I’m currently falling asleep at the keyboard
so I might actually be going to be soon
"You are the beautiful lie and I'm the painful truth."
Death isn't meant to be beautiful or sugar coated. It is meant to be the only certain thing in your life. You will die whether you are a vampire or a dragon or a ghost or a reaper. In the end you have to die.
They come in pretty packages. But that's because they are swallow like humans. Sometimes they smile, sometimes they feel, sometimes they cry. But they always kill.
Some do it because they have to. Some fight it. Most embrace it with a smile.
They are all monsters in their way there. They are beautiful monsters. Do not be fooled by their sweet smiles and kind words or tiny bodies. They are all killers and in the end they will kill you.
It's how God designed them.
Indie rp blog, OCs, multi character, multi ship. Muses and mun are of age or have bodies of age. nsfw and trigging on this blog, I try my hardest to tag it all
I’m currently falling asleep at the keyboard
so I might actually be going to be soon
I think Drake uses the word Jamie in place of the word perfection. Because to him Jamie is perfection.
You’re still a liar. And when will you learn flattery doesn’t work on me.*Jamie stated very matter-of-factly, while attempting to pry Drake’s hands off of him*
Releasing his grip from Jamie, he raised an eyebrow. “I’m a liar how? I was trying to be pleasant. I figured I could pretend to like Jack for a couple minutes, no big deal. Also I don’t think it counts as flattery if it’s true.”
*Jamie narrowed his eyes suspiciously and brought his hands around to Drake’s chest, giving him a bit of a shove* You’re such a liar. You just said you didn’t want him there for that same reason.
Drake chuckled at being shoved, holding fast to Jamie. “I’m a complicated person. And I said I didn’t want him making a blizzard. If it was a few snowflakes beautifully sticking to your hair, than I can’t say no to that, now can I?”
*He loosened his hold when he felt Drake pull away and looked up without tilting his head back. Did he really have to say it like that? It wasn’t like Jack had ever done anything to him* No… I’m sure he’ll be too busy.
He tried to contain his glee at the idea of not having Jack there. He didn’t like the other, though he didn’t really have a reason to, he was just a jealous being. “Shame,” He commented lightly.” I wanted to ask him to make it snow as you waled down the isle towards me so I could bask in the last couple minutes that you were my fiance.”
he has no idea what he’s witnesses right now. all he knows is that he’s absolutely fucked. completely and utterly fucked. oh man, he’s so fucking dead. he’s dead. he’s going to be dead. he can feel his muscles lock up as the fear and shock of witnessing the other heal from a assault rifle bullet like something happened. his mouth will fall open and his body will refuse to move from it’s crouching position from behind the large rock he was behind. he was walking toward him. it was walking toward him. “stay back!” his voice cracks slightly as he pushes himself backwards, trying to scramble onto his feet.
He rubbed at his chest, where the bullet just was, like it still hurt. It mostly itched. Blue eyes remain on the teen’s face, he smiled as he watched the other stare back at him. It was like he was a deer caught in the headlights about to be squished. Also known as easy pickings. He moved towards the other, walking knowing that he can’t be out ran. “Stay back? Or what?” His eyes flicker to the gun, “You’re going to use that thing on me?” Using his mind he rips the gun from the teen and throws it somewhere else. And he continues forward, “What are you going to do now, little human? Run?” He dares you to.
*Jamie managed a gentle smile and tightened his arms a fraction around Drake’s waist* Mhm. Since we’re getting married in the winter I thought we should go with a similar theme for the wedding.
"It’ll be beautiful." He pulled away just the slightest so he could look at Jamie. "Will your friend be attending the wedding?” He asked trying to keep from sipping the word like it was poison. “Cause I don’t want him crashing the wedding with a blizzard or anything.”
prete-moitaplume replied to your post “[[MOR]*worried sebie noises* it’s pretty late and my mom’s not home…”
//hugs// maybe she stopped for groceries. or ice cream. It’s ok hun.
thanks darling, she’s home now. Just working late. Which I knew, but my mind decided to fuck with me
kind of wish she had brought home ice cream now, but I’m just glad she’s home.
*Jamie laid his head upon Drake’s shoulder and stared absently at the wall as they talked* We decided on white lilies and blue dendrobiums. Have you seen dendrobiums before? They’re beautiful… The tips of the petals are purplish so they’ll really stand out in the lilies. I think you’ll like them.
He hummed at Jamie’s words. He had seen blue dendrobiums before, and he thought they would have gone perfectly with white lilies. “That sounds gorgeous.” He said softly, “I’m so lucky to be marrying an artist.” He pressed a kiss to his fiance’s hair, “Are those going to be our wedding colours?”
He didn’t know what he expected. For her to pull her hand away in fright, squeal, and hop off his lap? He knew her better than that. he knew she was mostly bark, but she had a bite to go with it. Still, he smiled against her lips at the blush and the quiet gasp.
Now you know.
This was trouble. Trouble trouble trouble. He had to stop this before it got too far, but his rational mind is a million miles away now, in this sharp and dangerous moment where all her teasing has built up to a single point in time.
"He’ll know. Don’t you think you’ll change?" He speaks through his teeth, a rasping sound that barely managed to resist dissolving into indistinct groans as she increases the pressure. His hand leaves her wrist, confident that she won’t move away from where he needed her. Instead he places both hands on either side of her hips, pulling her closer, ever closer
"Don’t you know that you will look different? Everyone will be able to tell. They’ll all take one look at you…" His hand moves to her inner thigh, moving up and up, just grazing against the warmth that grew stronger under his touch where her legs met "…And know I’ve been here."
For all his dominant words his heart is pounding in his chest. Stop. Stop this now.
Take her home. Take her back to school. Throw her on the desk. get her back in her desk and studying. She won’t stop you. She needs to stop you.
She should have pulled away. She shouldn’t have continued to tease him. Though it was highly intoxicating to be sitting in his lap in a place that was hardly private, she didn’t think she wanted to lose her virginity in a cubical where anyone could see them. But he wouldn’t take it that far, right? He was always the rational mind, talking her down, promising her of a beautiful night. He wouldn’t let her lose herself in such a beautiful moment. Would he?
She was unsure if that was still such a bad thing, because the more she thought about him being under her fingers, she wanted him inside of her.
A shiver ran down her spine at the sound of his voice. His voice already so gravelly was now painted with barely there groans and it was husky and beautiful and she just wanted to eat up the noise. It made her hot and she could feel her core throb, like it was begging to have him in her.
His hand moves and she adds more pressure as hands are placed on her hips and she is pressed closer. She listens to each one of his words, drinking in how this sound and biting her lip so her moans doesn’t interrupt him. It slips from her mouth nonetheless when his hand is on her thigh and her hips buck forward, wanting him to touch her. Begging him to touch her.
"I like how that sounds. I want everyone to know that I am yours. That you’ve been," her hips roll forward, "there." She breathes, the idea of losing her virginity on his desk is becoming more appealing. The little voice in here head is getting softer the stern no being drowned out by the screaming yes. Yes, she wants him. Yes, she needs him. Yes, he wants her. Yes, they should do it. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
So real talk, I write m/f smut much better than m/m
it just comes easier to me and it comes out so beautiful and I reply a lot faster
just something I noticed