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Full Glory || Roman & Kurt (11/30)

After a nice and thorough shower, Kurt applied a mild amount of cream all over his naked skin while looking himself in the mirror. There was a warm thrill running under his skin when he thought about what would happen that night. He was excited to find out.

He left his room and made his way up the stairs to where the Dom suite was. He was completely naked as he knocked on the door and kneeled down, eyes also lookong down. The idea of a glory hole while having his dick in a cage thrilled him more than he thought it would.

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Do Your Worst | Román & Archer

Archer glanced up and down the hallway to make sure there was no one nearby to see him kneel in front of Román's door. He felt the need to be put in his place, and he knew that Román wouldn't hold back... but he also didn't need the world seeing him so eager to submit. Seeing that the way was clear, he knelt and quickly knocked on the door. "Hey, Sir," he said when the door opened a moment later. "Safe word's the traffic light system. I'm ready when you are." @romanlodge

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say anything // marnie & roman

The allure of a clear, mildly blue day may have coaxed Marnie out into the open, but the heat of the afternoon sun turned out less friendly than she had hoped. She ducked into the nearest store in search of a few minutes of cool air, removing beads of sweat from her forehead with the back of one hand as she entered. The tinkling of a bell above the door and the stale scent of old books met her as she began browsing the shelves. Disorganized stacks of books were cramped into every last bit of space, making it impossible to identify many of the titles. But in her years of experience, sometimes the best thing was to let the right book find you. So Marnie chose a nearby shelf, reached out a hand, and seized a book at random.

A well worn copy of A Farewell to Arms. She had never been one for classics, so she tried again. This time, a small book on basic algebra. Once again, the subject didn’t appeal to her, but there was something charming, almost enticing about the dog eared pages and margin-scribbled notes. Frowning slightly at the two books in her hands, she turned to the man behind the counter.

“Any, uh, any recommendations other than these?” she tried, lamely holding out the two books for him to see. “I like to pick at random but it didn’t really work this time.”

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@stefanhood: @phoenixirwin ah mirá vos que bien. Acá nosotros pasándola bomba en el patio de tu casa porque todos nos aman.

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All she had wanted was a cup of hot chocolate. The desire for something warm was what had lured her out of the camp base established in the university’s science department. It hadn’t occurred to her that the electricity would cut out and she would be left in the darkness.

She was on edge already as she shuffled around the building, her trademark smile no longer adorning her face. Through the darkness she could just make out a figure, lanky and tall, resting against a wall just down the dark hallway. She mumbled a mousy ‘hello’ before attempting to continue on her way past, but by the way the person stepped slightly in front of her she guessed that maybe that wasn’t what they had in mind. A rough hello from the person told Sophie she was standing in front of a guy. ‘He seems nice enough,’ she thought to herself, ‘Maybe he just needs some direction, maybe he has a flashlight’.

It took Sophie about 5 minutes to realise this guy, apparently called ‘Luke’, didn’t need directions at all and did not have a flashlight. She began wringing her hands around and around, hoping that she could find some polite way of escaping from this uncomfortable situation. At a loss of what to do she smiled forcibly and trying to think of some way to tell this guy she wasn’t interested, at all.

And almost as if he had heard her thoughts Roman walked down the hall, torchlight and all. Sophie wanted to move towards him however the other’s boy’s glare made her as still as a statue. “Roman?” she asked, the wavering in her voice betraying how uncomfortable she felt. “That you?”

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Little Beans

There was something familiar about having Roman sleeping in the same house as him once more. Even if that sleep was induced by alcohol and blood loss, it was the same, and it was enough that Josiah slept without any nightmares for the first time in years. Such a strange sensation, to wake up without needing to scramble for his inhaler in the middle of the night.

He’d needed it when he’d awoken though, because the reality of the situation had crashed down upon him, and his panic had been thick and real within his throat. To panic over the lack of animosity was such a silly thing, but he’d expected Roman to hate him, to strike him. Kill him, perhaps, and that lack of action had put him on edge.

Shifting nervously from foot to foot on the cool floor of his kitchen, the same coffee cup had been turned over and over in his palms for quite some time. The coffee pot blinked quietly at him from its perch, but Josiah was too lost within his nerves to notice it or the presence of the other man in the house. Instead, breathing stifled and quick, there was a tightness in his chest that hadn’t worsened but wouldn’t go away, and his fingers clenched hard on the soft cream painted ceramic, thumb trying to dig into the sweeping black lines of the prancing dog.

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&&. bright eyes - roman x connie

Connie was sitting on the sofa in the library, her face stuck in her newly bought book that she was really excited to read. It was a quiet day in the library, a fact that Connie didn't miss as her eyes scanned the area. Her dark gaze settled on a head of blonde hair, and she tried to focus on her book as the head kept on popping into her view.

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