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We might be way too different, but maybe it doesn’t matter when we have one thing in common… Each other.
He’s an unpredictable storm, this man. Constantly tossing me back and forth, knocking the air out of me while I keep scrambling up, just trying to hang on.
“You’re so dirty,”
“So sexy, filthy, fucking perfect…”
“I love you so hard, Lexington. You’re everything to me…”
“I really fucking love you, Warren.”
“Don’t toy with me…”
“But you’re my toy.”
“No one’s ever belonged to anyone harder than you belong to me.”
Sid Vicious’s creepy cousin
More than words.”
“Sayin’ I loveee youuu is not the words I want to hear from you…” I sing, chuckling at the wide grin on Darcey’s face. “Oh, here we go,” Dash chirps, joining in. “It’s not that I want you not to say, but if you only knew…” Ren rolls his eyes. “How easy it would be to show me how you feel!” And now we’re all singing it. “More than words… is all you have to do to make it real…” Even Darcey is swaying across the table. “Then you wouldn’t have to say…” Ren and I are motioning for Kang to join in, and he’s scowling, obviously trying hard not to break. But when we start pouting, he concedes. Maybe
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It’s always us, above all else. He’s my boyfriend, and I love him.
We’re staying together… Even if it means burning down everything else.
And I miss Ren. More than anything else, I fucking miss him so bad, it feels like my gut has been sliced open and my organs are being pulled out one at a time.
I miss his dazzling smile, and his delicious scent, his possessive touch, and his achingly sweet taste. I miss watching him push his dark, shiny hair back and wink at me like he fully knows exactly how damn beautiful he is. And his voice, whispering ridiculous, filthy things in my ear to make me squirm while we’re sitting in a crowded room.
I really am Dr. Frankenstein up in this bitch. ’Cause it’s alive.
Still, I allow myself a few seconds to stumble to my feet and do the cabbage patch around my cell. This is a million times more amazing than hacking into the Pentagon!
“You s-suck so deep… Swallow my cock, baby. Eat it whole.”
“Fffuck… my tight, perfect flame, you’re so hot you’re burning me up,”
we love each other so desperately that even the most illicit, raunchy fucking somehow becomes beautiful.
“It doesn’t matter,” he says firmly, placing my hand over his heart. “This belongs to you. Yours belongs to me… We fucking belong together, Warren.”
pajarito?”
Little Bird
“Si, papi…” Words come from a hushed voice I can’t place. “Eres el diablo.”
Yes, Daddy...you are the devil.
“Dios…” one of the guards coughs. “Eduardo… está bien?” More shuffling. “Háblame! Fuck fuck fuck… Eduardo??”
God... Eduardo... are you okay?...talk to me! ...fuck fuck fuck! Eduardo!
“Dios mío, Eduardo, por favor…”
My god! Eduardo , please!
“I love you so fucking much, Warren Xavier.” “I love you beyond all reasoning, Lexington Deon.”
Home Sweet Home by Mötley Crüe.
“we were blaring Kickstart My Heart and dancing around the room. He was Nikki Sixx and I was Tommy Lee.”
“Don’t stop holding me, baby…”
“Never letting go of you. Mine.”
Mental illness isn’t your fault, but it is your responsibility.”
“He’s more… Oh man, what’s the word I’m looking for?” “Sweet?” “Genuine?” “Dangerous?” “Yes! All of those,” I hum, and Leah cackles. “You can’t describe Ren with words… He’s just Ren.”
Ren was always going to be one of the more complicated characters I’ve written.
Something about his brokenness really resonated with me. His endless searching for anything to fill the void.
Just one of many messages from Ren as a character is that there is absolutely nothing wrong with loving sex.
Sex workers deserve rights.
And honestly, as much as the internet can be a downfall to humanity sometimes, the rise of things like OnlyFans have really provided an outlet for people to explore safely.
the stigma still very mu...
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nothing he did was ever meant to hurt Luthor,
the real, raw struggles of human beings suffering from mental health issues, to me, are very important to depict.
That they could accept each other and love each other, faults and all.
And I’m proud as fuck of his strength and how much he developed as a character.
He’s just a human being with complex issues, and it’s what I love most about writing these broken boys. Being able to give them the love they need and deserve in their partners who will accept them, no matter what.
He’s unbelievably kind, loyal, and empathetic down to his bones. The perfect shy nerd to accidentally hack into the Pentagon.
what I hope is that you were able to picture him all disheveled, with empty soda cans everywhere, staring at his screens and mumbling things about the government. Because that’s totally the vibe I was going for.
he didn’t even realize he had a sort of demanding sexual side until he met Ren.
This mix of real-world, raw, human issues and desperately fictionalized drama has to be the most fun thing I could never have dreamt of doing, and I’m forever grateful that while sitting in my Brooklyn apartment during quarantine, I cocked my head and said, “Hm… I think I wanna write a story about a prison.”
Gay romance Alcatraz. Guantanamo, but make it hot, and queer asf.
I’ll meet you back in the rubble. We’ll get this bloody party started. ;)
