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Compulsion

One of my commissions! This was commissioned by the fabulous n3ongold3n who asked for a sequel to the story Urges.

So this is 8 pages of BDSM Malik/Altair fun.

I’m still open for commissions by the way

Leash and Collar Chapter 1

As usual, Desmond was the one who decided what they did for the night.

And also as usual, it wasn’t something Shaun wanted to do.

“Go fuck yourself Desmond, I am NOT wearing that ridiculous outfit!” Shaun pushed his friend away and wondered if in some alternate universe HE always decided what they did on Saturday nights and they’d be sitting in their apartment reading or discussing history.

“But Shaaun,” Desmond whined, undeterred by Shaun’s pushing, “You have to dress up or they won’t let you in!”

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Salazar Fails at Everything: Writing Commissions???

ohgodsalazarwhy:

Yes, I have reached a level of poverty where I am desperately grasping at straws and have decided to try my hand at commissions. Now that school is more or less over I have lots of time to work on them, and I really really really need money so here we go.

WRITING/FIC COMMISSIONS

Cost: 10…

heeeyyyy guys…this is the first time I’ve posted something on here that isn’t a fic

BUT IT’S IMPORTANT SO I AM EXCUSED

Sloppy Seconds

There had always been a weird sort of tension between Malik and his younger brother. They touched more than normal brothers, their gazes lingered on each other in ways that seemed more than…brotherly. At first it had freaked Altair out, then he’d felt a sort of possessive jealousy. Malik was HIS, not Kadar’s! Though that was also kind of weird.. why should he be jealous of Malik’s BROTHER. He was positive he was just thinking too hard about this.

Wow, Fuck You You Fucking Wanker

No one knew who had ordered the pizza, though to be fair most of the people at the party were too drunk to remember their own names. The doorbell rang again, followed by irritated knocking.

Never Doubt That I Love You

Desmond liked his eggs cooked sunny-side up, but the whites couldn’t still be runny at all. He liked them with salt and pepper and a little special seasoning sprinkled on top. He liked to have a sandwich and a glass of milk for lunch. His favorite movies were comedies and while he watched them he liked to snuggle on the couch. When he slept he slept close, breath tickling over the back of his neck.