his caring words hold. one hand slides up to hold the boy’s waist, one still lying flat against the flesh of his bottom, holding him possessively. “can you blame me?  look at’you, baby.” he starts, gently pulling the boy from his jaw and giving him a quick look up and down, “y’r the hottest fuckin’ boy this piece a’ shit world has ever seen.” and with that he captures the smaller boy’s lips with his own, strong and meaningful in the way he leans in.

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droppingpetals‌:

a content sigh slips from his lips when he’s pulled close under the hot stream of water ,  a shiver raking up his spine as the water falls over the both of them  ( and as he feels derek’s lips pressing against the sensitive skin of his neck ).  for a second ,  he forgets all about the possible bruises and other injuries his lover might have  —  only craning his neck to give him BETTER ACCESS and more room for his lips to explore ,  eyes falling shut.  his own hands ghost over derek’s sides ,  keeping his touches feathery soft and he’s smiling  ;  happy and content for just that moment.    ❛  you think TOO HIGHLY OF ME—  ❜    flynn breathes out ,  soft and sweet ,  eyes opening and his lips press a kiss to the man’s collarbone.  he leaves a trail of kisses over the bone and his upper chest and brings his hands up to grasp at derek’s biceps ,  only then tilting his face towards his and nuzzling into his jaw.    ❛  but ‘s nice though.  makes ME feel nice that at least someone thinks of such lovely things of me.  ❜

the boy’s delicate voice, silk soft is heard over the consistent hiss of the water stream, creating a lovely plethora of white noise, aiding derek in some way and he never wants it to end. hands slink down to the swell of the boy’s bum, squeezing gently as they spoke, a loose smirk playing at his lips before he lifts up from his neck, groaning as his lover’s mouth is busy on his own skin. “you deserve everything, anything,” he admits, lost in his love for the boy, the purest thing someone like derek could ever feel, “..’nd i wont stop sayin’ it ‘til you feel the same. ‘til y’know that,” 

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hxtties‌:

(open to f, connection: sugar baby)

“I assume you’ve got a surprise for me lined up cause I’m not seeing you anywhere. You know I want to see you waiting for me first thing when I get home.” Amber called out, loud enough for her voice to be heard throughout her large penthouse while the blonde immediately went to where she stashed her alcohol so she could pour herself a drink. “And if you don’t then at least be wet and ready for me. Cause Momma wants something good to eat and if you’ve been a good girl, you’ll get something to.”

anna came out sheepishly in her robe, just the tone of the other woman’s voice sending chills down her spin, filling up the core of her being. red hair tucked behind her ears, brows gently furrowed as she came into view, drinking up the sight of her superior. she twiddles her fingers nervously, clearing her throat to get the other woman’s attention, “i’m sorry, miss. i-- i didn’t hear you come in,” delicate voice spoke, before dropping her robe to the floor, revealing her plush figure and shy demeanor engulfed in pink lace lingerie. 

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droppingpetals‌:

the clothes are thrown into the hamper by the corner and just like derek ,  he’s shameless in the way he takes in the sight of his lover’s naked body.  with the words ,  another wave of heat rushes to flynn’s cheeks and dusts them with a cotton candy-like color and the boy huffs out a snort through his nose  ( all paired up with a fond shake of his head ).  he doesn’t think he’s ever going to really understand what a hunk like derek sees in someone like HIM.  yet he refuses to question it.    ❛  STOP THAT … hot ,  please.  ❜    flynn tells him and takes his hand ,  moving over to the shower with the taller male as he shoots him another cheeky grin.    ❛  —  if it’s not as hot as you ,  i don’t want it.  ❜

he can only smile as his lover flushes in a familiar way, and derek’s so smitten with him that the version of himself that existed before flynn would be disgusted. with a slow nod, derek adjusts the water temperature accordingly, only to step inside below the stream not a moment later, taking the smaller boy with him. the first thing he does, however, is not a bathing necessity. he spins around his boy, until they were facing each other, and runs a gentle (still bandaged) hand through the feathery softness of his fringe. then, leans down to press a few wet kisses to his neck, because, well, how could he not? “you’re a revelation, babe.” he sighs into the skin he finds at the scoop of the boy’s neck, shower steam already heating up the air around them, hands finding their way to settle on the boy’s hips. 

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droppingpetals‌:

he almost reaches for the male when he’s pulling away too soon for his liking ,  managing to swallow the whimper of protest that threatened to slip past his lips.  he turns around to watch as derek moves towards the bathroom and the smile on his lips only widens at the  ( more or less )  invitation.    ❛  GUESS I KINDA HAVE TO JOIN YOU THEN.  ❜    he shoots back with a cheeky tone ,  shrugging his shoulders before following in the other’s footsteps.  the argument is already long forgotten in his mind and he’s feeling a little better  ( derek’s touch and soothing words seemed to work like A MIRACLE ).    ❛  but only because it saves water n’ like you said ,  someone’s gotta clean you up.  ❜    the words are paired with a little wink that’s shot in the male’s way as flynn slips past him into the bathroom and already begins to undress himself.

not even a slight attempt at subtly in derek’s gaze -- which slides down the curvature of this boy, who had stuck around for some reason, and he’s only left feeling a bit undeserving of him and even his willingness to clean him up after a long, hard day (but he wont question it any further in fear of jinxing anything he’s got). soon the man is completely undressed, turning on the shower and looking past his shoulder at the smaller boy, “hot or warm?” is inquired, whilst he holds out a hand for the other’s taking if he felt so inclined. “..the water, i mean. ‘cuz obviously, well, you’re hot already, baby.”

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droppingpetals‌:

he has always been told that his kindness was a good thing ,  it was good that he cared so much and so loudly because it seemed to be a rarity these days  —  but sometimes flynn himself couldn’t help wondering if he cared too much.  especially with derek ,  he wondered if he cares TOO MUCH and TOO SOON ,  fearing that one day the man might find his worry and love too suffocating.  the boy could only pray that it’d never come to that while trying to keep the overwhelming concern for him under wraps.    ❛  you deserve SOME LOVE in your life too.  ❜    he sniffles back and a soft whimper tumbles from his lips at the kiss to his cheek.  the words prompt the tiniest hint of a smile to ghost over his lips ,  nodding his head in agreement.  he’d drag derek’s ass to hell if anything ever happened to him.

then the hint of a smile curls into an actual smile and a soft tint of pink dusts over his cheeks ,  eyes dropping down as if to hide.    ❛  STOP IT …  ❜    flynn mumbles ,  head now ducking down before he’s burying his face into derek’s chest.  the man reeks of sweat and hard work ,  faintly of blood even.  he only stays there for a moment ,  then pulling away and tilting his head back ,  now smiling up at him through the last of his sniffles.    ❛  i like it dirty ,  just not BLOODY.  besides ,  you need a bath … you smell.  ❜

smile grows wider and derek can only nod in defeat, “alright, alright..” he breathes, wasting no time in brushing gently past his lover and towards the bathroom, peeling off his shirt during. he looks back to flynn, garment in hand, “you’re not gonna make me shower alone, are you? some of my stink must’ve rubbed on you already,” he says, opening the bathroom door and flicking on the light easily as his eyes never quite leave the other boy. “safest that we do it together, if y’ask me. plus, no one can wash my back like you can. you’ve got magic hands,”

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it’s hella late but anyone wanna do some smutty one liners back n forth?