#writtenmen

[devouryoursky]

@writtenmen

Clark could tell Ryan was watching him. Practically drooling, that boy. And Clark was certainly interested. Homelander (no real name? Pretentious fuck) would be furious if he made a move on his son. All the more reason to do it.

The red carpet event for a new movie, and Clark passed by all he reporters and sycophants. He went right to the young man. "Hey, son. Something on my suit?" He playfully looked down at himself, amused. "You've been staring."

[herosluts]

closed starter for @writtenmen / steve & ryan butcher

Steve was not entirely sure what the whole procedure was going to be with the Butcher son but he had been given a mission and when he is given a mission, he does it to the best of his ability. Take care of him. That was all he was told and he nodded after slipping on his Captain America uniform to look the part, be official and give his best comforting smile to the younger man when they met.

The drive was easy, he still had his motorcycle and he hoped the kid got off on the joy of riding on the back of a bike with Captain America, but when he arrived to the safehouse he wasn't entirely sure what to do as he walked around. "It is a safehouse but you aren't a prisoner, just remember that, and I am here to give you anything you need in the meantime, or to accompany you if you are required to go elsewhere. Maybe we keep it light on the snack runs though?" He joked, badly, but he was trying.

"Your bedroom is here, it has an ensuite.. SHIELD tends to treat it's guests well." He tried to emphasize the word guest.

[yourfilthymuses]

@writtenmen

Leo was your typical college student, young, dumb and always horny. Which is why he found himself on the way to a guys house he had been speaking to on Grindr. Though he didn't know what the guy looked like due to the man wanting to be anonymous, but he did know what the man's dick looked like due to the pictures he had been sent.

As he approached the door, Leo rang the doorbell and as he waited, he turned around to see the man's harden. As he heard the door open, he was shocked by who was standing there. His professor from college who was teaching him a lesson earlier that day. "Um think I got the wrong house, unless your the grey face i've been speaking to on Grindr." He said with a playful smile as he looked at his professor.

[modcrnspirits]

closed starter! hector caxton & arthur pendragon @writtenmen liked this post for a starter.

Hector took hold of the horses's reins as he walked towards Arthur, who stood by the woods where they were about to go hunting. Many men were standing behind him and he tried not to look. Once he had been an important Lord too, so he knew how it worked. He knew those men were there for the safety of their new King. But he knew also how overwhelming it could be not have a moment of freedom anymore. He saw another man coming a few steps behind him and he stopped, raising a hand to dismiss him. "You all have already checked the woods for traps and enemies. And goddamn Merlin has already protected it with magic. I want to have a moment with my son." He knew Arthur was not biologically his son - that mystery was already out in the open. But he still considered him his boy. "You can stay here." He said to the other lord before moving towards Arthur and stopping next to his King, giving him the reins of one of the horses.

"Here it is, Your Highness." He said with calm. His voice filled with warmth. He couldn't call him a boy or even by his name in front of the others. But he would once they were in the woods again. "Shall we go?"

[hyggenights]

closed starter for @writtenmen continued from here.

unpredictable was the best word to describe hatter, hare and their tea parties that often left their guests (and themselves) hazy and disorientated. so, it was no surprise that for a moment - or forever - they often struggled to recall previous guests. the other's words have hare narrowing his gaze, but that distinctive smirk drags at the corners of his mouth, clapping contentedly at his words, which sound to hare like a riddle. "what does that mean? you were not who you are now..." he trails off as if to decipher it, though there's no chance that he actually will.

pouring the other their tea, the hatter throws his constant companion an amused glance. "hare. it is our friend, dear alistair." he explains warmly, amused by the hare's immediate shock, followed by contentment. "you haven't visited us in so, so long! you look different." but he didn't look different, not to the hatter at least, who offered him a bright, welcoming smile. "you must not leave it so long before visiting us again!" he speaks sincerely, as he pours himself another cup of tea, then doing the same for hare. "how have you been? what is so important that it should conclude our tea parties together?"

[p3cc4tum]

▲ from samson to arthur .

Send me ▲ and I'll reply with a sex gif of what my muse wants to do to/with yours

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Honestly these are mostly based on vibes and first impressions - in a way, I think Arthur himself doesn't quite know yet what he's in for with Samson. It excites him to explore that beautiful, flawless body, touch and taste every inch of his physique. Arthur is a passionate cocksucker and aroused at the idea of feasting on that cock, savoring the taste of every inch. I could also see him underestimating just how intense and overwhelming the pleasure will be; I certainly foresee him losing control of himself as he turns into a moaning mess at some point.

[peerlessparamours]

29 mm, from joffrey to william

William knew what it meant when Joffrey called on a specific strain of wine that didn't exist in the physical sense. He arrived washed, cologned, and fresh, only to end up like this each time. Laid out on the royal's mattress with both their cocks being stroked."Fuck...fucking hell..."

[awkwardcourage]

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It was one of those days that had Hughie yearning for the end of summer and made him wish he was a little more comfortable in his own skin. He would love nothing more than to peel off his t-shirt, which had already begun to stick to him just from filling up his car, but he wasn’t the type to be topless unless he was at the beach.

He's found himself at one of those truckers stops, sounds of large engines hissing, puffing, clunking filling the hot afternoon. Even the pumps were hot to the touch. Once his car was filled, he went inside to pay, grateful to find that the small gas station'd had the foresight to stock their freezers.

Now that shade had been acquired, Hughie leaned back against the cool side of the wall, head tipping back, leisurely licking the ice cream he'd bought, not once thinking that perhaps he looked just slightly unseemly, clothes plastered to him like it was a wet t-shirt competition, tongue busy with his frozen treat. Only when he locked eyes with one of the truckers that passed by, catching the look in his eyes, did he realise how he was presenting himself. Hughie swallowed and glanced away, colour rushing to his face.