Nov 1, 2025
' nothing beats better than a good bath in the lake after tearing the guts of poor school boy.'
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' nothing beats better than a good bath in the lake after tearing the guts of poor school boy.'
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open to: f (trans/nb always welcome) muse: aaron (fc: joe keery) plot: aaron comes home after a long day from work and notices his roommate isn't home (or so he thinks). needing some relief, he sits down on the couch and starts pleasuring himself out in the open.
"anyone home?" aaron called out, looking into the empty living room, kitchen and hallway. he noticed their door was slightly ajar, but with no response, he figured he had the place to himself. he walked over to the couch and sat down on it, breathing a sigh of relief as he did so. he unbuttoned his pants and took them off, leaving just his boxers on. then he reached beneath them and started to slowly stroke himself. his head leaned back against the couch, eyes closing as he slipped out a soft moan, getting lost in the feeling.
open to: f/nb muses
plot + connection ideas: this plot.
the sun was beginning to set and he found himself where he usually ended up, on the room of their apartment building. peter sat there, motionless, until sun sank and the stars came alive - silently making his way to the fire escape by their place. a change in him recently, new abilities - new threats - and new emotions. darker, obsessive. their apartment was unusually dark but he could see them perfectly, their body silhouetted in the soft glow of a lamp, it made something stir inside him. seeing them so ... vulnerable. beneath his mask eyes shifted, turning to pools of black.
βHm? Oh-β¦β Simba hesitated. He was still getting used to things a king should say, not just anyone. Living with Timon and Pumbaa for so long was great, but it hadnβt done him any favors when it came to acting royal.
βGood afternoon,β he greeted the other with a polite smile. βMay I help you? Or are you just, uh, here to chatβ¦?β
Oh, man- that one felt awkward.
ββ¦I dunno if thatβs the safest thing to do, butβ¦β The pup offered a nervous smile, his tail sinking a little. βA-at least Iβm here if something happens!β
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"I've been told."
"That I put the hot... In hot mess."
Is this their pick-up line? The only thing anyone's likely to give them for this kinda performance... are thoughts and prayers.
open to: male tops scenario: atlas, and a handful of other heroes, were invited by the city to take part in a press conference where they would be given an honorary key to the city as a way to thank them, and their teams, for all their work protecting them... but Atlas never made it to the stage. Y/M intercepted him in the facilities bathroom and has him otherwise occupied; could be a fan, another super, a villain out of costume, a security guard for the event, reporter, etc.
They should have sent Mimic, he was better with press in general and everyone seemed to love him, but no the city wanted either Atlas or Armory because of their established history as heroes; because they were well seasoned; veterans. None of that really mattered now, though, because Atlas could hear the crowd's roaring applause outside; the event carrying on without him.
Still wearing the mask over his eyes, and his tactical vest, Atlas looked like a parody of himself; his pants, and boots, long abandoned on the bathroom floor as he was folded over one the toilets; his knees pushed towards his chest as his massive broad shoulders and thick, tree-trunk like arms struggled to fit within the thin walls of the stall as the man with him remained in place between his legs; looking down at Atlas with an almost smug grin as he pushed into the older hero.
"Fuck," Atlas groaned, the sound heavy under his breath, "B-better than an autograph, right?"
