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SEMI-HIATUS NOTICE.

tl;dr: i am gonna be around less and crazy selective when i am. blog-wide. end unknown.

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officergorgeous:

“It looks like you’re making someone extremely uncomfortable. That’s what I’m seein’.”

     “Is t’at someone YOU, Da? Do I need ta tone it down ta keep ye       from gettin’ flustered like t’e rest o’em?”

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officergorgeous:

FUCKING OATH ITS THE DAD POLICE

“What the hell are you even doin’?”

      “... what does it look like m’doin’?”

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[ I NEED TO BE GOING TO SLEEP NOW STOP IT ]

[ well i mean if u wanna move right to the bed we can. ]

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chasequality:

Giving oral was something that Chase actually liked. Convenient, because it was something he’d done often to sate his last boyfriend when the need had become too much. Then there had been the times that sorting out Brent hadn’t been enough, and Chase had suffered through waves of dysphoria just to please his boyfriend. That had gone on a while before he had finally come to his senses and dumped the manipulative asshole.

But with Kaleb’s cock in his mouth, hot and heavy on his tongue, Chase was extremely comfortable. He wasn’t overly a fan of the taste of cum, but he didn’t mind it enough for it to matter. The result was satisfying enough to make up for the taste.

With the younger’s hands through his hair, Chase hummed quietly, taking Kaleb’s dick deep into his mouth. He couldn’t really deep-throat, but when he worked the frenum gently with his tongue, lips wrapped tight around the rim of the head, he generally got a good response. After all, even though his own dick was minuscule in comparison, he figured some of the sensations were the same.

Chase could feel Kaleb working to keep still, trying to refrain from thrusting up into his mouth, and it only served to encourage the butterflies in his stomach. That his boyfriend was so thoughtful toward him - particularly even while getting a damn blowjob - was moving.

Shifting his weight onto one elbow, Chase reached through to pay some attention to Kaleb’s balls, caressing them carefully in his palm. When the mood was right and he wasn’t feeling pressured, doing stuff like this had a severe effect on his own body, feeling his little dick hard in his boxers, even beginning to moisten. He did worry a little that Kaleb would treat him like a girl while going down on him - and he was fairly certain Kaleb wanted to go down on him - but he knew he would just have to talk his boyfriend through it, let the younger know where was okay to touch, and where wasn’t. It’ll be okay, he told himself, letting his eyes flutter shut, grinning as he worked and just relishing in the noises he was eliciting in Kaleb.

Their physical differences could stress Kaleb out from time to time, in all honesty. Keeping Chase comfortable and in the correct, male mindset was important for their relationship as well as his lover’s health. Kaleb didn’t understand what it was like not to love the body he was given -- had never experienced any kind of dysphoria or the like. Research had him more and more terrified of slipping up when he was with Chase -- he didn’t know how to console that kind of pain, that kind of confusion. Kaleb fixed all of his problems with either substances or by using people physically -- unlike Chase completely -- and it wasn’t as though he’d been raised by nurturing hands to call back to for guidance. Reading up on some of the ways to avoid fucking up helped, but every case was different. Chase was different. Kaleb refused to lump him in with anybody else due to how much he’d changed him. The way Chase’s mouth works over his cock and how fingers toy with his sack actually has jealousy creeping into his mind. His boyfriend had learned how to do things so well by putting his head in someone else’s lap. Someone that Kaleb didn’t know -- certainly didn’t fucking like, for sure. For anyone to mess up with Chase to the point of breaking up was a sign of scum, of an asshole he’d likely punch if Chase ever pointed them out on the street. Men. Women. It didn’t even matter. The difference in their number of partners was likely staggering but on his side those weren’t relationships. Not all of them, anyway. Kaleb wouldn’t go as far as to say he loved those people or gave any of them his firsts. But someone, somewhere, had Chase’s first kiss, first groan, first nervous touches, and first taste of spunk hitting the back of his throat and it had his chest tight and vision green. Someone had done it wrong, had fucked everything up and now it was Kaleb laying in their place -- Kaleb being swallowed down and moaning openly at the ceiling with knees raised and fingers in dark hair. Precum only makes Chase’s administrations more slick and he keeps his thrusts in control by only rolling with the bobbing of his boyfriend’s head. Too much more of this and his thoughts getting away from him would no doubt make him lose it -- but maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing. An orgasm might add to his patience, might calm him down away from the possessive frenzy that was brewing inside of his skin. Saying the things he wanted, let alone acting on them, would likely shut their night right down.                                   “Aah---! Ea--Easy, love.” Cheeks burning, he opens his eyes in hopes of communicating with Chase --- but the actual sight of the dick-sucking increases the pleasure and has him squirming. The imagery would be kept for future solo-rounds, for sure. Still, it is technically Chase’s night to have the reigns and he needed to show he was capable of honoring that.                                  “Ye keep t’at up and ye’ll be makin’ a mess.                                    I don’t w-want ta rush...”

Bday “hangs”

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FUCK ITS THE DAD POILICE.           “Aye?”

“Kaleb—!”

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i will st RAIG TH UP MU R DE R U

yeah yeah, mama. slay me.

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kaleb with set the plates out for dinner, finger you under the table, and lick his fucking fingers afterwards, he does not give a fuck.

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EI’TER RUN OR SINK T’OSE COUGAR CLAWS IN, SWEETHEART.

BITCH, YOU’RE LIKE 12.

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this face was made for kissing and sitting. that is just how things are. accept it.

WHY ARE YOU THE WAY YOU ARE ??

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hello MOTHER.

IM STILL THIRSTING OVER CHARMED ERA NORMAN

DONT PULL THAT FACE UNLESS IM CLOSE ENOUGH TO SIT ON IT DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT U ASSCLOWN

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t’at’s right. hands and knees, big boy.

#whispers COME HERE MR WALSH

crawls closer

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chivalrousxhybrid:

1: Hot, Steamy kiss

2: Cheek Kiss

3: Nose Kiss

4: Forehead Kiss

5: Firm Kiss

6: Gentle Peck

7: Romantic Kiss

8: Eyelid Kiss

9: Jawline Kiss

10: Neck Kiss

11: Collarbone Kiss

12: Chest Kiss

13: Stomach Kiss

14: Kiss Along the Hips

15: Kiss in the Rain

16: Upside-Down Kiss

17: Goofy Kiss

18: Underwater Kiss

19: Forceful Kiss

20: Any of the Above

21: Then there’s tongue

Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

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SENTENCE STARTERS. Flirty/Suggestive/NSFW Edition.

Feel free to add your own.

“Wow, you’re hot.”

“Oh, don’t mind me. Just enjoying the view.”

“You know, those/that (list body part) of yours are/is pretty distracting.”

“Hot damn.”

“So, you come here often?”

“Well, well. My night just got better.”

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

“You have got a great ass.”

“Hey, I’m open minded.”

“You enjoying the view over there?”

“Keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.”

“Don’t be bashful. You know you want to.”

“You can have me any way you’d like, baby.”

“You wanna move this conversation someplace more private?”

“I’m off in a few minutes, you know.”

“It’s been a long day. Why don’t we help each other unwind?”

“I think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.”

“I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m really horny, and you’re really hot. Can we fuck? Like, now?”

“I wanna see you get naked.”

“You’re getting me all worked up.”

“What do we have here?”

“I see someone’s happy to see me.”

“Play your cards right, and I just might have to put you on speed dial.”

“You like that, don’t you?”

“How do you want me?”

“I’m sure we can put those lips to better use.”

“God, you’re perfect.”

“I really like a man who’s good with his hands.”

“You. Me. Sex. Now.”

“I’d be more than happy to show you a good time, if you’re looking for one.”

“I saw that. You just checked me out.”

“You look real good in that suit/dress/skirt/outfit.”

“You wanna help me out of this ___?” (Insert article clothing here.)

“Can I keep you?”

“You’re such a tease.”

“Oh my, looks like I/you dropped something.”

“I love it when you talk dirty.”

“I can’t stop thinking about your hands on me.”

“I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.”

“I really want to take you home and get you out of all those clothes.”

“It’s like you want to ruin men/women for me.”

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chasequality:

Chase snorted, giving Kaleb a deeply amused look. It still surprised him sometimes that he and the younger could be so casual while doing this kind of thing. He had most often been kind of vocal when getting intimate, even if it made him quite embarrassed; it was necessary because of how many little things could make it all go wrong for him, not that his previous partner had cared that much. But to actually laugh in the bedroom. Well, that made it special, for him. To have that level of comfort with his partner was something for which he’d always yearned, and had honestly not expected with Kaleb.

The tender cupping of his cheek made Chase blush again, chewing on the inside of his lower lip. He shook his head in Kaleb’s light grasp, covering the younger’s hand with his own as he tilted his head to nuzzle and kiss the palm.

          “Nah. Wanna see what I’m doing.”

He breathed, another little smirk coming to his lips as he lifted to his hands and knees, moving in for one more kiss. He mouthed his way down his partner’s neck, collar bones, pressing little kisses and nips over smooth flesh and pausing to pay some attention to Kaleb’s nipples.

One hand found its way to Kaleb’s crotch, palm caressing lightly over his length before grasping more firmly for a careful stroke, all the while Chase brushed his lips down to the younger’s abdomen, looking up from under his eyelashes for a second. Nervousness broke the gaze, and he stroked Kaleb’s cock as he situated himself between the younger’s legs, glancing up very briefly once more before he lowered, lapping at the tip of the cock with his tongue.

Kaleb’s past partners would probably think he was broken, to see how he acted around Chase. Kaleb was careful when it came to the other young man, cared deeply about his feelings and where they stood, relationship-wise. Hell, even the fact he wanted a relationship was probably a red flag; in the past he was known for hit and runs -- for popping into parties, offering a lay, and being gone before the sun came up. Back then he was faithful to the one who had the most drugs and promised to rock him until he forgot all of his problems. Feelings were hurt, sure -- but Kaleb always tried to make it clear that he wasn’t tied down to anyone. Until Chase. Until some beautiful-eyed boy had him head over heels and trapped in the real deal. Kaleb dropped the drugs ( for the most part ) and took it easy on the booze because he cared. Because Chase made him fucking care about himself for the sake of Chase and it was confusing as all Hell. He didn’t let his eyes wander, had turned down several of his old buddies when they showed up for a random fuck. The rumor was that Kaleb was whipped -- and Hell if he wasn’t perfectly fine with it. It didn’t matter what other people thought -- only what Chase did. The kisses have Kaleb smiling but it slowly twists into pleasure the further down those lips roam. The Irishman’s breathing becomes heavier and eyes lock when his cock is stroked slowly and then it seems to hit him. Chase was gonna go for it, holyshit. He wasn’t even going to get a chance to get inside his boyfriend because he was going to lose his load at the very sight of Chase’s mouth actually near his dick.  Heat shoots up his spine as he watches hungrily and his jaw drops to release a low moan when that tongue moves over taught flesh. One of his hands raises and carefully smooths through dark hair as he fights to keep his hips still.

Bday “hangs”