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@khaosnihilo: [ STUMBLE ]: sender loses their balance and trips backwards, falling into the receiver's lap in the process. sitting in someone's lap prompts (accepting)

Sasha was soooo clumsy, omg. Just constantly tripping over his own feet and flat onto his ass, not unlike a baby deer. Sasha was, in many ways, not far removed from that. Still learning how to navigate the world, everything so new and fresh to him...

The fact that he managed to trip and fall into the lap of one of the hottest guys he'd ever seen while stumbling on the campus green was yet another happy accident in his continued collegiate tour of failing upwards.

"Oh, uh—" he begins, already stammering over his words just like his feet. "You wouldn't happen to know where the club fair is, would you...? I'm lost, hahahahhahahaha... your hair is really pretty, by the way—"

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"It's a replica of the Egyptian Book of the Dead, or a copy of a copy I should say, don't expect it to be accurate. It was transcribed by a monk who went mad after the plague wiped out his monastery and he abandoned his faith. What god would wipe out 1/3 of the world's population right? He clearly didn't know many gods. Anyway it holds a lot of really interesting rites and rituals of necromancy." Duke said as he pointed to the book on the table he had just acquired. "I wouldn't touch it yet though, those pages are ah- well they are vellum just not sheepskin vellum." he said as he put on gloves of his own.

The book was most likely cursed, how could it not be with the past it had. "Once I cleanse it you are welcome to read it."

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[courtesons]

[ VIBRATION ] --this meme is confusing lol, but it's for ethan from harley

[ VIBRATION ] // *  ―  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘  𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆.

While Ethan was primarily an author, and a successful one at that, he was the occasional guest lecturer for colleges and even taught for a semester or two every now and then. This happened to be one of those times and for most of his students it was an ordindary lecture, discussing different famous literature and their impact on society. But for one student, Mister Harley Heaton, it was an experience of having a toy buzzing inside of him the entire time - one that Ethan had the controls for, that he would casually increase and decrease the intensity of throughout the lecture as he saw fit.

Even as the lecture ended and most students piled out quickly, Ethan remained behind the desk and casually going through a few papers, so casual even as Harley was left the only student in the room and stood by his desk. "Yes Mister Heaton?" He'd remark, glancing up at the poor young man with a raised eyebrow and fighting the smile on his lips. Knowing too well he'd probably pushed the poor boy to his limit of teasing.

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you seem to know what you're doing. --from andrew to wyatt

MELT INTO ME. (sentence starters)

"Is that so surprising to you?", the younger man inquired with a chuckle, only briefly pulling back from Andrew's neck that he had so eagerly plastered with kisses and little bites, his hand steadily wandering down the man's torso, exploring his body ever so curiously. Yes, if there was one thing Wyatt was blessed with in abundance, it was that typical youthful confidence, the borderline naive conviction that he had it all figured out, that he knew where he was heading in life, what he wanted to be doing and how to do that. Of course that bubble had to be burst occasionally, bringing Wyatt back down to earth sometimes harshly - but when it came to physical intimacy, the more carnal pleasures in life? He did in fact know what he was doing, and he wasn't shy to make it known.

It wasn't entirely shocking that his confidence and skill were taking Andrew by surprise. After all, the age gap between the two was not insignificant - on paper, the other could've easily been his father, a circumstance that was only fueling Wyatt's attraction rather than scaring him off. He undeniably had a thing for older men, a daddy kink for sure, and he was eager to demonstrate that what he lacked in years of life experience, he made up for in youthful energy and a libido that had him hungry for Andrew.

With a smile, he pulled away from the other's neck and placed a kiss right on the man's lips instead, letting it get just deep enough before breaking it again. "Wanna see what else I can do?", he asked with a smile, his words a mix of teasing and a promise. His hand wandered further down, finally cupping Andrew's crotch, fingers massaging the older male's bulge and slowly undoing his pants while Wyatt kissed his way down to the other's neck once again, then his shoulderblades, down to his chest, and further down even... Lips trailing down over Andrew's torso, he slowly sank to his knees, so very eager to feel and taste the other and get to show off that he truly knew what he was doing.

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[ 7D ] for bruno from adam

m/m smut gif starters.

"I'm going in hard now." Bruno whispered the words in the man's ear. It was so fucking hot to be inside him, he could feel Adam's hole clenching around his girth, milking his dick. But they had agreed they wouldn't go slow. This was not making love, this was fucking hard. Buried as deep as he had been, it was of course good to pull back, so Bruno did it slowly. And then, he shoved it all back in, one hand over Adam's mouth, holding that scream back. "Well, you told me you liked it like this, didn't you, slut?" His movements increased in speed and strength with each new thrust, but Bruno was making sure Adam felt it too. He was fucking him hard, their bodies shaking and the bed under them making loud noises, scratching the floor under them. "Fuck, your hole is still milking me so hard. You really love this, don't you?"

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Leo raised his brow at the sudden mini-freak out the guy was going through, apparently adding a lot of moral weight to the fact they'd hooked up. Leo might be used to guys being quite changed after a night with him, but not in this way. "You think people who don't have sex are inherently more good then those who have a lot?" Leo remarked, pointing out the wildly flawed logic in that. "Sounds to me like you've been repressing what you want and when you get a little liquid courage in you it all comes out"

Despite the guy's freak out Leo noticed he was still looking at him and checking him out, a slightly comical contrast. "So we're done with the shame and going back to complimenting me? I like this conversation better" He hummed, coy smile. Watching even as the guy was quite literally moving to get closer to him. Adorable. He decided to move closer, so he was in reach of Harley since that's clearly what the guy wanted.

"What can I say, nothing quite like a guy being honest about what he wants and shooting his shot. Plus I'd seen you eye fucking me most of the night before you came up to me" He pointed out, smirking a little. "Though it wasn't the only thing, you've got quite a few good qualities."

" no. because i'm a fucking hypocrite who is trying in vain to keep a reputation of being a good boy, not sleeping with anyone and everyone like a slut. " harley says with the sweetest and most apologetic smile he could muster. he doesn't intend to offend them with that little nugget of truth. but seeing as they are here now, without knowing if they would ever see each other again, he might as well let it out on someone. " and usually, it's easier to pretend when the hook up's already gone. "

taking a sip of his own drink, he then leaned back to give the other a look again from head to toe. yep, with what little memory he has of the night, he is at least happy he didn't dream about how beautiful he is. " not saying that i regret that you stayed around, though. definitely a beautiful sight to see first thing in the morning. " slowly but surely, he began to get more comfortable now, scooching even closer to leo and even looking up to finally look him in the eyes. " and from what i can remember, foggy as they are, you seem to love that part of me the most. am i right? "

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@khaosnihilo said: 17 (ignatius & sebastian) m/m smut starters (accepting)

Call him a glutton for punishment, but Bastian's Catholic programming mainly fostered two personality traits in him: shame, and submission. He rarely ever took charge of a situation unless it involved an exorcism of some sort.

In any other context, he was actually quite meek; demure, even. And he always let sexual partners take the lead. Tell him what to do. Which is how he found himself, kneeling on the ground before Ignatius, swallowing his cock like his life depending on it — which, given current company, it possibly quite literally did.

He was sure the sight of himself, a mature older gentleman with a dick between his lips, filled Ignatius with deep smugness. Every part of him was smug, so why wouldn't he be now? Bastian could tell himself this was strategy; endearing the demon he was meant to contain and neutralize.

But Bastian was also self aware to know that wasn't the complete truth. He also loved the sensation of a cock in his mouth.

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@khaosnihilo said: ❛ if there weren’t so many people watching us, i’d already be on my knees in front of you. ❜ <3 dirty kind of teasing (accepting)

Hunter's youthful impulsiveness usually came as a welcome quality to Frank. It complimented his own reticence to be bold, or exciting. But sometimes all it did was turn his cheeks a deep shade of pink, particularily when in mixed company.

"Babe, not here—" he says in a hushed tone, surrounded by people at the Halloween party he'd decided to throw this year. "They could hear you. I don't want everybody thinking I'm sort of sex maniac—"

When he says it, he suddenly realizes how ridiculous his reaction is. So he takes a breath, and then...

"Meet me in the upstairs bathroom in ten minutes. But no promises."

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@khaosnihilo said: “There’s no way I’m not pregnant after this.” pregnancy memes (accepting)

Frank chuckles at the thought, his cock still lodged deep inside Hunter after yet another session of deep, hard fucking. Honestly, a man as virile and masculine as Frank could potentially defy the laws of nature and get anothercis gender man pregnant. Maybe.

"Funny," he says, panting for breath into Hunter's neck.

"You are joking though, right–? Like that's not possible for you...?"

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@khaosnihilo said: [ SUCK ] ― your muse sucks on a banana / lollipop in front of my muse. [attention i realized i misread this AFTER i finished writing it up so I pivoted at the last second LMAO] dirty kind of teasing (accepting)

Whoever decided on the art direction for this shoot was going to get fired. It was bad enough that Claudio had begun having a secret affair with one of Undervane's newest models, but having him pose in all sorts of suggestive poses with every phallic object imaginable?

Someone had it out for Claudio. That had to have been the only answer. But nevertheless, he had to persist, even with a massive boner in his slacks.

The way Harris contorted his lips around that banana, flashing him a knowing smirk as he sucked... Claudio could practically hear that slutty little moan that quickly became carved into his brain after their first tryst together. He wished it was him Harris was moaning around.

When the shoot mercifully ended, he made a beeline to the younger man — as smoothly and stealthily as he could, of course.

"If you put on that show for me without the intent on delivering back at my place tonight," he purrs, his hand resting possessively at the small of the blond's back, "then you are fired. Are we understood?"

He's joking, of course, but also... maybe he's not. To get his revenge, though, he reaches for a neglected banana within arm's reach, pulls down the peel, and gets the thing nice and wet. Then he offers it back to Harris. "Don't forget who owns that pretty little mouth of yours, boy."

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@khaosnihilo: [ HAIR ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap so that the receiver can style or just play with their hair in peace. --for frank from hunter. sorry i cant get enough of them lmao. sitting in someone's lap prompts (accepting)

It was kind of nice that Frank and Hunter had gotten close enough to enjoy one another's company beyond the humping and thrusting that originally defined it. Frank liked the sex, don't get him wrong, but as a man in his mid-forties now, he needed a little more than that.

As someone who'd never been in a serious relationship before, he didn't know if this was that, but it didn't feel far from one. He wondered if Hunter felt the same.

Aside from the more obvious parts on his body, Frank took a quick liking to Hunter's long-ish blond(-ish) hair. When they were sitting together on the couch like this, Hunter's head in his lap, Frank found himself playing with the golden locks, so soft between his fingers... sometimes it felt like he was petting the younger man like a dog? But in the nicest way possible.

"How long have we been here...?" asks Frank, groggily drifting in and out of consciousness like Hunter also was. Now in the throes of autumn, they'd been settling into a reliable pattern of bundling up under a blanket as the night fell and subsequently drifting off, usually with the TV on. It almost reminded Frank of walking in on his parents in a similar position when he was a kid, wondering if he'd ever have that for himself.

He did now. Maybe.

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@khaosnihilo said: 12 (valeri & fabian) m/m smut starters (accepting)

Fabian hated how cliche it sounded that he started hooking up with —what else— a witch, but that's not what drew him to the other man. Actually, their common connection of magic is what normally would have repelled him away from Valeri. Two magic users... that could get very, very messy. Fabian avoided them on principle.

Unfortunately, Fabian was not strong enough to resist the deepest, darkest magic of them all: plain old sexual attraction. Valeri was so damned sexy, with his toned, muscular body and that deviously boyish face, practically made for corrupting and perverting. Fabian knew he could find it in himself to look past the major flaw of his birthright.

Who knew how long they'd been at it now. Time seemed to melt away when they were in his bed, almost as if by magic. (Blech.) Any sort of doubt or worry about their union —witches were known to be crafty, especially towards sorcerers— just didn't matter when they were together. It was like a hex of profuse lust towards the witch had been put on him. (Double blech.)

"Fuck, I can feel my cum inside you still—" marvels Fabian, giving Valeri one hell of a fingering. "If I didn't know any better, I would think you're trying to hoard my seed for some nefarious purpose," Fabian chuckles, hooking his finger inside deeper, massaging the velvety heat. "But you wouldn't betray me like that, right? Not when I give you exactly what you need—"

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@khaosnihilo said: 51 (anthony & dieter) m/m smut starters (accepting)

One perk of being so massive was that it made sex all the more fun for Dieter. Being able to throw his partners around, pick them up and fuck into them like they were rag dolls, inflamed his worst, egotistical tendencies. But he found it hard to focus on that when Anthony felt so good around him.

"Goddamn, you're tighter than a virgin—" he chuckles, panting for breath as he continued their athletic fuck session. They must have looked absolutely feral right now, with all sorts of fluids from every which way flying, Dieter's wild mane of long hair flouncing around on each movement... this would be bad if any of it got out to the press. But Anthony seemed more than willing to sign an NDA before they began.

But he can only keep this up for so long. Carrying Anthony to a nearby couch, Dieter lands on the thing with a loud thud —all without pulling out of Anthony, to his credit– and slaps the boy's perky ass. "Need to conserve my strength. Ride me."

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@khaosnihilo: tell me you love me… i won't hold you to it, just say it. | melt into me prompts (accepting)

Frank was old enough to know better than to fall hard for a guy he barely knew, especially one so much younger than him.

(Well, not that much younger, but there had to have been at least ten years between them...)

But something about Hunter felt... familiar. Or at the very least, he put Frank at ease in a way he didn't know he was still capable of feeling anymore. Maybe it was just his youthful energy proving too infectious for Frank to ignore. As old as he sometimes felt around Hunter, it never seemed like a conscious effort on the other's part. If anything, it was just Frank overthinking and projecting, as usual. Hunter certainly didn't seem to dislike his maturity, anyway.

He hated admitting it, but getting called daddy by him... never got old. Always so goddamn hot.

As their relationship progressed beyond the sexual and into more substantial waters, Frank found himself more and more ready to take the next step. Put a name to what they were. Say some particular words to him. And in the heat of this moment, the two of them relaxing together on the couch, under a blanket, on this crisp autumn day...

"I—" he begins, admittedly a bit nervous as he began crossing the bridge. "I love you, Hunter. And I mean it. Not just saying it cause you asked me to." His tone is as genuine as ever; Frank was chronically incapable of irony.

His eyes lowered a bit, furrowing in sentiment, wanting to convey his authenticity. "I've been wanting to say that to you forever, but I haven't had the courage... but I guess you're real good at getting me out of my comfort zone," chuckles Frank, pulling Hunter into a languid, lazy kiss, holding his chin as their mouths met. "Just don't go asking me to jump off a cliff for you anytime soon. We're not quite there yet."