just like heaven

you soft and only. you lost and lonely. you strange as angels.

[mysteryoflovc]

MY TEETH ARE SHARP LIKE A GREAT WHITE SHARK. LET ME TASTE THAT FLESH, IT'S MY FAVOURITE PART!

mun is thirty. be over 21. mdni. multimuse. muses. opens. plots. rules. memes.

[rennisaturate]

he asked her if she thought it was easy, and she took notice of how he said it, how he sounded more serious than she was sure she'd ever heard him speak before, but the first thing that came into her head anyway was; of course it is. anyone could leave at any time. if life had taught her anything, it was that. again and again. " has been for everyone else, " she knew how it sounded, to think that everyone was going to leave her behind eventually, but rationality just didn't help sometimes. her gaze is intense as he looks in her eyes, her hand coming up to hold the side of his face, thumb tracing the curve under his lower lip as his lips try to hold back a grin. " gonna be pissed if you tell me i'm the only one, then come to find out i'm not... " she clarified, her voice cracking a smidge at the tail end. she wished it was enough to have him there in her face and telling her so, but doubt has always had a way of ruling her head. she sighs softly and it feels like surrender when he nudges at her cheek, catching his mouth with hers, feeling her heart thump hard against her chest and her body tremble with the honesty of it. " swear on your life?? 'cause i'll fuckin' kill you, "

[mysteryoflovc]

"i'm not them. not like them." theo insists as he shakes his head. "been tryin' to prove that to you even though your thick ass skull doesn't let you hear me." he says it fondly. theo doesn't even know who caused all this damage but he definitely wants to beat their ass. sammy's hand cups his face and theo presses into it. there's no way he'd miss his chance to relish in her touch. "you think i'm drownin' in pussy." theo's got plenty of unopened dms but he knows that shit is hollow. "you think anybody compares to you and that's crazy to me." he murmurs against her lips. theo doesn't want to pull way, he doesn't want to risk bursting this little bubble of theirs. both hands grip her hips as he holds her pressed right up against him. "sammy i never felt like this for anyone in my life and according do you i'm slaying puss left and right...but yours is incomparable and that's a huge word for me." he grins. "on my life. you can kill me otherwise."

[antoinerousel]

Trevor Zegras 3/11 PHI vs. WSH Postgame

[saudadexmses]

" A-Ah well," Diego fixes his glasses, still a bit disoriented from the situation they found themselves in." I still haven't gotten around to looking through everything, just a few pages, must of it is sort of unreadable. "He confesses, turning to glance around them to make sure that whatever it was wasn't there anymore." There's drawings symbolizing something, like a creature of sorts, but from what i understood it needed to be summoned." Diego keeps his voice down as he continues to ramble." There's mentions of other things but, like i said I'm still looking it over."

[mysteryoflovc]

Kyree stares right at Diego expectantly like he'll be able to see the answer. This isn't even the first time something insane has happened to them. Kyree's become used to it and is still very fond of Diego in spite of all the scary shit he's seen now because of him. "So what you've been saying out loud is unrelated to that thing?" Kyree questions him curiously like he's trying to put it all together even if the other isn't sure at all. "Hasn't summoned some sort of monster out to eat us?" Kyree nudges impossibly closer so he can take a look at the page Diego had been reading off of. "Baby what if..." He trails off gently tapping a finger to Diego's temple, "You say it in your head so you don't summon a demon to kill us? Please?"

[saudadexmses]

His gaze moves down to the others hand, smile never wavering." Jealous Jiwon?" Adrian knows better than to push his buttons but he just can't help but try his luck, hope that the grip gets tighter. " True, but there's just so many songs in me. I need to get them out there, for the fans." Hazel eyes meet Jiwon's, head tilting to the side as he takes him in, those pleading eyes looking back at him." How many nights are we in?" Adrian breaths in, he doesn't want to leave him but the band had been on his case for weeks, asking far too many questions, something would have to give.

[mysteryoflovc]

"Yes." He nods slowly in agreement. There's no need to pretend that he isn't. "You don't need to leave me to do that do you?" Jiwon asks curiously. There's certainly no need in his own mind to have to go anywhere but right here. "Your fans can wait. I can't." He insists with a little huff. Jiwon won't admit this but his jealousy of Adrian's fans is this immense, ugly thing he can't come to terms with. Especially not with Adrian reminding him of such. Almost like he's taunting him and Jiwon wouldn't put it past him. "Not enough." The younger answers feeling aggravated at the mere thought of Adrian leaving him. "You want to leave me?"

[try5t]

the sluttiest thing someone can do is have an ethical dilemma over their lust for you

[ascensionisms]

There were plenty of options here, the main one should have been to let him go. To walk away and cement his bad decisions, forever dedicating himself to the space that separated them. Unfortunately he was way too selfish to accomplish that at the moment, or ever, really. Letting go was not something that he had ever practiced and when you had centuries to grow attached to your own bad habits, well, they were even harder to get rid of. A pause for a moment, as if the indecision was actually weighing, as if he were actually fighting against it. Dark eyes considered who and subsequently what stood in front of him. A heart that had been meant to be hollow, blackened by both time and lack of design worthy for love, sure did feel real when it was beating like that behind his ribcage. As if it were trying to physically exit his body for the sake of returning the favor, for the sake of putting it firmly in his hands.

Kihew steps away, he steps forward. A cruel exchange, a game of keep away that is not supposed to actually be that, a game. It's meant to be something far more than that, but surely the rumors about them were already churning. There really was no making it worse, but then again, he was all out of fucks to give. Head tips but this time so that words are firm in the way they whisper against the shell of his ear, an unintentional suggestion, or a trigger, that will bring back better memories of them. "You don't want me to leave and you sure as fuck don't want me to leave without you. What you want, is for me to remind you that I love you, that I fucked up in playing savior and I ain't never been one for salvation. What you want, is to get in the fuckin' car. So, I suggest you do what you want, but you'll call me selfish for that."

Speech concluded, fully expecting it to be fuel to the fire, hell probably the final step to actual violence. A part of him would have been thoroughly amused if Kihew did haul off and hit him for it, but at least he'd had the decency not to smirk when he pulled away. Features were intentionally stoic, stripped clean, nodding as if to say a cordial thank you maam, by the way of so called charm, and stepping away. That distance was probably cruel, especially in contrast with the closeness they'd just spent entirely too much time in. He didn't pause though, and instead turned to leave, to the mentioned car. Truth be told, he didn't expect to be followed. He expected to have his shit rocked, and not in the good way.

[mysteryoflovc]

What's one more thing to leave behind? Baptiste could easily leave this town just as suddenly as he'd swept through it. How easily Kihew had been drawn in like a moth to a flame. Burned up for getting too close like he deserved. There's all these pitiful thoughts racing in his head and they all come back to him. What could have been and what never will be. How is he supposed to move on from this? Who is supposed to fill the Baptiste shaped hole in his chest? Raw and aching with all of the nerve endings exposed. Kihew spares himself a few bitter, angry thoughts wondering what on Earth could ever be enough for Baptiste. If there's such a thing. Kihew knows that it's not him no matter how many times he offers himself up for him. Sacrificial lamb turned away from slaughter. Who would have ever thought? It's pathetic.

Baptiste comes closer and Kihew wishes he had the ability to force him away. He should. It should be easy to press all of his hurt into the others chest and knock him back. It's like they're stuck in his dance that Kihew cannot step out of even though he knows that he should. It's for the best. Baptiste is so close Kihew can smell him. Can practically taste him on his tongue or is that the blood? His words are painting the worst picture in his mind. He doesn't need to think about going anywhere with him. The burning in his eyes becomes unrelenting as he drops his forehead to Baptiste's shoulder. "What are you doing all of this for? To keep me from straying? To dig your fingers into the wound you left?" Kihew breathes out like it hurts. Like there's a blade dug right into his lung and it's hard to focus on anything but the lack of air.

Just hearing the words I love you out of his mouth is enough. Even if he doesn't mean it like that. Just saying it in passing makes him ache. This man isn't his and he needs to go but there's this drag like an undertow pulling Kihew right back into him. Baptiste is pulling away and he's reminded that this is how it should be. The space between them growing as Baptiste turns to leave him. Again. Red hot rage crawls up and out of his throat as he fills the space between them. His hands grabbing onto both of Baptiste's shoulders as he turns him around and shoves him back into that very car. The one they shared their first kiss. The very same one Kihew got out of when everything ended. He wants to smash every window out. He's certainly putting on a show.

"Stop leaving me and pulling me back in! If you don't make up your mind I'll kill you myself." His voice takes on that familiar tone when he's been pushed to his limit. He's not gentle as he keeps both hands on Baptiste's shoulders. "You think you can come back and give me this fucking empty speech and what? You never mean a word you say to me. You never have. It's always been empty words." Kihew breathes right in his face eyes alight with something long believed to be dead. "Take me home. Now."

[menncity]

As  he  finished  off  his  lecture  and  watched  his  students  rush  to  pack  things  away  so  they  could  hurry  out  of  the  room  and  off  to  whatever  it  was  they  deemed  more  important  than  their  educations  at  the  moment,  Matthew  mumbled  his  way  through  his  usual  reminders  that  they  had  until  the  end  of  the  night  to  submit  the  rough  drafts  for  their  midterm  papers  and  that  he  would  not  be  accepting  any  late  entries  no  matter  the  excuse.

He  was  basically  on  autopilot.

As  his  students  milled  past  him,  rushing  for  the  door,  Matthew  snapped  out  of  his  haze  as  his  worst,  and  arguably  favorite  student  caught  his  attention.  “Actually,  don't  go.  If  you  don't  mind,  I'd  like  to  talk  to  you  in  private  once  the  rest  of  your  classmates  have  left.”  He  calls  out,  reaching  out  to  point  at  the  student  and  wave  them  over  which  earns  a  few  childish  teasing  sounds  from  the  other  students  as  they  continue  to  leave.

open  to  tops.  18+.  your  muse  is  one  of  Matthew's  favorite  students  despite  how  they  are  failing  his  class  because  they  are  eye  candy  and  routinely  flirt  with  Matthew  to  get  out  of  trouble  after  constantly  turning  things  in  late  or  skipping  his  classes. 

[mysteryoflovc]

Theo is not listening. That's first and foremost as he keeps staring between his professor and half drank melting iced coffee. All he can think about is hockey practice and how he's gunna have to grind the boys into perfect condition if they even want to make it to the Frozen Four. He's also got to worry about their semi-formal that's coming up since Theo is the social chair of their frat. He's not even looked over the outline for their midterm yet even though he knows that he should. He'll go down to the student resource center and flirt with a tutor to get help or better yet they can write it for him.

Everyone's getting up and Theo grabs his cup and follows suit before he's drawn right out of his own thoughts by his professor's voice. Theo freezes knowing that he hasn't been to class in two and a half weeks. He bites the inside of his cheek as he runs a hand through his golden hair and sets his cup down on the first row of desks before he lingers by the teachers desk. "Now what did you want to talk to me about professor? You know I got practice to get to..." Theo trails off with a curious raise of his brow. "Are you upset or somethin'?"

[pucci]

MIKE DEBEER © INSTAGRAM

[ascensionisms]

Please, please, please. Ben sounded just as good as she imagined he would saying the word, but the instant switch up, wasn't something she would have missed even on her worst day. Seemingly dedicated to becoming a good boy in the way that made her want to test the limits of, and laugh, all that the same time. She had been invited in without even having to convince him, which was a convenience that was silently appreciated as feet passed over the threshold, following him inside. "You really like being a good boy, huh?" Asked with the kind of amusement that she didn't bother to hide, head tilted at a more natural angle this time, perhaps to create the illusion that he didn't need to be so afraid of her, or maybe because it wasn't needed. He'd already played all the card face up, so to speak.

"Go ahead, ask, I'll give you the two this time." Said as if she were ever the gracious goddess instead of something far more dangerous. Once they'd made it to his bedroom, a shoulder leaned against the door frame. Giving him space for the time being and instead lingering there, still watching but with a catered sort of temperance. Arms folded over chest, as if that were simply the most comfortable for her, instead of any real annoyance. Apparently, mood had shifted just that easily, at least for now.

[mysteryoflovc]

It feels like there's this pull towards her, like there's a magnet in his belly and he can't resist even if he wanted to. His gaze stays on her sure not to look away for fear his throat might be cut or she may vanish. Would that really be so bad? He can't tell if his pounding heart is fear or excitement now. His breath hitches when the words good boy slip past her lips and he perks up like a dog. Ben turns toward her and stops moving all together one they're in his room. No one's ever called him that before but there's this tug in his belly as he practically chews the words silently in his own mouth. "Like being one for you." Ben breathes out as he runs his tongue along his bottom lip watching her. He wonders how he looks for her if he looks good. If she wants to get in his lap or push him down.

"Who else have you done this with?" Ben asks curiously. Most of the shake has left his voice like he's offering himself up to her. Whatever she wants from him he'll give her. He feels like he's over dressed and pulls his hoodie off dropping it to the floor. Ben doesn't look away from her. He can't. She's too far away and his fear is something else entirely now as he holds a hand out for her. "You could have reached out." It's not a question. Ben doesn't even really know what he means his minds racing a mile a minute. "Won't you come here? Please? You're so far."

[gaymebois]

Minkyu simply couldn't get enough of Jiwon. The way his eyes lighten up when the other undresses and gets atop him, his mind is already racing. He constantly craves more, doesn't think he'll get enough of the older man ever. "It's all yours. It's always for you," he reassures. Even before he had started seeing Jiwon, he never found something as exciting as this. A relationship that never stagnated, one that was constantly evolving as the two grew closers. "I need you so badly, sir," he whines. "Please, it's been so long. I miss you. I want to make you satisfied..." he bit his lip, whining softly at the way the other touches me.

[mysteryoflovc]

Jiwon's pleased at how perfectly Minkyu reacts to him like he's hanging off of his every word. There's just something about getting the younger right to the edge and taking what he wants that drives Jiwon's teasing. How could he not when he gets such beautiful reactions out of Minkyu? Jiwon feels warmed beneath the youngers warm, hungry gaze like he might die without him. Without his touch. "Sir? It's daddy." Jiwon's brow furrows. "Have I been gone so long that you've forgotten?" He asks with a curious raise of his brow while dropping a hand to the others belly with splayed fingers to touch as much of him as possible. "You always satisfy me. You're big and pretty in all the places that I like." He reaches a hand down between them to squeeze Minkyu through his briefs. "What did you do without me while I was gone? I know I had you on the phone for hours." Jiwon smiles as he searches the youngers face. "Did you find it hard to focus thinking about me all day?"

[saudadexmses]

@mysteryoflovc

Adrian was caught by surprise as Jiwon pinned him against the wall, the familiar Cheshire cat like smile spreading on his lips." What's this then?" The singer hums, holding up his hands in surrender." Not willing to let me go Jiwon? What about my album? I do need to start recording at some point."

[mysteryoflovc]

Jiwon's body reacted on it's own he swears that's why his hand is on the others throat. He has officially gone crazy. Jiwon loosens his grip but doesn't remove it from Adrian's neck as he holds the others gaze. "Can't your album wait? You have enough of a discography to satiate your fans..." Jiwon does his very best to plead with his eyes. "You don't really want to leave me." He murmurs like he's convincing himself more so than Adrian. "Can't I convince you to give me one more night?"

[saudadexmses]

@mysteryoflovc

Diego hadn't been paying attention to his surroundings, rambling on about his latest finding, an old notebook with weird drawings and a tale of something that lived in an old abandoned church, exciting stuff. One moment he had been walking carelessly, the next the heard Kyree call out to him, pinning him against the wall as something passed by them in the shadows at an incredible speed.

Diego stared, wide eyed." D-" He still can't believe it." D-Did you see that?"

[mysteryoflovc]

Kyree had ben listening to his baby and keeping an eye out as he kept a hand on Diego's hip while the pair walked to guide them both. He knew it was easy for the other to get distracted by his own thoughts and findings so Kyree often acted as the heard dog. Something flashes in the corner of his eye and he's quick to push Diego up against the wall. He almost would laugh at the question if his heart wasn't pounding so fast.

"Yes Diego. I saw that." Kyree whisper yells with a curt nod. God, this is what he gets for falling in love with a man who keeps him so close to a heart attack. "What else is in that book you were reading from?"

[teamfortress2yaoi]

The Beach Boys's Brian Wilson sits alone in a church. (c. 70s/80s, photographer unknown)

[mysteryoflovc]

link saito.

[ascensionisms]

He listens to the verbal lashing that is still less than what he deserves despite whatever his excuses were. Perhaps they were always just that. It was hard to believe that though because the crushing hurt on his features was a knife to the chest, a heavy hand curls around the heart with the intention to pull it right out from between ribcage. He wondered it Kihew knew just how freely he may have given that, although death was just a concept, at least for him. It wasn't a reality, another twist of fate that never really needed to be spoken on. Instead, head tipped down, dark eyes seeming to pay too much attention to the hand curled in his jacket. That was hardly what he was actually looking at, but he knew how to play the part well enough. A few silent heartbeats between them before a hand reached up to curl around wrist, peeling his fingers from the cloth.

"And I never wanted to take shit." Clarified for a moment, before making the mistake of looking into his eyes, fully prepared for the hate, but hardly ever able to prepare for the tears. It tugged on something else entirely, a reminder that no matter how many times he'd tried to protect him, to protect this, he had always failed. The other was right, maybe if he as a better man, he wouldn't have spoken to him at all. Either way, there was no stopping that. "I left for you but that doesn't mean that shit was easy, stop acting like you don't fucking know." That hand that had peeled his away, shifted enough to allow fingers to brush pulse, knowing that it was far too intimate a gesture for whatever they were now.

"Suffering is the last motherfuckin' thing I wanted to bring you and no, I don't need a front row, but who else is going to sit there? Now you wanna keep sitting here in front of these people and making them the audience?" A reminder of the gossip he didn't give a fuck about, but knew very well that the other did. Letting his wrist go as easily as he'd taken it. "Or can we do this somewhere else, you can keep yelling at me the whole way."

[mysteryoflovc]

How is he supposed to do anything but want him? Standing here and taking it all. Kihew could shove him down and he'd think that he'd deserve it and he would have to agree. Isn't all of this putting him in danger? Isn't it all going against the very reason Baptiste left him? This town has a way of swallowing you up and spitting out something unrecognizable and through it all Baptiste had been his constant. Until he wasn't. And he can remember that look on his face explaining something that Kihew hadn't wanted to understand. Why should he? It's not fair and all he's ever done is take it. This town and this man and those hands. Baptiste insisting they can't be together and still being this close to him. He thinks he must have done something to deserve this. Kihew must have been something awful in his past life. He bites the inside of his cheek so hard until copper coats his tongue when Baptiste's familiar touch wraps around his wrist.

Say it to me. Kihew's stomach clenches knowing his face is doing all the talking his mouth can't. If he opens it something ragged and broken will come out. His heart might come up with it. Kihew closes his eyes the moment Baptiste's fingers slide onto his pulse point. It'll easily give him away the way his hearts pounding against his ribcage. Some sick thought creeps its way up and out.

"You must want me dead. Touching me like this."

The loss of contact reminds him of how public they are right now as he drops his hand back to his side and steps away from Baptiste. There's nothing else to talk about. Everything he could say has already been said. Baptiste already knows and it won't change a thing. It won't bring him back to Kihew's side. "We shouldn't be alone together. It's a bad idea." As much as he hates the possibility of gossip he hates the possibility of giving in even more. "You should leave town there's nothing keeping you here now."

[lovebvrns]

Tristan's mouth widened with an amused smile as the other told him he looked fine. He loved how stupid they were, how they would always have eyes for one another even in crowded places like this. "You're so in love with me it's really fucking disgusting. I can see your dick throbbing from here, idiot." While laying, long arm reached to cup Link's dick through his jeans and squeeze him with a lazy smirk. Then he watched Link getting down on his knees and on his way to lick the liquor from his belly button. It made him hum quietly. Hands reached for Link's hair, tugging his curls playfully. "You can behave for one fucking time, right?" Tristan challenged the other with a little grin, taking out his phone with a hand to take a few pictures of the other on him. "But you know I'd never say no to that. You look so pretty. Think you should stay on your knees for me."

[mysteryoflovc]

"The wind blows and it gets my shit hard. Calm down." Link scoffs as he waves the others words off. He is in love with him too though but he's not about to reward Tristan and his bitchy ass attitude. He squirms beneath his touch as he swats at his wrist to get him to chill out. "Baby imagine your boss walked in right now and saw you laying on a table, belly button wet with liquor and your hand on my dick. No one's saying sike." And he shakes his head at Tristan's question for good measure because he's never been known to behave. Link flips the camera off when he finally notices Tristan's taking his picture. "Nah we both know you like me somewhere else. Remember I'm the one who taught you how to take dick. Let's not forget the ancient texts Tris." He swats at his phone before he takes the liquor bottle from his hand and tips his head back to pour some in his mouth. Link's shameless as he leans down and shoves his thumb into the corner of Tristan's mouth to pry it open and spit the vodka in his mouth. "Stop actin' out or I'll smack that tattoo."