Come Play with me

Desmond Prescott. Age 25. Rich playboy, eager to play Bisexual, many kinks, try me. Bryce Prescott. Age 38. Bisexual. Gentleman. "the nice one" “If you look up "charming" in the dictionary, you'll see that it not only has references to strong attraction, but to spells and magic. Then again, what are liars if not great magicians?” Indie Rp. There will be smut. deal with it.

[dannyitsarmanixo-blog-blog]

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Send me a “❆” and my character will respond to hearing that your character is spending the holidays alone.

Danny rose his brows to their highest, as if the other had challenged him, by confessing his absurd plans to spend the holidays alone. “Like hell you are,” He replied in a genuinely promising tone, before the corners of his lips curved into a softer smile, “I’m coming over to yours, we’ll cook together, drink, open presents, whatever the hell you want. I refuse to let you spend your holidays alone.”

[not-prince-charming]

Desmond tried to hide his smile as he looked over at Danny. “I don’t think I can agree to this if you say you’re going to cook. I’m not in the mood for food poisoning or for my house to burn down.” He teased, giving him a sly look. His intentions had been that they would spend it together this whole time, but he liked hearing Danny say that he wanted to spend it with him. Getting up, he wrapped his arms around Danny’s shoulders. “Before you agree, you might want to remember how much I like Christmas.” 

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"Fine. Whatever, you can do the cooking. I’ll do the whatever else there needs to be doing," Danny insisted, giving the other an eye roll before allowing his lips to spread into a wider smile. He was glad the other had taken the offer lightly, as a rejection would have been highly embarrassing. Although, he felt that they were at a stage of their relationship, were nervousness was simply irrelevant. Never the less, on occasion he felt them at the pit of his stomach, trying to make their way up him. He buried his head into Desmond’s shoulder when his big strong arms were wrapped around him, "Everyone likes Christmas."

[not-prince-charming]

"You can be my sous chef. Help make the salads and such." Desmond teased, chuckling softly. "But wait, you aren't going to be spending your Christmas with your family? I don't want to make you choose between me and your family." He closed his eyes as he rested his head against Danny's before turning it and pressing a small kiss to the side of his head. "Exactly, most people like Christmas but I love it. Even if I'm alone my house will be decorated. I've already been playing Christmas music for weeks."

[dannyitsarmanixo-blog-blog]

❆

Send me a “❆” and my character will respond to hearing that your character is spending the holidays alone.

Danny rose his brows to their highest, as if the other had challenged him, by confessing his absurd plans to spend the holidays alone. “Like hell you are,” He replied in a genuinely promising tone, before the corners of his lips curved into a softer smile, “I’m coming over to yours, we’ll cook together, drink, open presents, whatever the hell you want. I refuse to let you spend your holidays alone.”

[not-prince-charming]

Desmond tried to hide his smile as he looked over at Danny. "I don't think I can agree to this if you say you're going to cook. I'm not in the mood for food poisoning or for my house to burn down." He teased, giving him a sly look. His intentions had been that they would spend it together this whole time, but he liked hearing Danny say that he wanted to spend it with him. Getting up, he wrapped his arms around Danny's shoulders. "Before you agree, you might want to remember how much I like Christmas." 

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"No I can’t, and it’s all my mom’s fault," Starla wails in a faux dramatic tone before a laugh breaks through and ruins it for her. "I never know what to expect with her at this point, so be prepared for more surprises. She’s out there, that’s for sure." Starla rolls her eyes and laughs but the tone is loving and fond as she speaks of her mother. She wanted to kiss Skylar again, longer this time, because when she did, he looked at her in the most magnificent way, and the butterflies and sparks came back even stronger. She eyes Jack as he walks past, keeping his thoughts to himself as it’s very rare for Starla to bring men back. But boy is it hard to pass the opportunity to really lay into them both. So instead, he opted for at least one smart remark, "Alright, love birds. Stop making out and come eat." As Jack laughs, Starla inhales deeply, closing her eyes to fight off a blush, "Shall we then?" She would have protested that they weren’t making out, but now the thought wouldn’t leave her mind. She wanted to kiss him deeper.

[not-prince-charming]

Skylar blushed as he walked over to the table to join Starla and Jack for dinner. He was incredibly grateful for how kind they were being. He wouldn't admit it, especially because he knew how she'd worried, but it had been a while since he'd had a warm meal. He ate quickly, impressed by how good the food had been. After he finished, he stood up to help clean the table before either of them could tell him not to. "It's the least I can do." He pointed out. When he finished washing the dishes, he looked over at Starla, wondering if she was tired of him yet, the last thing he wanted to do was over stay his welcome. He chewed on his lip, wondering if he should ask what her plans were for the rest of the evening. 

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Jack held up two fingers to mimic a small pinch of something, “Just a little bit,” He grins as he gathers his breath, “Most people are gone or at least in another spot by the time I circle around once,” He laughs and grabs his water bottle to take a drink, “Well how about I help you out? I just finished my run and I could use the walk. Tell me which hotel and I’ll help.” He didn’t prefer to be a sweaty panting mess when he talked to anyone, so he made sure to stay just a couple feet further so that his sweaty smell didn’t bother her. “I’m Jack by the way.”

[not-prince-charming]

Riley chuckled, snapping her fingers. "Darn, and here I was hoping I was blending in like a native." She pouted slightly, letting out a small giggle. "I suppose that's true, but you know, no one said you had to notice me." She pointed out, giving him a look and clutching onto her sketchbook. Riley eyed him nervously, knowing that following a strange man around wasn't always the safest, but at least it was the daytime. "Aulani? I'm hoping you've heard of it." She noticed how far he was walking away from her and giggled again. "If you're worried about putting me off with your sweat, it's alright. I can't even smell you so don't worry."

[volcanxes]

Theo shook his head and rested his head on Desmonds chest. “Hmmm…I’m gettin sleepy..”

[not-prince-charming]

"Already?" Desmond teased, wrapping his arms around Theo's slender frame.

[righteousxsons-archive-blog]

"I suppose." He smirked and kissed him softly again.

[not-prince-charming]

"You suppose?" Desmond pulled away, giving Dean a rather large pout.

[not-prince-charming]

[text] If I said that I was wearing nothing but an apron and was armed with strawberries and whipped cream, how quickly would you come into the kitchen?

[text] probably like five minutes…

[righteousxsons-archive-blog]

"If that were true, I’d be saying your mouth is incredible, smartass." He whispered.

[not-prince-charming]

Desmond licked down the man's shaft once more, before smirking. "You've said it before."

[sulezmer]

"Oh don’t be smug," she said up a little and rested back on her forearms, eyes narrowing at him.

[not-prince-charming]

"In this situation? I have to be smug." Desmond smirked, leaning up to kiss her lips once more, his fingers teasing her wetness.

[bensonwaverlyinc-deactivated201]

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Remembering the moment a little more now, Starla shakes her head as much as she can while it rests on Skylar’s shoulder before she laughs, “Oh, god. My mother goes through phases a lot, and at this time, she was still into some 60’s bra hating stage and refused to buy me one. So, I had to go on my own, and she found out where I was, found me and almost burned the place down… That is how we got banned from Victoria’s Secret.” She groans as she can feel her face redden furiously now. “It was a disaster.” When Skylar talked about how he wouldn’t hurt her the butterflies came back and she sits up and smiles, facing him now. “I would never laugh at you. You tried and gave it all you had… Out of your element and everything. I’m proud of you.” And with that, stomach flaring with nerves and excitement, she leans forward to place a gentle kiss on his lips, leaning back a moment later, “Thanks for trusting me with your life in the water.” She laughs softly.

[not-prince-charming]

Skylar listened to her story with an amused smirk on his face, trying to control his laughter as he envisioned a young Starla trying to prevent her mother from burning down Victoria's Secret. "So, you still can't go into Victoria's Secret?" He teased, unable to hold back his laughter any longer. "I have to admit, that wasn't what I was expecting." He smiled, rubbing her back softly until she started to sit up. He looked into her eyes, trying to keep himself from blushing at the way she was looking at him. He closed his eyes as he felt her lips on his, gently kissing her back, resisting the urge to grab her and kiss her harder. "Oh, you're welcome." He tried to play it off that it wasn't as big of a thing as it was, he didn't want her to know just how scared he'd been. He was just about to kiss her again as he saw Jack walk into the room, jumping back from her.

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This would be the third time in a row that Jack ran into the same person on his run this morning. Each time, they still looked just as lost, if not more; So finally he decides to stop on his last lap around the small town, panting slowly as he reaches them, “Hey, so you need some help with anything?”

[not-prince-charming]

Riley noticed the man that had kept running past her. It would be hard not to notice him, he was muscular and at this point sweaty and incredibly good looking. What she hadn't expected him to do was to talk to her, or notice that she was lost. Tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear, she looked up at him. "Is it that obvious that I'm lost?" She chuckled, crinkling her nose as she turned to look around. "I'm on vacation with my family and I can't find our hotel."

[not-prince-charming]

I know I suck and I have like 20 things in my drafts, trust me, I've been trying to get my muse back. 

But I was wondering, what's your opinion on me adding a girl muse? I really want to...

[bensonwaverlyinc-deactivated201]

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"I think you’re rubbing off on me," Starla laughs and holds their hands up, looking at how their fingers lace with one another before she brings them forwards to place a small kiss on Skylar’s knuckles. "I haven’t blushed ever, I don’t think. Not even when my mother bought my first bra, and that was a nightmare." Her eyes widen comically at the memory before she laughs, "Oh god, he’s a big dumb animal really. He’ll try and intimidate you, but unless you hurt me physically, you’re apart of us. He’d make a good body guard though, huh?" She clicks her tongue before she scoots closer to Skylar, resting her head on his shoulder, "Thanks for coming over here by the way, and letting me teach you to swim."

[not-prince-charming]

"I might be. But I think you might be rubbing off on me as well. I mean, you did get me to conquer one of my fears earlier." He blushed as she kissed his hand, remembering the way her lips had felt on his cheek earlier and trying not to think about the way her lips would feel on his. "Really? Why was it a nightmare?" Skylar teased, nudging her. He followed her gaze out the window and shook his head. "Then he doesn't have to worry because I wouldn't hurt you." He watched her move closer and rest her head against him. "You don't have to thank me for that. Thank you for not laughing at me and kicking me out of your shop when I was completely and obviously out of my element."

[not-prince-charming]

sometimes the urge to die is  too strong

[bensonwaverlyinc-deactivated201]

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After looking behind her shoulder and saying that she was okay, Starla faces Skylar once again, “It’s just that… You seem to be having an affect on me. For some reason, you’re now making me blush, maybe I like you just a little bit.” She’s honest and smiling as she looks towards Skylar’s eyes, winking at him before she turns away to yell something to Jack who was now outside, cooking away. Once he’s got the meat on, he walks back in, washing his hands free from the juices that had seeped through the meat. “I think I’ve got it under control,” He says to Skylar with a smile, “Just hang out till it’s all done.” Then he’s back outside and Starla’s laughing again, “I think this is the first time today I’ve seen true fear on your face. Are you scared of my brother?” She asks and shakes her head, stepping forward to take Skylar’s hand, “Believe me, he’s mostly all bark and no bite.”

[not-prince-charming]

Skylar smiled like an idiot, looking over at Starla. "Well, I'm sure you've noticed that you have the same affect on me. Honestly, Star, I don't think I've ever blushed this much in my entire life."  He nodded, sipping his drink as he looked around before walking over to the couch and sitting down. He almost choked at Starla's comment. "No, what? Why would I be scared of your brother?" He looked down at her hand and moved his fingers so they interlocked with hers. "Maybe a little. He looks like he could just step on me if he wanted."

[sulezmer]

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"Look, we’re under the mistletoe."

[sulezmer]

"The cleaning lady decorated the house— I’m just living in it."

[not-prince-charming]

"I see it's no longer my cleaning lady."

[withourhxndstied]

snapchat // des

[withourhxndstied]

Kat: don’t you love me?

[not-prince-charming]

Des: Do I?

[volcanxes]

Theo shrugged, “I dunno, not really..” He spoke truthfully. “I don’t think it’d be very fun.”

[not-prince-charming]

"Alright." He nodded, laying back against the pillow. "It's your choice, I'd just be the cook." He laughed.