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hello !  i’ve decided to move blogs if anybody still wants 2 write w me :~)

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hello !  i’ve decided to move blogs if anybody still wants 2 write w me :~)

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hello !  i’ve decided to move blogs if anybody still wants 2 write w me :~)

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hello !  i’ve decided to move blogs if anybody still wants 2 write w me :~)

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hello !  i’ve decided to move blogs if anybody still wants 2 write w me :~)

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uhhhhhhh so who's gonna bite the bullet and gimme a lady ga/ga  x  bradley coo/per ship 

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Shawn for Calvin Klein

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@hcavensdoor

Les Misérables (2018—) Directed by Tom Shankland

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MALCOLM PARKER:

he couldn’t believe he was doing this again. but when dean looked so good on his knees, how could he resist? he could never say no when he offered something so attractive. mac could spend the rest of his life saying he was straight and would never be caught dead with a guy, but all it would take was a smile from dean and he was weak. mac’s eyes follow dean as he moved onto the floor and he swallowed thickly, taking in the sight of him unbuckling his belt. 

and when dean’s mouth wrapped around the head of his cock, mac tipped his head back against the cubicle wall and he whimpered. god, he could never tire of having his mouth on his skin. he rolled his shoulders back and allowed himself to relax a little. the thing was, as uptight as he could be, in the moment like this with dean, he couldn’t care less about anything else. all his mind focused on was deandeandean. his tongue peeked out to wet at his lips, fingers lacing into dean’s hair with ease. “yeah. fuck. sorry.” he swallowed thickly and pressed his fingertips into his scalp, pulling his head forward a little. “don’t stop, babe. please.” he hated how weak he sounded but god, dean loved it and he knew it.

       a  guttural  groan  escapes  his  lips  as  he  feels  fingers  tangle  in  his  hair  and  press  into  skin,  eyes  falling  shut  as  he  loses  any  remaining  semblance  of  finesse.  he  wants  more,  more,  more  ───   he’s  taking  mac  faster  and  deeper,  throat  constricting  in  effort.  tears  spring  to  his  eyes  involuntarily  as  he  holds  his  head  down,  counting  to  three  in  his  head  before pulling  away.  it’s  wet  and  sticky  and  messy,  and  under  usual  circumstances  he’d  definitely  be  more  dignified.  but  then  again,  he  wouldn’t  be  on  his  knees  in  a  cubicle  under  usual  circumstances,  either.    “  fuck.  fuck.  i  need   ─  just  give  me  a  second.  ”  he  says  ,  voice  strained  as  he  takes  a  few  deep  breaths.  hands  fumble  distractedly  with  the  button  of  his tight  jeans,  pushing  them  down  and  reaching  into  the  waistband  of  his  boxers  to  palm  at  his  own  dick.  he  jerks  himself  off  as  he  takes ��mac  back  into  his  mouth,  licking  a  stripe  up  the  veiny  underside  before  wrapping  his  lips  around  the  head  gently.  “  you  should  ─  you  should...  ”   words  trail  off  into  a  moan, free  hand  grabbing  mac’s  wrist  and  moving  his  hand  to  his  throat.  just  so  mac  can  feel  what  he's  doing  to  him. “  tell me.  tell  me  how  i  look.  talk,  anything.  ”

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me at an alt j concert: PLAY PUT IT IN MY BUTT!

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MALCOLM PARKER:

mac could not count the amount of times dean had made him weak on both hands. he had tried to resist him, push him away. but each time, he went crawling back to dean like there was nothing else in the world he wanted. like tonight, for example. a night out to celebrate a win at a surfing competition had turned into dean’s lips against his skin. hands wandering as he tried so fucking hard not to be so turned on by this. he kept telling himself he wasn’t gay, that this didn’t mean a thing. it didn’t mean anything at all. he hadn’t realised he was saying it out loud until dean was speaking. 

mac scoffs and pushs dean back for a second. he didn’t actually want him to move away, though. so he grabs hold of his collar and pulls him back in, leaving a biting kiss against his mouth. “fine. fine. fine. just shut up.” at the promise of dean on his knees, mac’s eyes slip shut and his head rests back against the cubicle wall. how could he ever say no to that? to having dean in every way he ever wants him. “yeah. yeah. the second one sounds.. really good. please, dean.”

   “   good  choice.  ”    a  self-satisfied  smirk  blooms  across  his  features  as  he  lets  his  eyes  roam  for  a  moment.  in  a  twisted  sort  of  way,  he’s  actually  quite  proud  ───   proud  that  he  is  the  only  one  who has  this  effect on  him ,   that  he  can  break  through  his  composed  exterior  with  just  a  few  words.  he  presses  another  kiss  to  his  neck  before  he’s  sinking  down  to  the  floor,  knees  hitting  the  tiled  surface  with  a  soft  thud.  shaky  hands  make  quick  work  of  unbuckling  his  belt,  pulling his jeans and boxers down simultaneously.          there’s  no  preamble,  no  exchange  of  words  before  he’s  wrapping  a  hand  around  the  base  of  mac’s  erection,  the  other  hand  gripping  his  thigh.  his  lips  wrap  around  the  head  of  his  cock,  tongue licking the head gently as  blue-grey eyes  remain  focused  on  mac.  “  you  taste  good.  so  fucking  good.  ”  and under  usual  circumstances  he’d  berate  himself  for  saying  something  so  damn  clichéd  at  such  an  inopportune  moment  ,  but  he’s  already  too  far  gone.  he  takes him  in  even  deeper,  cheeks  hollowing  as  breathing  becomes  even  more  harsh  and  uneven.  despite  how  perfect  the  situation  is,  there’s  a  frustration  gnawing  at  the  back  of  head,  one  that  only  makes  itself  visibly  known  a  good  few  minutes  later  as  he  removes  the  hand  at  the  base  and  uses  it  to  guide  one  of  mac’s  hands  into  his  own  golden  brown  tresses.  “ i’m  not  doing  all  the  work  here. ”  he  huffs  in  lieu  of  an  explanation,  pulling  back  slightly  as  his  eyes  thin  dangerously.

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for @hcneywcnder  !

     HE'S A BAD FRIEND AND HE KNOWS IT. he  was  only  here  at  this  loud,  obnoxious  club  to  help  a  friend  get  over  her  ex-boyfriend.  he  hadn’t  even  planned  on  staying  for  that  long,  but  then  said  friend  had  gone  to  get  a  drink  and  a  familiar  face  in  the  crowd  had  caught  his  attention.  one  thing  led  to  another  and  here  he  was  ──   cornering  the  other  man  into  a  bathroom  stall as  he  kisses  him  roughly.  it’s  been  far  too  long  since  they’ve  done  this,  and  he’s  hungry  for  more.  the  situation  would  be  perfect  ,  if  not  for  the  fact  that  the  other  feels  too  rigid  underneath  his  fingertips.            “    are   you  seriously  going  to  start  with  the  whole  ‘   i’m  not  gay   ’  routine  again   ?   really  ?   ”   he  asks,  a  sigh  accompanying  his  words  as  he  pulls away  slightly.   perhaps  he’d  be  more  sympathetic  under  different  circumstances  ,   but  he’s  already  heard  this  spiel  plenty  of  times.  he  almost  has  it  memorized  at  this  point.   “  listen.  i’ve  already  told  you  that  i’m  not  here  to  hold  your  hand  as  you  go  through  a  crisis  of  conscience.  you’re  a  good  fuck  and  all  ,  but  there  are   plenty  of  other  guys  here  can  fill  your  shoes.  ”   he  continues,  crude  words  spilling  from  lips  quickly  before  they  attach  to  his  neck.       “  now  ,  we  can  go  back  out  there  or  i  can  get  on  my  knees  for  you.  your  pick.  ”

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HAYLEE BURKE‌.

haylee sits herself on the end of their shared bed, her hand resting on his leg as she watches him. it had been far too long since isaiah had been home, far too long since she had been able to be this close to him for longer than a night. it was long overdue and she was incredibly happy that they could finally be together again. “come on, babe. we’re trying to fix your sleep schedule, not make it worse. time to get up.” she moves herself to lay next to him, fingers tangling in his hair as she pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder. “no money, just cuddles. i missed your cuddles.”

  “  you  know  ,  you  could’ve  cuddled  me  whilst  i  was  sleeping.  easy  fix.  you’re  just  evil.  ”    he  grumbles,  the  smile  on  his  face  betraying  the  connotation  of  his  words  as  he  turns  around  to  wrap  his  arms  around  her.   “   hi  there.  i  missed  you.  ”   he  continues,  nuzzling  her  cheek  as  he  weaves  their  fingers  together.  “   you  should  come  on  tour  more  often.  we  have  a  severe  lack  of  sane  people  on  that  bus,  you  know.  and  i  miss  you  ,  so.    ”  

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the son of a filthy rich ceo falling in love with his dad’s assistant, just as she realizes she might have feelings too - plot twist: she’s already having an affair with his dad.

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listen. a long time ago i had the most amazing 1x1 that was essentially a pen pal plot. it was based on these two college students who were taking an international business class on different continents and their schools partnered and issued them each a pen pal in the other class to partner with for a project focusing on different business practices across the world and they end up getting to know each other and kind of falling in love through words so now they skype, and whatsapp, and message all day and STILL write letters (because cute, that’s why), and then they decide to meet and it’s obvious that they’re in LOVE with each other but neither wants to admit it because they’re afraid to ruin their friendship/unsure of what the other feels and JUST IMAGINE THE TENSION and then the angst when they have to go back to opposite ends of the planet and i need this ok. i would LOVE for this to be f/f, but i’m open to anything. :)