#fitzwalterclarance

Nate couldn’t help himself. Watching Fitz bend this way and that, admiring the delicate curve of his spine, the way the muscles in his thighs strained over how his biceps flexed. It was quite a sight to see, and Nate couldn’t help but find his gaze glued to the sight before him. It wasn’t as though Nate hadn’t seen him stretching before this occasion. Being roommates, and not to mention, both gay, it was hard not to flirt here and there, maybe find yourself sauntering around in tight underwear or without a shirt with a fake look of innocence as you fought off the smirk that made the corners of your mouth twitch.

Nate had been on his way out to go to work, and he hadn’t meant to stumble upon the sight, but Fitz’ door was open just enough for it to catch his gaze as he walked past the other’s room, open enough for him to stop in his tracks, for his mouth to fall open slightly as a lump to form in his throat. This sight did bad things to him, the same things it did each time Fitz decided that the perfect place to do stretches was right in front of the TV that Nate happened to be watching. He was pretty confident that Fitz knew exactly what it did to him each time.

He knew he was screwed as soon as his hand came down on the wall and the thump rang in his ears as he tried desperately to grab his bag and make haste out of the apartment before Fitz realised he’d been watching him. Watching when Fitz wanted him to was one thing, but through his bedroom door was another, and he wasn’t sure if the other would react well to that.

In his tight black jeans, the bulge was pretty obvious when Fitz grabbed his bicep and spun him around, and he lifted up his backpack to cover it, biting down on the metal ring around his lip, tugging on it like he did was he was nervous. “It--...it might have been”, he mumbled, his cheeks burning an uncharacteristic pink at being caught out. “But I mean...--well, you could have at least closed your bedroom door.”

26.

▲: One of our muses tries to catch snowflakes on their tongue.

@fitzwalterclarance

While Milton enjoyed keeping his slaves all locked up and safe inside the house. While any time outside the building was considered a special privilege and reward. While most of them rarely saw the glass house or the gardens or stables… Milton was willing to make an exception today.

Because he was curious.

It was three days until Christmas, and it had started to snow. The grey, icy rain had been replaced with white thick snowflakes, dancing peacefully in the air.

Milton was sure Fitz had never seen snow before. The boy hadn’t seen the simplest things. And it was always a pleasure to introduce him to something new. The taste of a grape had been overwhelming. The first journey on a plane had made him scream.

And when Milton watched those first flakes fall behind the window, he had wondered how his little toy would react to something like snow.

He called for the boy, and once Fitz was standing in front of him, collared and naked in all his unashamed glory, Milton smirked.

@mr-lusic

Where the hell are they? (No really, I know they’re busy and all, but that does not change the fact that I miss them horribly.)

I came here with the iron rule that I would NEVER do mpreg.

You know what? They talked me into it. With just ridiculous plot ideas and fluff until I could not refuse anymore. I always thought this A/B/O thing was weird and creepy, but with them, I got hooked.

If someone’s convincing me to do a mpreg thread (two *coughcough*) that’s saying a lot about their quality and pursuasion skills <.< 

Yeah, I miss them a lot. And I miss Jacob and Ray.

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@domanon / @subbyanon / @versianon

We don’t talk all that much, but they’re basically always on my dash.

And sometimes I stare at my screen, seeing them and wanting to scream: “REPLY GODDAMMIT! REPLYYYYY!!!!!!” But not because I’m so impatient but because our threads are bound to be awesome. (But no worries, I’ll wait patiently <3 )

But you know, what I love most about them aren’t their muses, but the way they care about other RPers and even their anons.

I haven’t seen anyone else here who is so invested in their RP partners well-being. I know they send reassuring messages, they try to cheer up people who are down, they make posts saying they worry about their anons when they haven’t heard of them for a while.

So. My respect. That’s rare on tumblr.

Great-person-award for them. And I love joking around with them.

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@bigjockcockrp

Special award for the most realistic sex to find here.

Like… I know not everyone around here has had sex before. That’s totally fine! And not everyone around here has had a lot of sex/ kinky sex before. And don’t get me wrong: that’s fine! That’s totally alright and if I should give an advice it’d be: better later than too early. Seriously.

And most of the time you cannot tell who hasn’t had sex and who had. And sometimes the ones who haven’t had are probably even the better writers. And it’s not my business anyway goddammit. I don’t care, seriously, as long as the writing is good.

But sometimes I smirk my “oh sweetheart, that’s not entirely how it works but I love you anyway” smile when I scroll through my dash.

Never with them.

You want realistic, hot and mindblowing sex scenes AND good writing AND lovely plots, follow them. I love that they have different writing styles for different muses, too. Don’t think I didn’t notice ;)

Also a master of unresolved sexual tension.

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@fitzwalterclarance

THEY MADE ME A BUNCH OF MILTON GIFS OH MY GOD.

Very generous mun. Very, very generous mun.

Also the toy AU is awesome and I remember that we started RPing on my birthday and I really wanted to reply to this Toy Auction starter and was worried I could be too late when I could finally sit down with my laptop. So I sent them a message and they were very sweet.

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@theblackwingsgang

[fitzwalterclarance]

Fitz was in a clothing shop when he got the message from Kurt and held his breath for a moment as his heart skipped. He had not spoken to Kurt since the night before he had left. It had been a couple of weeks.

He typed a few things before deleting them.

It doesn’t mean I dont miss you

Come and see me

You would love it here.

he settled on posting:

[INSTAGRAM]☺ ✿ ❀  Hey, how are you?

Blaine walked through the crowded streets, his hair was a tangled mess, his clothes grimy and slightly to big for him, and ratted and he had a wobbly way of walking. He vaguely remembered being a kid here 12 years ago but he didn’t, and now that he was release from 12 years of endless experiments he had no clue where to go so he slept on the street. He didn’t remember much from his childhood, sometimes he wondered if it was a good thing. He pushed his way to the alley he spent his nights in, he couldn’t find any way to get food, which made the seventh day in the row, he was weak and knew he’d probably have to take desperate measures to find something to eat, at least he seemed to have gotten control over turning into a wolf finally. He sat down between two trash cans against the wall resting his head on his knees, wondering if he was better off away from HYDRA  and all their torturous experiments.

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