#m!m

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"How'd you two meet?" Gaz asks while their eating dinner at the pub. Ghost just hums before eating a bite of his sandwich.

"Well...I was taking out my trash, and he was just sorta there?" Soren said like it was the normal for someone like Ghost to be stalking garbage bins.

All eyes cut to Ghost who pauses eating.

"He was cute. I wanted em." He says then resumes eating.

[bluemiing]

an idea jusf crossed my mind-

cw: slightly somnophilia

• Where A and B are sleeping together (really) and middle-night A starts to have a wet dream. By this, A makes some noises such as whimper/murmur/moan and then B wakes up by the sounds plus by the feeling of something hard touching their skin

Here I'd like to make A chatacter as Hanniel and B as Gael just bcause- yes.

Idk how they can continue, tho.

May Gael just stares at Hanniel as the later enjoy himself in dream; or if Gael touches Hanniel just to see how he would react, but doesn't really do smth afraid Hanniel will wakes up.

gosh, please-

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Rush Rush

(Jack x Roland)

Warnings- m!m sexual acts: oral sex, mutual masturbation, digital penetration

A/N- Jack and Roland scandalize the Mystery novels with a little boy on boy love.

Roland was engrossed in a mystery novel he had picked up in a hidden nook of Jack's shop. He was so sucked in that he managed about half the story by the time Jack muffled a goodnight to his last customers. The jingling bells above the door were a distant nuisance to Roland while he bit his lip and turned yet another page. There was just a hint of awareness that some other body now occupied this same space.

An arm circled Roland from behind and pulled him back into the person who snuck up on him. Another lifted his chin towards the ceiling. His head fell back, eyes closed as warm lips pressed to his throat.

“This isn't a library, Mr Flaugherty. There's a price if you want to read all day in my shop,” the voice was low and suggestive. Then the mouth it came from nibbled at Roland's ear.

“Mr. Mason that may be something I'm willing t’pay.”

Roland leaned into Jack's kisses that progressed the length of his neck to his Adam’s apple that bobbed as he swallowed. Jack suctioned his lips to it and teased a moan from the man in his arms. A moan that only encouraged Jack to suction harder as he let fingers brush along the hair from Roland’s stomach to just inside his jeans.

“Are ye randy or something?” the Irishman teased.

Roland’s own hand clasped Jack's and together they rubbed over the bulge in his pants. Then, reaching behind he repeated the motion on Jack himself. His grip tight on the rapidly formed erection. Their hips swung ever so slightly from side to side in rhythm with the friction.

“You could be called that,” Jack growled. He unzipped Roland’s jeans and dove inside to grab his cock properly.

Roland put his hands out to brace himself on a bookshelf. He moaned and bucked into Jack's hand. His body thrust forward to allow the grip to slide down the length of his shaft. Once down as far as he could reach, Jack playfully squeezed Roland’s balls. The Irishman mutter a fuck to his partner’s satisfaction.

Jack thought about everything that made him twitch and squirm under Rin’s touch or his own when he jerked off. The tight clenched stroke up and down followed by his thumb circling the head like he did his fiancée’s clit. He even teased the slit slick too.

Roland lost himself like he had in the book. Then he grew quickly frustrated at his own inability to reciprocate. All he could muster was bracing himself on the bookshelves. The medium was always taking command. Like now.

Roland allowed Jack to work his jeans over his hips and use a knee to spread Roland’s legs further apart. He heard the tinkle of a belt buckle and a zipper as he opened. Jack's hand never ceased it’s work on Roland’s cock which only grew harder, if that was all possible, at the anticipation of being fucked near the Agatha Christie novels. Would she be scandalized? Probably not.

The musician held his breath and bent forward some so that his ass stuck out towards Jack. He leaned forward so that his forearms anchored his body on the books. His fingers dug into the woods shelving as Jack pushed his forehead into the back of Roland’s neck and slipped two fingers inside of him. All of the air left his lungs.

He succumbed easily to Jack sliding his fingers in and out swiftly. He had become so good at hitting the spot that brought Roland to ecstasy almost immediately. An expert at getting him to release without ever laying a hand on Jack in return.

He didn't recoil from Roland, it was like that with their girlfriend too. Jack enjoyed using his dominance to get them off. He derived pleasure from making them cum. Hard. Watching them as they orgasmed (whether it was with him or Roland and Rin together), took Jack there too.

But now, as Jack readied to mount him, Roland changed his mind. He wanted to be on top for once. To finally penetrate his boyfriend in return and bring him that rapture Roland and Rin were gifted. So he took Jack by surprise.

It was beautiful the way Roland handled himself. A fluid motion, like a dance move, that entailed reaching back to get his hands on Jack's hips. From there he held on and spun him around so that his back was to the shelves. Roland managed to lift Jack's arms above his head and pin him to everything by his wrists. Even Roland was surprised it worked. The man between his arms both growled and moaned in exasperation and desire.

Roland held his face inches from Jack's. He leaned forward so that he could tease Jack with his hardened cock. His fingers traced along the veins of the shaft of Jack’s erection. Roland’s mouth not quite touching his skin as he held the medium pinned tight. Then he dove his tongue as far in Jack's mouth as he would allow. Lips leaving him breathless as the Irishman let them track down Jack's neck to his collarbone.

"I would like fuck you,” Roland breathed as he grabbed Jack's hips and thrust them away from the wall.

“Ca-can Rin do it first?” Jack's question came out worried and small. As if he braced himself for Roland to be angry or hurt.

“Fair play. The two of ye have been t’gether a long time. I can do other things.”

Roland let go of Jack's wrists to push his shirt up only to get a taste of his skin. He licked at Jack's neck before lightly tonguing Jack's nipples. He continued down over the stomach and wrenched the boxers completely to the floor.

Roland looked up at Jack and stuck his index and middle fingers in his mouth. He licked them with a coy smirk and reached around. The hips in front of his face bucked when the musician teased him suddenly. Roland slid them inside of Jack and wasted no time taking the entire length of the erect cock in his mouth.

Jack pulled at Roland’s head and wrenched it forward so that he felt him gag slightly. He was too wrapped up in what was happening from both angles to care. For once. His body contorted instead from the mouth sucking him off and the fingers reaching what he assumed was that spot. The mythical male G spot. Jack thrust to the back of the Irishman’s throat again.

Yet Roland didn't seem to mind. He simply took it, vacuumed harder and moved his head back up Jack's cock deliberately. Used his teeth to graze where the shaft met the head just enough to elicit extra slickness. He lapped at it and the veins that made ridges along erection.

Jack widened his stance so his boyfriend had better access. He sang praises between growled breathing when Roland found that rhythm he discovered in every living thing. Taking Jack in until his nose grazed the soft hair that covered his pelvis. He worked his fingers in and out massaging his boyfriend simultaneously.

Oh how Jack could only marvel and beg Roland to go further and faster.

Then, without warning, Jack pushed Roland away. “I'm gonna cum,” he panted. His gesture meant to prevent the other man from taking a mouthful of that too.

“Good.” Roland’s fingers massaged and fucked Jack faster. “I don't mind y’know. Wouldn't want it t’get anywhere.”

So Jack was consumed once more until he exploded in Roland’s mouth. Who wiped his mouth with the back of his free hand. Then stood and helped Jack fix his jeans. Their mouths touched with a lightness even though one delved his tongue far into the other's mouth.

The men relaxed into a lazy hug. Their foreheads pressed together after the kiss as Roland nuzzled Jack’s cheek with the tip of his nose. He hoped his partner felt, at the very least, the erotic satisfaction he and Rin were brought to every time. That he could satiate Jack until the next time.

Now Jack moved to peck the nose that had come to rest on his cheek. “Thank you,” his whisper was hoarse.

Roland just giggled. He knew that sentiment.

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[madat-55]

Tbh modest is an idiot there is something I don't understand too like if he wanted the boys to sign another contract for more years with them then wtf they didn't treat them better ? Like not even harry that was their star was getting better treatement because he was made in a womanizer like why in 2013 they didn't listened to the boys about not wanting to do a lot of merch or doing a lot of concerts , movie , promo and let them write their own songs and not make shitty imagens to keep them??

Hello my Anon and this is what I meant when I told you that M!M had no plan for the Boys to last long. They were planning to set them up ike the other arists they represented with a “shelf life” of a couple of years maximum.

Luckily for the Boys and unluckily for M!M, we came along and decided to adopt them! and the rest, as they say, is Histoy.!!!

M!M is certainly not bright, or they would have changed their policy and made certain that the Boys were happy with their management.  The fact that the boys (all except Niall who is developing the Modest golf agency by picking up artists) were very badly pressed and reacting to such pressure, gave no clue to M!M that they should loosen up the nose. So when the Boys were able to do so, the cage door opened and the birds flew away! 

So yes, my Nonnie, you can definately say that M!M is indeed an adiot! And an unrepetant one!

[unknownxmofo]

when the most exciting thing to happen in the fandom in 84yrs is the band page getting hacked

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Reset tying his tye while speed walking down the hall. It looks terrible. Price barking out to stop has him freezing. Price tying his tie for him, bodies to close together. Resets face heating as Price smoothes the fabric of his uniform.

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