#swoledadenergy

[boysfromtheburbs]

@swoledadenergy continued from here: x

Richard's brow bunched in worry when Bruce lifted his head. Worried that the second they locked eyes again, that every desire would be painted on his face. That they would cross a point that neither of them would be able to come back from. "You really know just what to say, huh?" Richard asked, smile soft and voice feeble.

With a deep sigh, be brought his gaze back to Bruce's. It was now or never. Make a confession or allow his unspoken feelings to fester in his gut every time they locked eyes in a break room or brushed arms in a hallway. "You...ensnare me, Bruce. Every time you look at me, my body feels like It's on fire. I can't tell if I want you to kiss me or throw me against the wall and ravage me. I just...can't stop thinking about you. In every capacity."

Richard's hands found Bruce's and squeezed them softly. The cold metal of his wedding band was enough to drop them, but he didn't He squeezed them, instead. "...What do I do to you, Bruce?" The thought that whatever he was feeling was anything close to reciprocal had his heart beating out of his chest.

[twibound]

@swoledadenergy asked: 𝗕𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗕   ﹔   various  sentence  starters 👉 give it up for the rain. (for Felix)

" hell yeah, that's the spirit ! " the rain wasn't something that he was that used to. mainly because he always found himself indoor. so he looked up at the sky and immediately let his impulse get the best of him. he peeled off his shirt and tossed it back the way that they had been walking.

felix's arms spread out, broad figure taking up even more space all of the sudden. " give it up for the rain indeed. this feels so good! you should try it. " finally, his gaze washed over jon's body, looking at him to see what he would do next. " unless you're lying about liking the rain. " he wiggled his brows a bit.

[comiiical]

@swoledadenergy

"I have a pool party tonight and there's no choice in the matter whether I assist or not," Leander pointed, as he watched the other moving through the living room, "do you need anything cute and comfortable to be bought or not? Because this is the time to say you want something new for it."

[ofvanguards]

@swoledadenergy liked this for a starter and chose Arthur.

"To walk into a Mage's workshop— scratch that. To sneak into a Mage's personal space" he pauses, enunciating the last sentence as a warning "Isn't something most people would call Smart. Especially when said mage is slightly paranoid and has wards and boobytraps all around" Arthur lifts his gaze up from the scroll he's been working on for the past hour, finishing some touches to a small illustration without even looking at the parchment— yet, his demeanor is playful, welcoming despite the tone of his words. "I seem to recall your last words were 'never in a million years will I step foot on your tower, lest I end up hairless and bald', were they not, Sebastian?".

[vicedmuses]

@swoledadenergy gets cormac for nathan

getting into a bar fight was his version of a fun night. he wasn't going to lie about that. luckily, the other man was the one that was kicked out and not him. so he took his seat next to a rather attractive guy, glancing over at him. "can i buy you a drink?" there were some perks aside from not being kicked out that came to being in the biker gang. drinks were almost always on the house since this was the place they normally hung out with. not that the handsome man had to know that. "i'm cormanc by the way." he placed the ice back on his left hand and extended his right hand to shake the other's.

[raidersden]

Send me "Suck my dick." For my Muse's reaction to yours demanding this to them.

@swoledadenergy asked: "Suck my dick." (For Morgan from whoever you want 😘)

"Well, that's one hell of a greeting." The mechanic answered back with an amused scoff. Pushing himself away from the tail of his truck, where he'd been leaning, he looked around the abandoned back parking lot behind the bar he had just spent a few hours in before making his way towards the other man; and he made no attempt to hide the way his eyes dropped to shamelessly check him out as he approached; a smirk poised on his lips.

"You always this demanding," Morgan questioned, his tongue licking at his bottom lip, as he nodded at the man with genuine curiosity, "Or are you just messing with me?" Either way, he wasn't saying he wouldn't do as he was just told.

for: viktor; or patrick, or bruce, if you'd like a choice as well.

[veryfilthymen]

@swoledadenergy

Cody could play his heart out on the ice, every glide of his skates and every hit of the puck was embedded into his body. He could be a machine that was only designed to play hockey and he'd never get nervous. Once it was game time he could swallow his fears, his anxieties, the pressure leaves him because he had only one goal and that goal was all he had to focus on. Play, work with his team and win, hockey was easy, talking? That was far more hard for him. The team teased him for it, called him quiet like a dormouse. It was in good fun, but it still stung, his quiet nature and lack of social grace had always been an issue with his parents, especially his dad. It's why hockey was his passion, love and escape, it had been since he was a kid.

Unfortunately he couldn't be on the ice all the time, sometimes he had to be a man and converse with his coach. Vincent wasn't a bad man, far from it, Cody looked up to him sincerely, cared about him, and he felt that the man cared about him in return, but he still felt a knot in his stomach as his knuckles knocked against the door to his office. He didn't want to disappoint him, he was terrified of seeing the same look in Vincent's eyes that his own father always had.

It'd crush him.

"You wanted to see me, Coach?" He asks, voice rising to a more loud volume. The last thing he needed was to timidly talk in front of a man that could break him over his knee. "The guys didn't say what this was about, but they made it sound like it was bad. Did I do something?"

[ragtagrunaways]

For @swoledadenergy

"That didn't sound like a no." He'd always had a fondness for this position. A man of authority, a figure of power, just somebody that shoud hold all of the cards in a situation with a younger lover... Left trembling and gasping from him. He got off on the power if gave him, got off on how much need he could coax from most of them.

It was why he spent so much of his time exploring, until he found just where to apply pressure. Even just that first cut off groan when he found Nicholas's neck had been an indicator, and the way it tipped to the side to welcome his attention just encouraged him further.

He had absolutely no intentions of releasing that straining cock from it's confines himself. Palm pressing slowly against the swell of it, but barely enough stimulation to count. No, now he had a target.

"Or is it a case you're unsure, hm? Never had somebody so willing to keep playing with you just like this? Always forced them to hurry up when it starts getting too much?" His words were little more than a hushed whisper between laps of his tongue and teeth catching on the pert nipple.