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[kataramenespsyxes]

' nothing beats better than a good bath in the lake after tearing the guts of poor school boy.'

[downwardxspiral]

open to: f (trans/nb always welcome) muse: aaron (fc: joe keery) plot: aaron comes home after a long day from work and notices his roommate isn't home (or so he thinks). needing some relief, he sits down on the couch and starts pleasuring himself out in the open.

"anyone home?" aaron called out, looking into the empty living room, kitchen and hallway. he noticed their door was slightly ajar, but with no response, he figured he had the place to himself. he walked over to the couch and sat down on it, breathing a sigh of relief as he did so. he unbuttoned his pants and took them off, leaving just his boxers on. then he reached beneath them and started to slowly stroke himself. his head leaned back against the couch, eyes closing as he slipped out a soft moan, getting lost in the feeling.

[theres-nothing-to-be-scared-of]

"I've been told."

"That I put the hot... In hot mess."

Is this their pick-up line? The only thing anyone's likely to give them for this kinda performance... are thoughts and prayers.

[heroesden]

open to: male tops scenario: atlas, and a handful of other heroes, were invited by the city to take part in a press conference where they would be given an honorary key to the city as a way to thank them, and their teams, for all their work protecting them... but Atlas never made it to the stage. Y/M intercepted him in the facilities bathroom and has him otherwise occupied; could be a fan, another super, a villain out of costume, a security guard for the event, reporter, etc.

They should have sent Mimic, he was better with press in general and everyone seemed to love him, but no the city wanted either Atlas or Armory because of their established history as heroes; because they were well seasoned; veterans. None of that really mattered now, though, because Atlas could hear the crowd's roaring applause outside; the event carrying on without him.

Still wearing the mask over his eyes, and his tactical vest, Atlas looked like a parody of himself; his pants, and boots, long abandoned on the bathroom floor as he was folded over one the toilets; his knees pushed towards his chest as his massive broad shoulders and thick, tree-trunk like arms struggled to fit within the thin walls of the stall as the man with him remained in place between his legs; looking down at Atlas with an almost smug grin as he pushed into the older hero.

"Fuck," Atlas groaned, the sound heavy under his breath, "B-better than an autograph, right?"

[5un5etdew-inactivedecember2025]

Open Starter

"Kay..." Dew sighs, head tilting as he watched the stranger stalk off before turning and looking at the smaller frame. "Now that I've scared him off, mind telling me what the fuck just happened?"

[gvardrail]

open to: f/nb based on source

oliver shakes his head as he looks at them, pushing his phone away from him, "i don't even know how to use this app. why can't you just text me pictures then?"

[quiteanimpression-a]

open to: m/nb 21+. closed at the moment. plot: based on this ! it doesn't necessarily have to be my muse stalking yours, it can just be that he's heavily obsessed with them ! muse: teddy. 22-26. switch. vinnie hacker. (alt: beau. r. pankow) connection: any ! taboo welcome as always.

it wasn't his brightest idea. perhaps teddy could blame desperation. right hand clutched his phone to his sweaty face. he was unsure they'd even answer. a random call in the middle of the day? he'd surely hit ignore himself. but fuck. the thought of hearing their voice was enough to make him desperate enough to do it. when their voice finally sounded over the speakers, teddy shuddered with desire. precum dribbled down his cock, gripped in his dominant left hand. leaning his head back into the pillow propped behind his head, teddy bit his lip and bucked his hips up into his hand. there was only so long until they'd hang up. that moment was approaching. "don't hang up," he breathed, sucking in another breath as he began to stroke at last.