joshuatbassett - muuuusic is cominnnng
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
One Nice Bug Per Day
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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Sweet Seals For You, Always

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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@mulhclland
joshuatbassett - muuuusic is cominnnng
MASON GOODING as CHAD MEEKS-MARTIN SCREAM (2022) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin and Tyler Gillett
EUPHORIA (2019-) | Cal & Derek “I was standing You were there Two worlds collided And they could never, ever tear us apart”
TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET introduces Dune (x)
happy valentine’s day, bby! @mulhclland
valentine’s inbox memes ♡ a series of action prompts to celebrate the valentine’s holiday. feel free to change anything as needed. happy writing!
my muse = the receiver’s muse, your muse = the asker’s muse
[ be my valentine ] to ask my muse to be your muse’s valentine
[ ring in a box ] to propose to my muse
[ box of chocolates ] to give my muse a box of chocolates
[ romantic song ] to serenade my muse with a romantic song
[ flowers ] to hand my muse a bouquet of their favourite flowers
[ smooches ] to kiss my muse on the lips
[ cheek kiss ] to kiss my muse on the cheek
[ lingerie ] to gift my muse sexy lingerie
[ dinner ] to ask my muse out to a fancy dinner
[ breakfast ] to surprise my muse with breakfast in bed
[ confession ] to confess romantic feelings to my muse
[ love letter ] to give my muse a love letter
[ chefs kiss ] to cook my muse their favourite meal
[ oversized teddy ] to gift my muse a giant teddy bear
[ cheesy ] to tell my muse a cheesy pickup line (bonus if you include the line)
[ chocolate strawberries ] to gift my muse chocolate covered strawberries
[ rom com ] to have a rom com movie marathon with my muse
[ jealousy ] to get jealous that my muse has a different valentine
[ bake off ] to challenge my muse to a heart-shaped cake bake off
[ slow dance ] to slow dance with my muse
[ bubble bath ] to soak in a warm bubble bath with my muse
[ rose petals ] to throw a handful of rose petals over my muse
MASON GOODING I Want You Back (2022)
mulhclland - prev. highsfidelity - an independent & semi-selective multi-muse penned by preston. ( he / him, est, 23 ) ask for my discord !
google doc ⭑ wanted plots ⭑ wanted opposites ⭑ open starters
shawn mendes , wonderland
MASON GOODING AS NICK HOWLAND Booksmart (2019) dir. Olivia Wilde
Joshua Orpin as “Superboy” Titans ( 2018 ─ )
wonderland summer 2021
ofdreamland.
something had taken over wes. sure, he was usually a messy little slut, but never like this. never had he had wanton disregard for his own needs and wants for someone else. it was weird and strange, but wes honestly kinda liked it. he didn’t mind that luca was high out of his mind now, still puffing on his the blunt while wes worked his magic. he could’ve acted like he wasn’t there, and he would’ve still loved it — as long as his lips got to work that thick cock until exploding in his mouth. he just wanted to be a good little whore for luca. he’d gladly do anything he wanted, take all his friends’ loads, suck them all off, clean their feet or pits… whatever luca ordered him to do, he’d do it happily. “gonna love being your little slut to pimp out,” wes admitted. the images of him spread out with a group of luca’s friends surrounding him as luca used him to the max floated around in his head. his cock was already aching again, just from the thought. wes had never been so fucking needy in his entire life. all that just translated into his strokes along the raven-haired male’s cock. wes was sloppy and messy, slobber escaping from this corners of his lips and down unto his chin. the tip of his cock rammed against the back of wes’s throat time and time again, and he loved it. the dull ache in the back of his throat just aided in his pleasure. if he were being completely honest, he could’ve gotten off just sucking luca’s sweaty cock. blue-green eyes stayed focus on luca, silently memorizing the waves of pleasure washing over him. he was a fucking work of art, and wes wanted to do nothing more than to please him until he was completely spent. he was yanked off the cock, much to his dismay, but the tug at his curls appeased him. “am i doin’ a good job, daddy?” wes asked, feigning innocence — as if he wasn’t a filthy slut, as if he hadn’t just used luca’s feet to get off moments ago. but soon enough he was gagging on his cock again, the entire hardened member lodged down his throat. he kept himself there, knuckles squeezed white in a fist. wes slowly started to bob his head once again, getting the lanky male nice and wet — hopefully for the fucking he’d get, if luca were up for it. his wishes seemed to be coming true the next time he’d tugged away. a smirk was stretched out across his features, letting the cock slap against his face. wes knew he looked a mess, but he knew he looked fucking good too. and it was all just for luca. “you’re gonna let me make you cum twice, sir?” wes questioned, excitement already visible in his gaze. he obeyed his orders, climbing up on the couch at lightning speed. his knees tucked under his chest, his ass up in the air on full display. “you gonna fill up my pussy, daddy? use me like the worthless whore i am?”
luca loved how wes’ needs were taking a backseat to luca’s, he was letting luca take charge and use him to get off until he was satisfied and the brunette was surprised by how much his new position of power. the blunt he’d smoked had clouded his mind, made him crass and careless with the way he delivered his words, didn’t need to concern himself with anyone else’s desires but his own. he was acting like a complete and utter asshole, and maybe even a bit of a narcissist, and it seemed like wes was into it. “and when it’s all said and done, when you’ve taken so many loads and been fucked open by an entire group of guys, you’ll let me use you until i’m finished,” he said, gently tugging on his hair so that he’d look up at him. “you’re gonna let me punish you for being a filthy slut, for fucking anyone but daddy. stuff your nasty little mouth with my underwear and pound you ‘til you’re sore and screaming.” he meant every word, and had already started to grow possessive other the jock in the last hour. luca didn’t know how he’d live another day without wes on his knees just like that, hungry and eager to service his cock and anything else luca would like him to worship. he curled his hand around the back of wes’ neck, thrusting his hips forward to fuck his cock into his throat. when he felt like he was close to reaching his high, luca pulled his slut off and gave him an order, which wes was quick to obey — on his back and spread out for luca to devour, knees pulled to his chest as he submitted to the smaller male. “i’ll cum as many times as i want to,” he spat, wrapping a hand around his socked foot to push his legs back as far as they’d go. with his pink entrance on full display, luca dropped down to his knees and blew a wad of spit on his hole. “such a pretty pussy, slut,” he admired, bringing his index finger up to spread the saliva across the surface. “i think it deserves some love, don’t you? since you’ve been such a good whore for me.” he brought a palm to either of the jock’s plump cheeks, spreading him open before he buried his face between him and brought his tongue to wes’ hole. he closed his eyes with a groan as the sweet musk took over his taste buds, devouring the boy’s pink cunt with his tongue. “fuck, that’s good pussy,” he smirked, dragging his tongue in languid strokes across the twitching rim. “you like when daddy eats your cunt, slut? get loud for me, baby.”
NATE JACOBS in EUPHORIA
Mason Gooding as Parker Jones Ballers (4x02 - “Don’t You Wanna Be Obama?”)
ofdreamland.
if there was anyone who could pull him out his pit of self-loathing and doubt, it was easily river. all his happiest memories had him and his bright smile in frame. when he needed comfort, a shoulder to cry, or anything really, the very first place he turned to was river. he knew everything about jake, and jake knew everything about river. he had memorized his hazel eyes so intently down to the detail that he knew where the little green and gold flecks appeared. he knew all his favorite movies, all his favorite songs, how he liked his coffee, his favorite scents, what size shoe he wore… and yet he still craved more — he wanted to know every little thing going on inside his pretty little head. jake wanted to protect him from the rest of the world, keep him all to himself, ward off any danger he might face… until he realized he was the danger he wanted to shield him from. jake wasn’t good at anything but hurting people, letting them get their hopes up only to send them down to the ground in a crash. jake knew he deserved better… so that was why sometimes, it was best to keep river at arms’ length. he wouldn’t have to get caught up in his path of destruction. no amount of prayer, no amount of liquor could absolve him from repeating the sins of his father. “i guess so. but i’ll still beat them with my walker if they go puttin’ their paws on things they shouldn’t,” jake assured him. “you’re right… you’re always right. you wouldn’t do anything to hurt me,” the brunet boy agreed with a nod. he wished he could say the same thing for himself, but he knew the longer river was around him, the more likely he was going to end up hurt. there was no one, nothing he wanted or needed more than river, though. the air in his lungs couldn’t compare to how badly he needed river by his side, to comfort him, to hold him. jake wanted nothing more than to kiss him, to mark him up, to claim his as his own, but in his heart, he knew that he could never provide him with what he needed — stability, all the attention in the world, unfettered love. jake was too stuck in his own self to give him that, and it hurt worse than any blow that had been delivered to his flesh. that was all he could think about as their lips are crashing against each other. they’re almost past the point of no return, almost taking that forbidden step… but river pulled back, and he knew, in that moment, they’d never be. river knew it too. he was a worthless piece of shit, and everyone knew it. “yeah, that’s all i can say,” jake mumbled. normally, he’d just shut down — construct those walls he’d grown to need to build just to survive. but river deserved at the very least some kind of answer. “i’m not good for you. i… i’m not good for anyone, so you might as well get out while you can before i drag you down with me too,” he said flatly, eyes looking anywhere but river. he couldn’t deny the words stung, even worse when he remembered who uttered them. the world around him was caving on itself, and he was paralyzed, stuck in fear. “yep. you know me better than anyone else, so i can’t argue with you there,” jake chuckled humorlessly. “why do you even deal with me, river? you could be doing… so many better things. why do you waste your time on me?” he questioned. “i’m never going to love you like that.” because i’m not capable of loving anything, he omitted… but jake figured what he said would knock the house of cards down finally — wipe the idea of any kind of romance between them happening because jake wouldn’t be able to live with himself when he inescapably fucked things up with him.
river and jake had the kind of bond that was unbreakable, an undying love and loyalty that had stood against the test of time and won. but river couldn’t shake the feeling that no matter how hard he tried to be what the other needed, to provide that sense of safety and warmth and home that he’d lived so long without, he would always fall short in the end. jake knew everything about him, and river felt as though he’d been given pieces to the puzzle, just not enough to actually solve it. it wasn’t until he’d stupidly fallen in love with his best friend that it began to bother him, that he began to seek out other friendships to distract from the fact that he’d only ever have half of the boy he loved. “oh yeah? and things shouldn’t they be putting their paws on, jakey?” he teased, a little more flirtatiously than intended. maybe it was his way of subconsciously dropping hints that if jake wanted him, he could pick him up, pin him up against the wall and take him wherever they were. “never ever. i made a pinky promise, and i intend to keep it.” only that pinky promise had began to wear thin, with so many raw emotions and unspoken words clouding his better judgement. if he was sober, he’d of never said anything at all — although, if he was sober he also probably wouldn’t have climbed into jake’s lap and planted one right on his lips. river just couldn’t seem to stop himself, everything that he’d bottled up for so long came flowing out of him. “do you really think that little of me, jake?” he asked, disbelief spreading over his soft features. “if you’re trying to shut me out, or push me out of your life because you’ve decided fucking your way through every sorority they’ll let you inside of, then say that. but don’t act as if you’re giving me an option, jake. i’ve never left, i’ve always been right here.” river couldn’t believe that after everything they’d gone through, this was where they’d ended up. he felt as if his friend was leaving him behind, like jake had just woken up one morning and decided he didn’t need him anymore. a part of him thought that maybe the conversation had just taken a wrong turn, that jake would realize how bad he was hurting and apologize and kiss him again. but instead, he’d just confirmed river’s worst fear. as the words settled in, the realization that jake would never love him like that, river couldn’t stop the tears from falling. “you’re such an asshole,” he scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “i... i can’t do this anymore. i’ve tried so hard to be there for you, to be who you needed me to be, but you’re going to spend the rest of your life ignoring everything good around you — and i just can’t watch it anymore. my life is a fucking wreck, and i had to get drunk and throw myself at you for half an hour of my best friend’s time. you’re never, ever there, you don’t even try.” it was the angriest river had ever been in his life, and as the words came out he quickly regretted them. “i’d never want you to love me like that, jake. i don’t think you’d be capable of that.”