#potentiia

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continued from xavier's open starter (@potentiia)

Xavier fought the impulse to laugh, because Billy's face was already knotted so tightly it was a miracle his nose didn't start bleeding. Somehow, this only made him more adorable. His smirk only seemed to widen, savoring the aftertaste of the kiss and Billy's frantic attempt at unringing the bell. "Oh. Sure. Just… purely a matter of available inventory," he said, nodding as if this all made perfect sense. "Happens more than you'd believe, especially on high-demand holidays," he went on, his gaze falling to Billy's lips, lingering, stubbornly, on the spark that had passed between them. "You should see my schedule for Valentine's. Or don't, if you'd like to sleep tonight."

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@potentiia​ ;; morning after starters (still accepting) Seth said:  “So if I put my number in your phone, you actually gonna text me?”

                          THIS IS A NEW THING: Taking someone home instead of having a brief fling in a back alley or in the restrooms of the gay club. But Steve is not Captain America anymore: he is retired and has time now to –– maybe try and have a better sex life than before. At least one where his back won't hurt the next day because he actually got to lie down on a comfy mattress. He watches the guy (Seth, his mind helpfully supplies; he wasn't smashed yesterday, only a bit tipsy) walk around Steve's bedroom and collect his clothes. They didn't do anything, you know, big; Steve is not ready to get his cherry popped by a random stranger, so he contents himself with handjobs, which is why he's a little surprised when the guy talks about swapping numbers. "I'm a little old for you, don't you think?" he asks, one brow raised. Seth is maybe around 30; even if you don't count the years Steve spent as a deep-frozen steak, this means he has roughly 10 years on that guy.

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@potentiia said: [ STARE ] — sender discreetly stares at receiver's body as they take off their clothes in preparation for a swim (Levi + Fraser)

could there be anything more fun & fitting to do than hit the local lake & cool off when the sun was burning down from the hot Montana sky? Levi didn’t think so. that was the reason he had peeled his shirt off, revealing hot & slightly peeling skin of his back underneath, sunburned shoulders he didn’t really realize anymore, as soon as the body of water came in sight. his mud stained overalls lay spread out somewhere in the dust a few second later, followed by socks & underwear. skinny dipping had always been the way to go for Levi & he didn’t even waste a second, thinking someone else might be uncomfortable with stepping out of their clothes completely. western attitude coming through, he doesn’t even realize the other males eyes on his body, as he excitedly sheds off every layer of clothing, separating naked skin from cooling water. „you comin‘ or what?“

SWIMMING STARTERS !

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A1 (Adrian + Alex)

Adrian knew he was good at what he was doing. Personal training was his job & even though his services were intended for the rather „normal“ part of the population, he had had a celebrity client now & then, often times going hand in hand with a nice little sponsorship that made him some more money. but when the White House reached out to, in need for a personal trainer of the the white houses youngest, Adrian had been rather perplexed - & a little flattered.

After countless of NDAS & clauses he had to sign, he was finally let through to the first son of the united stated - Alexander Claremont Diaz. Of course Adrian had heard of the younger male, attractive, a cocky streak but all in all not a bad kid - & definitely in good shape. Adrian personally wasn’t quite sure why Alex felt like he needed a personal trainer - that was until the went into their third training session together. Security waited in front of the white houses own, personal gym & before Adrian could even say hello, Alex was on his knees, pants pulled down to his ankles & the trainers rather impressive girth disappearing inside the first sons throat. „Oh shit, yo Alex. That … that wasn‘t the - uh, fuck - wasn’t the deal.“ But actions betray his words, as his hand entangles in dark hair, reflexively pushing the young student down on his cock even more. „I could probably lose my job for …. Ah, for this.“

SMUTTY GIF STARTERS

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🍆 (Elijah + Dylan)

It was a rather slow shift at the coffee shop & so Elijah had busied himself with dusting off the shelves & putting the way too nasty looking cups into the dish washer. when his phone gave a sound, he turned around to grab it from the shelf he usually stored it on, before opening the message. with a loud sound that made all the costumers heads whip around, the phone as well as the cup in the baristas hand fell to the floor, phone luckily intact, while the cup shattered into the smallest pieces. a hard gulp, as the males raised his hands in apology, before turning the phone around, to see the other males leaking cock taking up almost the entire screen. He gulped hard once, before shaking his head slowly.

( text, d: ) I’m fucking working man.

( text, d: ) the cup I dropped when I saw this is on you.

( text, d: ) my break is in 40 minutes. you close by ?

Send 🍆  for my muse’s reaction to being sent a very intentional nude

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@potentiia sent: ❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ from dialogue prompts

"I'm full of good fortune lately," Blake deadpanned. His tongue dug a clot of blood from the split in his lip, the metallic taste sticking to the roof of his mouth. He spat a stripe of crimson onto the floor between them before aiming a grin at Tristan. The persistent ache in his jaw was more of a nuisance than anything—He'd had worse and been back for more before the sun rose again. "Maybe I should start buying lotto tickets, catch myself a break," he joked, picking at the wet smear still beading down from his brow. The healing was slowed by the low tide of his feeding, and the lack of interest in his own well-being, if he was honest. "Think the world owes me a favor this decade, what do you think?"

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@potentiia said: you‘re everything I need right now ( for Cole + Liam )

cole knew that from a strictly moral standpoint, this was wrong - really, really wrong. they learned early on in their firefighter training, that it could occasionally happen that victims of a fire could latch onto you as their quote on quote „saviour“ - forced trauma bonding, cole seemed to remember. it wasn’t really attachment or affection, but simply latching on to the person that had been with you or saved you from a traumatic experience. and still - something in Liam’s voice pulled on cole‘s heartstrings - or was it just his stroked ego? he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy to be the hero now & then & so liams words hit him right where a warm feeling slowly started to waver through his body. „okay buddy, maybe let’s get coffee first, huh?“ he tried to joke. this would be a problem.

RANDOM SUGGESTIVE DIALOGUE + ACTION PROMPTS.

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@potentiia sent: [ reunion ] : sender and receiver have sex after being apart a long time from shared desires ask prompts

The kiss at the party had been the first domino to fall, and now, four months later, they were still toppling. Tonight had started innocently enough. They had dinner, a few drinks, and entertained in the usual dance of pretending they were just friends catching up. Xavier couldn't remember the exact moment when conversation had given way to Billy's thighs bracketing his hips, but his body certainly hadn't objected to the development. His fingers dug into Billy's waist, guiding their rhythm as he thrust upward, chasing the familiar heat that had haunted him since their breakup. The sheets had been kicked to the foot of the bed, leaving them exposed save for the darkness provided by the curtains. Not that Xavier cared about modesty—his penthouse windows offered quite the view to anyone looking—but building management had already warned him once about his exhibitionist tendencies.

"Look at you," The warlock grunted, his eyes drinking in the sight of the man straddling him with raw, unbuttoned desperation. His free hand found its way between them, wrapping around his ex's cock, his thumb brushing over the sensitive head. "Taking me so well. Couldn't go a night without this, could you?"