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[pvlchramorte-blog]

“Mating press”

Send me “Mating press” and I’ll use a random number generator to write a nsfw starter of my muse pinning yours down and fucking them as hard as they can.

1. On a bed, be my muse’s bed, yours, or any other bed

It feels like a heat, like he’s a wolf in mating season and aching for the touch of skin on skin, and the press of heated bodies to one another. It was driving him insane, and once he’d finally made it out of work, he’d found his way to Junghwa’s, the man the only thing that had been on his mind throughout the entire day. It had been an absolute mess towards the end, and Myungsoo had thankfully noticed and let him leave early, and now here he was, shoving the taller male down onto the mattress with force, his fingers curling up within the locks of his hair as the creation slid himself up and over him. 

Moving to straddle his lover’s hips, his body settling into Junghwa’s lap as he leaned down to connect their lips, kissing needy, his bare frame pressing down against the other’s own. It was easy maneuvering himself in the other’s lap until he could feel his cock press against him, and without hesitation he’d eased his body down, until every inch of him was nestled inside wet heat. He trembled, pausing for just a second to exhale a low groan and catch a bit of breath before his hips began to rock, walls clinging to his shaft with movement, and then he’s once again muffling his moans against Junghwa’s lips.

[pvlchramorte-blog]

[txt > ethalion] uh.. hey.

[ text; hunk ] ..... ?[ text; hunk ] did someone find this phone?[ text; hunk ] who is this?

[envxe-blog]

@chizoku

       “You seem troubled.” 

Maybe it’s not the best way to start a conversation, but Ethalion has never really been too great at socializing -- or at the very least, starting social situations in the proper way. Mismatched hues flicker over the other’s features, a glitter of concern shining within the warmth of his gaze; even if this man was a stranger, it didn’t mean Ethalion cared any less -- in fact, i sort of made him care even more, not knowing who he was. 

“I know it might sound odd, but I’ve found that sometimes airing out your problems with a stranger can be quite helpful... If you need someone to lend an unbiased shoulder, it would be no trouble.”

[envxe-blog]

@kxminari

You’d think that for a powerful, beautiful creation gifted with abilities unprecedented, that he’d be a little more graceful. But that’s hardly the case in this situation, and among balancing bags upon his arms full of food to give to the animal shelter, he finds he loses his own balance upon an uneven raise in the concrete. It’s incredibly unfortunate, and for someone like him, quite embarrassing, though that kind of emotion isn’t something he feels very often, and it’s not one he feels now, even as he crashes into the sidewalk, knocking someone over in the process while he goes down. 

[envxe-blog]

@santoriniians

      The male seems to be meditating, sitting atop the water, calm, surrounded by tendrils of swirling water, some that seem wrapped around his lithe frame, keeping his half-naked body tied to the surface. His breathing is slow, mismatched eyes shut, white hair blowing gently across his forehead; a picture of peace, decadence in the form of calm silence.