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@magxxxc

NSFW INDIE SMUT RP. RATED 18+

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Mika continued to dance, completely in his element as the music continued to fill the room. His body arched and twisted in the most sensual manner as he moved towards the foot of the bed. His hands started behind his head before moving downwards, slowly grazing them over the muscles of his chest. His fingers danced over the muscles of his abdomen before catching in the waistband of his shorts. The pants came off in one fluid movement, leaving him in nothing but his underwear, which followed quickly after. Tossing them to the floor, Mika then gracefully moved onto the bed, crawling upwards until he was eye to eye with Paris. “You know how much I like to tease babe,” he purred, sitting up as he straddled the other. Mika then slowly began to grind against the other’s lap, feeling his lover’s bulge against his bare ass as he moved to the beat of the music.

A smile washed upon Paris’ lips once he watched Mika remove his pants. However, his small grin turned into a toothily smile once the underwear disappeared along with his pants. Reclining his fingers from his waistband, Paris put both of his hands to the back of his head. The way Mika danced and crawled over him was majestic. Every move and every turn of his boyfriend’s body left Paris in awe. “I know you do,” Paris hummed, until his words and been broken by a soft breath pushing pass his lips. Mika moving his hips atop of Paris’ hardened uncomfortability incited such a reaction. Naturally, Paris began to wave his waist in the motion of Mika’s hips, creating a pleasurable, yet unsatisfying friction for Paris. Maneuvering his bright eyes from the core of Mika’s bare body, to his beautiful face, Paris breathed, “You’re so fuckin’ sexy, baby.”

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Ryder was easily stumped for words whenever he was around Mischa, and how couldn’t he be? Everything about him was beautiful, yet intimidating at the same time. In a way he was glad that he was alone with the taller male, he could now get to know Mischa a bit better, but then again the thought of being alone with him frightened him because God only knows what embarrassing stories Mischa has been told about Ryder. “Yeah, he left a few hours ago. I’m just as surprised as you are! Didn’t even know he’d be leaving today.” He spoke up to Mischa, stepping out the way to allow him entrance into his home. “In the kitchen. Just raid the cupboards, they should be in there somewhere.”

Mischa was shocked that Ryder had not known where his brother went, either. Usually, he would have notified one of them, but, he was confident that his best friend would be back, soon enough. Plus, Mischa was always at their place, so, him being in the home without the company of Ryder’s older brother was not, completely, uncommon in nature. Taking the invitation to step into the home and, basically, rummage their cupboards, caused a jump of excitement to sprang from Mischa’s large form. “Awesome!” He yelled, with a bright smile on his face. Making a b-line to the kitchen, Mischa went straight for the cabinet with the cold cereal. Opening a box of Cheerios, he, messily, grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth. Looking at Ryder, with his mouthful, he questioned, “Want some? ‘s good!”

#lasciiivious #mischa| thread.

#this man is so goddamn beautiful #im just too damn lazy to make icons for him truthfully #| wants.#| future fcs.

#honestly #truthfully #like wow #he really did that #jaxon| aesthetic.

Paisley bit down on her bottom lip, leaning forward hopefully. “They get punished, don’t they?”

Lucien could sense the excitement from her, but, he remained still. “Not exactly," he muttered with a smirk playing against his brims. “I’d have to show you better than I could tell you, Miss.”

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@magxxxc

“Well, I know I look like a good girl.” Paisley drawled in her southern accent, smiling at them. “But ya know, looks can be real deceivin’.”

“Is that so?” Lucien droned, his voice quiet like the wind but laced with so much of a bass that it would command anyone’s attention. “Do you know what happens to bad girls, Miss?”

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Mika shivered when he watched Paris slide those same fingers back past those beautiful lips. For a moment, he leaned against the doorway, legs feelign like they’d been turned to pure jelly. In order to regain composure, he waited until Paris had laid down to turn and dim the lights just enough so that the low-light in the room made it seem like his bronzed skin was glowing. “Relax babe.” Mika moved to the small dresser where his ipod was docked and turned the music back on now that they were too far away to hear the sound of Paris’ phone. Mika had a special mix for moments like these and when it came on he turned back to Paris, hooking his fingers in the loops of his own belt. He was silent as he began to slowly dance, his hips rolling slowly as he inched the waistband of his belt lower and lower down. “Still got that big tip ready for me baby?”

Paris admired the ambiance Mika created for the two. Whilst, Paris took his little show as an opportunity to have fun, Paris knew Mika was going to make his show more of a work of art; and Mika was, definitely, the man the muse in this form of art. The light hues of the long-haired male watched as hs boyfriend illuminated in the dim-lighting; Mika was almost god-like in this setting. Seeing the way his hips rolled made Paris grunt in anticipation. He just imagined how Mika’s body would feel upon his own and how they would feel inside of one another. The blond-haired male slipped his bottom lip in between his lips to restrain another excited growl from rolling from his lips. “You know I do,” he whispered, smugly. Taking the tip of his fingers from the back of his head, Paris let them guide from the strong dip between his chest, down the ridges in his abdomen and dance just above his waistline. “When are you going to come and get it?”

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Mika smiled brightly at the little laugh he drew out of Paris, only to quickly fall back into the reality of how achingly hard they both were. When he stood up, the obscene bulge in the front of his shorts was worn as a symbol of pride than embarrassment as he moved to join his lover in the doorway, “Just enjoying the view,” he replied in a low purr, tracing fingers down Paris’ arm to catch the man’s hand in his own. He brought it to his lips and slowly took one of the other’s fingers into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. His other hand, grazed downwards over the other’s stomach to dip just slightly into the other’s pants. Now that they were unbuttoned it made it much easier for Mika to slide a hand in and give his lover a teasing squeeze. “Go lay down baby, ‘s my turn to put on a show.”

Paris’ mouth watered once he seen the bulge sprang into Mika’s shorts. But, he had grew even harder once Mika teased his hand around Paris’ dick. Retrieving his finger from Mika’s mouth, Paris slipped the finger back into his own mouth. He enjoyed the sweet taste Mika’s mouth provided, and he loved it even more when Mika’s taste mixed with his own. Suckling on his finger between his pink lips, he breathed, “Mmm.” However, the daze of excitement was broken once the curly-haired male instructed Paris to go lay down; Mika’s little shows were always a sight to see. Stepping to the bed, Paris lied, flatly, on his back. Sprawling his legs to the corners of the bed and pressing his head onto the plush pillows, Paris placed the palms of his hands to the back of his head, allowing his arms to flex, a little. “C’mon, baby,” he growled, with a smirk of coyness playing upon his features. “Show me what you got.”

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davidkarofskyindie

Open Starter (Carl Muse)

“See baby, told you there was a gun show waiting for you… how long till you get to the hotel? Cos otherwise I might start without you and that’s no fun” Carl teased his lover, thankful his videophone app was working properly while waiting for his lover to arrive.

Paris found comfort on the floor of his apartment’s bedroom. He was in the midst of finding clothes to wear, but, after his lover’s little preview, Paris was, quickly, becoming opposed to wearing clothing, at all. “I’ll be on my way.” He paused, lying, flatly, on the floor. “How much will I have to pay for this little Gun Show?”

#davidkarofskyindie #paris| thread.

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+ open to anyone ( secretary )

Cliff was yawning when he heard knocks on his door. “Come on in.” His secretary walked in with some papers he needed. “It’s late. What are you still doing here? Don’t you have a house to get to?” He grinned, standing up and stretching his muscles. “I’m serious. You don’t have to wait for me every night, kid.”

Mischa was insecure about the position of his job. This position, being the first one that had not required him to take off his clothing, left him finding the job to be difficult. While the requirements for this job would be simple for those who were used to corporate life, he found himself crumbling. So, he needed to speak to Cliff; or, Haze, as he’d like to address him. “I do. But, I have to make sure everything is closed up before you leave.” He added, with a raise of his eyebrows. His large, brown eyes shot to the big arm which flexed beneath the thin shirt. “I know, I don’t---But, I want to. My job is to make your job as easy as possible, am I right?”

#thxfolksters #mischa| thread.

Mika took great pride in being able to pull that unfiltered gasp from Paris’ lips. Even when he was the one enjoying the show, he still had a few tricks left up his sleeve to drive the other wild with lust. But, like he always was, Paris seemed two steps ahead of Mika. The fingers catching a fistful of his hair, the closeness. Mika couldn’t pull his eyes away from the other’s and with each subtle movement he felt the warmth of Paris’ breath washing over his own flushed lips. Finding himself speechless for a few seconds, Mika smiled stupidly up at his boyfriend, like he’d just won the damn lottery or something. After a moment, synapses began to fire and Mika spoke up. “I like to think of it as more of a prize than a price,” he returned, lips curling into a devilish smirk. He leaned up, teasing his tongue along the other’s lower lip, just grazing his plump lips with the tip of his tongue. With a rough whisper, Mikael purred his words against the other’s jaw, “And I think it’d be a much nicer price to take if we were both in bed, don’t you?”

“You’re funny.” A small laugh broke the intense silence between them. For that small moment, Paris ventured into their moments of ecstasy. He thought of all of the intimate, carnal moments of passion that bloomed between the two. He was, definitely, going to treasure the moment they were going to share in the next few moments, as well. All of which marinated into his mouth, which had taken control of his body. His mouth was salivating. His breaths were becoming deeper. His heart was beating faster. He was completely erect and the jeans of his only felt like a restraint, currently. Feeling Mika’s tongue taunt his bottom lip, Paris drew the pink petal beneath his teeth to savor the taste. An intense hum of satisfaction followed the action, whilst he reclined from Mika’s beautiful form. “That’s not bad at all,” he added, as he pivoted upon his feet and headed to Mika’s bed. As he undid his pants, he leaned against the door way and turned to Mika. “What are you waitng for?”

#slutiiisms #paris| thread.

Mika knew fully well what it it meant when the man gaving you a lapdance guided your hands to their body. They were giving you permission to touch, to feel, to be apart of the experience instead of sitting idly by and watching. Mika had practically perfected this trick that it almost came as a surprise when he realized just how well it worked on him. He curled his fingers just slightly as Paris guided his hands, allowing short nails to graze gently over the exposed skin. And when they came to rest on the waistband of his bottoms, Mika looked up to him with a smirk. “Oh?” He raised a brow in question, “Name your price,” he whispered, leaning up to punctuate his sentence with a gentle kiss to his lover’s hip, teasing his tongue along that well defined groove that disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants.

Paris narrowed his eyes down to the other, once Mika began to lap his warm, wet tongue upon his expose skin. A gasp of excitement pushed from his lips and he pushed his waist towards the other’s mouth. If this had been a real stripping experience, Paris would have considered this unprofessional. However, Paris was the entertainer and the clientele had been his boyfriend. Paris was all about keeping his boyfriend interested, after all. Wrapping his fingers into the other’s locks, he breathed, “I think you know the price.” Applying pressure upon the back of Mika’s head, he breathed, “You know the price very well.” He paused for an instant, before leaning down and pressing his forehead against Mika’s. Their scents were inhaled by one another. Their lips were casting upon the touch of one another’s skin. Their eyes were interlocked, with no escape. Paris deeply reiterated, “Don’t you, baby?”

#slutiiisms #paris| thread.

Mika rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue out at Paris, “Good thing I love big tips, yeah?” A bright laugh escaped Mika as he relaxed on the couch, enjoying the music and the sight of Paris’ body moving to the beat. He licked his lips, unable to pull his eyes away. Paris’ body was carved like an ancient greek statue, lines etched deep into his skin where that beautiful skin was pulled taught over hard muscles. And when the other leaned in close, breath hot against his neck, Mika fucking whined, maybe not his sexiest moment, but he just couldn’t help the way Paris made him feel. He collected his thoughts, neck tipped back just slightly, “I always want you babe.”

The whine elicited from Mika ensured a smirk of both satisfaction and arrogance on Paris’ pink, full lips. Mika, being the stripper that he had been, was used to men and their ways of trying to seduce the dancer. But, Paris found both confidence and comfortability in knowing that just for a small moment, he can make Mika vulnerable; he can make Mika whine. “Good,” he hummed, with a roughness beveled in the thick of his throat. Wrapping his fingers around Mika’s wrists, he pressed Mika’s hands onto his stomach. He made Mika’s fingers dance down the deep lines in his abdomen and the cut that divided his thick thighs and tight stomach. Letting Mika’s hands play against his waistline and, finally, teasing to remove his bottoms, be groaned, “You’ll have to pay a little extra to get these off.”

#slutiiisms #paris| thread.

Mika felt all his insides turn to mush when heard Paris’ growl out that little term of endearment. God Mika would’ve sunk to his knees right then and there if the promise of getting a dance from him wasn’t so enticing. As he was pushed back onto the sofa, Mika slipped out of his shirt easily, letting his arms over the back of the couch as he waited for the other to set up his music. “Babe,” Mika all but purred out, lips curling just barely at the corners, “You’re dating a stripper, know perfectly well that I’m gonna return the favor, but only if you tip me.”

“I’ll give you a tip, alright,” Paris joked, before slowly, rolling his hips in the wave of rhythm that lined with the music. “I’ll give you the tip of this dick,” he joked, as he fell into the song. Every sway of his hips made his taut abdomen tighten. Each roll of his bones caused the deep v-line, that peeked above the waistline of his jeans, to inch further down his waist. The male was neglectful in wearing underwear, and this was another one of those moments. Gradually, strutting his way towards Mika, Paris used his knees to widen the curly-haired male’s legs. Leisurely leaning into the dip of Mika’s neck, Paris whispered, “Don’t you want me, baby?”

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Ryder’s older brother’s best friend was a vision of pure beauty, that much could be said. The smaller male would only have to be in the same room as him and he’d become a flustered mess, so one could only imagine how Ryder reacted when he opened the front door to find the male standing there. “Oh—hi!” And soon enough, the words began tumbling out. “I—if you’re looking for my brother, he’s not in at the moment, but he should be back soon! You wanna come in?”

Mischa had encountered boredom, for about the fifteenth time in the three hours that he had been awake. He needed another person to occupy his time, albeit his short attention span. So, when he decided to go bother his friend by surprise, he was shocked to see his younger brother answer the door. Easily, his six-foot-one frame towered over the other. “Aw, really?” Mischa questioned, with a small pout forming on his lips. “---But okay. I’ll come in. Just let your brother know I didn’t break in this time...Do you guys have waffles?”

#lasciiivious #mischa| thread.

Eric’s eyes never left Paris’. He watched the beautiful human approach him, slowly but confidently. He was definitely much braver than most of the human lovers Eric had had, even over the centuries - not many were as bold as Paris was right now, most were far to scared to ever demand anything from a vampire. “Your mouth is doing a lot of talking,” Eric blankly noted in his husky voice, “It should be doing something else to prove that you’re worth my time.”

Eric’s sharp response intruded the allure of the moment, which had reminded Paris that the aged vampire was like most men; they did not need much foreplay to enjoy the instant. However, Paris was one whom was obsessed with the seduction; the subtle touches; the small lip bites; the sound of their voices. Every single detail was sculpted to create a sexual painting between the two. But, his mouth was, also, gifted in pleasuring. Lowering to his knees, Paris, gently, unzipped the expensive pants of the vampire and undid the button. Gripping the cloth of the vampire’s underwear and pushing them down his widened thighs, Paris used his soft palms to stroke the creature to erection. A large, flat tongue ran from the base of the man’s length, to his flourishing tip. With a hum emitting from the back of his throat, Paris licked the sensitive skin just below opening of his cock. During the entirety of Paris displaying his skillful tongue, he kept his eyes locked onto Eric’s.

#klssitbetter #paris| thread.

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Eric let out a sound of amusement, he liked Paris’ attitude. The bulge in his expensive pants liked him too. “Only if you ask me really nicely,” he answered, quirking his eyebrow. He pushed his seat out from under his desk, spreading his legs invitingly, thinking about how long it would take until he would be sinking either his teeth or his cock inside of the other.

Paris chewed on his lower at response the aged creature elicited. His words were echoing in his mind, which left the long-haired male with limited options. Seeing the man retrieve himself from beneath the desk, Paris stood, slowly, to his feet. Walking around the desk, slowly, his light hues latched onto Eric’s; there was a lust-filled fire brewing in his bright eyes. ”Please,” he croaked, stepping between the male’s legs. “I deserve to be fucked. I deserve to be fucked until I can’t think of anyone but YOU.”

#klssitbetter #paris| thread.

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