#defymydarkness

[torquethrust]

dark star | nathaniel mill | 👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare @defymydarkness​

Torque didn’t dream much anymore, certainly not as much as he might have as a kid. He used to have to vivid, bright dreams of being special. Being a hero. Now that he was both of things and learned the reality of it all wasn’t as idealistic and joyous, there was no reason to dream. He loved what he did, what he built. Truly. The fun he imagined this life would be as a kid, however... it was gone. And that was fine.

But when he did dream, they weren’t dreams. They were nightmares. Visions of violence, seeing his colleagues harmed —and worse, killed— in excruciating ways. Why did it always have to be bad dreams he had, if ever? He wasn’t sure how he fell asleep on his couch, nor how Nathaniel found his way into his suite, but he was certainly glad to be woken from his darkness.

“Nate... hey,” he says groggily, coming to his senses. “Shoot, were we supposed to meet for those sparring lessons now? I dunno what happened, I fell asleep—”

[torquethrust]

dark star | nathaniel mill // [ spank ] your muse spanking mine

Torque didn’t know why he was doing this — he was never one for corporal punishment or physical reproach. Even in a kinky setting. He wasn’t even sure how he got into this position with Nathaniel. It was all one, long blur and he was lost in the fog. But there was one object he could fixate, and that was Nathaniel’s pale, fleshy buttocks, lightly accented with pink contact marks.

Marks formed by Torque’s heavy hand.

“You’ve been a bad boy, Dark Star,” Torque hears himself chanting. Since when did he refer to his colleagues by their aliases off the battlefield? Moreover, why were both of them fully naked and writhing against one another, covered in light sheens of sweat as he swatted Nathaniel’s pert rear with firm, confident slaps? And why did he like it?

One more hard smack and he’s coming, his white seed splashing against Nathaniel’s face below him. And then he wakes up in a cold sweat, embarrassed with himself.

@defymydarkness

[sparksflyitslike]

“Never have I ever... slept with a dude to get backstage at a concert.”

“Slept,” Danilo repeated right after the man was done speaking. “When you like that, it makes it sound romantic and shit. Not like I fucked someone in a stall of some grimy bathroom. I mean, I still got access backstage, so that’s all that matters, I guess.”

[ 1 shot in ]

[fenixfcrce]

🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch?

“I guess I’m more submissive… I just don’t feel comfortable taking charge and telling somebody what to do in general, especially not with sex…”

[torquethrust]

💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak?

“This guy I had a crush on high school. Tommy Thompson. Never had the balls to tell him how I felt, then he went and got himself a girlfriend…”

[thewardenofnature]

20A

Put a number & letter in my inbox ➤[ 20A ]

Julian enjoyed working with Nathaniel, he was one his closest friends. It had taken him awhile to see the other like that but when they were working on their last mission Julian finally saw him in that light. The tall male had ask the other for a few drinks and that night was amazing, at it did for Julian. When they arrived home, Julian found himself a little more drunk than normal. He couldn’t help but kiss him. One kiss led to another and more. Once their clothes was Julian lifted the much smaller male into his arms and pressed the tip of his cock against the other’s pucker. “I want you so bad.” He said as he slowly began to push, slowly sliding in. “Shit.” He said loving how tight it was. 

[fenixfcrce]

​dark star | nathaniel mill // 5A (smut starters)

Ramón often felt embarrassed by his natural tendency to assume a submissive role with his sexual partners. He knew how he must have looked to people: tall, strong, muscular. Guys like him were take-charge types who dominated their lovers like they were fighting them in war. Maybe it was just societal expectations mixed with his cultural upbringing that instilled certain beliefs about masculinity in him, but sometimes he wondered what it would be like to play the other side.

He just didn’t expect to do it with Nathaniel in this dream-like state, wherein he wasn’t sure if this was real or not.

Ramón came to some consciousness to realize he was the one thrusting into the other’s perky, supple ass with deep, driving strokes. (He hadn’t brought a strap-on with him to campus, yet he somehow found one attached to his person...) Even if he couldn’t feel the inside of Nathaniel’s ass like he would’ve if he could use his own dick to penetrate the other deeply enough, everything else about this rendezvous was there. The rush of testosterone, feeling his lover’s sweaty, tender body writhing with him, the smell of sex in the air—

It was all too much. Within moments, the friction stimulating his crotch on each thrust sent shockwaves through his body, rewarding him with a well-earned orgasm as his hip movements stilled against the other, panting for breath as he came down from his high.

“Fuck— was that real?”

@defymydarkness

[angelstormx]

“…this is gonna sound stupid, but did you bring any food with you?”

Answered Here.