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cityofstrange · 1 month
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ARTEMAS - i like the way you kiss me
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shesmanic · 1 month
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koulouris · 27 days
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i like the way you kiss me, i can tell you miss me
i can tell it hits, hits, hits, hits 💜
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diacripticcomplex · 27 days
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Ayato x Yui
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mrsnakaj1ma · 3 months
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Chuuya fucks to Artemas and he does it fast and rough when he does :3
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hijodelagua · 1 month
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lady-phasma · 5 days
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i like the way you kiss me by Artemas feels like an arospec anthem. I have listened to it too many times.
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It also has praise k!nk undertones.
It's becoming a problem: if this were MySpace this song would play on my profile
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midnightmajick · 14 days
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Miss Me?
Derek Danforth x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of drug use and sex, some angst
18+ only, Minors DNI
Word count: 1,076 words
Derek Danforth never truly let anyone know him for who he was. He put on a dominant, commanding facade, but underneath all of that, he’s just a little boy whose father left because he thought his son was a disappointment. If only his father could see him now. An unstoppable force who created his own multi-million-dollar empire. Who’s laughing now Dad? he thinks to himself.
He takes a drag from his cigarette and exhales, he’s tired and his head is pounding from the sheer amount of alcohol and weed he consumed last night. He’s half drifting off, half lost in thought when you come up behind him. He flinches. Who the fuck was behind him? He’s certain his pot was laced; he had a really bad trip last night and he’s still somewhat paranoid. You pick up on his worry, and you can’t help but feel bad for him.
“It’s just me,” you soothe. No response. Is he upset with you? “Derek?” But he still doesn’t answer you. Meanwhile, Derek is livid. As far as he can remember, he got a text from you saying you were leaving him. It was hazy, but it happened, right?
It bothered him more than it should, he didn’t usually get attached to people, and you shouldn’t be an exception. His father would say he was being pathetic, weak for missing you. And he would be right. If you leave, he can just find someone else. He doesn’t need you. Or at least he shouldn’t. But as you begin to speak, he realizes he does.
“Derek, what’s with you? You-” He immediately interrupts you, and his voice is full of malice. “You think you’ll ever find anyone like me? Who can give you what I can? Cause I’m telling you right now, you can’t. No matter what, I am the best thing that will ever happen to you. You can’t just throw me away. You’d be stupid to let go of-” But now it’s your turn to cut him off.
“What are you talking about? You’re acting like I did something, and I have no clue what the problem is. What did I do?” As soon as you finish your question, he leers at you. If looks could kill, well, you’d definitely be dead. “How do you not remember?” he growls. “Remember what?” Now you’re really confused. What the fuck was he talking about? “You said you were done with me,” he quips angrily, then snarkily retorts, “Not that it bothers me.”
“Number one, I never said that; and two, it’s clear that it does,” you respond, confused why he was saying you wanted to leave him. You never said anything of the sort, and you’re hurt that he wouldn’t have cared if you actually wanted to leave. You know he does deep down, but hearing him say otherwise is still painful.
You told yourself not to get attached to him, but that all went out the window after he fucked you the first time. You’re just in it for the sex, you tried to tell yourself, but somehow you find yourself consumed by thoughts of him. You wonder what he’d be like if he were sober, if he wasn’t so angry all of the time. He has a huge chip on his shoulder and you have no idea why. All you know is he seems to want to prove himself over and over, despite being incredibly successful.
What if he were happy? What if you could make him happy? You had to try, right? But what if he finds out how you feel about him and bolts? You know he’s afraid of commitment, that he doesn’t want to be tied down by anyone or anything. But what if? That question will always remain if you never try, and you know it.
You know you should be happy with what you have with him, with having him fuck your brains out, but you want more than that. You don’t just want his body, you want his heart. His response snaps you out of your thoughts instantly, and it nearly breaks your heart.
“It really doesn’t. If I wanted to replace you, I easily could. Don’t forget who has the power here. You think you have the right to talk to me like that? I’m Derek fucking Danforth, I don’t need you! I don’t need anyone! So fuck off Y/N!” he snarls, voice dripping with venom. “B-but... I don’t want you to replace me... I... need you...” You trail off as you sniffle, wiping away the tears forming in your eyes. He immediately freezes in place.
“What?” he blinks, clearly unsure if he’s hearing you correctly. “I...” You try to speak, but the words won’t come out. “No, say it,” he presses softly. “Please.” The please is small, but shocking nonetheless. He never says please. Why is he saying it now? What makes now a time for him to be kind to you? He was incredibly pissed at you ten seconds ago, so why isn’t he now?
“I said...” you start, but your lips are frozen in fear, your body trembling like a leaf. What if he leaves you? What then? You gulp, flicking your eyes to his as panic nearly overtakes you. But you find him looking right back at you, with an expression you’ve never seen on his face. Ever. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but it’s something soft, something sweet. Something completely foreign. Those gorgeous brown eyes are gazing right into yours, and you want nothing more than for him to kiss you. Not sensually, but lovingly. Tenderly.
“Go on, tell me,” he encourages, his eyes not leaving yours. Why is he acting like this? He’s never been sweet with you. He looks almost... Kind. As odd as you find this scenario, you find yourself unable to say no to him. Not when he looks at you like this.
“I need you,” you finally choke out. There’s no hiding it now. Your cheeks are flushed, your pupils blown wide. Not with desire, but with something else, something you haven’t felt in a long time.
Before you know it, his scent fills your nostrils and his lips ghost over yours. They meet in a familiar dance, but something is different. New, even. And then it finally clicks. Why he’s finally letting his guard down. Because he feels the same. Because he needs you too.
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macaroniwithnoodles · 9 hours
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wyll is too sweet by hozier and astarion is i like the way you kiss me by artemas btw
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The great black see shining under sun's rays
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I-
I like the way you kiss me,
I can tell you miss me
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I can tell it
hits, hits, hits, hits
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decaydancemp3 · 14 days
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nativeofvenus · 22 days
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1000-year-old-virgin · 2 months
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Artemas - Just Want U To Feel Something
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i like the way you kiss me.
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