hell is other people.

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[deadfaiths]

#DEADFAITHS                an  independent  multimuse,  exploring  alternative  subcultures,  horror,  gender  and  sexuality.  written  by  nic,  twenty  eight,  she  /  they.

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[deadfaiths]

i have a 3 day weekend coming up…. i hope everyone is excited to see me constantly on the dash

[rhinco]

actually the best ship dynamic is i would kill for you. i would kill anyone who layed a hand on you. please let me kill for you. please let me show my devotion by dirtying my hands, it's the only way i know how. let me destroy anything that hurts you. i've hurt you too. i'm destroying myself.

[deadfaiths]

gentle reminder that i only write with folks 21 and older. thank you

[gnawu]

“open the door.”

[deadfaiths]

i have a 3 day weekend coming up…. i hope everyone is excited to see me constantly on the dash

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to,     @aconites. from,     raven moreno. synopsis:     based on this.

if anyone were to ask raven if she left her bedroom door open on purpose, she may be honest and say yes. her need for them only seems to intensify every time she sees them, and if her plan hasn't worked then, it definitely will now. she's got her hand down her panties, fingers dancing around the edge of her arousal when she locks eyes with a very familiar pair lurking by her door. the devilish grin is already fucked out, her dark hair sprawled over her pillow. "no knocking?" her voice is breathy and teasing, her heart in her throat as they stand before her. "you just gonna stand there?"

[spider-mann]

New/old Stranger Things S4 behind the scenes of Joseph Quinn as Eddie Munson (by sarahhindsgaul on instagram)

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to,     @gotwcird. from,     raven moreno. synopsis:     based on this image.

"brynnie, stop squirming, please." her tone is cool and calm, as usual. she's been trying to practice an eye look that she saw online and somehow managed to convince bryn to let her do it on her. but her girlfriend keeps squinting and shifting underneath her, and raven can't get the preciseness of the liner quite right. not to mention — the shifting and squirming is stirring something dark inside the pit of her stomach. when it happens again, raven sits up on her knees, pelvis hovering over bryn's. "baby."

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to,     @ivygrcws. from,     luca ackermann. synopsis:     luca and oliver have been hooking up casually for months. luca is aware that his feelings for oliver have been growing rapidly and he should stop while he's ahead, but he can't help it.

"did you really think i wouldn't come over?" the question doesn't really require an answer, and luca's too focused on pressing his lips into the soft, tanned skin of oliver's neck to hear the reply. it's mostly teasing, but there wouldn't be a time that luca could ever deny the other of something. unless maybe that something went deeper than what they have now, but he doesn't like to think about it. instead, he has his hands wrapped around oliver's hips as he kisses him, his heart thundering in his chest. "no way i'd say no when you fucking look like this."

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to,     @orb1ter. from,     seb miller. synopsis:     based on this.

it's been a really long time since seb has let something get to him deeply enough where he resorted to violence. not since his father has he ever been so worked up, but he can't help it when it comes to them. especially when someone put their hands on them without asking first. the issue is that now, he feels ashamed. he can't even look them in the eye. when he finally does, he feels the wind get knocked out of him. his knuckles are split open and that feels less painful than what he fears is coming. "'m sorry. fuck, maybe you shouldn't fuckin' — maybe you shouldn't hang around me anymore.

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to,     @tipsys. from,     andy carson. synopsis:     based on this.

"what happened now?" if he's being honest, it doesn't really matter. he's here to give them exactly what they asked for — a good time. there's an annoyance that he tries to hide in his tone, sure, but it comes out all rough. it's fitting for him, really. his gaze is shifty, caught up in rolling a cigarette just so he has something to do with his hands before they begin talking. "he must'a pissed you off real bad this time, huh?"

[ivygrcws]

hart wants this forever, not just for a night. peyton is made up of cosmos and constellations, each curve of muscle like a rare, beautiful comet traveling across the night sky. hart curses as he bottoms out - - he's flush against peyton's body, a passion pulsing between their bodies. peyton feels so good around him, it’s euphoric. and, fuck, he looks good beneath him, too : all flushed and gorgeous. a pang of guilt tugs on his chest as he watches peyton's eyes slam shut, knowing he's the cause behind the discomfort. he finallu lets out the breath he's been holding onto when peyton verbalizes that it's not too much for him. a smile curls onto his lips, "no, you're perfect." hart loops a hand beneath one of peyton's legs, hitching it even higher around his torso. the shift causes a chorus of moans to spill from hart's lips and the realization washes over him - - this isn't sex, no, this is making love. hart's putting everything into this experience for peyton, to show peyton he deserves to be worshipped and loved. and for a man with so many walls, they've come crashing down and he's completely vulnerable with peyton. "i've dreamt of you on my cock like this…so fucking gorgeous, baby." once he's certain that peyton has adjusted, hart pulls back and thrusts back in - - movements slow and needy. fingers dance down the other's jaw, resting against his neck. "pey," hart whines as he sets a steady pace, "god, i've needed you. for so long."

[deadfaiths]

it should be embarrassing, the whine peyton lets out when hart maneuvers his leg and presses deeper inside of him, but it doesn't even cross his mind. the blinding pleasure of witnessing hart like this, moaning and speaking to him like he's worth everything. the words coming from his mouth sound an awful lot like confessions, the heat in peyton's belly swirling to the point that it's almost painful. he wants to tell hart that he's so beautiful, and that the date he went on tonight would have never amounted to anything because all he can think about is blue eyes and curly hair, always. instead of saying those things, the breath is stolen from his lungs anyway with the thrust of hart's hips. he's never felt anything so deep inside of him before, eyes rolling into the back of his head briefly. "oh, god." his hands are still all over hart's body, afraid that he may slip away at any moment. this has to be a dream. his toes curl with the thrusts of the blonde inside of him, soft whimpers coming in short breaths as he tries to keep his gaze on hart. "i-" love you. i love you. i love you. the words are right fucking there, but he can't say them. he won't risk losing the only person he's ever wanted. instead, his hand squeezes hart's bicep before it slides down to wrap around his wrist, of the hand that rests on the side of his face. "please don't stop. never stop."

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to,     anyone. from,     devon campbell-ahn. more info. synopsis:     devon is a single dad and puts his two year old daughter, violet, first. your muse keeps trying to tell him how they feel about him, and even though devon feels the same, he's scared of things getting too serious.

"look, i.. i already told you—" devon can barely get the words out when they're so close to him like this. he breathes them in, his face nuzzled into their neck as they continue to talk about their... situation. their situation that is supposed to just be physical. the way his heart flips whenever they smile at him or treat him like he's something special, however, is something he knows is more than just physical. regardless, he tries to push it down. swallows harshly when he tries to raise his head to look at them. "i told you that i can't— i can't risk anything." he's squirming as he talks, wants so badly to just melt into them and forget that he's protesting against everything. "please, i just want you to touch me. let's not— talk about this right now."

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[ivygrcws]

chest aches from how much he loves peyton. hart pleads with the stars above : please don't let this be the only time i'll ever have him. but when had the fates ever shined upon hart? for so long hart had pined for peyton ; dreamt of making him his boyfriend, of celebrating their love with the world. but these were just dreams. hand delivers slow, taunting strokes as he stares down at peyton with desire flickering in his eyes. the other man is a vision and hart cannot believe he has the chance to behold it all - - the way peyton looks up at him with something unspoken behind those doe eyes. no one has ever looked at hart like this. no one has ever truly seen him. hart's eyes are swimming with love and lust ( a strong, perfect storm ) and he loses himself in peyton's gaze. a soft moan slips through his lips as peyton tightens his hold on hart's body. he can't believe this - - he can't believe they're about to be one. and hopefully they'll never be separated, because this is the man that he adores with everything in him. and then, peyton calls hart 'baby' and he thinks he might explode. "never stop calling me baby," hart whispers, all but begging. loses himself in peyton's plush lips, humming once he hears that peyton is ready. hart's intentionally gentle as he pushes into peyton, a low groan claws its way from his lungs, "o-oh…holy fuck, darling." blue eyes flicker between peyton's expression and where their bodies meet, cursing as he watches himself sink into the other. "so tight for me…" fingers brush across peyton's cheeks before he checks in, "are you alright? is it too much?"

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peyton has only been with another man once. hell, he hasn't been with many people in general, but it's never felt like this. his entire body feels like it's on fire; feels like hart is tending to a flame inside of him that will never go out. the eye contact that they're maintaining is electric, and peyton can see himself spending days lost inside of the blue in hart's eyes. his lower back is damp, nerves still thrumming through him because of just how vulnerable the situation is. how this is the first time hart is seeing all of him. the thought that this may be the first and only time ignites a small panic inside of him. the panic quickly dissolves when hart notices what peyton had called him; suddenly the pet name doesn't seem embarrassing coming from his mouth at all anymore. as soon as hart's tip breaches his entrance, his lips part and brows furrow, a long shaky exhale leaving him with the press of their hips. the stretch is all consuming, peyton's heart in his throat and his eyes squeezing shut momentarily before they're open again and back on hart's face. the heat in his belly swells with the soft touch of fingers to his cheeks, fingers of his own still tangled in golden locks. "n-not too much, hart." it's said as soon as he begins to adjust, fullness knocking the wind out of him all the while. he wants hart inside of him forever, even if it overwhelms him entirely. his thighs are bracketing hart's hips, cock twitching pathetically against his stomach. "s'fucking perfect. you're perfect."

[ivygrcws]

his heart was covered in scars and surrounded by walls. hart never thought he’d let a soul in ; he was much better alone - - a shell of a man who couldn’t infect anyone with his sadness. a man who wouldn’t risk more wounds. but peyton had walked in and brought color back to his life. he’d made hart live for the hope of it all. hart laps up every moan, swallowing them whole and it’s as if they settle in his own lungs. he craves to become one with peyton, god, the noise that leaves his lips is delicious and hart presses a soft kiss to his nose. fingers pull out and push back in, hitting the spot he knows will elicit that delicious noise from peyton once more. hart's eyes flutter closed, groaning as the words 'i need you' echo in his mind and wrap around his body - - causing his cock to twitch. "oh, baby," he murmurs breathlessly, succumbing to every single kiss. hart pulls back to look at peyton, "i need you, too. fuck, i need you. i've needed you since i first laid my eyes on you." the blonde pulls back, running soft fingers over peyton's cheek as a gentle smile curls onto his lips, "you've already made me feel good." he sits on his knees and pours lube into his hand and strokes his cock slowly - - once, two, three times as his eyes fill with animalistic need. gently, he gentlypushes peyton's thighs up to his chest as he hovers over him. "i'm going to go slow, darling…tell me when you're ready," he presses a kiss to peyton's cheek as his tip teases the other's entrance.

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it's the sliver of blue left in hart's eyes that make him breathless. he's touching peyton like he's something to worry about, to care about. no one, not even his own family, have made him feel so loved. there's still the nagging thought in the back of peyton's head that this is all just lust, that there's no way that hart could have wanted him all this time— at least, not in this particular way. not in the way that'll make hart become more than just his best friend. it continues to drift away every time he watches the blond move, dark lidded eyes zoned in on how his cock glistens with the lube and that's when it hits him. his best friend is going to fuck him. the nerves bubble up inside of his chest, but his knees are suddenly pressing into his skin and it becomes just that hard to keep thinking. there's a slightly pathetic look in peyton's eyes as they focus on hart's, one hand in the hair of the nape of his neck and the other gripping his bicep. he shudders slightly at the feeling of hart's tip poking at him, but he doesn't dare look away. he wants to remember this moment forever. "please, baby." the pet name finally slips out of his mouth, head too clouded with lust and adoration for him to be embarrassed of the way it sounds coming from him. instead, he leans up to brush their noses together, pressing a sweet, languid kiss to the corner of hart's mouth. "i'm ready. please fuck me."