& * THE STORIES

there's a fire that sparks in their chest, something sewed into their souls. growing up they were conditioned to act a particular way. bound together by the facades that their family put together for them. some took after them, appearing in the news or on gossip blogs. others tried their best to make their own names for themselves. the thing about being born into these families was that you could never escape. although, some have enough money to rewrite their whole lives and create their own identities after running away written by jay

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jeremy.

“Noted,” Jeremy replied before sharply inhaling. He wasn’t expecting that much attention to his nipple. The small bite in particular drew a rather loud groan from Jeremy. The kisses down his body made him even more pleased, even causing a chill to go down his spine. Paris was gorgeous and really knew how to make a man happy. “Maybe… five minutes? It usually isn’t that long,” Jeremy sighed as he felt his legs being pulled up. His hole tensed up as he felt the other man’s tongue move over it. His cock was throbbing more, now. It was leaking all over Jeremy’s stomach. “Fuck…” Jeremy grunted as he moved a hand to start stroking his length. Whatever length of time the last man he’d been with had done this, it was too long ago to remember correctly. All he knew was that Paris made him feel incredible. 

When he heard the man’s answer, he had to look up to make sure that Jeremy was actually telling the truth. Paris shook his head slightly, in disappointment both of the man’s previous partners and all of his experiences. “Well, that’s not what you’re going to be in for this time. I’m not going to stop eating you out until I at least make you orgasm once by doing so.” His eyes were filled with lust as he looked up at the witch. He made sure to keep an eye out on his reactions to see what he liked and what he didn’t like. Paris pulled back to spit on the whole before he continued to flick his tongue around the tight entrance. His hand were slowly rubbing Jeremy’s thighs while making sure to keep the man’s legs held up and in place. 

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mike.

despite not having been together for years, the passion was just as strong or even stronger since they last been together. they fell rather quickly into their old habits like they never forgot. as much as mike tried to push, lie and hide things from ezra, the male didn’t give up. in fact, it seemed to only fuel him to try harder which is how he got mike to crack. everything was out now, and it was going to be even more difficult to run now. mike wasn’t sure what that meant. ezra was his other half, mike had been so alone and lost since they broke up but being with ezra again made he feel complete.  ❛  understood. i don’t need or want anyone else, it’s always been you, ezra. ❜  he responded which was followed by a loud moan. his body craved to feel the man inside him. before mike even had a chance to respond, ezra was pushing himself into mike. he let out a loud moan as he gripped onto the sheets tightly. the pain and pleasure that came with being fucked was coming back.  ❛  e-ezra.  ❜  he moaned softly.

leaving what felt to be a normal life meant that ezra knew what he liked and disliked, what was right for him and what felt wrong. for the longest time now he knew that mike was one of those situations that just felt right. he knew that he was supposed to be with the man and he didn’t care how clingy he was going to come off, he wasn’t going to stop until he saw it too. the fact that he had several suspicions that mike was lying to him, trying to push him away, only made him try harder. ezra must have done something right, because eventually they ended up slipping right back into their old habits.  ❛  i don’t care what you say next time, i’m never going to let you go. there’s no way that you can get rid of me now.  ❜  there was still a lot that the two had to figure out, had to talk about, but right now they could afford to live in the moment. he moved his left hand up mike’s back the further inside that he pushed. his right hand spanked the man’s ass softly while pulling out, leaving everything but the tip inside.  ❛  tell me how much you want me.  ❜  ezra moaned out before he continued thrusting his hips, picking the pace back up.

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tanner.

“last time i left you alone on a spell of your making… and not your making, we ended up reading minds.” tanner pointed walking towards him, fingertips brushing up the other’s spine he looked in his direction. “what is it that you were going to do? maybe i’ll let you do it.” or maybe don’t. he thought, well aware that it’d get heard by him. 

“you say that like it’s a bad thing while i just happen to believe that it was meant to be.“ of course, kody was never going to admit to a spell going wrong. he was supposed to be good at those! he tilted his head back to look at tanner, smiling softly. “it was supposed to be a surprise, but i promise there’s no personal gain.” not that you’d care. tanner always did bring out his playful side.

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nate.

   the bass patriarch was suave, charming, mysterious, and dangerous - all characteristics that his son had inherited that had women like blair attracted to him. nate had always been so well behaved and the golden child of the upper east side, being the model son that every mother wanted their son to be like.. yet he couldn’t help but be attracted to somebody so corrupt and deadly. he was everything that nate wasn’t and more. “i mean.. i wouldn’t complain,” he mused with a playful smile before the two continued to make out in the elevator. undoing his own slacks, the socialite shook his head. “no, nobody has” he said before he pulled his pants down and boxers, revealing his virgin pussy and ass for the ceo to do what he wanted with. 

   having an eye everywhere in manhattan meant that he knew how all of them had turned out. chuck the playboy, serena the wild child, blair the perfectionist, and nate the golden boy. that’s why bart was rather surprised it was the one that the parents thought could do no harm that was coming onto him in the elevator. the one that seemed to be the most innocent, which only made him that much more tempting. “careful son, keep on saying things like that and you’re going to start needing a safe word around me.” breaking in virgins was starting to be a hobby for the ceo. bart moved his hand down, running his fingers over the clit and in between nate’s lips. “it’s your lucky day.” he quickly got down on his knees, threw the man’s leg over his shoulders and started working. with his index and middle finger, he softly pinched the food of the clit to get some stimulation going and then started to rub it. while looking up at nate, bart moved his mouth down to his hole, teasingly lapping his tongue around the entrance. 

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phoebe.

   it felt like phoebe was going to melt like butter with every touch that came from cole, it was so easy to fall back into these old habits with the demon. he was like an addiction that the halliwell just couldn’t kick, fully trying to not think of what prue would say when she found out what phoebe was doing. probably something about how she wasn’t shocked that phoebe would pick things up again after such a short time. giving out a soft moan as she felt his fingers toying with her clit, the witch was dripping wet in anticipation of getting fucked any second now. “fuck. i need you now”

   "careful there, keep talking like that and a demon is going to think you can’t even wait for me to eat you out before i start fucking you.” cole’s voice was low, seductive even. he was sleeping right back to the old habits that would get him kicked out of the brotherhood. the witch was just so damn tempting and they clearly had some form of a connection. the hand that was down by her warmth continued to tease her. he pressed a thumb against her clit, rubbing it slowly, and moved his middle and ring finger down to circle around her hole. cole’s free hand moved up to massage her breast, capturing the bud of her nipple in between his fingers and pulling it softly.

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tommen.

      it was all so surreal to have the world he had grown up in be flipped on its head with the coronation of his uncle renly - his mother had instilled some toxic and damaging ideals in her children and shaped them into damaged individuals in a very broken, dark world that they had to adapt around. he didn’t have to marry if he didn’t want to, he could be with a man if he wanted.. his mother would rip her own hair out of her head if she heard these things being told to him right now. “really?” he was curious about what it’d be like to be with a man. surely he couldn’t do it with his uncle of all people but young tommen didn’t know anyone else who was like that. “like this?” his hand moving along his uncles muscular and hairy chest, undoing his blouse and mounting his lap. 

     royal families and people of power were never ones to intimidate renly. while he did grow up being told he wasn’t as great as his brothers, especially when it came to combat, he was always an observer. he knew how the world worked and he knew what needed to be done to stay afloat. if cersei ever came for him, he knew both the legal and illegal ways to get her to stop. “tommen...” his nephew getting on top of him was unexpected to say the least. he looked up at the young man and ran a hand up his back. “exactly like this, so you might want to stop unless you want to get me excited.” renly already felt himself beginning to tent in his pants. “do you - do you like the idea of explore with men?” he rose his brows, free hand moving over tommen’s thighs and around to glide over his ass.

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okay so i have my queue set up for here & destinedmade ! i will get to things on comictold tomorrow though since it’s about to be 4 in the morning lmao. i know it was quite the weight, but i took a break from indie for a bit ! 

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stiles.

             stiles’ lips pull down into a pout as she lowered her marker in her hand and moved to plop down onto the nearest soft surface. ❝ listen i just have a lot to get out, y’know ?? ❞ not to mention all the research she’s done for this very moment and that lydia in general just… makes her nervous. ❝ my bad though i can totally be calm…er… calmer. ❞ or at least she can try.

          seeing as how they were taking a break, lydia rested her right elbow on top of her left palm and tilted her head towards stiles. ❝ i know you’re the energizer bunny on three cans of red bull, trust me. ❞ she didn’t even know if the other even had energy drinks. she wouldn’t be surprised if this was just her natural energy levels. ❝ you don’t have to for me. ❞ lydia sighed softly, straightening out her skirt. ❝ argent tells me i have to work on being judgmental or whatever. ❞

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rosalie.

         rosalie’s painted lips spread into a wide smile at beau’s agreement. she’s always happy to be getting her way and he was great at doing so without letting her run over him. a lovely balance. ❝ don’t worry, i’m willing to protect you from anything that could try and hurt you. ❞ god help anyone who would try that, too. ❝ me drive crazy ?? ❞ the blonde pretended to be surprised as she climbed into her car. ❝ never. ❞

     between all of the cullens and their abilities, beau had quickly realized that it was going to be hard to keep up with them. he was just a stubborn and klutzy human around all of them. ❝ you know i don’t need your protection! ❞ he thought about everyone that was after him and lowered his head along with his voice. ❝ not if you change me. ❞ beau rolled his eyes as he got into the passenger seat, already gripping onto the car after putting on his seat belt. ❝ if vic doesn’t kill me, you’re going to do that first. ❞

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scott.

      scott relaxed along side alistar once her hand was cradled in his. ❝ trust me… i know. ❞ the amount of times that chris and kate have shot at her. whether they knew it was her or not… was too many to count at this point. ❝ well yeah that would be the next thing i do is make sure you’re okay if you don’t answer. ❞ the brunette pouted slightly, though she couldn’t help but let her lips spread into a small grin. ❝ okay well i’m glad you’re okay. i just got worried, that’s all. ❞ a playful scrunch of her nose comes as she nodded. ❝ plus, i can tell you went for a run. you kinda stink. ❞

     instincts were hard to fight and while they weren’t exactly the same type of monster, alistair thought that scott could relate to that. ❝ haven’t you heard that you can get worry lines if you worry too much. ❞ he ran his free hand up to run his thumb along her forehead. that was something that lydia constantly reminded him off even if they were all quite beautiful. ❝ the last thing i need is having a fifty year old werewolf on my hands. ❞ his demeanor was nice for the most part, warm, but it slowly resorted back to his old and hunter ways. shoulders broadened while his jaw tightened. ❝ it’s not my fault you can smell everything! ❞ 

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     ❛ like frost once said, the FLAMES of desire are enough to cause the destruction of the world. at the same time, the ICE COLD hatred that people can serve can also end a life. it’s up to the mutants to decide which way they’re going to go. life or destruction ? ❜

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@comictold​ is finally done (for now) ! i however am being pulled away to bartend (lmao), so i’ll be back on there later ! 

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                              no confinement holds us tight

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@mercytorn​ got lydia for stiles ! 

     brows knitted together as she looked over at stiles. her head tilted slightly forward and she rose one hand with her elbow pressed on the table. ❝ stiles, i speak more languages than you can count and i still don’t understand you. ❞ her features softened slightly. lydia had perfected the bitch persona long ago and it was hard to remember that the pack didn’t need to get that side of her anymore. she was a decent person, for the most part. ❝ just slow down, okay? i invited you over to brainstorm, not to the queen’s palace. ❞ she grinned slightly. ❝ plus, you’re hyperactive enough for a whole group so i don’t need more company. ❞

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