𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙢 !

off - campus ' garrett graham. this is a roleplay blog. not 100% canon. maybe don't follow if you expect things to stick to canon.

[grahamontheice]

hello hello! this is a new 𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙢 roleplay blog. i'm just coming back to tumblr roleplay, so please be nice!!!

[freeballingasu]

[cowboymusing]

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[invigouros]

open to younger tops. ulrik is a college professor of history, and your muse found out his affinity to offer his holes to his students. your muse has exploited this knowledge for months and treating him as your personal whore. now ulrik is saying no more ... but your muse can remind him why he won't do that.

" we can't keep doing this. you can't keep doing this to me. we need to stop. " ulrik said, trying to put as much authority in his voice as he can. he was still the professor here and he should be in control. he should know how to stand his ground.

but even with all the effort, his voice still sounded more like begging which is not helped by how shaky his words were. " this is very unprofessional and inappropriate. do you understand? "

[grahamontheice]

garrett enjoyed having fun, there was no doubt about it. perhaps a little too much. hence his lack of caring about doing these kind of things with the teacher, such as standing right next to him, on the desk, with his bulge dangerously close to the hand on the surface.

"that's weird. i remember your hole asking for more last friday." the cocky athlete replied, with a concerning lack of care about the situation, or that anyone could walk in at any moment.

[grahamontheice]

thinking about adding a teen wolf oc with stephen kalyn as a faceclaim... maybe liam's older brother?

[swoledadenergy]

@grahamontheice | Zack & Graham

It seemed that with every visit Graham leered for longer. It was obvious that with every visit, Zack's wardrobe loosened.

It had taken embarrassingly little for Zack to abandon his slacks and shirt, instead turning to accidentally donning shorts and shirts with no sleeves. His worst offense had been on a particularly hot summer day, in which Zack had greeted Graham wearing nothing but sunglasses and a tiny green bathing suit; his skin sprinkled with the lingering water from the pool, curls sticking to his face in which he had plastered a cheeky smirk.

He'd parade himself around the house, fixing stuff just for the sake of the sheen of sweat that labor brought. Aware of the way his chest heaved with effort, and how much that looked lewd. Zack leaned into it, sighing and smiling at Graham whenever he encountered the younger man around the house. Giving Graham glimpses of what it could be. Inspiration, even.

The night's breeze was warm still, though not enough for the pool to be used. Zack lingered by the side of the water, resting on a chair, eyes fixed on the starry night above him. Idly, his hand rested on his bulge, giving his groin barely visible soft strokes. His mind had wandered towards Graham again, which seemed to have summoned him outside.

"Oh?" He looked at Graham, surprised to see him and almost doubting if it was just a hallucination. "I wouldn't go into the pool if I were you. It's hot, but not hot enough. But you're welcome to lounge around. Just remember, no shirts allowed by the pool." He joked.

[grahamontheice]

Garrett had no idea when or where it started. Only thing he knew was that, at some point, the kind of attention he desired from Zack was . . . different. Not the innocent type of "it's nice to see you, kid" thrown around, but simply wanting to be actually noticed.

Sleeping over was not something unusual; pizza, beer, video games. That was Garrett and Joshua's routine whenever together, but after being told it was time to go to bed, Graham dismissed his best friend and decided to take a night swim.

The silence of night could only bring the delicious sight of the dad to his mind, imagining him in poses, different skimpy attires... only for him to appear as if manifested into reality and speak, managing to get a small chuckle out of the younger male.

"Jesus, Mr. Z." The startled athlete laughed, only to put the towel on the beach chair right next to where the older male sat. "Scared the shit out of me." Scratch being obedient - the asshole undressed to stand in the tightest speedo ever seen right in front of the man, leaving no piece of his manhood to the imagination. "Hope it's cool I take a dip?"

[grahamontheice]

buffet. my muses spreading their legs for yours. (From whomever he’d like!)

the massage lucas had given him opened a new door for the two. it was only fair garrett could return the favor, was it not? after all, it was not like the pitched tent could be hidden any longer; tension could be cut with a knife, and letting himself be guided by it turned out to be one of the best choices he made.

"seems like it's a buffet for me, huh?" the hockey player muttered at the sight presented; first thing his eyes feasted on was the image of those thick, caramel cheeks on display, just begging for attention he happily gave in the shape of a grope. it was only when the tiny entrance between appeared, that graham went face first.

[bestbubblebutts]

dinamito X: dinamitokid onlyfans.com/dinamito

[melaerotica]

nsfw prompt list .

send me a word / phrase and i’ll write an erotic drabble.

awaiting. our muses making out and grinding while fully clothed.

bass. my muse going deep (interpret as you want).

blinded. our muses getting frisky in the dark (wherever).

buffet. my muses spreading their legs for yours.

butterflies. our muses doing something new in bed.

bookshelves. your muse getting touchy with mine in a library.

call me maybe. our muses having phone sex.

claimed. my muse reacting to getting hickies from yours.

coffee. our muses getting frisky in the kitchen, early in the morning.

cinematic. my muse touching yours inappropriately during a movie.

city view. our muses getting frisky up against a window.

closer. my muse reacting to yours sneaking up behind them.

covered. our muses getting handsy under a shared blanket.

dancing on my own. my muse getting close and personal on the dancefloor.

discrete. my muse reacting to yours touching them under a table.

free. our muses getting frisky in a secluded lake.

freezing. our muses getting frisky in a cabin to keep warm.

game over. your muse trying to get mine’s attention during a game.

hands off. our muses attempting bondage for the first time (light).

husky. my muse reacting to your whispering in their ear from behind.

meadow. our muses getting frisky under the open sky, in a field.

occupied. our muses getting riled up in a public bathroom.

papers. our muses getting frisky in an office / work setting.

peach. my muse groping your muse’s ass during grinding.

radio. our muses getting handsy in the car.

showtime. my muse showing off new lingerie to yours personally.

silence. our muses having to keep down during sex, due to whatever reason.

steamy. our muses getting frisky in the shower.

strangers in the night. our muses having a one night stand.

talk to me. my muse dirty talking with yours.

tiles. our muses getting frisky in the bathroom.

voice mail. my muse leaving yours a dirty voice mail.

you’ve got mail. either muse reacting to yours having left a dirty voice mail.

[midnightsciety]

@grahamontheice ❥ starter ➜ ft. garrett & nick

Nick had a thing about seeing why someone wanted his services, so when someone from another team an entire state away wanted a hex placed on a local player, he wanted to see why. Watching Graham on the ice, it was easy to see why he was hired; unfortunately for the guy who hired him talent spoke to him in ways that he couldn't even describe.

Watching as the guy cleared out of the lockerroom, Nick waited against the door until it was just the one he wanted to speak to left; entering as if he owned the place. He sat down on the bench messing with a puck in his hands when Garrett rounded the corner in his towel causing a smirk to appear on the warlocks face. "Garrett Graham, I must say that was pretty amazing watching you on the ice out there, I can see now why you have an enemy. I am assuming you know a Peter Daniels? Kinda of looks like a rat, plays hockey," said Nick as he put the puck down on the bench, "I guess i should also ask, do you believe in magic?"

[grahamontheice]

Garrett had one motto: always do your best. And that didn't get limited to the rink. His hockey skills were something worthy of envy; after all, it had gotten him a scholarship, and had never faltered. People even saw him making it professional one day. Only a matter of time before some scout realized the opportunity right in front of them. Per usual, the team won thanks to him, so all the friendly banter and congratulating got him in a cheery mood.

After being done with the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist gave him some modesty, right hand shaking the excess of water off those damp curls while he walked towards his locker. The sudden presence of someone halted him in his tracks, just to give the stranger a weirded out look. "Uh, yeah, dude. Nice to meet you." A tiny smile appeared on his face, only for it to vanish at the mention of magic. Brow arched, he even tilted the head, thumb and index finger in his right hand adjusting the knot keeping the towel in place. "I mean... Like, a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat or...?"

[grahamontheice]

internet had made sure garrett knew what the term was. after all, according to a few people there, he fit the quota, the perfect example of an archetype. "i do know what i'm doing. but it's sweet that you worry about it — just hope you know, i don't expect you to break. sure you can take it?" big hand wrapped around the neck for a moment, forcing the eye contact to happen, ensuring it wouldn't break for a moment. the grasp however went north, landing on his chin, prying those lips open only for his mouth to purse and spit right between them, followed by a cocky smirk. "shut up about her. i'm here to fuck you stupid. until you... squirt, or whatever."

[guiisnextdoor]

his knees went weak for a moment, given into widening the gap between their sizes as he opened his mouth some more to gain his prize. there was genuine awe in his eyes, couldn't break away from staring into him. "we'll see if there's some bite after all this barking." he grabbed him by the wrist and pulled it off his neck, only to follow by shoving graham over the mattress. he followed suit, climbed on top of him and let loose, buried his face on those gorgeous mantits kissing and biting on his skin. a treat after breaking things off with his ex? and a mighty one at that. he kept at worshipping that man's stomach, a one way trip down till his musk hit him back full to his face. owen stopped at nothing, wrapped his fist around the shaft and jerked him intently. he took his lips straight to graham's sack, licking, sucking in the skin while his wrist grew tireless milking that man off.

[grahamontheice]

not known for backing away from a challenge, garrett saw all this as an opportunity to find something new about himself; if anything, an unexplored path to go down to. it was nice to see the hunger shown in his eyes, responded to with a lopsided smirk. "i think to ask if you'll be able to speak is a much better question." with his weight landing on the mattress, graham let out a huff; not as a complain, but the surprise managed to get it out of the taller male. "fuck. . . needed a real man then, huh?" clearly, garrett had nothing to feel jealous about whoever owen was with before. the beefcake of a hockey player had everything in him to be proud of. the third leg being manhandled was enough proof. "alright. open wide." and without a proper answer for it, his cock was forced into the blond's mouth, hand on the back of his head just to make sure he wouldn't dare move away.

[notgaybuckybarnes]

BELMONT CAMELI Off Campus 1.01 "The Deal"

[grahamontheice]

"would you rather i act stupid and pretend i don't know what i'm doing?" in all fairness, garrett did have a certain level of curiosity about how far he could go with owen. it was his first time with a guy, after all, and despite the jock persona others seemed to think was all there was in him, graham was caring. this time was no exception. "jesus, dude. at least invite a guy a drink first, don't you think?" his voice teased, peeling himself off any clothes that gave his body secrecy, standing naked in front of the blond with the meat pointing forward. bouncing almost comically with the way he approached owen, big feet echoing in the bedroom.

[guiisnextdoor]

"my bad, i tend to thrive with dumb himbos. they love it when i order them around" owen smiled, crossed his arms under his chest. being very used to seeing hunks was one thing, graham looked to be on a whole different scale. not only muscular, but thick, was that a blush starting to show on his face? with the view alone he got tingly under his shorts. "drinks are for griflriends and dates only, plus i don't wanna get your taste mixed with anything else" owen tilted his head, very much needing both eyes to get the full frame of the hockey player. "do you know what you're doing? i could tell her, there's a good chance i will... and she might even get off to it too, the thought of us fucking. ever fooled with another guy before? in the locker rooms, showers, that's too cute a dick to leave guys starving, graham. "

[grahamontheice]

internet had made sure garrett knew what the term was. after all, according to a few people there, he fit the quota, the perfect example of an archetype. "i do know what i'm doing. but it's sweet that you worry about it — just hope you know, i don't expect you to break. sure you can take it?" big hand wrapped around the neck for a moment, forcing the eye contact to happen, ensuring it wouldn't break for a moment. the grasp however went north, landing on his chin, prying those lips open only for his mouth to purse and spit right between them, followed by a cocky smirk. "shut up about her. i'm here to fuck you stupid. until you... squirt, or whatever."

[grahamontheice]

the only certainty garrett had was his need for release. a moment before the response was given, the hockey player found himself clearing his throat, finding his lower brim caught between pearly whites before finding the courage to say it. despite his superior height, for whatever reason, thought of himself as some sort of prey. "we're going back to your room. and you'll suck me off. we'll see what happens next." it was only fair he returned the favor before tucking the cock in, pitching a pretty obvious tent in those shorts already pointing forward, concluding their discussion momentarily with a slap on the other's rear. that had been enough to feel just how voluminous the cheeks were.

[guiisnextdoor]

"getting comfortable, are we?" a very much welcome slap brought a smile to his face and prompted his behind to perk up a little. see if there was more where that came from. he was quick to unlock the door before stepping inside, pushed the door open for his unusual guest before closing it back after them. "ground rules, no clothes allowed for guests. if i'm taking all that in my mouth, show me a good time. strip for me, gar." owen led by example, yet he stripped only off his hoodie. not too ripped or thin, a swimmer's body much like he was. he was hitting that point of no return full steam ahead, no breaks nor a will to back off.

[grahamontheice]

"would you rather i act stupid and pretend i don't know what i'm doing?" in all fairness, garrett did have a certain level of curiosity about how far he could go with owen. it was his first time with a guy, after all, and despite the jock persona others seemed to think was all there was in him, graham was caring. this time was no exception. "jesus, dude. at least invite a guy a drink first, don't you think?" his voice teased, peeling himself off any clothes that gave his body secrecy, standing naked in front of the blond with the meat pointing forward. bouncing almost comically with the way he approached owen, big feet echoing in the bedroom.

[grahamontheice]

their interaction had shifted something inside of him. a certain curiosity that had been dormant for a while — then again, it wasn't like the opportunity had come up before. "you know, you can. . . taste." the offer was followed by a clear of his throat, own dry lips sucked in for a moment in order to get them wet. the heavy sack underneath bounced along with every jerk garrett gave himself, making the shaft look way more enticing.

[guiisnextdoor]

"can i, taste you? or do you want me to?" owen leaned against the wall, quite welcoming of the show being put on in front of him. he would curse himself for being a sucker for hot jocks, but he couldn't go against his own nature. which was why he dropped his hand to cup and fondle his sack nicely. "these feel heavy and full, in need for release" he breathed out, barely louder than a whisper. "i'm a good friend, garrett, the kind of friend that helps out another when they're in need. but i'm gonna need you to say it, word for word." gently letting go of his nuts, he brought his hand slightly up to take over garrett's shaft, he did a better job anyway as only a cocklover would. "wanna take this to my dorm? and do what, exactly?" he was smug, but with good reason to be, the throbbing on his palm gave most of it away.

[grahamontheice]

the only certainty garrett had was his need for release. a moment before the response was given, the hockey player found himself clearing his throat, finding his lower brim caught between pearly whites before finding the courage to say it. despite his superior height, for whatever reason, thought of himself as some sort of prey. "we're going back to your room. and you'll suck me off. we'll see what happens next." it was only fair he returned the favor before tucking the cock in, pitching a pretty obvious tent in those shorts already pointing forward, concluding their discussion momentarily with a slap on the other's rear. that had been enough to feel just how voluminous the cheeks were.

[grahamontheice]

garrett was aware of owen's flirtatious personality, yet how straightforward he seemingly got? unprepared. perhaps he should've pulled away, find somewhere else to be or to do; then again, it wasn't that wrong, was it? he was just making his girlfriend happy, nothing more. cock growing hard inside that grip was nothing but a natural reaction. "i — i don't know, dude. . ." a nervous chuckle abandoned his mouth, only to look around while his shaft had already gained size. pointing forward, the third leg curved downward, too heavy due it's own size. yet, the foreskin revealed the glowy pink head, already leaking against the hand holding it.

[guiisnextdoor]

him growing hard under his touch was compelling enough for him to keep going, just some lazy strokes getting a feel of what his friend was stuffed with on the regular. "then 'cute' is all you're gonna get" owen peeked one last time, got a side grin as he scooped some of the precum coming off the peehole. he brought his wet thumb up and licked it right before his face. "you do taste good" he licked and sucked in both lips, perhaps the subject had come up in the past. "anything else? i'll text her, tell her you did well. you're a good one, gar."

[grahamontheice]

their interaction had shifted something inside of him. a certain curiosity that had been dormant for a while — then again, it wasn't like the opportunity had come up before. "you know, you can. . . taste." the offer was followed by a clear of his throat, own dry lips sucked in for a moment in order to get them wet. the heavy sack underneath bounced along with every jerk garrett gave himself, making the shaft look way more enticing.

[grahamontheice]

looks better in person? now that was new. Then again, it shouldn't have surprised him his girlfriend showed owen what their fun was like. they were best friends, after all. "hey, c'mon. is cute the only compliment a guy can get about his cock?" in all classical jock fashion, garrett sported a cocky grin on the face, before the hips were swayed side to side. thwap, thwap, thwap echoed around with the meat slapping each built thigh, for a moment forgetting about the whole tingly comment. pretty sure it didn't hurt anyone to show off what he was given, huh?

[guiisnextdoor]

"it should be. were you expecting more?" owen's jaw clenched a bit, it was getting tricky and he shouldnb't be about to fold. not now. he'd seen guys come and go, hot ones even but they were all no-nos in his book. he had to be at a low low point for the thought to even cross his head. only the sounds brought him to get another look. "what if-" owen stepped just a little bit closer, his hand dropping from under his arm just so he could reach and brush the jock's meat with his knuckles. "you got it hard for me? we'll see what i have to say about it then." after the initial shock passed, he came to be naughtier and more forward. perhaps he was indeed weak for a hot guy who had a lot to show for. "about your cute cock." his fingers snaked under, held it while his thumb caressed over the shaft. he'd absolutely gotten off to the sound of graham moaning in the past, but it was private, moments that belonged to him and his friend alone.

[grahamontheice]

garrett was aware of owen's flirtatious personality, yet how straightforward he seemingly got? unprepared. perhaps he should've pulled away, find somewhere else to be or to do; then again, it wasn't that wrong, was it? he was just making his girlfriend happy, nothing more. cock growing hard inside that grip was nothing but a natural reaction. "i — i don't know, dude. . ." a nervous chuckle abandoned his mouth, only to look around while his shaft had already gained size. pointing forward, the third leg curved downward, too heavy due it's own size. yet, the foreskin revealed the glowy pink head, already leaking against the hand holding it.