#heldsecrets

[comiiical]

regeneration

It hadn’t been an easy move over. From their old shared appartment to that new one. Yes, New York was expensive, but Stephen was beginning to be able to afford it and still not make it look like he was sustaining his fiancé. The least he wanted to have was a mad Michael sleeping alone in the bedroom. But That wasn’t the smallest of their problems.

Stephen had been gathering more demons close to the new area, and the fact that he had not yet protected the house was more than showing. By the time he was about to do it, and had Mike’s hands being guided ─ he had made his goal to teach him some basic wiccan rituals for protection in case he was not around ─ he felt the thoughts of a demon coming over. In fear of anything happening to Mike, Stephen’s finger snapped, and his boyfriend got teleported away. In the meantime, and while Stephen had his fight, he saw necessary already to repalce a few wall papers and lamps left by the previous owners. 

After that, he didn’t remember much. Only that his clothes had been on his body before, and he now felt... larger in more than one sense of the word. “Michelangelo?” He voiced up, noticing not only that his voice sounded different, but so did his teeth against his tongue. “You can come down now.” I must have burnt my throat.

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[brok3nxdreams]

@heldsecrets. 🔥 + teasing (Nolan?)

They had been watching a movie curled up on the couch together. Nolan had an arm around Mike but the other slid underneath the blanket over their laps. As the movie continued to play he let his fingers trace along the other’s length in his shorts as if stroking the other’s dick was something he was doing absentmindedly but at the same time he was teasing Mike and he had nothing against doing so. He just wasn’t going to say anything to the other male.

[mensclub]

Put a ♪ in my ask box and I'll put my playlist on shuffle and make you a starter based on the next song that plays No Cut Snow tha Product @heldsecrets​

Fuck a lane we're not even in the same race,

The day had been long but and Spence was preparing himself for the upcoming summer Olympics. He was beyond excited to go back and defend his gold, he had won three different gold medals and was planning on taking them home again and maybe another one. He only had one thing on his mind, training.  He spent most of his time in the water, pushing himself to the limit. He found himself at the gym, even though it was suppose to be his rest day. He saw someone at his favorite squat machine, Spence was a creature of habit and walked over to it. “You almost done?” He asked with a smile.  

[abreedoftheirown]

@heldsecrets​ wanted some love from Curran

    Truth be told, downplaying his own intelligence was something Curran had done over the many centuries. It simply made people underestimate what you were capable of. Those who truly didn't know him would simply think he was some easily angered thick headed jock or uneducated southern hillbilly. Little did most know that he’d already become a doctor years ago and had many degrees under his belt. Integrating himself into the mundane world had even helped him through leaps and bounds when it came to creating new types of magic and brews. Pulling up his sleeves, Curran’s tail snaked out to grab an ingredient he required while a hand casually stirred away at the contents within his cauldron. Today he had some work to do for some of his regular and well paying clients. “Almost done I reckon’,” the warlock murmured to himself as he used a forearm to swipe some sweat away from his temple. Despite the workload however, he always made sure to make time for Mike. “How’re you feelin’ now darlin’? If ya’ still got a headache I could wip somethin’ up for ya.”

[fateofbrxs]

@heldsecrets​ based on this // Gideon & Mike

How was Gideon supposed to know he’d be bringing someone home? The guy, Mike he thought, had been absolutely trashed the evening prior. The guy had gotten so blacked-out that he couldn’t even speak cohesively. Once Gideon’s shift ended, he did his best to get the man into his car and get him back to his place. He’d gotten the other into his bed and checked on him a few times before passing out on the couch. Waking up in the morning, it appeared as though Mike had made it through the night without vomiting all over his bed sheets. Figuring he’d need it, Gideon started to cook some breakfast for him. Not too long after, he heard the other man walk out from his bedroom. “First of all, you’re an idiot. Second, we didn’t have sex if that’s what you’re wondering. Third, breakfast will be ready soon. So sit down.” 

[maleshaven]

⟼  @heldsecrets got you’ve got mail

It had been hard — his new night shift was affecting Michael’s schedule. Running errands and taking nature photography classes, added to the days he had to sleep to drive safely at night, was taking away most of his time. The result? A whole week without seeing his boyfriend, without having sex, without getting a miserable kiss. He stopped before his last delivery, dawn already breaking the horizon.

A voicemail. Frowning, Michael unlocked his phone and got surprised when he realised it was Mike. Why didn’t he just send a WhatsApp? Maybe it was because he had been driving the whole night. Maybe because of that week without seeing him. But the fact is that such voicemail did get him aroused. Was that Mike’s intention? He looked both sides. The place he stopped in was empty, so Michael unzipped his uniform trousers and moved down the elastic of his underwear, releasing a growin erection. With a sigh, he spit on his right hand and started to rub it up and down just as he played the message again, sometimes stopping just to cup his big, loaded balls and rub them too. That voice, those expressions. ‘Fuck’, he thought. After taking a picture of his erect cock, Michael decided not to send it. Instead, not even thinking of how late –or soon– it was, he made a video call to Mike. He had to see the result of that voice mail with something else that just a picture.

[aphuriians]

Continued from x with @heldsecrets!

 “Yes, Qui–?”  As Quince gently kissed Errol’s neck, he couldn’t help but stop short. Errol squeezed Quince’s hand as the man worked his way up- pressing soft kisses against his skin and sending shivers down his spine. When he pulled away to kiss Errol on the lips, Errol drew back a bit- things were moving very fast, here, goodness.  It wasn’t that he was uncomfortable- quite the opposite. He had always felt at ease with Quince, even when they’d just been friends. But, even so, Errol needed a few seconds to process what had just happened. He could feel heat rushing to his face as Quince leaned in for a kiss.

 Without thinking, Errol buried his face in Quince’s chest. Oh. He’d ruined the moment, hadn’t he? After a few seconds, Errol pulled away again. His face was red with embarrassment. He looked up at Quince, a small, sheepish smile on his lips.  “Er…..sorry, Quince;;” He said quietly.

[comiiical]

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Walking back into the bedroom,  Stephen laid in a pair of trousers and a quite unfixed hoodie, he had gone out for a quick run to clear his mind while he left Mike sleeping on the bed. And finding him still there only brought him to smile. It was not something he thought himself doing, at least not something he was thinking that would happen. And yet, there they went, with that silvery ring around his finger promising their future weds. 

With a calmer mind that the one he had before going out for a run, he removed the earpods from his ears and saved them for later. Leaning down he kissed his prince’s lips softly, “wake up, I need you to get ready for something.” He assured. Unplanned as it had been, he had asked him to call some days off and arrange them properly to the specific date. “I’ll let you choose if you want us to take a shower or bath first before we go on vacation.” He added, whispering voice as he stirred the other awake with another soft peck on the bridge of his lips.