legacy writes ❄

independent roleplay page penned by teemo. he him his. 18+.

[legacywrites]

garrett. thirty. he/him/his.

THE RULES

this page is not safe for work. i will write smut occasionally and i do enjoy taboo plots. do not follow or reply if you are uncomfortable.

do not expect quick replies, you will be disappointed. i work six days a week and sometimes i am too tired to get on and reply.

i don’t love writing smut. i’m aware of the contradiction. let me clarify: i love putting my characters into sexual situations and i love reading replies of their sexy time. i am, however, insecure of my own writing of sexy times. there will be days i will be extra insecure and only focus on sfw replies. that does not mean i completely lost interest in our threads, i’m just in my head.

i will not write with minors. smut or otherwise, i’m way too old to write with anyone under eighteen.

THE CREW

jimmy olsen; twenty-five. canon. photojournalist.

joe stonem; thirty-six. original character. attorney.

rebecca miller; thirty. original character. former model.

conner baker; twenty-one. original character. college student. 

[dailyhotdgifs]

Fabien Frankel for the 2023 Vanity Fair Oscar Party

[zacefronsbf]

KJ Apa wearing a wrestling singlet on the set of Riverdale

[deanwinchesters]

Why’d you want to join the band in the first place? You. What about me? I feel like I know you. Or like we’ve known each other for a long time. I don’t know how to explain it. You feel familiar to me. Does that happen to you often? No.

[midnightsaboteur]

[mancandykings]

Glen Powell spotted shooting for his upcoming Rom-Com (2023)

[mndvx]

MASON GOODING for MEN’S HEALTH

[violadvis]

#mood

RILEY KEOUGH as DAISY JONES in DAISY JONES & THE SIX

[legacywrites]

Honestly, Tumblr makes it hard to want to roleplay in here. It's also demotivating when people plot and never follow through, or when they ignore replies. My low self-esteem can’t deal with all that… Might retire this blog again. 

[legacywrites]

carpedontem​: 

he needed but a quick swig of water, a thing of his after finishing with the older man. he closed the bottle and relaxed into in the embrace, even throwing his head back knowing his brother’s shoulder was waiting there for support. “you really think we’d make a good enough married couple?” the way he scrunched up his nose hinted at where he stood on the matter. “i know you do, port- it’s- “ he shrugged. “i guess i can be more excited for the wedding” preston figured out he owed him that much. “or wait for them to die, they’re old. i give it five years, six tops.“ he chuckled, the idea wasn’t as scary as it should. then again, he wasn’t just any conventional guy either. preston moved his hands down, locked fingers with the other’s. he turned his head to lay a few kisses on his jaw and cheek. “but i get it, i’ve thought about it too- i just don’t panic as much as you do” he turned around to face him, lifted his arms and moved then around his neck. “get it done. we both know it’s a great job, hell, you’ll make senior partner. then you can buy me nice shit.” preston’s smil grew on his face, he had to play his part, be supportive and not demanding. he scanned the other’s features, his stomach would turn over how corny he could get if in the right mood. “you don’t have to marry me for me to stick around. we agreed to stop one day, is that tonight?“

Porter winced a little and fought the urge to argue about their parents. He hated the thought of their death, and hearing his brother speak callously about it hurt him. He filed the thought and anger away and let himself be washed in the happiness that having his little brother in his arm brought him. He rolled his eyes, but a smile betrayed his poorly feigned annoyance. "I already buy you nice things. How many nice things do you want? I should make you work for it, you know. Hire you as my assistant, boss you around." He took a deep breath and exhaled it loudly, his shoulders dropping as he relaxed. Any shred of post-sex panic was finally gone, and he was clear-headed again. "We've been doing this for years and never stop, Prez. I'm tired of being disappointed in myself every time I fail to resist you. So, maybe it's about time we admit this thing is permanent... would you like to be my boyfriend?" He fought back a laugh with a tight-lipped smile. It felt ridiculous to ask his brother that question, but also long overdue. "We stop fighting this, but we still keep it between us."

[spxcymxmxs]

M/M Spicy Gif Starters

1A   1B   1C   2A   2B   2C

3A   3B   3C   4A   4B   4C

5A   5B   5C   6A   6B   6C

7A   7B   7C   8A   8B   8C

9A   9B   9C  10A  10B  10C

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15A  15B  15C  16A  16B  16C

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27A  27B  27C  28A  28B  28C

29A  29B  29C  30A  30B  30C

[paramores]

ONE TREE HILL (2003-2012) 2.03 | Near Wild Heaven

[legacywrites]

carpedontem​: 

“here we go” preston rolled on his stomach, reaching aimless for his jeans to pick out his phone. he’d listened to him having the same breakdown that he knew the words by heart. “we shouldn’t do this, we won’t do it again” it was like he was cued whenever the sentiment showed up, only this time he let his mind shut down checking his feed instead. “can you mean it this time?” he locked his phone and tossed it somewhere over his pants. he was next on getting up, naked as the day he was born, but he still picked up the sheets stenched by both their scents and wrapped them around his hips. “i better cover myself, won’t let you see my dick and accidentally sitting on it again” he walked towards porter and held him by the jaw, a quick peck on the lips followed. “should we have the fallout now? i’m really  not looking forward to seeing you walk down the isle” he closed his eyes, still a bit drunk. “you know what i mean. also, suit’s a bit itchy so i’d rather spend all day at the beach instead.“ preston sighed, going away to fetch himself a water bottle from the mini fridge. and even if his priorities sounded misplaced, he saw no point in addressing any of it.

Porter appreciated his brother's carefree attitude and approach to their situation, but it was frustrating to have his worries dismissed while he freaked out. His panic wore out a little, and he walked over to where Preston stood, fetching water. He placed his hands on the man's waist and slipped them around him until he held him tightly from behind. He buried his nose into his little brother's hair and inhaled his scent, fresh from their fuck. "You know I'd marry you if I could." He confessed in a whisper. "I love you, you dipshit. And no one can fuck me as you do. I wish I weren't this attracted to you; whenever you're around, I want to touch you." He pressed a kiss to the back of his brother's neck. "But what's the alternative here, run away and leave mom and dad behind so we can fuck around somewhere no one knows us?" He moved his hand upwards, copping a feel of his brother's defined abdomen, then moving on up to cupping his pecs. He loved the feeling of them in his hands or his mouth. His brother's body was his favorite thing in the whole wide world. "Sex is fun, but it doesn't pay the bills."

[legacywrites]

@carpedontem​ "Tomorrow is my wedding day," Porter said as he stood up from the ground where they had just fucked and put his shirt back on. "I should not be fucking my little brother the night before my wedding. Do you realize how fucked up that is?" He quickly put his boxers back on but stopped there; this was a decent enough state of dress to have this conversation. "We said we would stop after I moved out of mom and dads. We keep saying we will stop, and we never do.” He felt guilt and fear bubble up inside of him. Those were recurring feelings he battled with in the aftermath of every hook-up they ever had. "I know it's mostly my fault, I'm the older one, but I have no control over myself when you're around, so we should stay away from each other. Permanently. We will tell mom and dad we had a fallout or something."

[unzan]

me, a roleplayer: our ship will develop slowly, naturally and realistically

me to me: make them fuck in their first meeting

[legacywrites]

j-stfvck​: 

Adrian stopped in his tracks as he heard the words blurted out by the younger of the two. The biggest caveat to everyone getting a warning about their death were the moments like these ones, moments where they broke the news to those closest and Adrian really had no choice other than to honor the promise the two made to each other about the exact situation they were in now; whoever getting their date first confiding in the other to cross off anything left on their own bucket list. Naturally Adrian being the older he always expected to get his own date long before Darren and hearing it the other way around caused his stomach to turn and a blank faced nod in response. “I won’t tell them, but they should get to know too.” He tried to reason without pushing the subject he’d leave Darren in full control of. His following sentence almost caused to choke, a widening expression on his face as he tried to shrug off his surprise. “I didn’t know you still were… a virgin.” He went on trying to fight off the way he wanted to look over Darren, though resisted, “But sure, of course - did you have someone in mind that you wanted me to help set you up with? I’ve got your back, whatever you want to do.”

Darren breathed a sigh of relief, a breath that he held until his brother agreed to keep his impending doom a secret. "I'll tell them the week of, or maybe a few days before. I don't want to spend my last days on Earth with mom sobbing on my shoulder." He clarified. It was only fair for them to know, but he was an optimist his whole life. He did not want to waste the rest of it showered in gloom. He had yet to give much thought to the who of the equation. He spent most of his time gaming online or shadowing his big brother wherever he went. He worshiped Adrian since they were little. While other kids were annoyed by their siblings, Darren would not mind spending his every waking hour bothering his big bro. There was no one he loved or trusted more. It dawned on him right then and there, that there was not anyone else in the world he cared about enough to trust with something he considered precious. "I wanted it to be with someone I love... And, a guy, because gay and all." He shrugged nonchalantly and looked up to meet Adrian's gaze, a faint smile on his face. "Unfortunately, I hate every man in my life except you. I don't want it to be with a stranger, Adrian. So, I don't know, really." He sighed exasperatedly and buried his head in his hands. He did not know where his mind was spiraling to; it was dark and twisted, and he should not say his thoughts out loud. But, then again, he trusted his brother with everything on his mind. Always had." He picked his head back up and gulped, "I wish you weren't my brother, then you could do it.” A pause and a chuckle. "Not that you'd want to. A skinny little thing like me when you look like that." 

[theking-blackheart-muses]

  It had been a long day and the male was glad the day was over. Mason had been away so for once he had to do actual work which he hated. He prefer handing the boring part, which Mason called it which was paperwork, budget and all that. Mason was more of the social and people person. He sighed as he heard the door opened and he spoke, “Hey, we are close. Come back tomorrow,” he said before turning around and seeing who it was. It was Conner.  @legacywrites​

[legacywrites]

Conner did not know the protocol for asking your ex, whom you cheated on, to bake you a cake. He typed up and deleted a text multiple times before becoming frustrated enough to rip the bandaid off and go to the bakery in person. He awkwardly waved as he walked through the door, unsure whether it was a good thing that it was only the two of them there or not. "Do you want me to leave or..." He trailed off, waiting for an answer. He should've googled the hours they'd be open; it was not as though they were still dating when he had access to the bakery 24/7. "I'm not here for me, by the way." He explained, hoping it would help his case. "It's Alana's birthday, and I forgot to order her a cake. I was hoping you could help me save a seven-year-old's birthday."