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boysofcharm​:

There was a bark of laughter at the comment about brainwashing him as he slowly sauntered closer to the cornered hero. “Oh is that what you think I’m going to do, take control of your mind?” He taunted with a smirk as he reached out as if to grab his throat again but instead just went for his hair, tangling his fingers in his hair and sliding his large hand down the back of his neck as he pressed his knee between those thick thighs and Elliot’s crotch. Leaning in close, head down so their lips were so close as he spoke with a smirk against them. “I don’t need to brake your brain in order for you to become my sidekick boy, even a second of seeing you and its clear what’ll make you switch sides” He smirked, catching those lips in a deep and dirty kiss as he kept Elliot pinned to the wall. His other hand slowly squeezing that thick chest of the young hero and sliding further down his body and teasing him as he broke the kiss. “Let me show you why it’s so much more fun to be bad, you want that little hero?”

He looked at the other a little confused. He might have said something, but TItan’s hand was in his hair grabbing the strands as his knee pressed between his legs. He groaned lightly looking at him. “What -” he’s cut off with lips pressed against his and although he would like to say he didn’t kiss him back, Elliot couldn’t help react to the presence of lips against his. He hummed against Owen’s lips as he squeezed his chest. Embarrassingly, he felt a growth in his pants that he would otherwise want to deny but he’s not naive enough to think Owen didn’t feel him getting excited. He took a breath as the other pulled away. He nodded at the question - didn’t even mean to but there he was agreeing to experience what the other was offering. “Yes,” he said breathlessly, “yes I would like that.” It didn’t mean he would go to the dark side, it just meant he was curious to see what the other could do. Yea, that was it. He’s just curious. 

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boysofcharm​:

Cute, the boy still had bite even in the midst of his defeat. “Awfully eager to die are we boy?” He smirked, pushing his foot into the other’s side and forcing him to roll over onto his back so ‘Spark’ as he was apparently called could see Titan looming over him with that smirk of triumph on his face knowing he had all the power and all the control right now to do whatever he wanted. His foot moving to push against the hero’s neck, cutting off his air after his remark about being a predictable villain who killed the hero and for a few moments he just let the other struggle and squirm and think this was the end before he removed his foot and reached down to grab him by the hair and force him up before pushing him into the wall. “Well come on boy, what should I do with you instead? What use do I have for a defeated hero? Such a quick tongue you have, surely you can come up with something fast.”

He gasped as he was flipped over. Looking up at Titan it seemed strange that he looked so...not like a huge monster. Fuck he wasn’t supposed to find the villain attractive! He didn’t have much time to think on that though as his boot pressed against his neck. His hands gripped his foot squirming and struggling for air. Honestly he thought this was the end of him until he was released and then pulled to his feet by his hair. “Ahh! OW!” He huffed as he stood against the wall back pressed to the brick. “Well, don’t want to be predictable I suppose. Every villain goes for the kill shot. None of the villain’s go for the brainwash the hero into being a villain sidekick.” Did he want to be a villain sidekick? No. But he also very much didn’t want to be dead. “So what are you going to do - be typical or think outside the box?”

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boysofcharm​:

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“I do love when a new, young hero gets too much of an ego and thinks they can play with real men” Owen smirked, looming over the fallen figure of the latest hero to challenge him. Owen (also known as the Titan) was standing in an alleyway with the young hero on the ground, on his stomach and overpowered and defeated with one large foot pressed against his back to keep him pinned to the ground and unable to move as he just admired the sight of the rather muscular, delightful sight of the hero in question. “Now what’s your name little boy, hm? What hero name did you come up with that made you think you could take on me?” He questioned, head tilted and snapped his fingers. “Look at me hero boy, come on. Look at your betters when they’re talking to you.”

He might have over estimated his ability to handle himself against Titan -just a little. He struggled to move being pinned down with his foot on his back. He had put up a good fight - though admittedly this was his first solo adventure. His mentor would be so ashamed of him. He rolled his eyes as the other asked him for his hero name and then demanded he look at him. “I can’t look at you if I’m pinned on my stomach. C’mon Titan, they said you were smart.” If his strength and speed weren’t enough to take on Titan his sarcastic remarks would make up for it. “Not that you deserve to hear it, but Spark.” His first real power had been shooting sparks that started a fire upstate but he wasn’t going to bring up that incident. “Now what? Gonna kill me? Be like every other predictable villain?”

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sweetsurrcnder​:

muse: Nicholas (35) open to: m /f / nb scenario: Nicholas and your muse are getting ready for a Ha.lloween party with likeminded people, either at a k*nk-related club or a house party. He picked out their outfit and they may be a little embarrassed about it (for what reason/what the costume entails is up to you).

“Baby?” Nick called down the hall, adjusting the sleeve of his button-down. “We gotta get going in the next couple minutes, or we’re gonna be late.” He himself was dressed in a pair of well-tailored black dress pants and an equally fitted black button-down. A bit boring, perhaps, but the point of the event was for the do.minants to dress up their sub.missives. When silence continued to greet him from down the hall, except for maybe a little bit of quiet shuffling, one of Nick’s eyebrows went up. “Babydoll, do you need Daddy’s help getting your costume on?” He headed down the hallway, peeking his head around the door without announcing himself. The costume still laid on the bed. Disturbed, as though it had been examined, but not worn. “Is there something wrong with the costume Daddy went to the trouble of getting for you?” he asked, giving them a chance to correct themselves.

It wasn’t that she was embarrassed...well, no, it was precisely that she was embarrassed. The costume was cute, sure, an actual babydoll outfit but with one very specific piece that had her flushed with nerves. She looked at him as he asked if she needed help and then if something was wrong. “No, Daddy, it’s just...” she bit her lip and looked back at the diaper waiting for her. “Daddy people will see it and that’s embarrassing and I don’t know if it’s necessary for the outfit per say.” It was a cute outfit - a nice babydoll dress, a bow for her hair, and stockings she figured would reach her knees. She would look just like a pretty babydoll just for Daddy. “What if I wore my cute panties instead? It’ll still look nice!”

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SILAS - moodboard 

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boysofcharm​:

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So Peter was pretty sure he wasn’t going crazy. Everyone on campus knew Elliot and Liam were a thing, the two of them were pretty handy at times and flirty and clearly more than just friends and normally Peter wouldn’t think anything of it other than the fact it was nice to see two guys openly being in a relationship. But more so Peter was almost positive that the two of them were looking at him in less than platonic ways these days. 

At first it was Elliot who seemed to have a cheeky grin or wink at Peter every now and then and he could swear he was checking him out. He was a little alarmed at the prospect that Elliot was unfaithful until he saw Liam doing similar things towards him and suddenly Peter was even more confused and flustered. But it all came to a head one day when he was in the library working away when he saw the pair of them coming up to him which honestly made Peter’s entire body fill with nerves.

“Uh, hey…guys.”

Honestly the flirting had started out more as a game than as something the two of them had planned to entertain. A bit of foreplay, if you will, between Elliot and Liam when one would make steamy eyes at Peter and the other would take him home and remind him exactly who he belonged to. And somewhere along the way the foreplay had bled into the idea that maybe, just maybe, the addition of a third wouldn’t be such a terrible idea. Naturally they tried more conventional ways to introduce a third - dating apps and meeting at clubs - but those only seemed to last the night and nothing ever came from it. And still there was that itch for the small twink that hadn’t been achieved yet. 

Finally things came to a head - both men flirting with Peter on their own time until now - by a chance meeting at the library. Elliot had started towards him first. A natural extrovert, Elliot always seemed to know how to walk up to new people and start a conversation. Liam trailed slightly behind him. Elliot smirked as he slinked up next to Peter and leaned against the table next to Peter. “Hey, you’re in my Spanish class, right?” Start off slow and work up, that was Lee’s plan. “I bet you’d be a fun study partner,” he added as Liam finally made his way over to them. He smirked and leaned down to whisper in his ear, “y para otras cosas tambien.” 

Liam shook his head and looked at Peter, “forgive him, he gets corny when he’s a little...horny.” He leaned on the other side of Peter easily trapping him between the two of them. “So, Peter, I noticed you’ve been flirting with my guy. And me, that’s a bit fishy don’t you think? Hmm? Seems you have desires, don’t you? Care to share with the class?”

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lovecrazyboys​:

Jovanni was here to punish his neighbor, and show him who was in charge. He’d do his best to keep Jasper from getting hurt, though. The young top now considered the tall slut his property, and Jovanni took care of his property. He paused silently for a moment, after the first smack. Deciding that he’d very much like to hear Jasper speak again. So he moved over and pulled the gag off him. “You’re in the perfect position to cockwarm me with your mouth.” He stated matter-of-factly, holding up the slut’s face by his hair. “Maybe later I’ll make you do it for hours. For now, when master spanks you, I wanna hear you count it off. Start from zero.” He moved over and spanked him harder this time. He was trying to bring out some color on the whore’s ass. 

He looked up at Jovanni as he stepped in front of him and felt almost a moan creep across his face at the mention of cockwarming the other. He looked at him - head being held up by his hair - and listened to his orders. He nodded and whined out a moan as he was spanked. Was Jovanni hitting him harder? The sting made him think so. “One,” he counted. He hated how obedient the other seemed to have made him in a matter of what felt like minutes. How long had he been here? He wasn’t sure. What he was sure of was that he was turned on by this treatment in a way he never thought possible. And Jovanni was his master - though he wasn’t entirely sure what that would entail. He was hoping the other wasn’t joking about having him cock warm him. 

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firmwords​:

MUSE.      james logan whitman . 25 . nolan gerard funk fc OPEN TO. males, closeted queer men, s*bmissive, bottom PREMISE. your muse and james have had s*x a few times before, and even engaged in some d-s elements without going in too deep, but every morning, your muse leaves before he wakes up because they are still in the closet even to themselves.

“I know why you’re here, do you?” James looked up from his papers as he put his pen down. It was a late Friday night and he’d been working in his home office for a few hours now. As he stared at the boy in front of him, his thick lips strained in a tight line, his eyes serious. “Are you ready to say it out loud, or are we still pretending this is not what you are looking for?” They’d had this conversation before. They’d met at a gay bar, and James had immediately been drawn to him. He’d taken him home after about twenty minutes of talk, and it’d been his best decision in a good while. But the next morning, he’d woken up to an empty bed, and called to find a boy in denial and pretending it had never happened. James had then realized he’d probably been the first man the other had ever slept with. It’d happened again twice since, and just when he’d stopped calling, here he was, standing at his door, looking at him as though he had everything he’d ever wanted. He glanced down at his papers again, giving the boy a moment’s relief of his gaze, and pretending to ignore him for a moment, before saying, “I mean every one of my words, which means I meant what I said last time. You are not getting what you want from me, unless you ask for it.”

He fiddled with his fingers as he looked at James hearing what he thought was disappointment in his voice. Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was just a matter of fact statement. James knew why he was here. James seemed to know everything. He knew how to make him feel good, knew the right words to say to make everything calm and relaxed in his head. James knew how to get Jamie out of his head and live in the moment. And Jamie craved that in a way he never wanted to admit. But what’s more, James knew how to make Jamie feel so good all over in a way that he never felt when he was with a woman. He bit his lip as he looked at him and then slipped his eyes back down to the floor. 

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I’m sorry for leaving last time and, um, the times before that. I know now that um...that it wasn’t good for me to do.” He sighed softly. “I won’t do it again. And, um...being with you it��s what I want. I know that now. I know that coming home with you that night was the best thing I’ve done for myself and...please, please don’t send me away. Please give me one more chance. I won’t leave again, I promise. I just want to be here and with you. I won’t deny this again. I’m sorry.”

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boysofcharm​:

“Hmm, or maybe I’ll let you catch him entirely and put on a show for me” He murmured, a coy little smile on his lips as his eyes locked with Charlie with a knowing smile on his lips and a gleam in his eyes. Kissing his lips again quickly and smiling as he saw the way he seemed surprised and eager at the knowledge he was going to have his fun. “Mm, you are my guest - so yes I think I will let you and I can’t disagree with that, he looks like he’d look wonderful at the end of your cock, you were always his favourite Professor after all” He hummed, eyes drifting to Hudson who he reached out and grasped by the rope and dragged closer by the ropes. 

“Hush now, you know you have always dreamed of attention like this little one and all you have to be is a good, good boy and you’ll be treated well. But you also know you need to learn your place before you can be freed at all” He murmured, grasping his jawline. “You can’t deny the countless orgasms you’ve had, how much you adore this really. Just stop fighting this.”

Now there was an idea he enjoyed. “Oh, that would be enjoyable. I think that would be a fun show for the both of us.” He smirked hearing Ethan agree with him. He really was going to look good with his cock stuffed in the boy. “Oh, I am? That’s going to make this all the more enjoyable, Hudson,” his eyes looked to the boy and watched Ethan pull him out. He was glorious tied up and unable to get away. He supposed if he were in his shoes he would feel just as afraid and anxious as the boy seemed to be. Watching Ethan scold the boy and remind him of all the orgasms he’d had already was a nice turn on for him. “Hmm, Ethan how you speak to him is delightful. I’m sure he craves hearing you tell him of his place.” He couldn’t help himself, he leaned in to kiss the man once again feeling his desire grow every time Ethan spoke. “You know, I think he would look just amazing with my cock in his ass and yours down his throat.” His hand moved to grip Hudson’s hair tight in his grip.

Hudson gasped as he was yanked forward and looked at Ethan as he grabbed his face holding him there. “No, no, please. Please. My-my family will be worried. I have to go to class. What will my other teachers say?!” He looked between the two of them, flushed with embarrassment. “If I am good will you let me go?” He winced as Professor Wilde gripped his hair and looked helplessly between the two of them. “Please? I’ll be good.”

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shawn mendes for CALM.

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offantasies​:

“I’ll see you in the morning, doll. Be good.” Not that she had much she could get up to, the cage not big enough for her to do anything but lay there, all too aware of the way her holes were stuffed tight, letting the bruises from her whipping and his grip on her thighs as he’d fucked her cunt hours ago all settling in, the soreness from how she’d been bent in half and tied up. And of course, the camera was running, a life stream that went through the night of the newest doll, put away like the real thing, back into her box and waiting to be played with again. 

The next morning, Jack woke up, showered, and still naked, he crouched down to undo the latch on the doll’s cage and stood back up. “Crawl out,” he ordered. “Every morning as a doll, it is your job to suck your master’s cock. Do a good job, and the rest of your day will be much more favorable. Fail to impress, and you will learn earlier than expected what your next punishment will be.” 

She shifted around slightly as he said he’d see her in the morning. All she could do was think about how she’d gotten here. The feeling of him touching her, whipping her, and the treatment she’d had so far. She whimpered as every slight movement reminded her of her ass and cunt being filled with large dildos. it was a lot to take in and with the addition of cameras and knowing about them she found it very difficult to fall asleep. She must have though because the next thing she knew he was opening the door to the cage.  She crawled out on command and listened to him talk about her job in the morning. She came to her knees looking up at him a slight grimace as the reminder of the two dildos caught her a little off guard. But she nodded and went straight to licking his cock slowly up and down before opening her mouth to take him in. She started first at his tip just barely letting him into her mouth before she started taking a little more at a time. Every time she came up she tried to take a little more of him in as she bobbed back down. She hoped she was doing a good job. 

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TYLER HOECHLIN as Clark Kent in Superman and Lois | 1.11

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offantasies​:

Jack ran his hands up Aria’s spread thighs, back and forth, massaging slightly, until finally running his thumb over and then into her spread asshole. “Good girls get rewarded,” he told her. “Good girls get fucked.” He spit in her ass and added another finger, pumping them slowly, rhythmically in and out of her hole. “Good girls get cock. They get orgasms. They get to sleep in bed with their masters.” Jack pulled out his fingers and leaned over to the tools by the bed, coming back with a large dildo, not as large as his cock, but much larger than fingers. “You will sleep with this instead.” He pushed the dildo inside, inch by inch, working into her hole, until soon only the large base was poking out between her cheeks. “And for this hole…” He grabbed another, much larger dildo and began to work it into her cunt. The shape, however, was specifically made so it didn’t touch her g-spot on the inside and had no place to touch her clit on the outside. She would be left full, but not satisfied. With that, he unbound her from her uncomfortable position and helped her to her feet, giving her a moment to stretch her legs, before he led her toward the cage on the floor. “You will sleep in the cage tonight. I want you to spend the night thinking of ways you can prove to me tomorrow that you’re a good girl who deserves to be fucked.” He turned her to face him and, cupping her cheek in one hand, kissed her softly on the lips. “You’re still my favorite. But you must earn that position. You understand?”

His hands on her skin felt like electricity. Beautiful and desired. She nodded as he spoke. It was like she was in class - though she supposed she kind of was. The way he spoke, though, was so melodic it lulled her a bit. Her eyes widened as he pulled out the large dildo stating she would wear it to bed. How was she ever supposed to sleep with that inside of her? She almost started to complain, but swallowed her whines. She was a good girl. She would earn his cock. He was training her and she would be the best damn student he ever had. She moaned as he pushed the dildo slowly but surly into her ass. She bit her lip as he leaned over and grabbed another one. It looked even bigger than the first. She moaned as a shiver ran through her body as he slid it into her cunt. She was full, certainly, but nothing seemed to be giving her any satisfaction. Just fullness. There is relief though soon after as he undoes her from the bed and lets her stand up. It feels weird to feel so full and yet so empty. She moved around slowly and looked at him before following him to the cage. She nodded as he gave her instructions. She smiled though at his gentle hands and words. “Yes, sir.” She eased herself into the cage whimpered softly as the strange feeling of the two dildos caught up with her. It was going to be an interesting night. 

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lovecrazyboys​:

“Don’t worry, slut. I’m going to give you plenty of what you like.” The young dom stood up, looking out the window for a moment. Until someone passed, and Jovanni waved enthusiastically. He didn’t pay enough attention to see if they had seen the tied up slut in the back. Probably not, since Jasper was still struggling on the floor. He grinned, and soon pulled Jasper up to his feet, by the whore’s hips. He pressed his hard bulge against Jasper’s waxed up ass. The whore was forced to stand, legs pulled apart, arms still bound together behind him, his body bent over. He waited until he was sure that Jasper had found his balance in this new position. “Stay like that.” He ordered, then moved to bring the couch cushions to the floor in front of the new fuck toy. In case Jasper happened to fall. “Now,” He smirked, pulling off his belt loud enough to hear it whip. “I don’t have my crop today, but like I said, we’re improvising.” He walked around to Jasper’s ass and sent the first smack. 

He groaned as Jovanni stood him up. The feel of the other’s bulge against his ass made him want the other while feeling ashamed for having such desire. He bent over when moved that way. It took him a moment to steady himself and find as much balance as he could. He did notice that he put some pillows and cushions in front of him. He supposed Jovanni would be upset if he actually hurt and damaged him. How considerate. He panted as he heard the whip of his belt. He shook his head, whining pleas through his gag. The first smack sent shock waves through his. He groaned, eyes closing for a moment. He wavered forward for a second but came back to where he stood. He tried to look back at Jovanni - see if he could predict the next smack. Maybe that would make it better? Though it’s getting more and more difficult to deny he’s really turned on by this treatment. 

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offantasies​:

Jack ignored her for now, but he had heard her plea, heard her speaking without permission. “Three fingers,” he said instead, his focus still on the girl he was currently fucking. The girl fingering Aria’s ass added a third thin finger, the width of all three pumping into her hole still not as thick as Jack’s cock, but certainly adding to the stretch. Soon, the cries of the girl on his lap filled the room as she came, her head thrown back in pleasure, cuming so hard after being pent up so long, that she squirted all over his cock. He fucked her through the aftershocks then had her get off his lap and lick her mess off him. He came down her throat, and with cum still dripping down the corners of her lips, he ordered her off the bed and to head home. The girl grabbed her robe off the floor, covering herself once more. “Remember your homework,” Jack said. “Edge yourself every night before you fall asleep with the dildo I got you.” She nodded and left. Jack finally turned his attention back to Aria and the girl opening her up. “You can go home too,” he said to the other Doll. “Remember to send pictures of you fingering yourself before bed and to add another weight to your clamps. Maybe you’ll get to cum tomorrow.” The girl nodded and pulled her fingers out of Aria’s ass, got dressed, and left too, finally leaving Aria and Jack alone. 

He knelt in front of her, muscular frame looming above her while he ran his hands slowly up her bound thighs. He rubbed his cock over her wet cunt, her stretched ass, slowly, tauntingly. “You disobeyed my order,” he said. “You spoke without permission. I was going to fuck your ass tonight, but now I’m not sure you deserve it.”

She groaned as another finger was added to her ass. She knew it wasn’t as stretched as it would be if he was fucking her, but it had been a while since she was fingered so it was a tight fight nonetheless. She tried to concentrate on the fingers, and then on the girl. She watched her fuck herself harder and harder until she cried out with an orgasm. Watching her actually squirt made her lick her lips. She moaned as the girl kept fingering her feeling desire build up in her that she didn’t know was there. He gave homework? Is that why the girls never seemed to be doing the course work from class? Would she get homework from him? She hoped so. She breathed a sigh of relief as the other girl pulled out her fingers and left leaving her and Jack alone. She shivered as his fingers found her. She looked at him and with shame shook her head. She didn’t deserve to be fucked. She had disobeyed him. She had cum without permission, answered wrong, spoken out of turn. She deserved a punishment not to be fucked.