semi-hiatus

( smut indie ) --- ( mun is 21+ )

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i’m still in the ( slow ) process of revamping this blog, but in the meantime i’ve been hoping to write more m/m smut on discord. please like this if you’d be interested and i’ll send you my username !

[dovchebags]

i’m still in the ( slow ) process of revamping this blog, but in the meantime i’ve been hoping to write more m/m smut on discord. please like this if you’d be interested and i’ll send you my username !

[dovchebags]

i’ve started to lay out my new muses / faceclaims here . . . but i’m looking for suggestions !

[dovchebags]

this account is officially going through a revamp ! stay tuned.

[dovchebags]

this account is officially going through a revamp ! stay tuned.

[zacefronsbf]

Shawn Mendes by Josiah Van Dien

[henrvcavill]

CHRIS PRATT for Amazon Storefront Launch

[dovchebags]

i’m looking to play a dom top in rough, m/m threads today. check here for starters or like this post to plot something out. 

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bouquetofwhiskey‌:

for the last couple of months, cal had remained untouched. not by himself. by other men. when he got kicked out of his job, he started to run out of money, so he had to do anything, anything, to have an income. even be a nanny. he worked most of the day and the rest of it he just went to bed. there was no time for sexual partners or love. there was no time for himself either. so cal had to do something about it: he wanked a lot. it was the only thing he could do to feel pleasure at least once a day. so he did it when waking up, during lunch or dinner, in the shower, before sleeping… he did it so much than touching became boring, until this daddy did, and he felt someting again. “oh sir… well, i can’t recall your name. but thank you. i promise not to bother you then. are you sure about it?”

It was now or never. There would never be a more perfect moment in time for him to finally let out months of pent up frustration at how hot the nanny was. It almost offended him that the man didn’t even remember his name, but he supposed that he could let it slide - especially if it meant he got what he wanted. “if you can’t recall my name, you could just call me daddy...” it was spoken in a hushed tone, as if there were other people in the room. his hand slid forward so that it was gripping cal’s ass, fingers digging into one of the thick globes through the confines of his pants. his other hand gripped one of the sitter’s hands, bringing it to the front of his own slacks as he ground his hips forward against it. “and i’d love if you let me know what i could call ya.”

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bouquetofwhiskey‌:

“they certainly weren’t.” cal quickly added, waving goodbye to the mother of the children. it was true. it was very late. the mother was drunk and the kids asleep. now it was just him and the father of the boys. having no job was difficult. cal grabbed as many things as he could. he was surprised many parents agreed to let him take care of the children. kids and an unknown man was the worst and creepiest combination ever, yet it seemed that cal was well recommended. “oh, i shouldn’t. i’d have to bother you early so you could open the door for me. i can wait the bus, sir. don’t worry about it.”

they were sinful, the thoughts that he had about the babysitter he had hired. it had been one of the reasons he had hired him in the first place, finding himself far too attracted to the man to reject him. thankfully, his wife had been entirely on board with it - but if only she knew the way he ogled him. he let his hand fall to cal’s waist as he spoke as an attempt to silence him, not wanting to hear the excuses. his better judgement had worn out and all he wanted to do was make sure he stayed the night - preferably, underneath him. “i don’t wanna hear it, you’re staying here tonight...” a grin grew on his face, fingers tightening on the waist he held. “with me.”

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Ansel Elgort for The Sunday Times Style (September 2019)

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Timothée Chalamet + Smiles (Beautiful Boy)

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forgottenmistckes‌:

hearing garrett’s statement only made his heart race even more. did garrett know that mike was attracted to him and waited this long to make a move. if he had noticed, did that mean his family had as well?  mike knew he couldn’t admit it and would have to continue denying it.  ❛  i’ve never s-stared at you.  ❜  he forced out.  what garrett may have not known was that his uniform had been a debate. his parents thought that it was too inappropriate and revealing. they were going to talk to him about it until mike convinced them otherwise mostly because he wanted to stare. although he never thought he would have a shot at him. there was no doubt that if his parents walked in on the scene they would fire him and probably claim that garrett forced himself on mike.  after all, they reject the idea of their son being attracted to the same sex. not to mention, disowned him.  ❛  this is wrong.. s-sex is suppose to be between a m-man and a women after marriage.   ❜  he tried to argue but the moan that left his lips betrayed him. as well as the erection that was currently being pressed into the counter. mike didn’t have any sexual experience, his parents were strict when it came to anything sexual or sinful.  

garrett had never been wrong about something like this before, and there was no reason why this would be an exception. no matter what mike said, it had been clear just from the way he had seen the boy looking at him how attracted to him he was. it would be selfish for him not to give him a chance at him, it just felt wrong for garrett to deprive anyone of his body. “you’ve been staring at me all the time, don’t lie. how much of today did you spend drooling over the sight of my bulge?” he was having a little too much fun with this, his lips curved into a grin up until he was pressing them against the sensitive skin of the boy’s neck. soon he was sucking harshly, teeth biting into him before he was pulling back and leaning into mike’s ear. “how come you’re enjoying this so much if that’s the case?” he rolled his hips forward particularly harshly, groaning as he felt his cock slot between his muscular cheeks. he continued to rut his hips back and forth, practically jerking himself off with the ass in front of him. 

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Keean Johnson in Low Tide (2019)

[diana-silversss]

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forgottenmistckes‌:

the two had previously had little to no interaction. there really wasn’t a reason for the two to talk.  his parents were the ones who handled the hiring, paying and scheduling.  mike only really saw or talked to him when he happened to be hanging around the pool. although his parents were usually always home. this was the first time that they were alone and talking away from the pool. he had always thought garrett was attractive, but he’ll never admit it. mostly because he is still in the closet and his family was super religious but occasionally he will stare a bit too long. mike was pouring a glass of water for the male, unaware of what he was suggesting. he was about to ask what garrett wanted when he suddenly felt the male’s bulge rutting against him. mike let out what only could be described as a mixture of a moan and gasp.  ❛  w-what are you doing? ❜  he asked.

“i’ve seen the way you stare at me, lil’ guy.” it was a lie. he had never once caught mike staring, but he could boil that down to a billion different things - most prominently the fact that he was staring at his own reflection half of the time that he was working. he knew that the jock had to have been staring, though, because he knew for a fact that he was handsome as hell. if he was walking outside in nothing but a speedo for a couple of hours a day, there was no way that the entire family hadn’t caught on to what a view they must have had. but it was mike he was interested, only made more clear by the way that his cock had thickened out against the boy’s ass. “i think you know what i’m doing.” he replied before striking down across his ass with an open palm, gripping at one of his cheeks before he was laying another smack across it. “and i think you love it.”

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matthewdaddario: this is me now.