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@writtenmen
when will the blood begin to race ? the sleeping bud burst into bloom ? when will the flames , at last , consume us ?
independent , selective , smut - driven roleplay blog , taboo & mature themes will be involved . as told by rod ( twenty - six , he / him , cst. ) .
rules / kinks / muses : originals + canon . wanted : plots + ships + nsfw / open starters . fc : mine + yours / ask prompts .
LUKE THOMPSON as BENEDICT BRIDGERTON in BRIDGERTON (2020—) Season Three
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joffrey was the king. and whatever he wanted, he would obtain. for long enough he had desired to own the carthwait duke as his own, have a taste of the body those tight-fitting tunics so poorly concealed. kiss those lips, grope those muscles. the affair started through charming smiles and thinly veiled courtship, all perfectly graceful and subtle until they were away from prying eyes. once they were alone, joffrey could finally let go of any pretences. his delicate grap turning forceful, needy. commanding.
"louder." his words were firm as a thumb slipped into william's open mouth, his other hand busy as he stroked both cock in a tortuous rhythm. his own lips parted, panting as he bounced on the older man's lap. unsure yet as if he'd use his front or back.
@peerlessparamours
When I say “breed me” I don’t mean a cream-pie. I mean I want to be fucked so rough neither of us can think straight. Animalistic, pure instinct. I want you to bury yourself as deep as you can when you come. Then I want you to stay there, plug me up, until you’re ready to go again. And I want you to fuck me with your cum still deep inside again and again and again and
PETER CLAFFEY as SER DUNCAN THE TALL A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms S01E01 - 'The Hedge Knight'
OSCAR ISAAC GQ 'Men of the Year' (2025)
It was a generous gesture for Dilton Doiley to remain home rather than accompanying his family in their northward excursion. Moose may have been semi-insistent that his littlest buddy did not need to stay homebound on his behalf, but he proved pleased to have the extra academic assistance on hand. IIt had become distressingly obvious to both the intellectually gifted and the academically challenged that the latter was in desperate need for decent tutoring if he hoped to come close to passing his physics test.
Moose was sitting semi-comfortably upon his bed with a collapsed pile of text books scattered between his legs and across the mattress - he may have been mistakenly reading a biology text book until his little bud had swapped it out for something a little more relevant. Maybe the bed wasn't the best place to focus, but Moose believed he did his best studying in bed and had been insistent that Dilton take the desk beside him since that was proper nerd territory.
How could Moose trust a tutor who wasn't thriving behind a desk?
But then maybe he had gone and gotten a little too comfortable. Laid out in only a tank top and some short shorts that were struggling to properly contain a prominent package swollen against the fabric. Exposed plump pectorals heaving with exaggerated breaths whenever he read something he didn't quite understand - so, a lot - as the thing straps of the top continually threatened to slip to the side and expose those dusky pink nipples.
"I dunno. The physics teacher? Feel like I've heard him say that a lot," Moose shrugged, his attention obviously having drifted away from his text book some minutes ago. Instead he was preoccupied with slumping over towards the desk and using a long-reaching arm to steal the round glasses from Dilton's face so he could peer through the thick lenses. "Or was it that Einstein dude? He does a lot of science stuff right? In the wheelchair?"
perhaps it had been dilton's fault to begin with. had he been the tutor to archie, veronica, or god forbid reggie, he would have insisted that they took a seat on his dining room table, organized all books and papers neatly around them, and picked them out one by one as they needed them. how any proper study session should be carried out. but it was moose, and dilton knew how challenging it was for his big buddy to focus and concentrate as it was. so, if the bed was of any aid to him, he would allow it. even if the ultimate choice did make the short genius sigh in resignation, different people learned in different ways. .
so dilton had his student in bed, limbs spread out, muscles flexing and tensing with every breath he drew in and out. those strong muscles which dilton could name by memory alone. oh, what he really wanted was to trace them with his fingers, with his tongue...
lustful thoughts were soon drawn to a hault though. did...did moose really not know who sir isaac newton was? and the einstein comment was too much to unpack in on itself. lips parted immediately to counter the athlete's answer when suddenly, said athlete had decided to get playful. he moved closer to dilton, his grand figure soon towered over the tutor. large fingers took away his glasses, probably not realizing that dilton was practically blind without them.
"moose, i..." dilton could have asked for the glasses back, or take them had moose not been a giant when standing right next to him. instead, however, the tutor pinched the bridge of his nose, getting his eyes used to the blur that now surrounded him. "i fear you might have lost focus on our session..." it was the best reasoning he could give without harming his friend's confidence. dilton would not give up on him, but he himself needed to get his mind out of the gutter and into his teachings. "would you rather us take a break for now? it has been over two hours, i believe." if only he could read his watch.
at this point, haeul was desperate. it’d been so long since he’d slept with anyone that he thought he was going to go insane if he didn’t get held down and railed soon. he’d tried going to bars but no one piqued his interest, so most nights he ended up alone trying to take care of things himself. but tonight, well, haeul knew tonight would be different.
after seeing the man in a ghost face costume as he scrolled grinder, haeul couldn’t help himself. before he knew it, he was unlocking his door so the stranger could come in and kill him while haeul ran towards the back door to escape. perhaps the doggy door wasn’t his best idea, he overestimated how big it was, so could do nothing but let the masked stranger do as he pleased with him. a loud moan left his lips as their cock filled him, slapping a hand over his mouth to muffle his noises. “f-fuck… please don’t kill me.” he pleaded, getting so into he idea that he started to tear up. @writtenmen
"ghostface" remained silent. dirty talk wasn't really neil's forte anyway, so he decided to take the silent murderer approach, and instead responded to his victim with a harsh slap to his ass. the heat of the stroke left neil's hand burning, his palm's mark printed in red on his hook up's skin. god, his ass was just perfect, round and tight where it mattered. his cock slipped in and out without mercy, hitting with one thrust after another. it had been so long since he last got to play so rough, and not even knowing what his host's face looked like just turned him on even more. the thrill of a good mystery.
balls slapped against each other, a hand moving down to hold his victim's erection. his fist wrapped around it, and moved at the same pace as his hips. not too fast, but firm and hard.
Harry knew he wasn't quiet in the slightest, nor was he being subtle about his arousal towards Sebastian. But who could blame him? An absolute beast of a man, the ultimate daddy figure, and someone that Harry could only dream of becoming when he grew older... who wouldn't be aroused at the sight of such a man naked before him? The young man hummed as he watched the older man sit up in the tub. There was nothing for the two of them to hide from each other, and it wasn't like the water was really hiding much for Sebastian anyways.
The young man only hummed as he moved to close the bathroom door, with the audible click of the lock filling the empty space between them. "You know, if you wanted to enjoy yourself in private, Mr. Aguirre, you could have always locked this," Harry teased as he turned his attention back towards the older man. "Don't tell me you were hoping for someone like me to stumble in on you worshipping yourself," he said softly as he began walking closer towards the bathtub.
"I was just looking for the bathroom, but I found a whole show instead. I wouldn't want you to stop on my account though, sir. It seemed like you were really enjoying yourself. And who am I to stop a man from having his pleasures?" Harry murmured as he finally reached the edge of the bathtub, eyeing Sebastian in his full nature.
"Or would you rather have some company to worship you instead? I'm sure there are some parts of you that you can't reach yourself... I would be more than happy to assist you, sir. You would only need to tell me what I can do to... help."
it seemed that there was no turning back. harry, he finally remembered, had invited himself in. the door locked behind him. sebastian could do nothing but stare in awe at the audacity the boy carried himself with, almost turned on by it. any other young man would've felt a miniscule amount of shame in his position, pretend to have some regret for spying on his friend's father while he pleasured himself in his personal bathroom. but harry, harry was just getting closer. with his cock hanging in front of him, plump lips framing his teeth in a wicked smile which sebastian just wanted to kiss.
harry continued talking, but sebastian's mind was elsewhere. he could remember the first time felipe presented him to his closest group of friends, harry amongst them. he did not think much of it back then, the way a responsible father should. but every time his son invited his friends over, harry would always stick out to him. what a handsome young man...and now he had him there, all to himself. the feeling was mutual, so why holding back?
"well," sebastian sighed, sitting up straight. "if you really are so willing to help, son, you can take off your shirt and join me in here. water's still hot."
The club owner hummed as he felt the other's thumb sliding over his lips. His brow raised at the confident remark, a sly smirk forming in place of his smile. "No charge? I must be a favorite of yours, then. With a face like yours, you should charge people double the usual rate," he teased. His words were sealed off with a firm kiss initiated by the other man. Ethan groaned lowly into the kiss, letting his arms fall down to wrap underneath Tae-Hyun's thighs. With a quick and sudden movement, the club owner hoisted the other man off the table and into his arms so that he could carry him up to his office.
"Why not both? The night is still young. I would think one place wouldn't be enough to satisfy both of us," Ethan chuckled as he began walking away with the shirtless stranger. He peppered him with soft and teasing kisses, making sure to let his tongue linger and swipe at Tae-Hyun's lips whenever he could. The owner didn't say much as they trekked upstairs to his office; he was preoccupied with kissing and carrying the other man to a quieter place. It wasn't until they were in his office with the door closed and locked that he could hear words again with relative ease.
"So, do I get to know a name to go with that pretty face of yours? I would have remembered seeing you dancing in my clubs before, but it seems we haven't had the chance to be properly introduced," Ethan hummed as he lay the other man on his couch. "But I take it you already know who I am, so that leaves me with a disadvantage."
tae-huyn couldn't tell when they left the club. lost in ethan's lips, he let himself be carried away, a moan escaping him as soon as his weight was taken by those massive arms. the thought of getting ethan out of that expensive suit was enough to make tae's legs tremble, lust making him lose any semblance of shame. the entire club had seen him being taken away, his friends included. and he didn't care, not when the owner's tongue had dominated his own, his hips grinding against those rock-hard abs. even when the kiss was broken, ethan's words were but a muffled noise. lips pressing themselves to his cheek, his jawline, his tied-up neck. any inch of dark skin tae-hyun could reach, he tasted.
the promise of a long and passionate night did bring tae back to reality for a moment. was he really going out with this absolute stranger? he could question his decisions further, but ethan's kisses made it hard to clear up his mind. to wake up next to that stallion of a man, it was nothing shorter than a dream come true. "you can take me anywhere," he giggled, hands moving over to get a grip of the tense biceps that held his weight up. "just as long as you're there with me. "
the arrival to the office was met with a sigh of relief. the music was gone, and with it so was the pounding on tae-hyun's head. his back arched as his bare skin hit the coldness of the couch. "ah, shit..." he let out with a gasp, and slowly allowed the shocking sensation to wear off. his body then relaxing on the chilling surface. "my name's tae-hyun park. it's my first time here...not the last one though, by the looks of it." his smile lit, eyes fixed on the man that towered over him. "but i can't really say i know you, i just assumed you were the owner or something...the way you talked to me, the authority...you're so fucking hot..."
Even with the three fingers spreading and fucking his tight hole, Jack could tell from the throbbing pole inside of Ezekiel's denim pants that it couldn't compare. He was certainly grateful he had put on a rather sudsy display to help loosen him up, but the frat boy knew that it was only a matter of time before the older man stopped holding back and claimed him as he pleased. And the mere thought of it aroused Jack to no end. His own swelling bulge, barely hidden beneath his skimpy outfit, showed just how true that thought was.
Jack groaned into the rough and all-devouring kisses as he felt Ezekiel finger him. Fuck, this man was everything he wanted. Rough, primal, dominant, and demanding. Jack could feel himself weak in the knees, eager to spread his legs for the other man to take what was always his all along. The young man purred into each kiss, sucking at the older man's tongue as he eyed the freed reward from the other's jeans. His mouth watered at the mere sight and whiff of Ezekiel's musk, and his eyes glazed over with need for that thick pipe to be rammed deep inside of him.
"P-Please... Please, daddy!" Jack whimpered as he felt the tip of Ezekiel's cock slipping into his tight hole. The boy trembled as he felt the older man's hands groping at his pecs. "I... I n-need you, sir. Please... b-breed me... Fill me, fuck me... dump all your seed in me until I'm bloated with your cum and i-it drips down my thighs," Jack begged. "Need all of it in this pretty, pink c-cunt I saved just for you. A-And then you could fuck my m-mouth, fuck these tits... Cum all over me again and a-again," he continued as his words slipped into needy whines.
"Want everyone to know I-I'm yours... To smell you on and inside of me..." he whimpered as his eyes rolled back at the idea of smelling the older man all over him. "Please... sir... your slut needs you..."
jack was an absolute dream. never in his life, not even in his prime, had ezekiel come across a man like the soaked stud underneath him. not only gorgeous, but so eager. so horny and willing to please. the tightness of his ass pulsed around the older man's fingers, but the three of them were stronger. they pushed back, stretched jack open, made sure he was ready for what was to come. he would need it, for zeke did not intend to have any mercy after all the teasing he had to endure for weeks.
the torture could have continued. ezekiel could keep himself out of jack, just rubbing the fat head of his member against the begging entrance. rubbing his length in between those fat cheeks until he drove the blond to the edge of cumming from frotting alone. but even if the gardener wouldn't admit it, he was just as needy for jack as jack was of him. he wanted to take the boy home, throw him to his bed and pound him every day until neither of them could move. kiss those lips, worship those muscles. he had barely gotten a taste of the youth, and now he could not satiate his hunger of him.
"my slut..." zeke echoed, his fingers sliding away from the heaving chest. those to his left moved down, past the chiselled abs. hooking themselves to the waistband of those provocative shorts. those to his right, gently wrapped around jack's throat instead. calloused digits traced his adam's apple before holding a grip around it. his lips ghosted over jack's, tongue sliding out to trace his bottom one. "yes. after today, this hole will belong to no one else, understood? you're only mine. only i get all of this."
with that said, he kissed jack once more, swallowing any noise he could make as his cock finally pushed in. buried down to the base before sliding back out, and slamming itself back in in a slow but ruthless rhythm.
oliver looks around, over his shoulders down the length of the street, as he walks up the path to the front porch of the familiar house. unsure as to why he finds himself nervous. he's a little too old to be trick-or-treating, but he isn't dressed up for the candy. his finger pushes against the doorbell, only a moment passing before he is greeted by the sight of a hulking ghostface, his cock twitching at the sight alone beneath the green speedo of his robin costume.
he is dragged inside, and within an instant of the front door opening, it is closed again and locked behind them. the superhero's sidekick ushered down the hall and onto his knees before the infamous serial killer. "not gonna ask me what's your favourite scary movie?" he teases, before craig's hard cock is presented to him, and he knows exactly what to do.
a cheeky grin cracks across his face before taking the throbbing head into his mouth, delicate hands wrapping around the shaft to stroke while his mouth gets started. a simple instruction has the tip slipping, slick with spit, from his mouth. he continues his strokes, while following instruction, pressing his tongue flat against the man's balls and lapping at them, moaning as the scent and taste overwhelm his senses.
olly's visit was unexpected, but never unwelcomed. especially not when he was dressed like that. the robin costume fit him like a glove, showing off his delicate figure in the best of ways. that tiny waist, those long thighs, and that round rear beautifully wrapped in pine green spandex. it would be a pity to stain such a nice set of thighs in cum, but that couldn't matter any less to craig as soon as he had closed the door and wrapped the beautiful sidekick in his arms, kissing those precious lips while his hands greedily groped the young man's body.
"there are a lot of better things i could be asking from you." craig chuckled. a large hand took his cock by the base, his tip smeared pre-cum across oliver's mouth from there, he allowed the freckled beauty to do as he pleased with it. craig knew the boy would not disappoint him, he never did.
with his bare ass pressed against the armrest of his couch, craig let out a deep groan as that tongue made its way down to his balls. their scent must have been strong, not having showered just yet. he intended to do it before bed, and hopefully olly would want to join him after they got done with the "trick-or-treating." bull hips moved to the rhythm olly set, pushing against that pretty face while his hand tangled its fingers on the golden locks. "that's it, good boy...now a little lower." sinking himself lower on his seat, craig opened up his legs, showing off a glimpse of a tight, hairy hole.
There was another possessive groan when the younger's ass pressed back against his cock. Traffic was good excuse would explain but not the limp brad was going to send him home with. He will say he hand't heard or seen anything it wasn't his place to comment on the other's sex life. He moaned into the kiss grabbing August's wrist leading the hand to his massive cock it need some attention too now. "Now that we got the figured out how about we figure out why your lips aren't wrapping around my cock." His smile was cocky as he pressed his cock into the other's hand with another groan.
even before august could get a proper feel on brad's cock, he could tell that it was massive. such a man couldn't have any less than a hung beast, and such thoughts were confirmed as soon as his hand was led down to brad's crotch. august moaning as he let his fingers drag across such a big erection. his ass clenched for a moment, unsure if he could take it. but he was not going back, not when he finally had the man of his dreams underneath him.
"that can be solved, very easily, sir." august smirked, scotting back and dragging down brad's boxers, letting out his cock with an amazed grin. it was perfect. his fingers moved down its length, getting a feel of those heavy balls. with his lips parted, his tongue then slipped out, its tip rolled around the pink head.
Oscar was no stranger to men wanting him - he was wealthy, attractive and his confidence was borderline shameless. Some men wanted him for his looks, his charm, his wealth or status and sometimes it was all the above and more. But what was far more uncommon was for Oscar to have the same want or desire for the men that chased or courted him. Some he'd enjoy, some he'd be annoyed by but there was typically a sense that they wanted him more then he wanted them. But not this time.
The man was not familiar to Oscar, he'd never seen him before and yet he was the most eye catching person at the whole party. Oscar had no idea who he was and he was certain he'd recognize him if he was part of this social circle. A mysterious, handsome man whose confidence was perhaps a rival to even Oscar himself. So they'd danced and laughed and gotten far too close to each other as wicked whispered promises were shared like they were the only two people in the entire world.
Going to bed with a mysterious man you've never met before or knew anything about was likely not the smartest move Oscar could of pulled or the safest. Yet here he was anyway, stripped of clothing and any logic. The man above him, large cock brushing against his hole - foreheads pressed together with such intense intimacy and heat between them. Then he felt the hand around his throat, eyes widening at the sensation and sudden jolt of fear and pleasure as those words rolled past the man's lips.
"You make a habit of this?" He managed to say with shaken breath, unsure what else to say as the clear sign of power was there - as if this man had claim not only over his hole but also his breath, his very life in this moment. Eyes widening and breath hitching as that cock began to sink in and he felt that hand tightening around his throat, choking the little prince whose beautiful eyes widening and lips parted.
the prince looked beautiful. even with the darkness engulfing them both, the faint light that managed to leak through the curtains was enough to bathe oscar's body in a hazy glow that made his sweating skin gleam in perfection. poseidon himself had to wonder whom he had to thank for such a find - aphrodite would be the most appropriate choice, perhaps, but it was not her whom he wanted to think of in that moment. not when the leaking tip of his cock was pushing its way into the tightness of the royal.
"a habit of what? taking handsome princes to bed and breeding them full?" his voice was but a whisper, breathing out a chuckle as his thumb rolled over the adam's apple of his precious lover. "would you like to know? or we can pretend i'm only yours tonight." to see those eyes widen as his grip on the throat tightened was an absolute delight, enough to make his cock throb against oscar. the member sunk deeper and deeper into him, a very slow push. the parted lips were but an invitation to the god, his tongue sliding in between them and seeking to taste the prince some more. swallowing any pant or moan that could come from him as poseidon's balls finally pressed against that perfect ass. hips rolled slowly, allowing the long erection to get comfortable within the warmth of oscar's insides.
For a moment, Percy wasn't sure what to do. This had crossed his mind so many times when he was alone and touching himself, but Poseidon actually kissing him had never even occurred to him as a real option. Yet, here he was now kissing him and caressing his ass. A forbidden moment that seemed to cement himself as the god's favorite.
Percy slid his tongue against his father's, tasting the saltiness on his tongue and the warmth that had him dreading when this kiss would end, his father's words ringing in his ears, telling him to do anything that he wanted. It was almost too much for the demigod and not enough at the same time.
"I have dreamt of being claimed by you, Dad. Being your favorite. The true prince of Atlantis," said Percy, moving his hand down his dad's strong body and resting on his crotch, palming slowly, "I want you to take what you want from me as well. I want you to claim me. Let all of Olympus and Atlantis know how special I am to you, Dad."
amongst the gods, there were no boundaries when it came to...familial love. brothers and sisters, cousins, it had always been a tangled web of affairs that could seem preposterous to the modern eyes, but to them it came like second nature. so what should ever stop poseidon from sharing some of his love and lust with his most beautiful son? not only beautiful, but courageous and strong. percy was the embodiment of what a classic hero should be, and it made poseidon want him even more. love him even more.
one hand soon followed another, poseidon giving both of percy's cheeks a tight squeeze, eager to taste what was hidden in between them. the kiss was broken, poseidon's lips moving down to kiss and suck on the boy's tanned neck. the warmth of his skin, its taste of salt and sea, it made the god get harder the more he indulged in what his son had to offer.
"the dreaming is over, my boy, daddy's here now. all yours." he whispered on his ear, the tip of the tongue sliding over the earshell while an index finger began to trace circles around the demigod's tight entrance. "all of olympus shall know that percy jackson is my pride, my true prince."
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however milo managed to snag himself a man like dante, he couldn't tell. he admired him as an author already, but it wasn't until a fateful book signing that he realized just how hot the man behind the pages was. and so, milo stood proudly between his idol's legs, showing off his bare figure for the other to admire.
"oh really? well, this attractive young man can do much more than posing for you. i'm sure you'll figure that out by the end of the night." the blond shamelessly winked, hands tracing his own stomach and chest as they made all their way to the back of his head, showing off his armpits. both covered with a patch of golden hair each, matching that which crowned his head.
dante's hands were curious, and milo allowed them to be so with a hum of pleasure. then a gasp, as the fingers were replaced with those warm lips. so close to his pits, it made the young journalist twitch within his pants. he could have taken them off, but he instead eyed those of dante. "perhaps we can do both. i take off more clothes, but you have to take off whatever i do. starting with that shirt."
@realbcys
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there was nothing easier than styling a pretty white boy. and sean was as pretty as they got. tall, slim, handsome, a boyish face yet hung like a horse. and even then, it was clear that what sean truly enjoyed was taking it rather than giving, and andré could not resist giving him everything. such a perfect ass couldn't be turned down. he always tried to keep it professional, but before he knew it, he had that gorgeous twink bent down on his bed. cheeks spread open, with the stylist's cock dragging itself across the crack. its leaking tip soaking the tight entrance wet.
"you like that, baby?" he whispered over his ear, chest pressed against sean's back as he let his hips repeat the motion. even teasing sean's balls with the tip after sliding past his taint. the boy was a mess, but ándre was confident in his abilities. he'd get him ready on time for his red carpet, but not before he bred him full. "thought you'd get away with teasing me with this fat ass, right?" a hand tilted the sean's head back, claiming his lips in a heated kiss while he continued to rub himself against his hole.
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