#gaysmut

Hello! I have decided to start taking requests for fanfiction.

Fandoms (there's more, just request, if I know it ill do it.)

Creepypasta/marble hornets,

Blush blush/crush crush/ hush hush,

The freak circus,

No, im not a human,

Palia,

Sally face,

Deathnote.

Some "specialities"?????:

Cakeverse (Oh, how i love cannibalism as a metaphor for adoration and love),

Vampirism,

Strangely gross hypotheticals,

Realistic yearning and pining,

Angst and hatred.

Some things of note:

This is mostly for smut, cus i dunno, but also angst and fluff.

If its X reader the reader will likely be gender neutral or male unless stated otherwise.

I WILL not be doing any extreme age gaps if the younger person is under 25, I find it kinda weird. (Some exceptions if its a species where aging is different like vampires and junk.)

I will probably force most characters to be alt, I dunno, my brain just does that.

I suck at trigger warnings, please tell me if I miss something.

DO NOT HARASS PEOPLE FOR REQUESTING ON PUBLIC ACCS, IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT.

That's It!!!!!!!!!

CLOSE QUARTERS

A BLACK eight-inch dildo nestled between two folded sweaters greeted me when I pulled out handfuls of shirts and jeans from my suitcase.

“Oh, fuck.” I put the clothes on the bed and took the veiny silicone replica. “I shouldn’t have brought this.”

It was a great idea when I thought I was getting my own room. They should’ve informed me earlier there were no more singles available anymore.

I scanned around while kneeling next to my bed for the semester.

Two twin beds sat on opposite ends of the small dorm room. Two desks separated them under a single large window with a view of the campus quad. Two closets stood at the foot of the beds near the door.

On the right side, posters of famous rappers hung on the wall and a dark blue comforter covered the bed below.

Where can I hide this? The desk drawer is a stupid idea. And if my roommate is like my previous one, he could go into my closet to borrow shirts without telling me. So, that’s not a good idea either.

The door swung open.

“Hey, Bro. You must be my roommate.”

Panic came over me.

Shit!

I tucked the dildo under the mattress and got up to meet the unexpected company. “Uh, yeah.”

A black guy about 6’3” greeted me with a big smile and a firm handshake, exuding confidence and energy. “I’m Timothy. What’s your name?”

“Nicholas. Good to meet you, man.” I tried to match his enthusiasm.

His white, short-sleeved compression shirt hugged him tight like a second skin. From broad shoulders tapering down to a slim waist, the material defined every shape and curve of his upper body. Below the waist, the front of his sweat shorts hinted at a big package.

Whoa, he’s hot…and hung!

**-----------Tom’s POV------------**

The bass of the club pulsed through the room, a relentless repetitive beat that assaulted me anywhere I went, sending vibrations across my body. I looked around to see the banners strung across the gaudy club, the crowds of overdressed hangers on. Everywhere I looked I saw her name written there.

'Celeste'

The latest wanna be pop star the studio had started to support. People loved her, she was beautiful, blonde, tall, confident - didn't matter if she could sing or not. 

*Great tits with a side of auto tune.* 

I looked across at Dillon leaning beside me at the bar. Fuck he looked hot, 16 stone of muscle, fitted into a lazy checked shirt and jeans, dressed as if he was heading down to his local rather than one of the biggest nights of the industry. He had opted not to join with champagne or cocktail, a pint firmly in his hand.

I followed his gaze to the middle of the club. He stared at her like a starving man would a sandwich. Celeste may have been the centre of attention of everyone tonight, but I had a suspicion that Dillon would be the one that caught her interest.

I patted him on the shoulder, 'Good luck.'

He gave me the finger, downing his pint, 'Who the fuck needs luck.'

I laughed watching him walk through the crowd to her, stepping in front of a couple of other well-dressed guys trying to chat her up, confidently leaning in to speak to her. 

The three guys in suits looked like they might protest, but Dillon was a giant – the three of them stacked together might make up the same weight as him. I watched their minds work, as they thought better and headed for easier prey.  A minute later Celeste and Dillon were alone, and she was laughing at his jokes, rubbing her hands up his arm playfully.

Dillon was a legend; I was always glad we didn't play in the same pool - I didn't know if I'd get anything but the scraps.

I downed my own drink and started heading to the bathroom. One of the studio producers, Amanda, a stuck up busy body always trying to change what we tried to do started to come over to me, but I waved past her. I couldn’t be arsed pretending to be civil today.

I opened the door to the bathroom to find it empty as I headed to the urinal, unzipping my fly and letting out the many drinks I had taken since we got here, enjoying the break from the shit music outside. A second later the door opened. I turned to see who it was, and saw Liam staggering in, looking like he had quite a few drinks.

He walked behind me as I finished, shaking the last drips off my dick. His hands went around me, rubbing up the soft grey t-shirt I had on.

'You’re drunk,” I laughed, “Anybody can come in.'

'Yeah, but this party is shit.' he reached lower, starting to stroke my soft cock which started to immediately grow at his attention, 'I watched you walk in here, fuck your ass looks great in those jeans. So, you better get that ass in the stall right fuckin now and take them down.'

'Okay, but you better make it good.' I grinned.

'When do I ever not?” he asked, giving my dick one last gentle squeeze. He ushered me to the cubicles, walking me my hard out to the first of the stalls, locking the door behind him as he sidled up behind me.

As soon as the door closed his hands were over me, rubbing my body as he kissed the back of my necks. Then he grabbed my shoulder, forcing me down over the toiled. I grabbed onto the wall nfor balance as he pulled down my jeans,

“God Tom, your ass is perfect.” His fingers rubbed down my crack, before I felt his crotch rubbing against me, the cotton of his jeans against my bare skin.

“Yeah, you like it.” I teased.

I heard his fly unzip as his own jeans came down, his hard dick probing at my hole. “Can you feel how fucking hard I am for it, fuck it’s a work of art.” His fingers separated my cheeks as I felt him push in, slowly giving me his whole length.

He waited for a minute, letting me get used to his length when the bathroom door opened. A second later I heard a woman giggling. Then I heard a man's voice.

'Fuck, I can't wait to get you squealing.' a loud smack filled the room, as the cubicle beside us opened, the door slamming closed once they were in.

It was Dillon. “*Looked like he had bagged his singer*.”

A minute later she started squealing beside us. I tried not to laugh as Tom pumped slowly into me. I bit my lip to keep quiet and stop giggling.

 Liam had other ideas.

'That you Dillon?' he called out to the other stall, knocking the connecting wall hard with his fist.

'Fuck Tom, yeah. I've a thick slut who couldn't wait to get my cock.' a smack and squeal punctuated his statement, as her voice went back to a monotonous moan.

'Same here,' Tom laughed, 'they were gagging for it all fucking night, teasing me I couldn’t wait to give it to them.' Liam started thrusting faster, spanking me as I moaned. I had to cover my mouth so Celeste wouldn't work out it was a man in there with him.

'Fucking knew you couldn't go a night without getting your load in them.' Dillon laughed, the stall beside filled with meaty slaps and moans still.

'Yeah,' Tom continued, panting 'Their ass is just perfect, god, every time I cum in it I just want to again.' I felt my face blush. Somehow getting my ass complimented to Dillon was fucking embarrassing.

Celeste started moaning again. 'Fuck your cock feels so big inside me.'

'Yeah, that’s it, take it babe.' Dillon said, sounding almost bored. 'But their ass is that good.” He continued asking Liam, his voice picking up in excitement.

'Fuck yeah, it's so fucking tight around my dick. And God, they take it so well, I can fuck them as hard as I want, and they just beg for more. Maybe one day you can find out.' He punctuated this with another few heavier thrusts, almost sending me sprawling.

'Yeah.' Dillon sounded unsure, 'Maybe.'

Liam continued thrusting into me the next few minutes, each time expertly hitting me in all the right places.

'Fuck,' Liam started grunting, ' I can't wait to watch you out there, knowing how my loads in your ass all the while when you’re talking to everyone that I’m dripping out of you.'

I reached for my dick, starting to jerk myself off, biting my lip so I didn't moan out his name.

A minute later my stomach tighten, as I started shooting my load onto the toilet seat.

Tom started banging on the wall beside him. 'Fuck yeah, this is it Dillon. Fuck I'm coming.'

“Go for it, breed that slut.' Dillon encouraged, laughing.

He gave me two last meaty thrusts before he unloaded in me, waiting until he had finished filling me. Liam pulled out, lifting my mouth to his, kissing me, leaning into my ear.

'I fucking love you.' he whispered. He turned opening the stall door, as we both walked back into the club, closing the door on Celeste's moans.

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