#cursedartiste

[tragiichearts]

@cursedartiste ♥’d for the lame

          “ i’m not saying it did or didn’t happen -- but it probably did... ”

[exsolutoque]

@ofangerissues and @cursedartiste and ricky and hernando as beacon hills’ next pack, y/y??

[trxplehelix]

@cursedartiste liked this for a starter

“So on a scale of one to ten, how likely are you to eat our cat when it gets close to the full moon?” Now in retrospect, that probably wasn’t the first thing anyone wanted to answer first thing when they woke up in the morning, but subtlety was never really Matt’s forte. The question had occurred to him at around 4am that morning, and the witch had been unable to let it go. So here he was, laying on top of Zeke’s chest, asking questions about his self-control. “I mean, am I gonna have to lock you in a crystal cage? Or just like, orb you into the middle of the woods and just leave you there all night?” Tilting his head, Matt listened to the sound of movement downstairs. “Oh, and I think breakfast is ready.”

[mccallofthewild]

😲

Send a 😲 for your muse to walk in on mine masturbating!

Scott had his phone propped up, playing a loop of a video message that his favorite artist had sent to him. It was simple, Zeke giving a big goofy smile and adjust his glasses as he sweetly proclaimed that he missed Scott when they were apart for the holidays, but it was more than enough for the true alpha to be leaning over his bathroom sink, pumping away at his cock in quick jerking motions. “Miss you too, baby. Fuck, Zeke... You’re so fucking pretty...” He panted, not even noticing that he’d been interrupted.

[mccallofthewild]

@cursedartiste

Continued from here.

The afternoon was pretty much perfect. The day was beautiful. Blue skies, green as far as the eyes could see in the park, his boyfriend settled comfortably in his lap, leaning back into his grasp. At least until the strange guys kept staring their way. And Zeke’s answer didn’t help. Zeke dated the guy once? He believed Zeke implicitly, but that didn’t stop Scott’s mind from wondering what might have been. But mostly, he wondered what it was that would make Zeke react like that. The scowl, the lack of interest in even looking at the man for more than a moment. What had that guy done to his boyfriend?

Quietly, Scott pulled away from Zeke, climbed to his feet and walked to the taller man. They spoke briefly, but when Scott walked away, he paused, catching the ball they’d been playing with and shredding it to pieces before he walked back to his artist and pulled him back into his lap as though nothing had happened at all.

“I think we should head to that cafe for lunch. You know, the one with the coffee you love and the great pastries? How’s the art coming, Zeke? I’m not in any rush to go. Today’s great.”

[trxplehelix]

@cursedartiste continued from here

All these sexual escapades were quite new to Zeke, so suffice to say having sex with the potential of getting caught had turned him on a lot more than he’d thought it would. Needless to say, the moment Matt had given him those bright blue bedroom eyes Zeke had him up against the wall with his cock buried deep inside that infuriatingly perfect ass. A surprisingly large hand had clamped over the witches mouth when those moans had risen in pitch with Zeke’s hips increasing with speed and ferocity. It being so close to the full moon, the artist was unable to hold back his ruthless fucking. However, when those pearly white teeth of Matt’s suddenly bit into the side of his hand, he couldn’t hold back the loud and lewd moan that had torn passed his lips. Their words have heat flaring on his cheeks, a soft growl of protest following suit. “You’re the one howling like a banshee, and you know what biting does to me,” he hissed out with a harsh whisper, hips never faltering as eyes flashed purple and teeth teasingly clamped around the back of Matt’s neck.

When Zeke had confessed to being a virgin, Matt had expected him to be unsure of exactly what to do. The cursed mortal had been willing, of course, but the witch figured he would need some direction. Well, all those thought were literally fucked from his head as the artist thrust himself in and out of the witch like he had been made for him. Legs spread and arms braced against his bedroom wall, Matt had been unable to keep himself quiet as Zeke pounded those filthy sounds from his mouth. The bite had been accidental, but the moan his friend had given almost had the witch cumming then and there, and Matt made a note of that for later. Pushing himself back, he met each of Zeke’s ruthless thrusts eagerly, pressing against the man’s chest. “I- fuck... didn’t think... it’d do... that.” He admitted sheepishly, dropping his head forward. Slowly the witch reached a hand down and stroked himself, whining as his orgasm drew ever nearer. When he felt Zeke’s teeth biting at the back of his neck, another moan, loud and needy, tore itself from his throat. “Fuck! If you keep that up... I’m... I’m gonna...”

[mccallofthewild]

🔥 – grinding against them

Scott was never confident in his dancing. Even less so when it came to Zeke. Somehow, the awkward man who never seemed comfortable in his own skin suddenly seemed to get it once a rhythm started flowing through him. He was beautiful -- all the time -- but there was no doubt on the dance floor. How did no one else seem to notice before he came along? Scott leaned back into Zeke, a grin on his lips as he attempted to move with the nerdy man’s rhythm. Maybe the darkness and flashing lights would be distracting enough that no one would notice how awkward he looked.