Nyla K Quotes

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

I’m in love with an angel

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

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

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

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

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.

Better to be an open sinner than a false saint.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

But it’s not that simple. All the things I used to see as black and white have distorted into a mass of gray; complexities I never knew existed now consuming me.

This book is dedicated to anyone brave enough to embrace your issues… Courageous enough to dance with your demons. Here’s to the beautiful deformities in us all.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

Maybe we’re two mangled, jagged pieces who could click together, despite all the fires burning around us.

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

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

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.

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…

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.

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.

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

TaintedLove: Fill me like a Twinkie Daddy

Normal really is subjective.

The bliss that comes from being unapologetically bad.

We’ve already sacrificed ourselves to the sin, like a door torn off its hinges; opened permanently. There’s no saving us now.

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

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.

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.

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… I have trouble getting it to go down. Especially in stressful situations,” he mutters, giving me a guilty look. I swear to God, this kid is going to be the death of me. There’s something about his issues that just turns me the fuck on. He’s completely naked in front of me, shivering because he’s worried and it’s goddamn cold in here, just like I told him it would be, and his dick is hardening, his cheeks still fucking pink, lips all soft and pouty. I can’t take it.

Sin with me, Sunshine… We both know I’m damned either way.

The world needs people like us. The evil to balance out the good. The monsters under their beds, the fear. Fear is important, after all. It reminds us that we’re alive.

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.

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.

My chest opens up like a bloom for him.

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.

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…

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

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

You can escape from just about anything… Anything but yourself.

Evil doesn’t exist. It’s only the reality of the world’s chaos. And we just keep spinning.

It’s like Lem wrote in his book… We all have good in us. We all house evil. The extent to which we practice it is what separates us from them.

If I’m your Want, then you’re my Need.

He might be the patient, but I’m the one who’s brainwashed. And I never want to wake from this debauchery.

I think in some way I wanted it to end, even if it meant my own destruction.” —Jeffrey Dahmer

What we like behind closed doors makes us who we are on the other side.

Tell me every terrible thing you ever did and let me love you anyway.

Remember, if it gets too intense, our safeword is Antidisestablishmentarianism.

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

Breed me,” I gasp.

He doesn’t want to kiss me, he wants to kill me,

Officer Kemper is dark, scary and unpredictable. I don’t understand how it’s possible for someone to go from tasing and handcuffing you in order to force sexual acts, to spooning you and bringing you eggs. It was basically breakfast in bed, and now I have a cage on my cock.

I’m sorry for all the time I wasted being scared,” he whispers. I shake my head. “Don’t ever apologize for that. You’re worth all the time in the world, baby. I would’ve waited years for you.

Jess, you’re the only thing in my life that’s never really made sense… In a good way. It’s like you’re the most unexpected gift I could ever receive. You give me life, baby... You always have.

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.

I’m captivated… Hypnotized, enamored, and fully occupied by him. He lifts his face to look at me. I give up the last fuck I was holding onto as our identical green eyes meld together. And he whispers, “Mine.

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 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.

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.

That is one of the best dicks I’ve ever seen. Pants down.

I don’t need love when I have lust. I don’t need a father when I can land a Daddy. And I don’t need Sunshine… when I do much better in the dark.

You’re my greatest weakness…” he tells me with wonder in his tone. “But I think I want it. Knowing you’ll catch me makes me want to fall.

I’d rather be stupid and happy than hold the knowledge of the world and its misery.

The world isn’t black and white, especially not with you. You’re a prism of color, reflecting every beautiful thing back, and I never want to let that go.

You make me so fucking happy, baby, and I just want to return the favor. I want to give you the life you deserve. Out in the open.

But just know, every moment I’m with you… is fireworks over the ocean.

Till no death that could ever part us.

May you forever hold each other’s hands through the chaos of life… Toss up your middle fingers, and tell the world to fuck off.

But his feelings for me… Those were fragments of truth scattered among the lies.

If mine is a king, then his is the dragon who burns down the castle.

Thus Spoke Zarathustra, which goes: “One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.

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.

regardless of the panicked uncertainty he’s feeling, his dick is much less confused.

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

Don’t let your happiness rely on other people.

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

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.

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.

Just remember, Cyrus… I’m with you, even when I’m not with you.

He does fucking own me, and I think he always has.

Well, you know what I always say.” I smirk. “When you’re here, you’re family.” “That’s Olive Garden,” he chortles. “Mhm, and you can eat my breadstick and toss my salad as much as you want.

Boston loves the queers. North Dakota… not so much.” “I resent that,” I mutter. “Harley, how many bisexual men does your dad know?” He shoots me a look. “Trick question,” I reply, then mumble, “He doesn’t believe in bisexual…” “I rest my case.

Baby, I thought I’d lost you,” he whispers into the crook of my neck, breath warming me as he practically climbs into the driver seat, clutching me for dear life. “I thought you were gone… I can’t lose you, too, baby. I can’t fucking lose you, too.

The thing is, you have to stop and recognize when you’re in the good times. Force yourself not to take moments of bliss for granted. Because the memories are great, but they don’t hold a candle to the real thing, and you’ll always wish you could get this back.

And a real father would let you go out on Christmas to get laid?” His voice is eerily quiet, eyes alit in their darkness. Chills sheet my skin as I back up. “I’m not going to… I just wanted to hang out with—” “Say his name to me,” he snarls, surging closer with threatening strides. “See what fucking happens.