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@writtenbystitch
𐚁 hello community, iʼm a new player exclusively into mxm roleplaying. why not take a look at my introduction below and see if we’ll ever cross paths? would love some mutuals and also to plot.
¦ GUIDELINE ¦ updated — 04/04
¦ CANON CHARACTERS ¦ updated — 12/04
No, no, no. Fuck you. You don't owe it to yourself. You owe it to me. 'Cause tomorrow I'm gonna wake up and I'll be fifty. And I'll still be doin' this shit. That's all right. That's fine. I mean, you're sitting on a winnin' lottery ticket. You're too much of a pussy to cash it in, and that's bullshit. 'Cause I'd do fuckin' anything to have what you got. So would any of these fuckin' guys. It'd be an insult to us if you're still here in twenty years. Hanging around here is a fuckin' waste of your time.
GOOD WILL HUNTING (1997) dir. Gus Van Sant
i’m coming back from hiatus after months, my motivation is finally returning and i really miss writing with people here. a lot. i’ll totally understand if you don’t have muse anymore, but don’t hesitate to hit me up for a new thread. :~)
back now. iʼm gonna catch up the threads. sorry for leaving you hanging. my bad. gonna pray you guys still have the muse. yea
a quick update: admittedly, i’ve been trying to gather muse to reply to threads in general before then, but i’m currently on a trip this week so theyʼre on a hold. but i’ll be back to our threads very soon! 🤍
darell was too lost in his own pleasure to think about the toll he was putting on the boy's body now. he had warned him, tried to take it slow, and the boy had begged for more. now he would feel what that really meant. the bruises on his chest and thighs as he was pushed deeply into the hard, unforgiving metal floor. the iron grip of darell's hands on his hips, holding him tight, claiming him, pinning him to the floor. and, of course, the massive cock spearing him open, plunging again and again into the boy's guts, forcing his body to accommodate something that was far too big for it. the message was clear: as long as Oliver was in the back of this van, his body was a toy. he was an aid for darell's masturbation a warm hole to be fucked and used, and darell would do with his body whatever he wanted to, manipulate those trembling limbs into new positions, shape his once virgin hole to the shape of darell's cock like a missing puzzle piece.
darell was lost in the desire of it all. the boy's whimpers and sobs were music to his ears. it had been so long since he'd had a good fuck like this. far too many boys came to him after a show, flirting, showing off, saying they could take it, only to cry and say they were done the moment he pulled his cock out of his pants. "such a good boy for me," he purred now, his voice heavy and hot in oliver's ear, their bodies pinned together, his chest to oliver's back. "your pain makes me so fucking hot, baby. you look so damn precious like this, crying on my cock." he peppered kisses to the back of oliver's neck, to his shoulder blades too.
as the boy struggled to speak, darell thought for a moment that he might be done, might insist that darell pull out, finish in his mouth or splatter over his back. but no, the little sub, face puffy and wet with tears, was still somehow asking for more. it was the hottest thing darell had ever seen. his bandmates in the front seat grinned, half watching the road, half watching the show through the rearview mirror, and blasting the radio so no one beyond their car would hear oliver's cries and darell's moaning.
"god damn it. you really are perfect, aren't you?" darell whistled, shaking his head in disbelief. "well you were right about one thing. i ain't letting you go after this. my perfect little cumdump." grabbing a handful of oliver's hair, hard, he tugged at the scalp and brought the boy back, manipulating his body so he was now sitting on darell's lap, his teary, flushed face and bruised chest easily visible by the bandmate's now. "fuck yourself," darell ordered, "bounce on my cock, boy. i want to see you break your little hole until you make me cum."
━⊱ most wouldn’t be proud to see oliver like this, but his idol was different. inside, he felt fulfilled, a work of art shaped by darell's hands. as the vocalist lowered himself, pressing his chest against oliver's back, relief washed over him. their bodies fit like puzzle pieces slotting together. he savored the brief pause to breathe calmly, though the whispers in his ear shattered his focus. this still felt like a vivid dream: hearing the country sensation’s voice this close, unfiltered by headphones, familiar yet intensely personal. ❝ you like seeing me all wrecked, don’t you? ❞ his voice trembled as darell’s kisses trailed his body, warming his heart and steadying his breath.
then darell gripped his hair, turning him to face the older man. a gasp escaped him at the sudden shift, pain sparking through unprepared muscles. oliver wiped the few tears from his cheeks, smoothing his hair to appear less disheveled before his idol. he straightened his spine. ❝ i will, sir. ❞ hips rolling in darell’s lap, he shifted against the big cock inside him. the sensation bloomed impossible tightness melting into slick friction as he relaxed, allowing deeper movement. arms looped around darell’s neck, he clung for balance, rocking with ragged breaths. his expression was ruinous: lips parted, eyes glazed, wrecked yet reverent.
minutes passed, oliver’s gaze locked on darell’s mouth. then, courage struck. ❝ can i kiss you? please, sir. ❞ the thought had become irresistible. the boy craved their lips sealed, a tangible affirmation of love. he’d do anything to earn that kiss.
I've been all over this world. I've seen men die... in ways I ain't even know was possible.
MICHAEL B. JORDAN in SINNERS (2025) dir. Ryan Coogler
David Corenswet as Jack Castello. HOLLYWOOD (2020).
theo couldn't help himself any longer. to hear andrew talking like that. the way he just went on with the old pervert thing. he felt just like that. he had even lost track of what he was doing, lost in the way the boy kept looking at him. that last bit took him off guard though. "are you insinuating i might have been watching you for days now?" he shot the boy a smirk. he couldn't know. not the way things were with him. theo could take the decision to do like he did the first few nights, explaining to the boy who he truly was and how they were related. but that would kill that buzzing connection they made now.
instead he shrugged at the suggestion. "that would surely make me the biggest perv around. how about that?" he picked a chip from his plate and ate it up, looking at andrew with hunger in his eyes. gods, he knew he would soon devour that boy. his mouth was dry again so he drank more of his pint. he leaned over the table once the glass was down. "if you keep looking at me like that, i will be obliged to tell you the number of the room and the name of the hotel i am staying, you know?"
━⊱ the boy smiled back, almost on the verge of a soft laugh. ❝ it's the way you talk with me. ❞ he continued. ❝ like you know exactly how to catch my attention and keep it. ❞ he kept his eyes on theo. ❝ but maybe you're not a pervert. just a charming man who knows how to read people. ❞ and that was true, considering how strongly andrew felt drawn to this man he had just met. his gaze then dropped to the man’s lips, still wet from the beer he'd just taken a sip of. he took a moment before looking back up into theo’s eyes, now with his hands resting on the table.
❝ you do not live here? ❞ he asked, curious. he casually took the man’s glass with both hands, holding it between his fingers. ❝ when are you leaving? ❞ something in andrew’s expression shifted. he seemed somewhat disappointed. maybe it was the idea of not seeing this man again? that it would be just another passing moment? he didn’t want to show it, so he continued, tracing his finger around the rim of the glass. ❝ maybe i will visit you when i can. where are you staying? ❞ he realized then that he was still holding another man’s glass in that absentminded moment and quietly set it back near the corner of the table, bringing his hands back to his own arms.
Jack O'Connell as Remmick
SINNERS (2025) dir. Ryan Coogler
both of them watched intently as the younger man combed through the album. gaetano wasn't going to light up though. being a little shit and tease was basically engraved into his dna by that point in his life. ❝ i can't, but you know that you love me too much to actually be annoyed by it. ❞ he winked over at him. at least he hoped that part was true. he knew he was just assuming, but he was confident.
both of the brothers went over to the couch and sat down on opposite ends. the middle open for the younger man if he wanted to sit with them. giacomo was the one to respond, knowing that the question was for him. ❝ peer pressure is a real thing, so make sure that you don't give into it if you don't want to. don't be afraid to stick out on your own. ❞ he nodded slightly. ❝ then be a good person. don't close yourself off to exploring new things. college is like las vegas for a young man. ❞ the brothers smiled softly, fun memories clearly going through their minds.
━⊱ george shot a look at gaetano, one brow raised like someone who wasn’t entirely sold on his claim. ❝ do i? ❞ in truth, he loved him a bit but he’d never say that out loud. he knew better than to feed into his uncle’s ego. ❝ if i were you, i wouldn’t think that highly of myself. ❞ he said with a shrug, lips forming a slight pout.
he joined them in the middle of the couch, letting the photo album rest on his lap while he listened to his father. he wasn’t sure he’d follow any of the advice, but it was still good to hear it early on. then he almost chuckled at the comparison between college and las vegas. ❝ las vegas? i bet it’s closer to hartford. ❞ he turned to his uncle, squinting in suspicion. ❝ am i supposed to buy that, unc? ❞ honestly, he doubted he’d have much time even for his own hobbies, let alone a social life. at most, maybe his roommate. even then, he was gonna keep his expectations low to avoid disappointment.
YAO as Bo Chow SINNERS (2025) dir. Ryan Coogler
at first, he just sat back and watched brian dig in. it was an interesting sight. especially since the man had been so occupied on hunting down all of the younger man's friends. he barely took time to just watch him anymore. which was how all of this started. now he was able to go back to the root of it all. ❝ don't be embarrassed. i can't even begin to think of when the last time you ate was. ❞ he laughed softly, finally leaning forward to serve himself some food.
then he nodded and grabbed the remote. instead of a horror movie, he started to play some cheesy gay romantic comedy. something that could be watched in the background. ❝ this should have a little bit more action to it. ❞ it didn't. not more than a horror movie at least. maybe more sex though. elias started to dig into his own plate, smiling slightly. ❝ glad you like it. this place makes the best noodles. ❞
━⊱ ❝ i had a protein bar yesterday morning, if that counts. ❞ he looked at elias, then at the food. he was so stressed from everything that the only thing on his mind was whether a killer might be lurking nearby, ready to strike at any second. he hadn’t even had the time to properly grieve his friends’ deaths, yet his heart still felt heavy.
as he neared the end of his meal, his eyes drifted to the television, trying to figure out what was on. it looked like some kind of romantic comedy, but anything was better than the bloody scenes from before. ❝ seems alright, i guess. ❞ as he finished his last bites, something came back to him. ❝ i was almost forgetting.... your phone, is it free now? ❞ he asked carefully, glancing over at elias.
these gif pack sources feel slower each time i check them. iʼm rlly starting to understand those who use some large gifs from google and call it a day
Lex knows how to make being bad look good. Superman - only in theaters July 11. Get tickets now.
anyone got song recs with kinda heavy production? kind of like club/metal/hip-hop/rap... similar vibes. lately iʼve been diving into sounds from independent artists who are on soundcloud, so if you know any, lemme know!
DAVID HARBOUR as JIM HOPPER stranger things 1.01・the vanishing of will byers
