Bang! bang!

Adam jumped, as someone kicked the door. If he stayed silent maybe they’d think he wasn’t there. Bang!

No one’s here.” Adam groaned. 

"Cute" Adam didn’t recognize the voice, not immediately. But he wanted to make the banging stop, so he reluctantly put on pants walking to the door shirtless. He was met with a blonde haired boy, smiling, like it wasn’t a ridiculous time of the morning. Okay it was nine am but still, Adam hadn’t fallen asleep till five and he felt like death. 

"Morning star-shine the earth says, hello!" Swan bopped his nose as he pushed passed, putting a coffee on the table. Adam still stood by the door, rubbing sleep from his eyes. This wasn’t happening, this couldn’t be happening. How did he even know where he lived?

"School directory." Swan answered, had he ask that out loud. Ugh, It’s to early to be dealing with someone like Swan. 

"Your coffee’s gonna get cold Parrish," Adam just glared "Don’t worry it’s just coffee" Swan made himself comfortable on Adam’s bed. Adam was going to protest but he knew it wouldn’t make any difference, he was learning if Swan wanted to do something he was going to do it. 

"We’re not gonna have to hang out at school right?" He took the coffee

"God, of course not I’m way too cool to be seen with trailer trash." Adam smiled despite himself.

(idk what this is it was suppose to be more where swan was all like “oh a want a favour for you to help me build a car for skov’s 18th”, which lead to them being alone a lot in the garage and blowjobs happened but i bailed, but i’m gonna throw this at you anyway and give you blowjobs later)

09.22.2014 / +9


The blonde boy’s  lazing on the couch when you find him, playing something on his phone. By the look on his face you’d guess it was ‘Words With Friends’ he was obnoxiously good at it. You watch him for a little while, his tongue pushing at the side of his cheek, eyebrows knit in concentration. You feel guilty for disturbing him, but not guilty enough to not disturb him.

You crawl onto the couch, head ducking under the boy’s phone to lay on his chest, hand crawls under his shirt, your cheek nuzzling into his neck. 

"Play with my hair." Your fingers idly drumming on his stomach, while he continued to play with his phone. You feel whiny and needy, but the need wins out in the end. You trail your lips over his collarbone, sighing a please. You feel so pathetic. He’s usually the needy one, though only when drunk, you wish you were drunk so you’d wake up with no knowledge of this exchange. 

"God, you’re so needy sometimes." He smiles, but you know this and you’re usually better at hiding it. But, it’s too still outside, no one else it home and you’re suffocating in your own skin. You just need to be reminded you’re loved and wanted. Not reminded you’re a needy dick, who’d beg for just a scrap of tenderness.

"Yeah." It leaves your mouth like a surrender, a white flag. You get up to leave but the boy under you takes pity, he lays down his phone, snakes a hand into your hair. You relax against it, chest flush against his, matching your breathing to his heartbeat, slow and steady. He moves his head down to kiss you, it’s light and warm, heat swirls in you, like warm cocoa. He pushing you into the back of the couch, trailing his hand down your body, fingers dragging across the front of your sweat pants, you jerk back.

"No, I don’t want…" he’s looking down at you, his gaze softer than you expected. You thought he’d be angry, but he just wants to help. "I just want to sleep, is that okay?" He repositions himself so you’re both lying down, your head against his chest, his arms around you stroking your back.

"Of course." he kisses your forehead and starts humming a familiar tune, but you’re drifting too far to quite place it.

09.22.2014 / +12 / pristinelyy
Anonymous asked: Well, you are a wonderful person.
09.22.2014 /
Anonymous asked: you are so cool and i like how youre not afraid to speak up and post your different views
09.22.2014 / +1
Anonymous asked: idek man you're just badass af.


but im actually a pansy tho

anonymously tell me your feelings about me

09.22.2014 /

roninlynch replied to your post “roninlynch replied to your post “parrysh replied to your post “Be a…”

But but butt

does this mean the next thing you write will be all about dat ass

09.22.2014 / +2

roninlynch replied to your post “parrysh replied to your post “Be a good boy.” jeSUS CHRIST??!!! at…”

Omg you guys need to not.

you need to not send me smut that makes me wish i had a dick

09.22.2014 / +3
parrysh asked: well i am available for kisses if you ever wanted to know if you're good ;)



yeah just let me stretch my lips to the other side of the world real quick

and there i’ll be waiting

remind me to never bring any boyfriends home to you k thanks

09.22.2014 / +7 / matthewalynch / fuckingkavinsky

parrysh replied to your post “Be a good boy.”


at first I wasn’t going to publish but then I was like, absolutely not kendyll needs to read and enjoy this

09.22.2014 / +4

“I’m so full of you that there are parts of me that can only respond to your touch. My hair, my mouth, my throat: they’re all anxious for you. They’re all waiting. Anyone else feels like they don’t belong. But you, you’ve got me all wired up, nerves twisted into knots, hands fucking shaking before they’ve even touched. You feel like home even though you’re not. That’s the most terrifying part of it all. You’re not, but the rest of me is convinced that you are.”

Azra.T “Homeostasis” (via 5000letters)

09.22.2014 / +1362 / parrysh / 5000letters