#disccrd

[willyoustilllovemeifimbroken]

@disccrd

Kyle was going to sing for an open mic concert and his current boyfriend who always had something snide to say about everything and everyone and was kind of a pretentious dick took things too far tonight talking about Kyle's lack of talent compared to the original artist. He normally let things go but he lacked the will nor strength to let it slide. He had something saved just for this occasion. Before going on he switched the tracks and got up on stage.

"This is dedicated to my now ex boyfriend Ryan. Say hello to everyone Ryan."

Clearing his throat he began,

"Fuck you and your mom and your sister and your job

And your broke-ass car and that shit you call art

Fuck you and your friends that I'll never see again

Everybody but your dog, you can all fuck off

I swear I meant to mean the best when it ended

Even tried to bite my tongue when you start shit

Now you're textin' all my friends asking questions

They never even liked you in the first place

Dated a girl that I hate for the attention

She only made it two days, what a connection

It's like you'd do anything for my affection

You're goin' all about it in the worst ways

I was into you, but I'm over it now

And I was tryin' to be nice

But nothing's getting through, so let me spell it out

A-B-C-D-E, F-U

And your mom and your sister and your job

And your broke-ass car and that shit you call art

Fuck you and your friends that I'll never see again

Everybody but your dog, you can all fuck off

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

A-B-C-D-E, F-U

You said you just needed space and so I gave it

When I had nothin' to say you couldn't take it

Told everyone I'm a bitch, so I became it

Always had to put yourself above me

I was into you, but I'm over it now

And I was tryin' to be nice

But nothing's getting through, so let me spell it out

A-B-C-D-E, F-U

And your mom and your sister and your job

And your craigslist couch and the way your voice sounds

Fuck you and your friends that I'll never see again

Everybody but your dog, you can all fuck off

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

A-B-C-D-E, F-U

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

A-B-C-D-E, F-U

And your mom and your sister and your job

And your broke-ass car and that shit you call art

Fuck you and your friends that I'll never see again

Everybody but your dog, you can all fuck off"

[asterxles]

@disccrd

“Sucking dick is a hobby.”

“Now that you mention it, that does sound like a fun hobby. How does one go about it, exactly?” Aster smirked, “Will you teach me?”

[scarred-up-angel]

The Land of Last Resort

Jonathan had shrunk further and further into himself, after the death of his and Z’s parents. He was barely willing to leave Z alone for more than a few hours at a time, wanting to hold onto his brother no matter what. But they couldn’t hold onto the house, not the property, not anything. Too young, too separate from their extended family, and before Jonathan had known what was going on, they were sent to an orphanage.

That wouldn’t...it might not be the worst thing in the world. In a few years, Z would be an adult, and he could look after them. But he didn’t like the place they’d been sent to, at all. It seemed wet and cold, just sort of oozingly damp in all respects.

Jon pressed himself to Z’s side, staring up at the man who ran the place, Mr. Hoffman. They didn’t look similar, exactly, but there was something about Mr. Hoffman that reminded Jon of him and Z’s father, that same horrible looming sensation.

@disccrd

[modcrnspirits]

closed starter: @disccrd​ / cian & z

The air inside the pub was heavy. Too many people drinking and talking out loud. It was good old fun and Cian felt energetic. This translated in a hard on that bulged his worn out jeans and made him even more flirty than usual. He was caressing, under the table, Z’s thighs. It was a dangerous move. They weren’t in a necessarily gay-friendly pub and most men there could come and find trouble with them if they wanted. Not that Cian was afraid, but it wasn’t like he could simply use his powers like that. Still, Z was hot and the way he looked at him made Cian melt. “Let’s go outside.” He left first, holding his pint and stepping out in the cool air of the beginning of Autumn. As soon as they were alone and the shouting of drunkards was shut down by the heavy wooden door, Cian went straight to the point. “Wanna fuck?”

[brotherfuckr]

@disccrd bullied me into a starter (a menace!)

Iggy kept stealing glances up at Mr. Jameson, feeling guilty for keeping him this late after class. It was meant to be a tutoring session, some worksheets to figure out where he was struggling, but it had been nearly an hour and he was the only one still sitting there, the classroom nearly emptied out. “I’m sorry,” he said, flipping over the paper, head shaking. “I’m almost done, I just--I don’t--” His laugh was nervous, a little bit higher pitched than his speaking voice. “I have no idea what I’m doing.” Face red, he pushed back his chair, letting out a quiet huff. “I read the questions, I picture them in my head, then... Nothing. I might as well be reading Greek.” 

His eyes flicked up, lips pursing. “Sorry, I don’t want to waste your night.”

[vigilantesx]

I MISREAD IT. "Right here!" for Warren!

SEND ME “RIGHT HERE” FOR A PUBLIC SEX THEMED SENTENCE STARTER! || @disccrd

"Let me come in the changing room and help you out of that."

[realbcys]

CLOSED starter for @disccrd​.

“Nope, absolutely won’t do,” Hector said, shaking his head back and forth. He sounded annoyed. He was always annoyed with the princely little snot. He’d worked for him for years. Well not, him. His father. He was the groundskeeper, maintenance man, part-timer babysitter. You name it, he did it. Paid well, too. But one of his duties was always to chaperone this delightful fucker whenever his dad needed an errand done right.

Like getting a suit last minute for a high dollar function that would be shot by the press.

You couldn’t wear just anything for that kind of stuff. You needed to have something tailored. Which is how Hector ended up toting his charge into a dressing room at a Joseph A Bank. "You can’t wear boxers under a suit. You ruin the lines. Your boxers will bunch up weird and the pants will have a visible line.” Hector was all business today. “Hang up that suit, I’ll go grab a couple underwear options that won’t get you ratio’d on twitter for having granny panties.” Hector turned to leave, “When I come back, I expect to see those boxers off your body!” The phrase had a lingering threat attached, one of those ‘or else’ tones buried under the words, but Hector never revealed what exactly he would do if the man’s son disobeyed...

[carnalxfates]

@disccrd replied to your post: I really like your interactions with Multi &...

I’m just here for the porn. I mean what.

and here i was thinking that we have something balls deep. i am hurt.

@strikingindie replied to your post: I really like your interactions with Multi &...

granted all the fun, laughter, and happiness is about said porn and trash >.>

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