For The Fans Nyla K Quotes

I just want him, broken or not. I want all his uneven pieces.

I’m in love with an angel

I’m not gonna fuck you for money, Avi,” he growls. My gaze narrows at him. “Who says you’d be fucking me?

Ah, the introvert’s paradox. Waiting for other nerds to come to you.

@Backwardz_Avi: I’d give up candy for the rest of my life for one more kiss… He’s all the sugar I need.

Tell me…” His voice trails off, and he gulps. I peer down at him, and his cheeks are all manners of flushed. “Tell you what?” He swallows visibly again, whispering, “Tell me you think I’m beautiful

He smashes his hips against my face, feeding his big cock into my throat while I struggle to breathe. Then he releases my dick, all wet and swollen as he whimpers, “Kyran… I’m gonna come. Fuck yess, I’m gonna… come.

FuckBoiFarmer: Are you into agriculture? Cuz you sure know how to raise a cock.

He’s a bizarre character… A nerd who’s not good at school. An emo kid who smiles all the time. An artist with more muscle than some of the dudes on my team.

But I love it. I don’t even care, I’m in fucking love with it, because I’m in love with him, and fuck, I can’t believe I ever thought I could stop it from happening.

He took my hand at the edge, and squeezed it. And we fell together.

Better to be an open sinner than a false saint.

TaintedLove: Fill me like a Twinkie Daddy

Unicorndicks: God, I would beg you to ruin my life and thank you for it after.

I can’t tell where my stepbrother who thoroughly dislikes me ends, and my business partner who kisses me like my lips are holding him to the earth begins.

I barely even notice that I’m gripping his ass for dear life, clutching him while our bodies grind together, muscles tensed in anticipation of a sweet fucking release.

Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” I drop my mouth to his, kissing him and swallowing up his sounds. “The way your greedy little ass swallows my dick is… fucking euphoric.

Well, then…” His eyes spring back up to mine, and I didn’t think it was possible, but my cheeks flush ever harder. “Looks like we found our bottom.

I lift my fingers to his face, gripping his jaw and holding him in place to bruise his mouth with kisses, tugging his bottom lip between my teeth until he purrs. Oh, baby… Feed me that sound…

Even if I wanted to, there’s no moving away. I’m trapped beneath him. But the sickest part is that as soon as the words leave his lips, I’m waiting for it. Like it’s my reward for doing well… I want it.

This thing was already complicated as fuck before. But now, with these stupid butterflies bounding around in my gut, it’s just turned into the biggest mess of my life. He bottomed… But I feel like I’m the one who’s fucked.

My fucking heart… It’s floating weightlessly inside me like a balloon as I lean into him, resting my body on his strength and his size. My face tucks into the crook of his neck so he doesn’t see how badly I’m blushing like a lovestruck fool.

Sitting right above my heart is the ink I just got this morning. His name in script, and underneath it, it says Always only mine.

We have the fascinating ability to come to terms with the drastic changes of life. We modify, alter, and adjust…

it’s supposed to just be business; a job that I’m doing strictly for the cash. But I don’t know anyone in the world who loves their job that much…

I can go to school wherever I want. This is America… Land of the free to go into crippling student loan debt anywhere you choose.

He slinks a side-look at me that’s part teasing, part totally sexy and boyfriend-y, and… fucking mine.

Avi: Are you alone? Me: Yes… Avi: Then be a good boy and take your cock out for me

Attempting to be festive with my mother, Tom, and Kyran just sounds like something that will make me want to fa-la-la-la-light myself on fire.

He looks like a completely different person right now. I know it won’t last. In the blink of an eye, he’ll be back to regular old Kyran; my mean, grouchy stepbrother. He’ll remind me that we’re doing this for the money, and I’ll agree.

I like proving people wrong, and we all know how much I adore being different. So when the haters expect me to whip off my shirt and reveal a scrawny torso scattered with careless ink, but they instead find me ripped as hell, draped in intricate, artistic tattoos… I can’t help but feel smug.

Stalking over to the birthday cake on the counter, I hock a massive, raging loogie and spit it right on top of the pretty chocolate frosting.

What grown man eats Pop Tarts??” “That would be my boyfriend…” I sigh. “He eats like a pregnant seven-year-old.

The snag lies in the fact that I had this revelation while going to town on the severely impressive dick of my asshole stepbrother,

We both dry off side by side, my eyes falling to my toothbrush. I remember him using it this morning, and a grin tugs at my lips.

Maybe we’re not doing this stupid fucking dinner and I can hang out with my friends tonight instead of this parental version of waterboarding.

DarthKittyVader: 10/10 I would let those hands be my necklace.

I want to be able to read people… to know what their intentions are. I like my humans transparent. And Avi is a murky mass of opaque complexities.

Avi: Please, baby? I’ve been thinking about your ass all day... I’m fucking dripping for it

I’ll be the squirrel, you be the tree, and I’ll bust a nut in your hole.

He’s my savior, my first and my only. From eagle wings to angel wings… he’s my Avi. Dancing on the field of my heart.

I always hoped you boys would finally start acting like brothers at some point.

I’m kind of a weirdo, and I don’t want to have to change myself just to make friends. I’m a strong believer in it’ll happen if and when it happens.

My chest opens up like a bloom for him.

MeatMan: Make me your chia pet and smear your seed all over me

hat3_s3x_is_th3_b3st_s3x:

@Not_Your_Baby I’d let you both pound me into next Sunday with only some crisco and a prayer.

AlexandertheBait: My dick died…mind if I bury it in dat ass??

Tell me…” His voice trails off, and he gulps. I peer down at him, and his cheeks are all manners of flushed. “Tell you what?” He swallows visibly again, whispering, “Tell me you think I’m beautiful.

Then let me help you.” His head tilts as he gazes curiously down at me. I swallow a thick, scratchy gulp. “How…?” Sloping his face over mine, he stops when the tips of our noses are touching. “Give your dick what it wants.

I rub my eyes. “I didn’t even bring my weed… I gave up smoking for him.” Guty’s brow cocks. “Really?” I nod. “Wow…” “I mean, he didn’t ask me to…” I mutter. “I just don’t wanna be so blazed I miss out on the high of being with him.

Tears roll down my cheeks, and she swipes them away with her fingers. “God is faith, Avi. Faith in yourself, as a part of the world as it turns. And for all the hate, and sickness and despair we experience, there are equal parts love and joy. You just have to look up.

I’m in love with an angel. And not the kind with wings and a halo. A human with a heart bigger than a football field. An angel with talent that knows no bounds, who doesn’t conform to societal norms, because those are for suckers. Who believes in aliens and cryptids… Conspiracy theories? My angel knows them all, and will tell you just how misguided your truths are. I’m in love with an angel who is gorgeous and sexy, and has a body that’ll make you weep… And funnily enough, it’s made up almost entirely of sugar. I’m in love with an angel who uses Twizzlers as straws and gives gummy bears names. Oh, hello, Bob. Nice to eat you today. I’m in love with an angel who never stopped believing in me… Even after every bad thing I ever did to him. An angel I used to say hurtful things to, but who still spoke words of encouragement to me when I needed it… Who was there for me when no one else was. An angel who told me it’s not over until it’s over. Because it’s not. I promise, it’s not. My angel was the last person I thought I could love… But I came back to him, over and over, because my heart wanted him when I didn’t understand why. And now I do understand it. It’s as clear as the crystalline grayish blue in his eyes. My angel saved me. He rescued me from hiding. He held me when I needed him, and he loved me when I didn’t. He’s selfless, real… just a brilliant, beautiful fucking weirdo. I’m in love with an angel… And his name is Avi.

As long as someone’s hot, I’ll be a THOT!

I get a sense these homies are down with the forbidden.

I don’t like lying to my mom, but what other choice do I have? I can’t very well tell her that I’m slowly turning into a gay pornstar, and that my tuition money is coming from videos of me sucking orgasms out of her husband’s son.

Running in circles alone, we somehow wound up chasing each other.

Maybe sometimes opposites can attract. Maybe someone has something that you don’t… And they make you better.

God is faith, Avi. Faith in yourself, as a part of the world as it turns. And for all the hate, and sickness and despair we experience, there are equal parts love and joy. You just have to look up.

I’m kind of a weirdo, and I don’t want to have to change myself just to make friends. I’m a strong believer in it’ll happen if and when it happens. If there are people out there who also love art and emo music from before their time, who fan over cryptids and true crime and Tarantino, then we’ll eventually find each other and become friends. Why force it?

Empty and alone… In my abandoned amusement park.

In my abandoned amusement park.

I’m not into dudes,

You need to smoke some weed. Because you’re stressing me out.

Choke me, Daddy,” I taunt, smirking while he pins me with an icy look.

But the thing I’ve come to realize is… some anxiety is good. It’s normal. You’re supposed to feel things. We’re made to feel all emotions, good and bad.

You have… no… clue… who you really are.

If you call me baby again, I’ll stuff my whole hand in here,” I growl, and he chuckles, dragging his lips down to kiss my neck.

You got it, superstar.

I couldn’t help how hard I was shaking in my Chucks.

Don’t lick me, Avi,” Kyran threatens. “Or I’ll rip your tongue off.” “Mmm… that’s it. Talk dirty to me,” I tease. He makes it way too easy. Kyran growls, his movements slowing. “I’m gonna fucking murder you.

Karma’s a bitch. Treat other people like shit and it eventually comes back to you.

redhot32: I want u both to WRECK me while I worship u from ur head to ur toes. GoldieCucks: Tie me up like granny’s knitted blanket

I knew he came in his pants that night because of me. I win.

FranknBeanz: Ass so tight I could crack my nuts on it

Not before I wipe my ass with your face cloth, you epic toolbag!

So if you could hop down from your egotistical high horse and take that giant studded stick out of your ass for long enough to enjoy a party, I’m sure you’d be doing everyone who knows you a huge favor.

Say please.

that will make me want to fa-la-la-la-light myself on fire.

Log on, and charge up those vibes, friends. Kyran and Avi are stepping on screen… ;)

I’m not interested in hooking up with guys. I don’t want them touching my dick, or pressing their bodies against mine… Whispering things over my lips while they drag me into ridiculous, unwelcome spine-tingling orgasms.

For the fans… Right?” His lashes flutter and he peers down at me, nodding slowly. “Yea. Yea, totally… For the fans.

He bottomed… But I feel like I’m the one who’s fucked.

He made a prom for me??

But when he does, his face drops and even pales a little, like he’s just seen a ghost whose cum he swallowed.

No one gets to tell us to tone down our rainbows.

I’m so crazy in love with him, and I just want to be with him… To hold his hand, and buy him Twizzlers, and listen to him talk about reptilians. I want to support him like he’s supported me, and I want to see his eyes sparkle when he’s excited. I’m in love with Avi Vega, wholly, truly, un- fucking- deniably.

Great Odin’s raven, I have zero chill right now.

Our street, where he found me.

Ditch the football and you could be the next Jake Gyllenhaal.

Is one of Batman’s moves to leave hickeys all over his enemies?

The only thing we can do is have faith in us, find beauty in the pain, and laugh as much as possible.

I can’t control how other people react to things. I can only control my own actions.

This is… too good, Kyran.” My eyes fall shut when he presses his wet chest to mine, fingers running up my sides. Too good to be true… “Is there such a thing as too good?” he breathes. Yes… I think there is such a thing as too good. Because no matter how high your soul soars, the fear of heartache always waits for you back down on the ground.

Do you want to stay?” I ask quietly. He nods. And the looming question fights its way up my throat. “Would you still want to… if someone knew you were here?” Kyran seals himself to me, hands gripping my back as his forehead drops to mine. “I… I think so.

I’m swooning so hard, I’m like the heart-eyed emoji personified.

Boy, if other people worked as hard as you at denying themselves good things, we’d be living in a world without corndogs.

Please tell me we have more Lucky Charms… I’m in need of the kind of comfort only freeze-dried marshmallows can provide.

I’m kind of a weirdo, and I don’t want to have to change myself just to make friends. I’m a strong believer in it’ll happen if and when it happens. If there are people out there who also love art and emo music from before their time, who fan over cryptids and true crime and Tarantino, then we’ll eventually find each other and become friends. Why force it? Ah, the introvert’s paradox. Waiting for other nerds to come to you.

I’m gonna… come,” he croaks, hauling me closer by my shirt until I’m hovering over him, our hands bumping together in the furious chase. The swollen tips of our cocks brush and a shuddering cry brings hoarse words from his lips. “Fuck… Fuck you, Avi… fuck you, I’m gonna fucking come for you.