Please don't hurt me anymore...

how i imagine tracob texting looks like

"But you can call me master my pretty little angel." Angel is only nineteen years old. He's studying law and is a really good writer. He doesn't drink or smoke. Angel not a really sexually guy... In fact he's still a virgin, but something really soon might change that. Mason, 25 years old, owns his own business and is highly appreciated. Never has he been the one to chase after what or who he wants, he always have them chasing after him. But that all changes when he meets Angel and only God knows what he'll do to get him as his to submissive.

originally a joshler fic by holdingontojish

troye mellet is a thief, and a damn good one at that. most have heard of him. most don't understand him. and jacob bixenman is the fbi agent who can never seem to catch him.

in which troye works at jacob's favourite thrift store.

"troye sivan, you've been served." the man in a black coat says, handing me a folder. i clench my jaw, taking it. "all i did was spill a coffee on the bloke, it's not like i fucked his mother in hindsight."

straight with gay tendencies

"it hurts." troye cries holding onto jacob for dear life, the pain in his body so great dying felt worth it. jacob kisses his forehead, salty tears falling down his face. "i know it hurts." !tracob! | triggering content |

"let my lever shift your centre of mass," "Go away Jacob." ××× Or where Jacob and Troye are chemistry lab partners and Jacob just wants to have some fun