#filterbroken

[vicedmuses]

@filterbroken asked: 23 for tommy from teddy! (behind billy's back)

giving tommy a massage after an intense workout was supposed to be a simple thing to get him to relax. yet, the speedster had seemed to turn him on in more than one way. teddy couldn't help the next couple of steps that he took on the couch. first, when he got down to the speedster's lower back, he was already rock hard and on top of his legs. then, he scooted up some more and started to rub himself up against his behind. "n-need some release too. don't be selfish bro, come on." he continued to work his fingers into tommy's lower back, but now his length was sliding in between his cheeks. thankfully, hulkling had decided to go commando during the workout session.

[unhclygrovnd]

@filterbroken continued from THIS POST.

Another cord was struck when Andrew alluded to Gabe having to take care of himself again. How many nights had he done so? How many loads were spilled all over his abs and chest as he took out his pent up energy with his left hand? It didn't seem fair, not when he was this perfect boyfriend and Shawn couldn't make time for him.

He didn't need to be convinced more after that .

On instinct, Gabriel placed his hands on Andrew's waist when the other moved to straddle him and much as he tried, Gabe couldn't deny how much he'd missed having someone like this: bodies pressed together, Gabe's cock finally feeling something other than his hand. It didn't help that the fabric of the joggers he was wearing was thin... and that there was no underwear underneath.

A grunt was ripped from his chest. "That hardly seems simple." Gabe protested, but said protests were empty. He wasn't trying to pull away or push Andrew off of him, no: his hands aided in the rocking motions Andrew made, even pressed the other down to feel more of him.

That ripped another grunt out of Gabriel. "Show me, then," Even if his words sounded like a command, the lust Gabe felt gave them a different tone: lustier, needier even. This was wrong, he knew, but he needed it badly. "Show me what you would do if you were my boyfriend, if you-- were in Shawn's place. We can pretend you're mine... or not, it's up to you, Drew."

[devirtute]

@filterbroken asked: 8 MM from tommy for teddy!

MEME: 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃𝚃𝚈 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 STATUS: accepting

"i'd like to go on the record to say that i never actually said your ass was small." teddy did appreciate the show and tell though. he leaned forward and slapped the man's left cheek with the back of his hand. did normal friends do this after a workout session? more importantly, did people normally check out their boyfriend's brother's ass? "those squats do seem to be working, i fully believe you now." he grinned as he sat back. "maybe i should've focus so much on my arms."

[femnize]

closed starter * \ cuckold plot , @filterbroken .

if there was one thing max was great at, it was procrastinating. he'd gotten a lot of practice throughout high school, and college was being no different. not his fault most of the bullshit essays and stupid projects were, well, stupid bullshit. and, if there was another thing he was good at, it'd be gaining time. also a lot of practice during high school. stalling, dancing around his problems, gaming the system. and he'd have to game hard to get at least another day for his calculus bullshit project. so, knocking on his professor's door was it.

the guy had a lovely porch, lovely garden. but fuck, not a great attitude. uptight as fuck, he probably saw max as his arch-nemesis, just cause he couldn't but sleep or scroll his phone through most of his classes. why the fuck did that dude even care? but, well, max would have to kiss his annoying ass if he wanted to get a bit more time to finish the project. he takes a deep breath when he hears footsteps coming. ass-kissing mode, on.

but it wasn't his professor who opened the door. instead, max was, for a few seconds, confusedly staring at a quite good-looking man wearing nothing but a bath robe. and then it clicked, and he puts on his best charming smile. “oh, hey there, um - sorry, i must be in the wrong place... i was looking for a college professor, not a super model.”

[liittlefreaks]

@filterbroken

this was the absolute last thing he wanted to do on his free friday night. yes. for some odd reason, harry had found himself with a night off for once, and somehow after a call from mr. president he had found his way in a messy, dark gay bar. one of the messy gay bars he used to go to when he was much, much younger. his boss wanted his son to be picked up because throwing ass and being slutty in some bar right before the campaign was about to start wasn't exactly a great idea. harry pushed himself past a couple of people, glancing around the place easily since he towered over most of them. "wyatt." he muttered beneath his breath, stomping over towards the sofa in the back. "wyatt? hey!" he spoke loudly over he music. "your father has given me orders to take you home, let's go."

[vicedmuses]

@filterbroken gets a plotted starter!

to the outside world, it was very clear that they were supposed to be the perfect couple. every couple had its issues though. they had been in a fight prior to the mission, but thankfully were able to put their issues to the side. now that they were back home, teddy wasn't even speaking that much. which wasn't normal for him. he started to peel off his uniform and looked over at billy. "good job out there." it was the truth. plus, they were getting ready for a shower, so might as well try to break the silence.

[devirtute]

@filterbroken got davis for shane bronson

their life was complicated to say the least. first, they were on the same team, but in constant competition for that captain spot. then when the coach made them co-captains, his mother met shane's father and they fell in love. now they were sharing a house together. rivals, to teammates, to brothers. davis couldn't ignore him any longer. he at least respected the fact that the man was always one of the last ones at practice. "make sure you take a shower man. i don't need you stinking up my car." davis started to strip off his uniform slowly.

[boysfromtheburbs]

a starter for @filterbroken!

Richard pushed his cart along the produce aisle, doing his best to find whatever stock wasn't completely wilted and sad looking. Settling for the least offensive heart of romaine he could find, he swiftly turned his cart around, immediately banging his cart into the closest one heading his way. "Oh, god, I'm so sorry. I'm clearly not watching where I'm go-" Richard cut himself off, his eyes meeting the driver of the opposite cart. Eyes he'd spent countless nights gazing into. Eyes that had plead him to go faster, deeper until they were both completely spent, collapsed atop one another. Eyes that asked him to do it all again the next morning. "C-Cameron?" Richard babbled, almost in a whisper that only the two of them could hear. "There's no way! How long has it been?!" Years. Richard couldn't stop himself from circling their collided carts to wrap his old flame in a warm embrace. As he pulled away, the glint of his wedding ring teased him, reminded him of his promise to Mark. "It's...it's so good to see you, Cameron. I've missed you."