#desirespeaks

[blcndecvrls]

@desirespeaks <3

the blonde boy notes how dyson's eyes fall to his hands as soon as the words are free from his own lips. that had not been the reaction he was expecting to such a confession of devotion, something that had taken the younger more guts than he was sure that he even possessed to make. a panic sets in, could it be possible that he had read things between them entirely rather WRONG?

his own eyes fall lower as the man begins to speak, though oliver is not fully listening he must admit. for in his head dyson is rejecting his offer, and he would quite prefer not have the exact words burned forever into his memory. his stern tone of voice is enough to assure the boy that he said the wrong thing –- and he is embarrassed. his face begins to burn hot, a red flush stains fair freckled cheeks and he can feel far too many eyes on him.

he wants nothing more than to get up and leave, but dyson's presence commands that he remain. ❛ sorry. ❜ his voice is quiet when he speaks, shining green eyes are still yet to raise to meet dyson's, fixed instead on his own hands as they squeeze and wring in his own lap. these nerves, this awkwardness, seems to radiate now from olly's entire being. ❛ i'm  sorry.  i  should  ...  go. ❜

[etxrnaleclipse]

A List of Casual Yet Intimate Interactions @desirespeaks said: [ STROKE ] sender absentmindedly plays with receiver's hair while they're focused on another task (from Cam to his husband)

"You really are completely sucked in by that thing, aren't you?" Quinn chuckled as he watched his husband, lost in the pages of the book he had been reading. He loved seeing how Cam would become engrossed in the stories he read, the fiction a good escape for both of them from the shit that they dealt with each day. Sitting up from where he had been lying, he stood up and slowly moved over towards where the other sat, scooting in beside him so that he could lay his head in Cam's lap.

"Don't mind me." Quinn whispered, letting out a soft sigh as he settled, feeling his husband's hand resting in his hair, tenderly carding through the dark locks there. It was a position that he would often find himself in, enjoying the soothing nature of Cam's hand stroking over his hair. He knew that if he stayed there long enough, he would eventually fall asleep.

[lonelyheartedheathens]

@desirespeaks | Liked for a Joseph Starter Based on: X

The situation they found themselves in was...maybe a little odd. When they met on the app, they hadn't even exchanged names. The other man had come over to his place, they'd hooked up, he left. Things went on. But then they got in contact again, rinsed and repeated.

He still didn't even know the other's name. Which was okay. He just defaulted to pet names so he could call him something. He was well aware this was completely casual, but that didn't mean he was going to be dismissive of the other if they weren't having sex. So he didn't mind when the other wound up sleeping over after their last tryst.

He'd been quiet enough sliding out of bed in the morning so he didn't wake the other. He showered, dressed, made his way to the kitchen. The coffee was already brewed and he was making breakfast when the other man finally padded in to the kitchen.

"Morning," he said, offering a small smile. "There's coffee if you want some. And breakfast soon if you want some."

[writtenmen]

nsfw sentence starters . 　　↳    ❛   i want you inside me.   ❜   ( for craig, from your choice. )

　　one moment, craig was talking with some pretty boy at the pub. the next, he had said pretty boy inside his empty box truck, face pressed against the cold steel while the driver ate his ass like he was starving. beard scratching those pale cheeks as he let his tongue push against the tight entrance, hands holding him still by the hips, slapping him just to have him moaning louder.

　　from what he could remember, the man was an author. rich, married, with no fucking reason to be on the lowlife bar where craig had found him. stefan, was it? he could not remember, he was already three beers in by the time their eyes connected for the first time. not by the bar, mind you, but at the urinals. craig was no stranger to cruising, being constantly on the road had taught him a thing or two. and the way this uptown boy had set his eyes on him, it was clear he was not there just because. they went back to the bar, shared a few drinks, and moved on to what they boy really wanted. without lube though, the trucker's tongue would have to do.

　　"yeah, baby?" he chuckled, pushing away from his ass and standing once again, pressing his own bare chest against stefan, hands taking care of his belt in the meantime. "i could tell..." he was not much of a talker, opting to lean closer and lick the author's ear. moving his tongue down to the neck, gently sucking while his cock, heavy and hard, sprung free out of his trousers. the tip already leaked, hand slapping its weight in between stefan's buns.

@desirespeaks

[retriibutions]

@desirespeaks liked my sc. gif cred.

the youngest of smurf's sons looks at the person before him, a brow raising in quiet question. he pulls a cigarette out of it's box, lights it, and takes a drag.

"you got a staring problem or something?"

[modcrnspirits]

fetish meme: watersports (for ulysses)

send me a fetish you can see my character having meme.

And they’ll rate it: 

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

[armoredone]

prompts ( always accepting ) @desirespeaks: now i know what you are.

Awaking from a nightmare was par for the course, memories of gunfire and the loss of friends, the taste of metal on his tongue or the thick smell of smoke clinging to his nostrils. Reiner was used to that, what he wasn't used to was a heartbeat that wasn't his own or a warm body clinging to him upon waking and the feeling of unfamiliar arms around him sends him into a bit of a panic, bolting from the bed and beelining for his bathroom where he dry heaves into the toilet for a good five minutes until he gathers enough courage to look at his face in the mirror. The pathetic reflection of whoever stared at him wasn't a face he liked, a veteran, a son, a friend, a survivor, a firefighter. They were all adjectives that described him and yet none of them fit, there were far more harsh words he could use, disgusting being one of them.

Steeling himself, Reiner pads back into his bedroom, immediately grimacing when the man in his bed was awake and staring at him, and worse he had seen that display. A scarlet flush crosses the blonde's cheeks and rises to his ears at the memories of their night before, and Reiner wasn't self hating enough that he wouldn't admit that the sex had been fantastic, like any other time he allowed himself to get lost in the moment, enjoy the feel of a hard body against his own, relishing the freedom and tasting what he truly wanted only to give into his fear and insecurities the next morning after yet another nightmare. His mother's words echoed in his mind, harsh and unwavering, defective. He was not fulfilling god's purpose, her purpose, by sleeping with a man.

Staring at the handsome stranger . . . Ethan? Reiner recalled, he nearly jumps when the man speaks, hustling over to his closet to grab a new set of clothing. " Yeah? What am I? Don't mince words, I'd love to hear someone else say it for once. You going to call me disgusting? A freak? An abomination? Don't hold back. "

[mieczlw]

@desirespeaks ♡'d for a starter .

" i don't remember the last time i was this hungover. "