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[maturebeefformick]

[mythshire]

⋆ · 𖤓 · ⋆ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 ··· a collection of soup gone cold and blankets shared, the intimacy of being cared for when you are at your worst. genre: romance, hurt and comfort, soft angst, domestic.

You're burning up. Don't argue with me. Get back in bed.

I made soup. It's not great. Eat it anyway.

You should have called me the moment you started feeling like this.

Stop trying to get up. There is nothing on this earth that needs you upright right now.

I found three blankets and a hot water bottle. Pick your combination.

You look terrible. I mean that with so much love.

Let me take your temperature. Stop being difficult about the thermometer.

I cancelled everything. Don't apologize. I wanted to be here.

You fell asleep mid-sentence. I stayed anyway. I hope that's okay.

Drink the tea. Yes, all of it. I'll make more.

I've been checking on you every hour. You keep telling me to go home. I keep not going.

Your voice sounds awful. Rest it. We can talk tomorrow.

I'm not going anywhere. Stop thanking me for staying.

You hate being taken care of. I know. Do it for me anyway.

The fever broke. I don't think you know how relieved I am right now.

Sleep. I'll be right here. I'll wake you up if anything changes.

I brought your favourite thing from the place on the corner. Don't cry. Please don't cry.

You're a terrible patient and somehow I still want to be the one doing this.

I know you think you're being a burden. You are not a burden.

Let me sit with you. I don't need to talk. I just don't want you to be alone.

You tried to make your own tea and you could barely stand up. Sit down. I've got it.

I've seen you strong. This doesn't make you weak. It just makes you human.

You smell like fever and you still somehow look like everything to me.

Lay your head here. Right here. I've got nowhere I need to be.

I brought every movie you've ever mentioned. We have time.

You're mumbling in your sleep. I'm not going to tell you what you said.

I changed the sheets while you were in the shower. Don't make it weird.

You need to eat something real. I know you don't want to. Eat something real.

I've been sitting in this chair for four hours. I'd do it four more.

Stop apologizing for being sick. People get sick. Let me help you.

Your hands are cold. Give them here. I'll warm them up.

I found the medicine in the back of the cabinet. Take it. All of it. Don't negotiate.

You're not inconveniencing me. Taking care of you is exactly where I want to be.

I didn't know you got like this when you were sick. Softer. I like knowing this about you.

You asked for me. Out of everyone, you asked for me. I haven't stopped thinking about that.

The heating pad is on the lowest setting. Tell me if you need it warmer.

I'm not leaving until your temperature is normal. Make your peace with that.

You cried a little when the soup was too hot to eat yet. I pretended not to notice.

I've never seen you let anyone take care of you before. I'm honoured. I mean that.

Your hair is a mess. Can I? Is that okay? Let me just — there.

You keep saying you're fine every time I check and you are so obviously not fine.

This is the third night in a row. I'm not going anywhere. Stop looking at me like that.

You're delirious and still trying to be funny. It's working. Please stop, I'm worried about you.

I learned how to make your mother's recipe. It took three attempts. Don't tell her.

There's nowhere I'd rather be than right here, even like this. Especially like this.

You always take care of everyone else. Just this once, let someone take care of you.

I left the light on in the hall in case you woke up scared. I remember you mentioned that once.

I'm here. I've got you. Just rest. Everything else can wait.

[swoledadenergy]

wanna write, but I'm so fucking sleepy

[swoledadenergy]

feed me all the shawn hatosy

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@sonofawiitchh M/M Smut Gif Starters: Part 3 - The Electric Bootyloo [ 12D ] bottom Vincent from John Kent

An entire squad left the station when the alarm blared, but not Vincent's. His squad had the privilege of staying behind, and yet the alarm had dragged him out of sleep all the same; or what passed for sleep. Insomnia was never good company, but it was particularly insidious when it clawed at you during the few hours you were actually allotted to rest.

Vincent tossed and turned for the better part of half an hour before giving up entirely. He lay there staring at the ceiling, his body exhausted but his mind refusing to quiet. If he was going to stand any chance of falling asleep, he needed to burn something off first. Spending energy had worked before, or at least, he told himself it had. He decided to gamble on it one more time.

He found the station's gym swathed in the kind of silence that only existed at that hour. Empty, save for another poor soul hunched over one of the machines. John. The rookie. His greeting was nothing more than a faint, hollow smile and a slow nod. Barely an acknowledgment that either of them existed at all.

He'd lost sight of the moment they started spotting each other. They danced around each other almost in silence, taking turns on who laid their back on the bench and who stood behind making sure the weights didn't kill anyone. What he hadn't missed was the instant he started letting his eyes linger on John's bulge.

Vincent looked at it intently, mostly when it was his turn to lay on the bench and could get a perfect glimpse of it. So close, he could almost taste it. So close, he could smell the strong scent of salty masculinity coming off the lower openings of John's shorts. When he closed his eyes, Vincent could almost picture the rookie's cock. It's bulbous head, covered in translucent, glistening precum. He pictured a single vein, slithering along the underside, pulsating with John's heartbeat, and guiding Vincent closer to the base, to the puddle of sweat and musk.

And John had had similar thoughts, for it didn't take too long before their silent communication turned to flirting. Flirting to provocation. Provocation to action.

Kneeling between John's legs, Vincent pressed himself against the padded floor of the gym, and made himself comfortable between John's thighs. The rookie's cock was just as he imagined it, shinning under the lights. It sprung up happy to meet him, and Vincent was quick to return the greeting by gently wrapping his lips around the head.

He hummed around it. The taste of it salty, thick, mixed so perfectly with the strong, acrid scent of John's groin. With every inhalation, Vincent took in more and more of him. John's cock filled his velvety mouth, the wet crevice opening itself to allow the thick intrusion deeper. John's sweat saturated Vincent's lungs, rapidly hypnotizing him further.

"Fuck, kid." Vincent looked up, a thick string of saliva mixed with pre-cum still bridging John's cock to his plumped lips. "You got a great cock."

[boysfromtheburbs]

For a moment or two, Lucas didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. His hands spoke for themselves, expertly working the tight muscles apart. The man was practically a log on his work table, all his weight pressed down into the surface. If it wasn’t for the verbalizations every time he struck a particularly sensitive spot, he would’ve sworn Zack had fallen asleep.

“That’s it…” Lucas mumbled, lips hovering over bare, glistening skin as he leaned down to further out his weight into his work. “Let it all out, my man.” A man’s reaction to finally getting his grooves worked out was like music to his ears. It was better than any tip he could get. Well. Almost.

“What does that mean: someone like you?” Lucas couldn’t help his curiosity. Most of his sessions were rather deadly silent or just a series of moans and groans that didn’t really make for great conversation. When a client offered him a crumb, he snatched at it. “Dating a guy, huh?” Lucas chuckled, shaking his head as his hands dipped further down Zack’s broad back. The man was a masterpiece to map out. “Had you pegged all wrong, I guess. Whatever guy snaps you up will be lucky, indeed.”

“Lower back alrighty for you, boss? Or would you like me to focus somewhere else? This is your appointment, you call the shots. I’m just the hands that make you feel good.”

[swoledadenergy]

"Single. Someone like me: single. Marriage is too far off when you aren't even dating."

Lucas' hands dug into his knotted back with precision and the evident lack of clemency from someone who was not feeling the pain he caused. Yet, with every painful jab that passed, more and more pleasure washed over Zack's body. In time, his back was all but melted under Lucas' dexterous fingers.

"Yes, yes. Lower back." More and more the relaxing effects clouded his mind, slurring his words in a way only sleep and rest could. "Maybe do my legs too." He added, letting it hang in the air like and unanswered question meant for Lucas' hands to respond.

"W-what about you? Seeing anyone special?" Zack asked. Intrigued for selfish purposes, but genuinely wanting to just hear him talk for a moment, as he soaked in the pleasurable pain of the massage.

[vicedmuses]

@swoledadenergy gets cormac for nathan

getting into a bar fight was his version of a fun night. he wasn't going to lie about that. luckily, the other man was the one that was kicked out and not him. so he took his seat next to a rather attractive guy, glancing over at him. "can i buy you a drink?" there were some perks aside from not being kicked out that came to being in the biker gang. drinks were almost always on the house since this was the place they normally hung out with. not that the handsome man had to know that. "i'm cormanc by the way." he placed the ice back on his left hand and extended his right hand to shake the other's.

[swoledadenergy]

He'd stolen glances at Cormac for a while, even before getting mixed up on the brawl, so when he realized the man was next to him Nathan visibly gulped. Tripping on his words, he tried to answer and only came out with noises. Stammering. How badly he wanted the Earth to split in to and swallow him whole.

"I-I think I drank enough for tonight." Stammering, he attempted a laugh. "I'm Nathan. Nate." He answered. Only then realizing the dismissive response. "Can it be a burger instead? Think I'm hungrier than I am thirstier."

[mythicalmen]

In a lot of ways, this was a bad idea. Allowing someone to see him this vulnerable and put him in a position like this was opening himself up to be taken advantage of and not in a fun way. He didn't fully know Vincent's deal and intentions, whether he was someone undercover, someone looking to sell a story or a villain waiting to make his move. Maybe he was some who got lucky or some ancient being with an alien history and all knowing powers. The man was a mystery and yet Peter felt himself falling into this again and again.

Yet despite all these questions, all this uncertainty...Peter let it happen again and again, whether it was the water tower...a bedroom or somewhere even more exposing, Spider-Man showed up and became complete putty in this man's grasp. The suit would come off, save the mask, and his body would be used and abused and left marked and taken and completely Vincent's in a thousand different ways. Maybe the risk of it all made it all the more crazy or intense or addicting...but even today Peter needed even more than usual.

Which is how he found himself not riding the huge man's cock like normal, but on all fours with this towering mass of a man looming over him. His huge body making the hero feel so small and helpless, a feeling that was rare for him. Eyes widening under the mask at the degrading words mixed with that huge hand around his neck, like a silent threat or promise of how much power he had over him right now.

"F-Fuck I...ngh..." He babbled and stammered, voice shaking before he spoke again. "P...Please Sir, please. Go harder, please I'll do anything. N-Name your price...anything" He begged like the needy, helpless hero he was.

[swoledadenergy]

Spider-Man begged on cue, prompting Vincent to laugh. Cruelly. Relishing in the sweet symphony of the hero's horniness. His whining made Vincent want to give in, to give Spider-Man what he wanted; what he needed. Yet, against all his instincts, Vincent slowed down.

Long deliberate movements of his hips pushed his cock deep inside Spider-Man's tight hole. His thick base stretching the ringed muscled, while the head poked at the deepest end of the inner walls. A velvety embrace he regretted pulling out of, as he rolled his hips back to let his veiny cock drag out of Spider-Man's hole.

"Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man." Vincent spat out, his voiced laced with callous amusement. "Our hero." He buried himself to the hilt, as both his hands so easily wrapped around Spider-Man's neck like a sinful collar. "You're nothing but my slut." No question, just a fact. An order, even. His grasp tightened. "You belong here, on your knees and impaled by my cock."

Vincent smiled, looking down at and seeing the hero's hole struggling with the ebb and flow of his slow thrusts. But more than anything, he savored the desperation he was putting on Spider-Man's mind. The way he whined for more. The beautiful tone of his whimpering and begging.

"I'm going to breed you tonight. And you're going to be a good boy and keep it all from spilling out when you leave swinging, won't you, Spidey?"

[swoledadenergy]

@thereallordphoenix asked: Smutty gif starter A. romantic ( 6 ) for Aidan x Evan (my muse is the one cooking)

The kitchen smelled like butter and coffee, warm and familiar. Aidan padded across the tile in socked feet, drawn not just by the smell of breakfast but by the sight of Evan at the stove. Relaxed, unhurried, visibly messy from sleep.

He crossed the kitchen quietly and slipped his arms around Evan from behind, pressing his face into the curve of Evan's neck and shoulder. He felt Evan exhale. Not surprised, just settling, leaning back into him the way he always did, like Aidan's arms were something he'd been waiting for.

Aidan let his hands splay flat against Evan's stomach, palms pressed warm against the soft fabric of his shirt, fingers fanned wide. He could feel the gentle rise and fall of Evan breathing, the faint warmth of skin beneath cotton. He traced no particular path; his thumbs just moved in slow, absentminded arcs.

He tucked his chin against Evan's shoulder and watched him push eggs around the pan, neither of them saying anything yet.

His hands drifted downwards, fingers curling at the edge of Evan's boxers. Steadily, he slid the fabric down to free the plump rump he'd been playing with the night before. His fingers reclaimed ownership of the round mounds with, seemingly, no opposition. They slithered further along the other's crack, digging into the warmth with a certainty that fizzled out just milimeters away from Evan's entrance. Teasing the ringed muscle with gentle pressure.

Aidan pressed his lips, barely parted, against the side of Evan's neck. Not a kiss exactly. A breath with intention. He felt the slight hitch in Evan's movement, the way his shoulders softened further.

"Good morning," Aidan murmured against his skin, the words more felt than heard.

The eggs were probably getting overdone.

[thereallordphoenix]

When he started dating Seb, he imagined him to be the boy-next-door type, the complete opposite of who Dante was, or perhaps deep down they were both the same, but one hid behind two-piece suits and neat hairstyles, while the other sported mutton chops on his face, signaling his unruly nature and bum lifestyle. Of course, he expected that at some point he would corrupt his new partner by introduce him to kinkier experiences, but didn't imagined that it would happen so soon. However, he had no choice when his leather clothes were found in the drawer and he was forced to plead guilty.

It was good to finally be mask, harness, armlets, and pants on, well, the last one not so much. Anyway, Dante felt natural, especially now that he had the opportunity to tie Sebastian to that chair, leaving him completely vulnerable and at his mercy. He was careful to ensure that the restraints framed the blond's muscular body, with special emphasis on his meaty tits, the older man could spend hours and hours just playing with and sucking on them. The final touch was the blindfold, and then the fun could finally begin.

As soon as everything was set up, he brought his hairy, smelly armpit close to Seb's face, who stuck out his tongue and moved his face to reach it, eager as a moth to a flame. Dante chuckled smugly, his musky scent was the second thing he was most proud of in his attractiveness, behind only his bright pair of silver-gray eyes. Tho he couldn't say which of those two things caused the bound boy to fall into his wicked hands. "And even so, you don't stop sniffing and sipping, do you, piggy?" he replied, while letting the other wallow in his stinky sweat.

Dante switched armpits, the other was equally sweaty, and now he had a free hand he could use to reach the blindfolded boy's chest. A sly smirk was already forming on his face. "Oh, my sweet Seb…" he said sarcastically, "I always forget how plump your boobs are…" he growled, grabbing one of his boyfriend's nubs, pinching and twisting it slightly while enjoying in the licks on his armpit. Soon his mind was flooded with plans for the two of them, and he mentally thanked himself for not having dismantled the infamous swing.

[swoledadenergy]

His fingers reached, curled, reached again. The instinct was relentless and involuntary. To touch, to act, to do. And each time it met nothing but warm air and the soft boundary of the silk. His hands existed at the very edge of usefulness, present and achingly aware, yet suspended just beyond the threshold of any purpose.

It lived in his chest, that feeling. A low, persistent pull, like a word caught at the tip of the tongue. His shoulders held a tension that had no outlet, his arms a readiness that could go nowhere. The simplest reaching gestures, the kind the body makes without thought, without permission, died quietly at the wrists.

His hands remembered everything they could not do.

For a moment, free air hit him in the face, soon to be covered with more sweaty goodness before Seb could complain. As best as it could, his body rolled. It rolled into nothingness, into air that felt freezing against the glistening head of his cock. In turn, his cock bounced free with every buckle, and landed against his stomach with a wet slap that offered only a smidge of relief.

"Plump from all the breeding." Seb all but growled from beneath Dante's armpit. A dark chuckle followed. "Plump and fuckable, like you like it. Isn't that how you like your piggy?" He taunted back. All the unresolved lust at the tip of his engorged cock clouding all judgement.

[comiiical]

There was no reaction to the hand on him, almost expecting it, if anything, legs made room for the hold and instead shrugged as he continued to look at his options. "Scared? No. Sure. The amount of times eyes were on this hog when I was in the army can't be counted because there's not enough fingers in the human body. Feel like being a feria monster." Eddie shrugged, "what do you say? Do you want to struggle with my smell on our way home, or should I just walk into the shower?"

[swoledadenergy]

As if cued for it, Seb took a deeper breath then, trying his best to catch the threatening scent coming off of Eddie's skin. The acrid fragrance of man loaded his lungs with pure lust. In truth, he couldn't quite tell if it was Eddie what he was smelling, or just the locker room as a whole, but Seb's body responded all the same. His cock visibly awakening.

"Tough choice." Seb laughed. "I love me some Eau de Hunk" His tongue contorting to an approximation of a French accent just to make the joke land. Still, through the joke and laughter, his eyes wandered along Eddie's naked form actually considering his answer.

[boysfromtheburbs]

open starter: lucas open to: m (tops, bottoms, verse) plot: lucas is a massage therapist and is giving y/m the rub-down of his life. can go smutty or not, up to you :)

"Sheesh, man." Lucas breathed, digging his heels in excavating circles at the crown of the man's back, right in between the shoulder blades. "What's got you so damn tense? Work? Trouble with the missus?" Lucas quirked a brow. That one was just for him. A light teasing. "I've almost gone through a whole bottle of oil..." He mumbled to himself, hands gliding down the man's slick back. "Either way: you came to the right place. I'm gonna take good care of you man, don't worry."

[swoledadenergy]

The pain was the good kind. Zack had forgotten there was a good kind. Lucas' hands moved with a certainty that made his eyes close. No hesitation, no asking is this okay, just the steady, relentless pressure of someone who knew exactly where it hurt and wasn't afraid of it. Each knot that gave way sent a ripple of warmth spreading outward, a slow unraveling he felt all the way down to his fingertips.

He breathed into it. Let it hurt. Let it help.

He hadn't realized how much he'd been holding until someone finally started taking it apart. With each groan out of him, his muscles seemed to relax just another bit. Slowly melting into the table.

"Marriage is long ways off for someone like me." Zack couldn't help but chuckle, though it came out sloppy, half asleep. "Gotta be dating a guy before you can marry him." It was almost as if the confessions poured out of him.

[swoledadenergy]

@thereallordphoenix asked: Smutty gif starter C.expanding limits ( 12 ) for Seb x Dante (your muse is is the one licking the pit)

Seb struggled against the silken ropes that kept his hands together, trapped behind his back. It was involuntary. A mere result of their little game, and not an expression of desperation. Or, rather, if it was desperation, it wasn't need nor want to be freed. He had found rather quickly that there was freedom in being subdued like this. Thought could just wash away, as he focused his entire mind solely on pleasure.

Blindfolded, he had to gather his whereabouts by ear and touch alone. Shuffling nearby clued him on Dante's position, but it was the pungent scent of sweat hitting his nose what made him understand what was happening now. Seb wasted no time in reaching up, desperate to taste what his nose had perceived to be so close.

His tongue, laid flat, almost rigid, met the hairy armpit, and upon making contact, it began hopelessly licking. All but slurping Dante's manliness, as he struggled to reach upwards from the chair he was tied to, anxious to bury his face into the nook of Dante's hairy pit.

"Fuck. Your sweat is disgusting." Seb laughed, hungrily devouring it.

[pxnkrps]

One thing about his brother was that Zack had always been a smoke show and frustratingly seemed to only get even better with age.

Having your older brother be your sexual awakening meant coming up with a lie for that question's answer but each time he did it made his stomach feel like it had a hole in it. Now with the cock he'd always imagined in his hand, seeing it stand up to greet him so excitedly? Kipper lost his sense of decorum, whispering a shuddery "Fu-hu-huck" at it.

Kip, in a way of repairing that little shame became a straight A student. A straight edge narc. So this was entirely 'out of character' for what people expected.

"Shit!" He hissed, looking up at Zack with a pleading and frozen face. The way Zack seemed nonchalant or even half-approving sent a wave of adrenaline warmth over Kipper. "Yes, Zack." He nodded and, before Zack could change his mind, Kipper downed half his big brother's cock in one go.

[swoledadenergy]

A sigh was birthed deep in his belly, and it rumbled all the way up his broad chest until it came out his beer-wet lips. Zack forced himself not to close his eyes, though the warmth of Kipper's mouth was almost too inviting to resist – almost. He put his left hand on Kip's head, fingers interlocking with his dark hair, with just as much endearment as possessiveness.

"That's it. Take care of it. Nice and slow." Zack took another swig of his bottle, eyes glued on the way Kip's head began to bob up and down his cock. Thick with excitement, his cock hardened against Kipper's soft mouth. "You like the taste of it, don't you?" He chuckled, cruel, pleased. "Yeah, you do." Heavy, his hand pushed Kip further along his cock, forcing him to take in more and more of it. "Feels good, doesn't it? My cock burrowed all the way down your throat. Hum if you like it, Kip."

[houseofrenaissance]

OPEN: f/m/nb MUSE: jason dilaurentis [oliver stark, alt: drew van acker], 33, bisexual

           Jason had been waiting there for what felt like forever before he finally spotted them. He wasn't sure how they were going to react, and that uncertainty had been eating at him the entire time. Pushing himself up from the bench, he let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Hey," he said, his voice quieter than he intended. As he took a few hesitant steps closer, nerves twisted in his stomach. He hated not knowing how this was going to end. "Can we please talk?"

[swoledadenergy]

Nathan let out a short, humorless laugh when he caught sight of Jason. Of all places, of all days, it had to be today. The idea of Jason stalking him crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it as another way of forcing himself to think Jason cared.

"Sure. Let's talk." Nate answered, arms crossing as if to defend himself from whatever Jason wanted to talk about. And rather than closing the distance between as he would have done in the past, Nathan stands at the other end of the metaphorical bridge Jason was starting to build. "What is it that you have to say for yourself after ghosting me?"

[houseofrenaissance]

OPEN: f/m/nb MUSE: easton kingston [glen powell], 36, closeted bisexual

           "Oh!" Easton exclaimed as he turned around and found someone standing in his bedroom. He had just finished showering and was looking for a change of clothes, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. "So we just don't knock anymore? We just invite ourselves in?" he asked, staring at them. Crossing his arms over his chest, he let out a quiet scoff. "So tell me, what could possibly be so important that you had to barge in?"

[swoledadenergy]

Warren looked at him up down, not realizing just how long his gaze lingered on Easton's chest. On the few droplets racing each other along the sensual curvature of his chiseled chest. Forcing his eyes to meet Easton's gaze, Warren smiled from ear to ear.

"I knocked. You were showering. I had to take matters into my own hands. So, I used the copy of the key I swiped from you a while back." His tone nonchalant, dismissive in a way only years of friendship could award him. "Don't worry about it." Warren shrugged it off, then chuckled. "I have word of a party we could go, but we need to leave now." He offered as answer, finally. His eagerness betraying his need to relive his younger years out partying. "Come on, I hear there's gonna be lots of sexy chicks."