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wreck4ge . tumblr . com㠤㠤㠤㠤[ . . . ]㠤㠤㠤 private, low-activity, m/m smut roleplay blog, focused on writing horror, angst, t*boo and dark kinks. penned by rome, twenty-four, any pronouns. links under the read more.
* closed starter for @stainedplum .
his back is pressed against the cold tiles, the shower still on above him; above them. his shining blue eyes go wide, fitting the other's, which displayed a daring attitude that he knew matched his fire. âwhat are you doing?â he asks, exasperated. kai's standing too close to him. too fucking close. andrew's glances weren't as discreet as he believed, and his crush wasn't as understated as he told himself.
it's incredibly inappropriate, career-ruining inappropriate, for him to be standing close to a fellow swimmer â one who's half his age, nonetheless... yet, andy's the one pressed up against a wall, his surprised gasp echoing through the tiles. andy's the one blushing, flustered, awkward. but no one's around. it's andy, kai, their bare bodies and the cold tiles. his eyes can't help themselves. they run down like a river through the other's body.
ok idk if it's just my anxiety acting up or smth but i'm feeling super awkward on dms/discord so honestly i apologize if i word something in an awkward way or if i come off as an awkward person... it's because i am
muse   :   liam  mccarthy,  40s.   hot  shot  lawyer   -   test  muse.   open  to   :   m  /  f  /  nb  -  age  gap  not  required  but  highly  appreciated scenario   :   your muse is liams assistant... something something power imbalance and needing stress relief that's it that's the plot.
âmy  officeâŚÂ  now.â  liam  says  under  his  breath  as  he  passes  by  their  desk.  he's  in  a  mood,  one  of  his  âbad  daysâ  as  the  people  around  the  building  like  to  call  it.  there's  a  well  known  celebrity  he's  representing  in  the  coming  weeks,  the  deposition  slowly  creeps  up  on  him  and  the  stress  only  builds.  his  assistant  is  relatively  new,  he  doesn't  know  much  about  them,  so  it's  the  perfect  opportunity  for  him  to  show  them  how  things  are  done  around  his  office,  a  new  rule  actually.  he  didn't  come  up  with  it  until  they  showed  up  one  day  with  an  iced  coffee  and  the  way  their  lips  wrapped  around  the  straw  enchanted  himâŚÂ  and  his  cock.  he  allows  them  to  step  in  before  him,  shutting  the  door  then  clicking  the  lock  shut  before  he  walks  over  to  the  blinds  and  presses  the  button  to  lower  them.  âonce  these  are  down,  i  need  you  on  your  fucking  knees,  no  questions  askedâŚÂ  do  you  understand  me?â
as a law student, dylan quickly got familiar with the intense personalities that roamed around his (soon-to-be) field. in fact, he knew his soft-spokeness and compliant disposition made him, ironically enough, a sort of outlaw, even among fellow students. he basically awaited the moment he'd become as self-assured and daring as the others in his class, or his professors, or, and perhaps particularly, mr. mccarthy. deeply talented lawyer, known for his bold and daring approach to cases, and, as of a bit over a month, dylan's employer.
he looked up to the man even before starting to work with him, but soon learnt how chaotic things could become due to someone's intense personality. he doesn't think much when his boss shows up to the office with a particularly displeased look to his face, rushes him to his office in a seemingly stressed tone, nor when he hears the distinct sound of the door locking. the man probably wanted to discuss a peculiar move in the highly secretive upcoming case involving a celebrity.
but the next words out of his mouth take dylan's breath away. his knee-jerk reaction is to let out an incredulous ". . . what?" â but, obeying the other's command, he stops it at his throat. â . . . yes, sir. â dylan drops to his knees; heart racing, face reddening. a hundred questions come to his lips, but he knows better than to ask them.
age gap so big we scare the motel receptionist when you bring me in at midnight
MILES ROBBINS as Luke Nightingale in DANIEL ISNâT REAL (2019).
IT FELT LIKE EVERYTHING WENT TO SHIT at the same time. first, his girlfriend of three years weaned him out of her life while by ignoring his calls until she let him down ' easy, ' then he was laid off and couldn't afford rent... so back home it was.
his high school job was waiting for him the same day he dropped back into his parents' house with two suitcases and a guitar in hand for the first time in five years. and much like the rest of the town, it looked mostly the same - only difference was they'd gotten a slushy machine that stuck out against the relic that was only drugstore in town.
he was leaned over the counter, resting on his elbows with his head hung low between his shoulders when the bell jingled over the door. without so much as a glance to see who had come in, ellis opened his mouth with a noncommittal description of that day's deals, â today we're having a two for one - â he sighed as he forgot the word â - deal - on... â another sigh â ... slushies. â
open to m (age 25)
ellis friedmann. he/him. 25. bisexual. 6'4. musician. writer. drugstore cashier. pinterest board.
plot: ellis is back in his hometown after getting dumped and laid off so now he's a sad little smartass and ofc his toxic masculinity ass high school bully walks in (maybe he's back in town visiting or maybe he never left and he's jealous that ellis did leave)
with a bottle in a hand and nothing but malice in mind, jace prowls from the parking lot to the store, its lighting sharp, clean and blue like a dental cream in the rotting town. a late night hook-up awaited him, sinful messages and pictures in his phone as gasoline to his fire. his girlfriend-wife also waited for him, fast asleep cradling their two-year-old; but, listen, they only got married 'cus she got a baby bump, so you can't expect a man like him to not look for some lovin' in other places.
well, he learned from his mistakes: he needed some protection. the drugstore's empty beside himself and the unenthusiastic cashier. jace scans the aisles, paying absolutely no mind to whatever the other's saying, 'till he finds what he's looking for. he looks unfit to the place: pristine (... not really) white floors and sterile smell of alcohol contrasting with his typical streetwear of slim white tank top, baggy jeans and hoodie, and his dear faux shiny chains, like a wolf who wandered into a hospital.
approaches the counter, putting down the black pack of large condoms in front of the tired worker, interrupting the last bit of their little management-mandated greeting. âi'll pass â do you have anything bigger than these?â then, as he fishes his wallet out of his pocket, he finally takes a good look at the other's face, and something about it feels too familiar to ignore. âwait...â
âaren't you that, uhhhh ââ he clicks his fingers, trying to urge the right name to the tip of his tongue. âfredman kid? we went to school together, hm?â yeah, the other was one of the weird kids. quiet, "the sensitive kind," probably a queer. the type that jace and his friend would pick on, and in a rowdy way that only rural, unsupervised young boys are. he missed that kind of unburdened youth. âi heard you got out, though. you moved away. the fuck you doing here then?â fuck, if jace got out, he'd never step a foot in his god-damned town. but he had heavy anchors in here. he knows he'll never get out.
muse jackson 'jace' mulligan. late 20s. troublemaker. works something manual.
if i survived a slasher itâs because i fucked him
been having a busy couple of weeks with work/college stuff so don't expect me much around here for now </3
sadly this is still valid and true btw </3 i'm trying to do replies rn tho!
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BREAKING NEWS: a boy can also be daddy's little princess
been having a busy couple of weeks with work/college stuff so don't expect me much around here for now </3
sadly this is still valid and true btw </3 i'm trying to do replies rn tho!
been having a busy couple of weeks with work/college stuff so don't expect me much around here for now </3
PIERCE BROSNAN in MobLand (S01E09).
i wanna sob into my pillow and dissociate while they fuck me
Kristofer Weston
continued from here ! â¨
" shut th' fuck up , " beau bites out defensively like it's aaron's fault his thick prick is nearly falling out of lacy panties , his full sack not comfortably able to fit into fabric meant to conceal pretty pink labia . muscled chest bends to swat at antagonistic boots , but the unplanned movement means the older male wasn't bracing for the shift it would cause of that thing between his cheeks and it nestles up against his prostate . it forces beau to waver , clawing his fingers at his nephew's shoe when he wished to strike , biting his lip nearly bloody trying to not let the groan trapped in his throat echo .
it hardly matters ; the wet patch in his panties would be evidence enough . he forgoes that obvious truth , approaching it as he would a fight and putting up a heavy defense while his opponent tuckered themselves out fighting a cloud . " miranda thought it'd be fuckin' 'ot , " an overshare about his estranged wife if the blatant fib wasn't manufactured . on quivering thighs he attempts to stand , an awkward bambi effort given his inability to clench his glutes . " th' fuck you doin' 'ere anyways ? " as if that's the most interesting part of this evening . / @wreck4ge
aaron's looking down at the other like he's a dog . thinks the shame his father would feel, seeing the same scene; his grandfather . it could kill the old man . it did far from killing aaron, though . emasculation â not an ideal situation considering their blood bond, but it felt good to feel like more of a man . and specially over his uncle, who's always seemed like a man's man . tattoos, fighting background, built like a wall . in a schoolgirl skirt . his cock throbs; at the attire, of course .
he watches as the older man grasps at his shoe, expression hardening . a feral part feels like kicking; teaching him the lesson every boy aged seven and up has gotten . man up . but holds himself back: still his uncle, still built like a wall . could probably still beat his ass . besides, he's not even sure he wants him to man up; man down comes to mind â stop pretending to be a man altogether .
he wants to tell beau: embrace your female-ness, admit what you've got is a cunt . it'd make things so much easier . â yea, she was right . might take a picture for her, how's that sound ? â wicked smirk grows, despite the emptiness of the words: he doesn't plan sharing that sight with anyone . not for now .
so, instead, he furthers his step, placing his foot between muscled thighs . his eyes move from the feminine garments to the man's face . eyes attempting fury, red-pink lips quivering in whatever emotion . â nah, you stay down . â voice as firm as face, as shaky legs try to stand . hand placed on head â not applying pressure, but a warning touch . i'll keep you down if i have to .
â i mean, i just came for a shower ... now i'm watching a pretty girl trying to put her panties on . â another throb of his cock . dark eyes go to meet the spot on his own jeans, for a quick moment . insists: the schoolgirl costume, tight and sultry, is getting to him, that is all . â think she needs some help, hm ? â
