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deadnvcrintern:

I’m a bitter asshole!!! Yay!!!!

slapdancing:

Date me now, i will get hot, im an investment

You’re a Bitch

You’re a Bit

You’re a

You’re

You

Yo

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You

You’re

You’re a

You’re a Bi

You’re a Bitch

Oh look ,You’re still a Bitch

latulas:

U WNANA FUKCINGN GO?? ????? grab an icecream together or something because u are attractive

recumbxntibus:

 

[He ought to tell Daniel to just hurry it the hell up already, he’s a busy guy with things to do and people to fuckin’ see, and that certainly does not include laying here wide-eyed and blushing like a fuckin’ schoolgirl while his roommate asks him if it’s okay. The question seems a bit ridiculous. Of course it’s okay, it’s better than okay, and even still John’s biting at his lip to keep back the soft affirmation and then biting it again when it slips out anyways. Ugh. He almost feels embarrassed by the fact he’s always so responsive, by how quickly that cocky snark fades to a much more gentle yielding—these things ought to be familiar by now, but it’s always so new and exciting and electrifying and he’s wiggling down to kiss Daniel again, already flushed and alight. Daniel’s new and exciting and god, beautiful in a way John hasn’t considered before and any intention he had of goading him to speed things up flickers and fades; it’s all he can do to reach up and slide his hands along the tops of Daniel’s arms and then over his shoulders, pulling him closer. Another smile follows, full of mischief, and then his hands drop to tug at the waistband of Daniel’s pants.]

[He takes the hint, sitting back a little and reaching for John’s hands.  Maaaaybe pushing them down a little, letting them rest between his thighs. Then he’s undoing the button on his jeans nice and slow, partly to tease, partly out of nerves (but mostly to tease, let’s be real), and then the zipper follows suit, never taking his eyes off of him. When he finally shimmies out of them and kicks them away, he’s hard already and not even ashamed of it. Moving right along, he takes John’s hands and places them on his hips, come on, teamwork, pushing them along with his as he slides his boxers down nice and  s l o w,  palming at himself a bit after.  More fabric discarded and more of him exposed. As the seconds tick by he’s feeling less frightened and more steady, more confident, because god the way John’s looking at him makes him feel fucking invincible right now, John doesn’t look at anyone like that but here he is. Daniel’s eyes sweep him up and down and goddamnit if he doesn’t lick his fucking teeth and grin down at the boy. If John’s excited, then Daniel’s thrilled, on fire, electrified and all the other cliche words that his mind’s shutting out because all that matters is what’s right in front of him.]

Your turn. [There’s that grin again, all teeth and intent. He’s in no rush, but hell, he’d like to make things even at the very least.]