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About: I am Moose....I am a 31 years young trans man, I work one job and am currently dealing with a LOT of stress in real life. This is a escape for me, and I want to enjoy writing with my partners and for my partners to enjoy writing with me.
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This Blog will contain heavy Sex, Drugs, Violence, Profanity, and will talk about gore. I am not always great at tagging, but I will do my best to ensure threads involving heavy topics are tagged. I also will always put Smut under a read more, and it will be tagged as LEMON, so not to piss off Tumblr.
VERSES
Prewar.
Mr. Big Screen
ReHydrated
RAIDER
Unforgettable: (transmasc)
Ex :YellowJacket (transmasc)
More To Come...
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[bite.] sender sinks their teeth into receiver's neck / shoulder / skin.
[scratch.] sender rakes their nails down receiver's back.[breed.] sender fucks receiver deep and finishes inside.
The Mojave was hotter than blazes during the days more often then not, but in the night it could cool down considerably. Robert and Lon had driven out to the Observatory, it was a bit of a drive to get up to the mountains. But it was cooler up here, and the stars were absolutely gorgeous.
Nobody else was up here at this hour, it was just the two of them. Not many people worked at the Observatory, and security was a very old man who was fast asleep in the office. They weren't going to be disturbed. The back of the truck, was a very nice mattress that fit in the bed of the truck. Plenty of blankets and pillows, plush and comfortable. Not to mention an icebox that was filled with expensive good snacks and very good alcohol.
The picnic had been nice, they chatted, and drank and chain smoked cigarettes. The purple fleece blanket keeps their legs warm as emerald green pillows cushion all sides of the truckbed. They started away from each other, so they could look at one another easy when they spoke. Or so Robert could point out different constellations when they looked up.
However at some point, in the enjoyment and coolness of the night, Robert needed more heat. Lon needed more touch and less talking, and Robert was happy to shut up. Straddling Lon as he sits, eventually somehow his pants are taken off, well half way anyways, one leg managed to get out and that was enough to give Lon the acess to his cunt that he needed.
Robert's kiss was hungry as his wet cunt slides down and feels filled by Lon. His breath ragged against the other's lips for a moment as he adjusts. The feeling of the cold night air, the being at the highest point they could be in the area. Las Vegas a shining beacon in the distance. Not to mention he hasn't been taken out on a proper date in a long time outside of the city.
He groans when he feels Lon's hands slide under his shirt, desperate for his skin, then he's clawing down Robert's back. Robert whimpers as he rides Lon's cock, knowing that the marks would be deep and dark under his shirt later. That it would take weeks for those scratch marks to heal, because he refused to make those go away so easily with modern medicine. His cunt feels so full, and his eyes roll back as he keeps rolling his hips down onto Lon's.
"Fuck I love how you fill me up."
Robert pants, it was a tell of his, when he cursed his mind was entirely gone. And he was just focused on wanting to cum. He wanted to cum on Lon's dick, and he wanted nothing more than to be filled and leaking with his lover's cum. Robert thought this angle, riding Lon like this was nice, Lon had a good view, as did Robert, of the stars and everything. But then Robert is feeling himself forced onto his back onto the bed. And thank god they loaded an actual soft bed into the back of the truck.
The angle shift is still shocking, but Robert's legs wrap around the other's waist, and he feels Lon just attack his throat with kisses and sucks and licks. As those hips begin to piston and punish him with unrelenting fucking force. Every thrust begins to force involuntary moans out of Robert's throat, involuntary whimpers he can't stifle. Didn't want to stifle. Nobody was around but the owls in the trees, so Lon could enjoy the pathetic noises Robert makes.
Robert feels like his end is fast approaching, his legs are holding to Lon's waist so tightly. Robert feels Lon come from his throat and kiss his lips again brusingly. The sounds of his cock ramming his wet cunt, the twinkling of the stars in Robert's eyes. Robert can't help but arch his lower back, as he feels Lon seem to punish fuck him.
"Ah-ah-ah fu-fuck Lon- fill me uppp. Fuckin' cum in me-"
Robert can't help but beg brokenly between thrusts, but then he gasps as he feels Lon's teeth bite into his neck. It was so shockin it forced Robert to cum, but as Robert's cunt tightens so hard around Lon. It must of forced Lon to cum too, because he feels Lon's sputtering of his hips and then begin to slow.
Robert whimpers as he feels Lon's tongue begin to tease the indentations from his teeth in Robert's neck. Robert was still trying to catch his breath. But he was once again, very happy to be marked and filled.
For a moment, he wonders if heās finally managed to push the scenario too far and earn Robertās rebellionāor his premature departure, fed up with Lonās unpredictable antics, which would be quite disappointingābut no! No, Mr. House stays put and takes the punishment like the deserving slut for it he is, and, furthermore, obeys Lonās orders despite an understandably shaken resolve. His tension seeps between them; Lon hopes by the end of the night heāll get to see those shoulders totally relaxed, exhausted, and content, but for now he delights in signs of the annoyance heās caused.
The restrained anger in Robertās hands that dig into his legs earns his attention, but nothing else. Lon isnāt stupid; he knows that in the grand scheme of things, Robert has the upper hand over him and likely always will, that beyond the dynamic within this room, their lives occupy quite different levels of power. He knows that if he does go too far, it can have quite severe consequences for him. But, Lon isnāt stupid: he may be somewhat new to handling the reigns heās been given, but heās adept and experienced at the emotional sensitivity they require. Thatās what he adores about the role even more than the sex: being charged with the thrilling act of handling someoneās emotions, their body and mind, to seek and maintain that unique and personal balance of pleasure and torture that keeps them coming back to freely give it all up to him again and again. Every time theyāve shared together, Lon pushes Robert further and further, defining that line between them, but not without care and regard for his own.
Despite the clear strain, Robert does what heās told. Good. Lon smokes and drinks above him, watching as that gorgeous, ruined face puts on a fantastic show for him. That cheekbone will welt beautifully, and, oh, that lovely, busted lip must hurt a great deal, getting stretched by and rubbing against his hard cock and being stung by pre-seminal fluid. When Robert dips to suck his balls, he lets out an approving groan, a hand finding its way to the back of his head and gently holding it there for a moment; when at last heās back to his cock, Lonās hand stays there without any pressure.
āFuckātake it, like that. Gorgeous fucking cocksucker. The best goddamn mouth ināfuck, suck it just like that, yesāā
Itās not long before heās fucking that mouth again, hands at either side of Robertās head. His better leg supports his weight while his hips thrust from below, and thereās something about the angle of the movement that makes it all even better for him than when he was standing. Compliments, degradation, and expletives each tumble from his mouth as Robert proves himself a reliable throat-fuck once again, allowing Lon to pick up the pace as he sees fit for them both. There are fewer breaks in the rhythm than before, he being less concerned for the slutās well-being since he took his cock so hungrily and expertly already, and they can both feel his carnal desperation ramp up gradually as his body tenses and his words become only sounds.
An arm is holding Robertās head down, Lonās torso slightly hunched over it again, when he feels that prickling sensation down his spine mark the countdown to his own orgasm. āStay there,ā he commands, breathy, as though the man has any say in the matter. His hips stutter; his breathing becomes rapid, making it hard to speak. āKeep sucking, take it allāā
When he comes, his cock is fully sheathed inside Robertās mouth, the shaft twitching hard as his seed is finally pumped through it. Hands clutch at Robertās head as tense pleasure ripples through his body; hips give their final jerking thrusts into that impeccable mouth, and a rough but quiet groan claws its way from Lonās chest out of his own. Heās not even near to catching his breath when he suddenly engages again, sitting back down fully and pushing Robertās forehead back so he can properly see his handsome mug in all its wet, post-cocksucking glory. āāDonāt swallow. Open your mouth, let me see it.ā
There are sirens blaring down the street outside this seedy hotel room. And the room was rather seedy now, musky. Or perhaps it was just the musk of Lon's groin that Robert couldn't get enough of. Letting his throat and mouth be the sole object for Lon's pleasure. A human fleshlight of a sorts. But, Robert did love hearing how well he was doing. Every praise going more and more to his head. And he loved how his voice would hiss when he was truly enjoying himself.
Or when Lon's body would hunch over his own, the feeling of being forced down and trying to keep his mouth open like a perfect fucking whore. Taking the cock he's been craving down his throat and moaning for more. Needing to taste the other's release on his tongue again. His hand's switch behind his back. Allowing his left hand to get some blood flow back to it, the numb sensation in his fingers tingle in a painful way. Which was what he wanted. His left hand now grips his right behind his back to do the same vice grip to the other hand now. Restraints are something he very much wishes to experiment with at some point. Because he certainly can get handsy.
Robert's body slowly but surly begins to relax a bit, even if his grip on his wrist doesn't. His mouth and tongue doing their magic on Lon's cock. Eyes's remaining closed as to avoid a black eye from his belt buckle on accident. Not that he was opposed to it per say but that prong was a bit close to his eye and he really didn't want to lose it. Only when he feels Lon cum down the back of his throat does he groan and begin to gag a bit.
He can't touch the other still and his nails dig tightly into his own wrist. Drawing blood on accident, because he wanted to grab the others cock and milk it for everything he had. Robert had already swallowed some of the mans cum. It had shot so far down his throat and was choking him. But there was still plenty for Robert try and force to the front. Lon falling back in the chair again and his cock falling from his mouth. Robert's face was ruined. Mustache was no longer nicely groomed, it had spit and dried blood in it. And his split lip was so swollen in the middle of his bottom lip. His mouth open slowly, as his dark eyes make eye contact with Lon's again. The other's cum slowly pouring through the cut of his lip and slowly dribbling in a thick stream down his chin.
His breathing was labored, his nose a bit wet with mucus as he tries to breath through it. But he hopes Lon enjoys the mess he made of Robert's face. As it was all his doing now except for the initial hit, but Lon sure made the wound WORSE. Might even scar his lip due to how much trauma the wound went though. His eyes were heavy, his neck ached from how much work he had put in. Not to mention his jaw and throat ached terribly too. His voice would be hoarse and gruff when he spoke. He wanted more alcohol, another hit of a cigarette, and maybe a few more smacks, but his needs weren't very important right now. So he just looks like a nice little whore of a prize for the other, cum dripping down his chin, onto his own shirt and pants, staining the black items with the pearly white cum of Lon's. His tongue coming to lick at his lip and play a bit with the remaining cum in his mouth.
Cooper Howard, ex movie star and now just a ghoul looking for his fuckin family. Well. His family and Robert House. See. Turns out. His body is in Vegas. But his consciousness was somewhere else. And Cooper followed the trail all the way to the Commonwealth. Only. Robert wasn't here anymore either. But Cooper did find evidence of Robert. Having snuck into this settlement and into Roberts home. Of course Robert was alive again somehow. Cooper can see all the inventions he's doing now on the table. His stomach feeling sick at the thought of the man working again. He hears someone behind him and cocks his gun and spins on his heel. Seeing a man in some stupid outfit. But. Well. Cooper was in a stupid outfit too. "Well...Guess you caught me snooping General" he keeps his gun aimed at the man. "Where is he?" @bettingonhouse
People breaking into his settlements is not rare, working with Robert to establish better security and defences means that Nate doesn't have to spend so much time going between settlements to help defend them. Cooper is just unlucky that this time Nate isn't all that far away when the alarm sounds on his Pip-Boy. He enters with his favourite handgun at the ready.
He lays eyes on the outfit first, hitting him with a nostalgic wave and when then ghoul's face turns to him, gun raised it all but confirms it is indeed the actor from 200 years ago, in the ghoulish flesh. Robert has mentioned Cooper now and again, but the details have always been vague, he just knows to be careful around him. Nate eyes the gun pointed at him.
"There's a lot of 'he's' in the Commonwealth," Nate gives as his contrary answer, protective of Robert and wondering what the hell Cooper Howard wants with him so heavily armed and angry, "let's not make it one less today if we can?" he offers and very slowly starts to lower his own gun, not so much that he's not able to shoot, he'll aim for a shin if he has to but it's dropping from his head at least. "This is a settlement for people just trying to survive out here, I'm not going to have anyone disrupt that, I'd appreciate it if you'd lower your gun, Mr Howard and I will do the same."
The Ghoul was not a patient or very good many anymore. And he it pissed him off to know Robert's body was completely useless in Vegas, a stupid NO SIGNAL read on his giant Monitor. Unaware Robert was on his way back to Vegas right now in his Vertibird. He would be gone for a few months at the least. He had traveled all the way here only to miss the motherfucker.
And it was clear who that this suited up idiot knew the proper HE, he was referring too. He's tired, and he is angry. But Nate begins to lower his gun and for a moment Cooper begins to lower his as well. Until he heard a name he hasn't heard in a very long time. And his jaw tightens hard.
Robert must of told this man about him, or perhaps he was some sort of prewar popsicle, either way, the only person to ever call him by his name anymore was Robert. The jaunty know it all fuck. His tongue runs along his teeth and he feels that itch well inside him. He wants alcohol, or hard drugs. He WANTS to blow this man to bits, make a bloody mess in the home. But instead, the Ghoul holsters his shotgun back to his hip, before he spits onto the ground. Not like there was carpet or anything. And he didn't spit on Robert's many boxes of electronic parts.
He was pissed to know he was out of his confines.
"Where the fuck is he...I need his fuckin' help, and I walked all the way across the fuckin' country to come askin' the Green Midas himfuckinself...And instead I find evidence he's got a fuckin' body, and he's...Inventing...again.."
Cooper looks with pure disdain toward the workbench and seeing different inventions. It may seem harmless for now, but Robert House was anything but harmless. And the damage he could do...
"You're just askin' for trouble...I'm not the only one gonna come lookin for him, if other people find out he's alive? And in the flesh again...I don't know what the hell deal you got him under, but I'd watch my back."
Cooper states as he pops his hip as he stands, his hand resting on the hilt of his gun on his holster. He was a quickdraw, so he wasn't too worried, if they did get into a gunfight in close quarters.
āI felt very sad so I sat down. I felt so sad that I rested my head on my own knees and smoothed my own head. I felt so sad I couldnāt imagine feeling any other way again. I said, I donāt like this. I donāt want to do this anymore. And I went back to lying in bed, just before the doorbell rang.ā
ā Jamaica Kincaid, from āWhat Have I Been Doing Lately,ā At the Bottom of the River
(via lifeinpoetry)
a litany of prompts exploring intimacy and sexuality. mature audiences only; do not interact if you are a minor. add +reverse to reverse the roles. combine prompts by sending multiple at once. only use these prompts to portray consensual scenarios.
[beg.] sender makes receiver beg before giving them what they want.
[fumble.] sender struggles impatiently with receiver's clothes.
[shh.] sender stuffs their fingers in receiver's mouth to keep them quiet.
[tug.] sender grips receiver's hair to pull them closer.
[tie.] sender binds receiver's wrists with rope / belt / tie / etc.
[bite.] sender sinks their teeth into receiver's neck / shoulder / skin.
[scratch.] sender rakes their nails down receiver's back.
[drip.] sender drips spit into receiver's mouth / onto receiver.
[69.] sender and receiver go down on each other at the same time.
[needy.] sender teases receiver about how desperate they look.
[deep.] sender pushes receiver's head down during oral until they gag.
[eager.] sender holds receiver's head still and fucks their mouth.
[anchor.] sender pins receiver's hips while eating them out.
[grind.] sender grinds their hips into receiver while receiver gives them oral.
[press.] sender pushes a hand against receiver's stomach while inside them.
[hold.] sender grabs receiver's hand to hold while they have sex.
[pin.] sender pins receiver's wrists above their head.
[straddle.] sender straddles receiver's body to restrain them.
[clutch.] sender clutches receiver's jaw to hold their head still.
[hollow.] sender presses a thumb into the hollow of receiver's throat.
[cradle.] sender cradles receiver's throat in their hand, applying light pressure.
[stay.] sender cockwarms receiver.
[breed.] sender fucks receiver deep and finishes inside.
[stare.] sender forces receiver to maintain eye contact.
[cling.] sender wraps their legs tight around receiver's waist while they have sex.
[elevate.] sender places a pillow beneath receiver's hips during sex.
[suckle.] sender sucks on receiver's chest and nipples.
[eavesdrop.] sender fucks receiver where others can hear but not see.
[praise.] sender praises receiver for taking it well.
[hush.] sender forbids receiver from making a sound.
[chokehold.] sender locks receiver's throat in the crook of their arm.
[mark.] sender leaves hickeys on receiver where they will be seen later.
[nuzzle.] sender buries their face in receiver's neck mid-fuck.
[rut.] sender gets caught up, fucking receiver harder without warning.
His knee has always been a sore spot for himāwell, the whole leg, reallyāboth literally and metaphorically. It ages him, weakens him, and it certainly isnāt sexy. Many times, in just such situations, heās sacrificed its care for the sake of appearances and not wanting to ruin a moment, to maintain the confident, sensual image heās created of himself (or at least thinks he has) for his partnerās perception. Perhaps if he hadnāt done so all those times then it wouldnāt be proving such a nuisance now. When Robertās hand goes to it, the gesture makes him self-conscious, embarrassment turning to a trickling nausea in his stomach. His smile falters for just a momentā
Until he hears his pet make a request. Well, thatās just adorable! He even said please. Lonās head tilts in amusement as he looks down at Robertās whole mess of a face, smile widening again, eyes dark and pupils dilated like a cat playing with its meal, waiting for it to squirm. Impulsively, he gets the idea to stick two fingers into the manās mouth. They run past his aching lip, feel up the inside of his sore cheek, up over wet teeth, and to his tongue where digits stroke and play. The feeling of the slick heat even only like that makes his cock jump between them, envious of and missing the sensation. Once they slide out, satisfied, he wipes the spittle across Robertās cheek; he then cups Robertās jaw in his hand, gingerly, as heād done before, and smears around the mix of saliva, blood, and liquor that now coated his chin with his thumb.
But again, the softness is concluded with a slap, using the back of his hand this time.
āPut your hands behind your back, Robert, and keep them there.ā (Itās another mental note heās taken to improve his next similar experience: keep a collar and restraints handy, not away with the other toys.) As he waits for the man to obey, which he will do if he knows whatās good for him, Lon does press his cigarette up to those wanting lips and allows Robert time for a few nice puffs, hand under his chin helping him hold it up for just those breaths. As smoke billows between them, he makes sure that their eyes meet before saying his next words.
āIf you touch yourself before you make me come, Iāll hurt you, Robert. Very badly, and in a way that you wonāt enjoy. Do you understand?ā Itās a direct threat: how truthful, however, even he doesnāt know; it depends on how frustrated he is when itās time to hypothetically cash in. āAnd you do want my cum, donāt you? I know you do. I know what a cumslut you are, how you canāt get enough of it. I can feel how much you need it.ā How much he needs to give pleasure, to have his mouth full, to be good at something, good for someoneāLon knows very well that desperate feeling bursting from his chest that makes oneās mouth water and head light.
With one hand holding his smoke again as well as his own drink, his other returns to the back of Robertās head and pushes it down. āGet to work, slut. Earn it.ā
Being ten years older than his partner, and with far more resources, Robert can not help but have some sort of caring for Lon. That included his body's well being. His hand was resting just under Lon's knee when he notices that faltering smile. If Robert wasn't so observant he would ignore it. But he was obsessive. And even if it dissapointed Lon, he can't help himself to know the weakness of the other as well. Robert has played the submissive so far, but he does not always. And he will happily expose Lon's weak leg in order to make the other bend to his will for once.
Robert feels his request for a cigarette has fallen on deaf ears, as Lon shoves two fingers into his mouth. Feeling like he was being sexually examined by both a dentist or perhaps as if he was some prized horse. Trying to keep up, as it has been awhile since he was properly worthless. His last Dom was a rather lovely woman who used to work on the strip. But that ended when someone decided to end her life early. She was a professional, but he also sought her out for her professionalism and the fact it was her job. He is fully aware Lon isn't entirely skilled, but he certainly is trying.
As Lon's fingers are wet, and Robert's eyes still twinkle almost pathetically, noticing how the other's cock twitched when Lon's fingers would slide down his throat nicely, playing with his tongue. Robert can't help but moan a bit when the finger's remove themselves from his mouth. He hated that Lon hasn't touched him or torn off his shirt at the least to give him some relief. His head lays heavily in Lon's hand for a moment as it held him by the chin. Saliva and blood covering his chin, no thanks to Lon helping to smear it all over him. Robert's breath was coming out in slow controled breaths as he has regained his breath.
SLAP
The hand that was holding his jaw leaves him and he's backhanded hard, his head being forced to the side form the imact of the smack. The mark on his cheek instantly darkens and swells, his dark eyes are blown wide with a sort of crazed look. If anyone else, in any other context had done that. It would be a death sentence. But he hears the other's voice, and it's demanding him to put his hands behind his back.
His jaw rolls a few times as he hesitantly removes his hands from the other. His fingers clawing the other's bad lag as he removes his hand, the other that had been on Lon's cock also tears down the other's thigh. He enjoyed the abuse. But it was still new, and Robert's eyes were wild. But eventually he forces his right hand to grip his left wrist so tightly behind his back he feels his hand go numb. A sick satisfaction of being treated how he knows he deserves to be treated. Doesn't stop the instincts that want him to bite the hand that slapped him. His body fighting it's flight or fight instincts as it shivers slightly before the other.
When his hands are firmly behind his back he finally is rewarded with Lon pressing the cigarette to his lips gently. Feeling the hand move to hold his chin up more gently this time. The ringing in his ears from being slapped lessens as he inhales deeply from the cigarette. Keeping it tight between his lips as he takes in a few very deep hits. Letting the smoke cloud between them. The nicotine hits his brain, and eases his anxieties, and also helps lessen the blow of Lon's upcoming threats as well.
Robert's eyes look not tired, but he's losing more, and more of his control. He was pliable, always happy to move where Lon needed him too. But his body was stiff, not relaxed. As he listens to Lon explain he wasn't allowed to touch himself before he makes the other cum. Well Robert's can't say his reply. Till Lon removes the cigarette from his lips.
"I....Understand..."
He can't help worry his lip, feeling the cut, playing with it with his teeth for a moment. Intrigued by Lon's threat. Then the slue of truths start getting thrown out at Robert. The red in his cheeks turning a bit pink from embarrassment. Being so accurately called out was his game, he did appreciate the observation though. A hard gulp of the truth, being nothing but a good hole, or a cum slut, yeah, Robert was desperate for approval. Praise. To be the best at everything, to be wanted and worshiped, to be punished.
His heart hammers so hard in his chest he swears he can see his shirt vibrate from it's thrum. His mustache curls into a devilish curl, Lon told him to get to work. And Robert may be an old dog, but he certainly didn't seem to run out of tricks. Robert's head is grabbed again and he is once again forced down back onto Lon's cock. Which is where he quite enjoyed being. Even if his body was on fire, and sweat was dampening his skin now. All the excitement and the humiliation driving him insane.
He pops off Lon's cock when he can but mouths down the others length until he was down to those balls he finally had access too. Lon's cock keeps nudging his cheek as he sucks and rolls the others balls in his mouth with his tongue. Before he would let them go and move back to mouthing up Lon's cock with wet sloppy kisses. His tongue treating his cock as if it was the most delicious ice cream cone. Ensuring he didn't miss a drop as he swirls his tongue around the mans shaft. Before he would put himself back where he needed to go and sheath Lon's cock down his throat. Where is belongs for now, but Robert still had two other holes that were begging for to be glazed by Lon as well.
Genuinely canāt imagine what the tabloid magazines looked like when Cooper visited Vegas. Robert āCelebrity-Fuckerā House invited him to his penthouse ALONE and now that Cooperās out of jail for āunamericanā activities heās divorcing his wife??š¤Øš¤Øš¤Ø
