#and I'm like did you think he was wearing boxer shorts or something? The man is a basically a professional athlete. A lot of these guys

[scarlet--wiccan]

jumping into the "do none of these male superheroes wear underwear under their costumes" discourse to remind you all of the obvious, which anybody from a dance or athletic background could probably tell you-- if you have external genitalia, running/jumping around in skin-tight clothes without a support garment is going to get really uncomfortable, really fast, and would absolutely be detrimental in combat. Coming from a dance background myself, I've always assumed that these suits either have support padding built into the tights/leggings, or that most characters wear something akin to a dance belt, which would leave a lot of skin exposed if the suit was torn along the upper thigh or rear-end.

But also, wouldn't you assume that if someone's suit gets torn, anything they're wearing underneath would be, too? If this is all thin, stretchy material?

[atrwriting]

thinking about logan only being soft with you.

when you first met him, you didn't think there was a soft bone in that man's body. all broken glass and rough edges, forced to tip-toe around trauma that you couldn't see and he wouldn't talk about. he was like that with everyone, though - and that's what you tried to tell yourself when it bothered you when he didn't return a hello, a smile, a wave...

until he did.

it was at night, after a long day. the rest of the crew that day was asleep and had been for hours. you sat in the kitchen - staring at nothing, and thinking about nothing - with a glass of whisky in hand. you weren't supposed to have it, especially not where the students could access it - but after a day like today? you figured it could slide.

logan had ventured in not too long after, much to your surprise. you didn't know he had trouble sleeping, even though you probably should've. you don't have rage like that without chasing ghosts everyday. he ignored your presence (no surprise there), and went straight for the fridge.

he usually ignores greetings, but would he ignore whisky?

"want something stronger?" you asked with his back turned to you.

he stayed still and silent for a moment, then cocked the side of his head over your shoulder.

when he brought over his own glass, you filled it with three fingers worth. you didn't want to bother him with small talk, especially after he had pounded his glass and you refilled it. he wasn't in much of a mood to talk, and you weren't in much of a mood for him to glare at you if you asked the wrong question. the silence wasn't the slightest bit comfortable, but you both had too many ghosts behind your eyes it seemed t see what the other had to share.

when you finished your glass, you slid the bottle towards him. "i'm heading to bed. finish it, if you want - or lock it up when you're done."

he only nodded in response, the day's exhaustion weighing heavy in his eyes.

after you had retreated back to your room, a few minutes or so had passed before you heard a knocking at your door. you were wearing your pajamas - shorts and a tiny sweatshirt - but at this hour? you were only worried if a student was hurt or needed help.

to your relief - and dismay - logan appeared when you opened the door.

"returning this," logan grunted, handing you the bottle.

"thanks," you spoke.

he stood there for a few moments after he nodded, silent, and you weren't sure why. maybe it was the whisky, maybe it was the lack of sleep... you weren't sure. in your case, it was both - and both were the reasons you asked, "do you... want to come in?"

he kept his brow lowered, but his gaze flicked up to meet yours. you barely interacted with him... you didn't know what he was thinking, and you figured he couldn't tell what you were thinking.

"it's hard sleeping alone," you admitted, holding his gaze.

his jaw tightened as he slowly nodded, understanding greeting his features. he followed you into your room, shutting the door behind you. he stripped himself down to his boxers and white tank top, and you tried not to stare. he was so damn handsome, but you couldn't make this weird. you just couldn't. sometimes talking didn't do anything, especially not when two broken people just want to be held.

when you both slipped beneath the sheets, your back turned to him, you pulled the sheets over the both of you. he settled in behind you, wrapping a strong arm around your midsection, tugging you up and against his strong chest. your ass rested on his thick thighs, and all you could feel was heat. not the heat that a space heater, blanket, or shower provided - but real heat. the kind that cured loneliness when you're not sure who you're missing. the kind that doesn't make the bed feel so big and empty when you have to get through the next day. the kind that makes you forget about every single fucking ghost you struggled to forget and remember at the same time...

and when he tucked his head into the crook of your neck, the feeling of his soft breaths sent shivers up and down every nerve ending. it was okay. everything was okay. you could feel it - it was tangible, and nothing and no one could take that away from you. bumps rose on every inch of your skin, but you welcomed the foreign feeling. your heart was blooming with adrenaline and excitement, but the exhaustion and the comfort was stronger. for the first time in what felt like forever - there was peace, and you almost couldn't believe it came in the form of the least peaceful man you had ever had the pleasure and displeasure of becoming acquainted with.

you rested your arm on top of his as you scooted back into him, letting your eyes drift closed. "goodnight, logan."

he pulled you closer. "goodnight, darlin'."

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"goodnight moon" lolololololool -L xoxox

[geeky-politics-46]

Party For Two

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky discuss what he wants to do for his birthday and what he wants as his present.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex, light dirty talk, pet names, language, creampie, Bucky in his underwear needs a warning all its own

You could seriously just watch Bucky walk around in his underwear all day and be happy as a clam. You've told him before, and you'd tell him again. That he should just not wear clothes when you two were spending the day at home. 

It didn't matter if he threw on a shirt. Some days, having his arm and his scars completely visible bothered him. Sometimes he had phantom limb pain and needed the arm off completely, prefering to cover his scars as you tried to help with the residual nerve damage in his shoulder and back. 

Shuri did a lot, but she couldn't rewire the mess of his nervous system Hydra had left behind. Despite your assurance that you loved every inch of him, you would never push him to do something he didn't want to do. Some days were harder than others and you made sure he felt safe and loved even on his worst days. So your main rule was just no pants.

A man in his underwear should not turn you into this much of a hot horny mess, especially when you get to see him totally naked regularly. Although Bucky was an incredible specimen of a man.

Even now, you could see his lips moving, but your brain could not process the words he was saying. Not when those tight boxer briefs made his ass look like you could just bite into it. Not to mention how they perfectly cupped his bulge. The way you could just slightly see his cock and balls jiggle as he walked. It felt dirty but still kind of sweet. 

It made you just want to play with his cock. Not necessarily in a hand job sexual way, but just hold it and pet it. Tell him how pretty and perfect his cock was. Gently massage and rub his balls and kiss all over him. He did have the prettiest cock. 

You also loved how much he blushed whenever you told him how pretty his cock was. The old-fashioned boy from the 1940's was still taken aback by such words coming from your pretty little mouth. Even if it was a genuine compliment he still wasn't used to hearing a sweet pretty thing like you talk so openly about liking cock. Especially his. Especially when he wasn't already balls deep inside you.

Bucky agreed to the deal on the condition that you also wore no pants. You were allowed to throw on shorts or pj's on occasion, but only ones Bucky liked. Usually, you just went for an oversized shirt. 

Honestly, the two of you became quite the pair of hermits or homebodies. Your happy place was your apartment. Just the two of you, and Alpine, of course. You had all settled into your little domestic routine quite well. You couldn't help the little contented sigh that left your lips.

It was then that you realized Bucky had stopped talking and was staring back at you, trying not to laugh at your deer in headlights expression. You were caught red-handed, staring at him again. He couldn't be too mad about you not listening if you were gonna look so cute when busted.

"You know I think you have a bigger staring problem than I do, babydoll."

You could feel your cheeks blush as you both dissolved into little giggles. You knew he wasn't mad, but you still apologized anyway once you composed yourself. 

"I'm sorry, Buck. You are just too sexy sometimes for my brain to do anything but stare at you. I kinda like you, ya know." 

You gave him a teasing smirk punctuating your statement. Saying I love you was still new to the two of you, but Bucky would say it over and over the first few days. You couldn't help but tease him about it. All out of your own love for him though, and he knew it.

"Well, if you had been listening, you would know that Sam is inevitably going to try to throw me some sort of birthday party. He's been dropping hints for days, but if he asks please tell him we already have plans. I don't care what, but I really don't want a party." 

Of course, that's right. Sam had been after you about trying to do something for Bucky’s birthday. Sam wanted to go out and do something bigger. You knew all Bucky wanted to do for his birthday was be alone. It was hard for him think about all the birthdays, all the years, he had lost. He wanted to mark the day by enjoying the life he had waited so long for. 

He had waited so long to be at peace. Even though he still had missions to go on and work to do in the field, and in his own head, he felt a stability that he had always dreamed of. He had an apartment. Even if it wasn't the most put together. He had a pet. Alpine the fluffy white feline rescue who has helped him just as much as he helped her. 

Most importantly, he had you. He had an amazing girl that he wanted to settle down with. Create a home with. One day marry and have babies with. Assuming he could. He really didn't know if Hydra had done anything to affect his fertility. He didn't really want to know. For now, the 2 of you and Alpine was enough though.

That was what he wanted to celebrate, and he wanted to celebrate it by staying in with you. Just you, take out, tv or movies. Then, of course he planned to cash in his birthday points on dirty noise-complaint-getting loud sex. Some people may think it sounded boring, other than the sex part maybe, but that was exactly what he loved about it. 

You could see him planning out the evening he really wanted in his mind. He always joked about not wanting anyone else in his head, but he did love that you seemed to be able to read his mind. 

"What if I tell Sam that we are having a party and he just isn't invited? That it's a party just for two. Just you and me. I'll even let you pick dinner." 

He pretended to think about it as he walked over to the side of the couch you were on. Reaching across the arm of the sofa to help you up onto your knees so he could wrap his arms around your waist. Letting yourself slide up his muscular chest and link behind his neck. A mischievous smile curled up on his lips.

"I like the sound of that. I do still want cake though. Are you planning any party games?" 

You nodded at his request. Oh you were planning on cake, ice cream, whipped cream, chocolate syrup. Basically, any sort of dessert that could be enjoyed in both appropriate and inappropriate ways. 

"Well cake is a given of course. I'm sure we can find all sorts of creative ways to enjoy it too. As far as games, I do have a couple things in mind. Tell me how do you feel about naked Twister?"

He grabbed your waist a little tighter and growled a little at the idea of the two of you bent into all sorts of compromising positions. His blood starting to rush to his groin as you toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck. 

"You know, I may need a little practice. Why don't we have a little practice party right now? Just so I know what to expect on my birthday." 

You smiled and shook your head at him, he knew you were a sucker for that look he got when he was feeling frisky. The crooked little grin, the way he would bite his lip, and the way his pretty blue eyes would sparkle. It was like your lips were pulled to his by a magnet. Moving closer on their own volition. 

Not that you mind of course. Your thoughts had already been in the gutter from watching Bucky strut around the house in those tight boxer briefs. Now you knew his was there too. The feeling of his bulge hardening against you, confirming that and making you wiggle your hips in anticipation.

He pulled back so his lips were barely touching yours, eliciting a needy little whine from you. You wanted more of him. You always wanted more of him. His hands started to slide down your low back to cup your ass cheeks, bending his knees a little so he could get a firm hold on you. 

"Mmm, can smell you, babydoll. You smell so good. Know you taste even better though. Taste even sweeter than that birthday cake will. I want a taste, baby girl."

He almost effortlessly scooped you up off the couch, your legs quickly swinging to wrap around his waist. Alpine had abandoned the couch to go hide under the table the minute you two started getting lovey. So without fear of stepping on her tail he practically sprinted to your shared bedroom, plopping you down unceremoniously onto the bed before lunging so he was on top of you. 

His lips hurried back to connect with yours in a frenzy of playful, passion filled kisses. Letting your hands wander up and down each others bodies, rubbing and touching any bit you could grab. Slowly working to get your hand down to rub over his cock. Straining against the soft fabric of his underwear. Still getting harder as you massaged him. 

You pulled your lips away from his so you could admire his cock in your hand. Even though it was still hidden behind the dark fabric, you couldn't help the way you licked your lips and moaned at the sight. He was just so perfect and thick. You knew the serum hadn't changed his height and size near as dramatically as Steve, but it did effect his muscle mass. You had a little bit of a hope that it had made his cock this thick. Otherwise those girls in the 40's wouldn't have survived.

"Starting to think you might be a little obsessed with my cock, babydoll." 

He teased you as he started kissing and sucking at your neck. Letting you enjoy your view as he let his hips occasionally roll and rut into your hand. You hummed in agreement as he began teasing his vibranium hand up and under your shirt. 

"Can't help it, baby. It's just so fucking perfect and big. Fills me up so good. So much better than any of my toys. Plus I kinda love the man it's attached to." 

He nuzzled his face into your neck before you felt him grin against your skin. He whispered an "I love you too baby…". Suddenly moving quickly and knocking your balance out from you as he in one smooth move threw off the shirt you were wearing and rushing to get your panties off just as fast. Leaving you suddenly naked underneath him. 

"... I'm also kind of obsessed with this pretty pussy. So I guess we're even." 

His body dropping to the bed and your legs thrown over his shoulders as he descended on you. Wet kisses along the crease of your inner thigh, just shy of where you desperately wanted his lips. Jumping to the other side and letting his warm breath dance across your dripping sex.

You could feel his bright blue eyes on you as he placed his first long lick up your slit. Making sure to cover every inch from your tight light hole up to your clit. Stopping to place several small kisses and kitten licks on the bundle of nerves. Hearing your breath already starting to falter.

Bucky loved eating you out. It wasn't something he remembered doing more than maybe once or twice before you, and he can't remember enjoying it nearly as much back then as he did now. Maybe he was more selfish back then. Maybe those women had just been less secure and open about what felt good. Women being so vocal about enjoying sex was pretty taboo in his day, but the way you reacted to his mouth on you made him obsessed. 

Each time you moaned as swirled his tongue around your clit. Each time you would grind against his face as he thrust his tongue inside you. Each time you would pull his hair as rubbed his whole face farther into your wet cunt. It all made him want to spend the rest of his life wirh his head between your thighs. Not even caring that he usually ended up so worked up he would start humping the mattress underneath him in an unconscious effort by his cock to get some sort of attention. 

He didn't even want to stop after he heard you whine and moan his name when you came. Why would he stop when he had the opportunity to lick up even more of your sweet nectar from your orgasm? No, he only stopped when he had his fill of  feasting on your cunt and your cum. Leaving you teetering on the edge of overstimulation. 

"Definitely my favorite treat. Hell fuck the cake, I just want your pussy as my birthday treat. What you think, doll? Can I have your pretty slutty little cunt as my birthday present? Can I eat it and play with it and fuck it whenever and however I want?" 

By now he started working his way back up your body as you clung to sheets arching into his mouth as he moved. Pressing your breasts against his face as he reached your chest. Greedily encouraging him to take one of your nipples into his mouth as his metal fingers pinched at the other. The contrast of his warm mouth and the cool vibranium making your skin prickle into goosebumps. 

After switching sides, making sure to give both perky pebbled nipples the attention they deserved, he made it back up to your lips. Kissing you once before nipping at your lower lip playfully. 

You had already wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to pull his pelvis to yours. Your fingers now tangled and tugging at the fabric of his boxer briefs trying to get them down. Desperately trying to get his cock free so you could feel him against your still soaked and needy cunt. 

"I'm waiting for an answer baby, tell me and then I'll take these off. Fuck you nice and hard. Can I have your perfect tight little hole as my birthday present? I want to spend my party making you scream and cum all over my cock." 

The sound of his filthy birthday wish pulled a deep groan from your chest. You wanted to spend his party doing that too, and what the birthday boy wants the birthday boy gets. You let your body go lax so he would be able to easily position you however he wanted you as you answered. 

"Yes, Bucky, holy fuck yes! My pussy is all yours, birthday boy. Use it however you want, James. All for you." 

"That's my good girl." 

He got back up on his knees and shimmied his underwear down and kicking them off. You eyes glued to his cock before it even sprung free from the fabric. A whimper falling from your mouth when a dribble of pre-cum dripped from his swollen flushed cockhead onto your low belly. A string of fluid running from his cock and starting to make a mess on you. He knew by the look in your eyes that he had you in the palm of his hand. So you promptly obliged when he told you what he wanted next. 

"Spread your legs farther, babydoll. Pull them back and hold onto your ankles for me. I want to see every little bit of my present." 

Quickly you worked to fold yourself in half as best as you could. Opening you up even more to Bucky’s gaze. His eyes raking over your body as be stroked his length a few times. Stopping only when you started to wiggle your hips, trying to urge him to touch you.

"Impatient, aren't you baby?" 

His tongue darting out to lick his lips, still swollen for having his face buried in your pussy, before a faux pout crossed his face. Cooing lightly at you as he started slapping his cock on your sensitive cunt. 

"God you look so fucking good when you get all needy for my cock baby. Saw you get that look in your eyes earlier. Knew that smart little brain had stopped thinking of everything but my cock. It's all yours baby." 

He placed his tip at your entrance and slowly started to push his hips forward. Sliding himself into you one inch at a time. Letting you feel every little bit of stretch he gave you. The feeling making you both moan in pleasure. Stilling in place once he had bottomed out inside you. 

"Fuck darlin', that's the prettiest thing I've ever seen. Look so beautiful getting fucked with my bare cock baby."

You gave him a seductive look and bit your lip. 

"Happy early birthday baby." 

With that, he gingerly drug his hands from the backs of your heels all the way down to the backs of your thighs. Gripping onto the flesh there and bracing you for his next move. Bucky slowly started to pull his hips back and started building speed with his first thrust back in. 

A feral look in his eyes as he watched where his cock was impaling you. Hypnotized by the sight. The image of your pussy stretched tight around his cock. The way his cock shined, wet with your arousal. It tipped him over the edge when he started hearing the wet squelch of your pussy as he thrust into you spurring him on to fuck you harder. 

The headboard starting to thump against the wall under the force of Bucky’s thrusts. A litany of swears falling from both of you. Your moans and squeaks as he pounded you accented by the sound of his full balls slapping against your ass. Each of you getting closer to climax with each sound the other made.

When he could feel his balls starting to tighten and he knew he was close to blowing, he let his flesh hand dip to rub at your clit. Smearing your wetness around to make his action smoother.  

After a moment of him touching your clit he found the perfect speed and spot. Feeling the fire start burning in your belly you let your eyes roll back in your head. 

"Oh fuck Bucky, right there! Don't stop, baby please don't stop!" 

His hips only sped up even more at your reaction. 

"Oh don't worry, dollface. I'm not stopping until I make a mess in my birthday present. You want that babydoll? You want to cum in you pretty girl? Let me hear it baby." 

Few things could throw you over the edge quite like Bucky when he talked dirty. It fueled that fire in your belly and sent it boiling over. As you came undone on his cock you practically cried for him to cum inside you. Your pussy squeezing and fluttering around his cock, practically milking him.

"James!!! Cum in me please, fuck I'm cumming for you baby. God you make me cum so good. It's your pussy daddy. Fuck it and fill it please, please!" 

By the time you had finished cumming, you felt his cock start to throb as he climaxed. Your body still jerking from your own orgasm with each stream of cum you felt him shoot into you until you were nearly overflowing. 

After a few minutes of basking in each other's afterglow, Bucky eventually pulled out of you with a groan and rolled over. Promptly grabbing you up in his arms again and pulling you over to cuddle. Pressing kisses into your hair as you drew little patterns on his chest. 

"If this is what I can expect for my birthday party, then happy birthday to me indeed." 

You gave him a wicked grin as you looked up at him. 

"Oh no, Buck, this was just practice. Remember? Your actual birthday party is going to be even more fun."

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There's thunderous knocking on the door and it startles Eddie out of his sleep.

He needs a moment to readjust, but Robin isn't the type to give anyone even a second, so his brain catches something about a nut before it's quiet again. He blinks at the white ceiling above him.

"What."

"She said she's gonna grab some bread and doughnuts from the bakery," Steve murmurs next to him so he turns his head, suddenly remembering that he's in his friend's bed, and it's the day of their little party. 

He immediately snatches his gaze back up. 

"Why the fuck are you naked?!"

"Huh? Oh, sorry," Steve rolls in the sheets to cover up some of his body. He doesn't sound very sorry. "Must have shifted in my sleep."

Eddie eyes him with curiosity. 

"You weren't naked last time."

"Huh?" 

Steve lays on his side to listen to him, and with his bare chest and tousled hair, he looks way too relaxed for the circumstances. It is his bed, duh, but he's looking at Eddie all naked and sleepy and it feels... not wrong per se, but it makes his stomach churn in a new way. 

"When you slept over at the trailer, you had clothes."

"Oh," Steve frowns, trying to remember that day. "I guess I changed to use the bathroom and didn't bother turning back."

Eddie raises his eyebrows. 

"So you draw the line of doghood at peeing outside?"

"Don't call it doghood," Steve scrunches his nose in distaste. "I couldn't open the front door with my paws anyway. Otherwise, I do pee in Dinkleberg's garden quite often," he admits. 

"No way," Eddie grins at the information. "Do you shit outside too?"

Steve makes a face. 

"I did once. It felt too weird not being able to wipe, but his face was worth it."

Eddie bursts out laughing.

"You're so gross, man!" he says, pushing at Steve's shoulders so he loses his balance and falls against the pillows.

"You asked!"

"What if we—" a snort interrupts him and he falls forward, pressing his temple against his friend to find his bearings. "We can install a pet door for you? Wait, no, you're kinda big for that. If I wrap some rope against the handle, could you open it? I have a neighbor who really deserves some urine in his slippers."

Steve groans, pushing Eddie away.

"Well, who's being gross now?"

"I'm still not the one who shits in my neighbor's yard!" Eddie protests, but Steve is already leaving the bed with an indignant huff, and his body is suddenly on full display. "Dude!" he squawks, shielding his gaze from his friend's naked butt.

"Oh come on, we have the same parts!" Steve turns to him, but his dick moves along, making Eddie disappear under the covers.

"It's not about the parts, It's about human decency!" 

"Well, I'm not fully human, so..." Steve points out, but it does sound like he's opening his wardrobe. "And I walk around naked all the time."

Eddie thinks about it for a second. 

"Well, yeah, but then you're not—"

He cuts himself off. 

But then you're not attractive. 

"I'm not what?"

In his scramble for a comprehensive answer, Eddie escapes the confines of bed covers, hoping he'll provide more oxygen for his brain this way. But with his terrible timing, he emerges at the perfect moment to catch Steve's naked, bent-over ass just before it gets covered by a pair of boxers. 

Lord have mercy. 

"Not human," he finishes lamely, all coherent thoughts suddenly gone. 

Steve scoffs, turning around with his dick finally out of sight. 

"Yeah, I'm not," he agrees easily, way too easily, before grabbing a pair of jean shorts. "You can take whatever you want to wear," he motions to the open closet, already walking towards the door. 

"And for the record, I didn't shit in Dinkleberg's yard, I did it on his doormat," he adds before leaving the room, leaving Eddie to stare at where he disappeared. 

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Eddie's glad their mismatched group includes people who know the basics of barbequing and he doesn't have to get involved. There's also the card of "I helped with preparations so fuck off" that he can pull anytime anyone gives him the stink eye. This way, he can keep his distance and just observe. His scheming seems to be paying off and the seeds he planted in the little goblins and the dog-man himself, had taken root. 

Steve sits on the warmed ground while Robin's hand is in his hair, and El feeds him whatever she didn't like from her skewer. He's heard Dustin praise the burgers. Dustin. Everyone has been contributing to making Steve feel more appreciated, either with words, physical touch, or even small gestures, like Max bringing him an extra Coke from the cooler. 

So that was all great. But among his observing, Eddie notices some new things too. 

Like Steve's hairy chest. How his muscles move with each movement and how he absentmindedly rubs on his scars. The way the moles on his cheek jump when he smiles and his shorts fill out when he bends. 

Has it always been there?

Or more importantly, has Eddie always been interested in his friend?

He'd entertained the idea of fancying men ages ago but shoved it aside at the way easier, less problematic prospect of women, their tiny skirts, and the wild rocker chicks. So the gay thing isn't the scariest part, but rather the fact that he wasn't aware. 

Now he can't help but think that his whole 'helping a friend out' thing had ulterior motives behind it, conceived deep in his subconscience. Getting closer to Steve, spending time with him, touching him, oh god he's been touching him so much. He'd look at his hands in betrayal if he wasn't holding food. 

He takes a bite out of his hot dog but finds it cold and dry, which makes him wonder how long he's been people-watching instead of interacting with his friends like a normal human being. When he looks up again, he meets Steve's gaze and suddenly realizes he's making very unattractive open-mouthed movements with his jaw. Eddie clicks his mouth shut and forces himself to swallow, but thankfully, Steve seems to find it more amusing than disgusting. 

Not that it would matter if Steve found him unattractive and repulsive or anything. 

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[punkshort]

I was thinking about Swept Away (like always) and an idea came to my mind... What if... IF... Joel was like, watching 🌽 and reader wanted to ask him something and just open the door.

Alright let's talk about it. Smut (18+ MDNI) ahead!

You were supposed to be at the spa for the afternoon. Before you left, you even told him you wouldn't be back until closer to dinner. That was fine with him. He could get some work done in quiet. But when you had breezed through the living room, accidentally dropping your bag on the floor, you leaned over to pick up your things. He was fairly certain you didn't do it on purpose, but when you bent over he caught a glimpse of your underwear. Lacy. Lavender colored. Barely any coverage.

He recognized them. La Perla. His assistant spent thousands there before your trip, picking out bags and bags of lingerie for you.

Did it need to be La Perla? No. Of course not. He didn't even think he would ever see them on you. But he wanted to give you all the finest things, and if it made you feel good, then it was money well spent.

Were you wearing the matching bra? He remembered it. It was see through lace with some decorative trim. What color were your nipples? He would be able to tell through that bra, no question.

You straightened up and he averted his eyes, swallowing thickly as he stared blankly at his laptop.

"Can I get you anything while I'm out?"

He glanced back up at you right as you were fixing the strap on your dress that had fallen off your shoulder, revealing a quick flash of your bra strap. Fuck, you were wearing it.

He shook his head, unable to answer, and you disappeared out the door.

He wrestled with a hard on for the next fucking hour. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop thinking of you in that lingerie, what you would look like all sprawled out on his bed while he sucked at your nipples through the thin, delicate fabric.

Work was slow. Fuck it.

He clicked out of his email program and slammed the computer shut before storming off to his bedroom, adjusting himself through his shorts as he moved.

Turning the television on, he scrolled through the channels until he found Playboy TV, Hustlers, Penthouse.

He leaned back in bed and picked one, just looking to let off some steam and not expecting after two minutes to see a girl who bore a striking resemblance to you pop up on the screen.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath while he watched the girl fall to her knees before some guy. She ran her hands up and down his thighs and looked up at him, making sure he was watching when she took him in her mouth.

She moaned around his cock and her eyelids futtered closed like it was the best thing she had ever tasted and he quickly tugged his shorts and boxers down, gripping his own cock in his fist.

Her breasts were fake, he could tell that a mile away, but she had similar facial features. Same length and color hair, same color eyes, same beautifully shaped lips. Skin that looked so soft, skin that he yearned to touch and lick and pinch and bite. He stroked his dick, imagining you on your knees for him with your perfect lips wrapped around him, gazing up at him like you were fucking thankful for it.

There was a cut scene then the girl in the video was bent over a couch. She gasped sharply, which turned into a deep moan when the man in the video slowly entered her from behind. Joel could see the enjoyment on her face. The pure bliss at the feeling of being stretched open and filled. Fuck, he wanted to do that to you. He wanted to see what your face would look like when he first stuffed you full of him. He wanted to hear the noises you would make when he began to fuck you, when he sucked on your tits and when he smacked your ass. He wanted to see what you would look like when you came. The sounds you would make. He wanted to hear his name from your lips when he made you come. Would you scream it? Or would you whisper it in his ear?

Shit, he was close. He was too wound up. He spent too much time being fucking hard, wishing it would go away, and now his pleasure would come to a very quick end.

He groaned loudly into the room when he felt that heat build at the base of his spine. His stomach tightened and he groaned again, his eyes squeezing shut while he pretended the noises coming from the television were actually coming from you.

And then it all happened at the same time.

He couldn't hear anything. He was too far gone, his excitement too unmanageable. He only opened his eyes right when he came, when he shot thick, white ropes of his seed all over his hand, but at the same time, at the exact same fucking time, he saw movement by his door.

He had imagined you were saying his name, but it turned out, you really were. Just not in the same way he had pictured.

His door slammed shut while his cock was still dribbling the lasts bits of spend from the tip, his hips pathetically rocking upwards from the mattress to fuck his hand.

"Oh, shit," he gasped, in both pleasure and pain. How much did you see? This was bad. This was worse than you walking in on him changing, but the damage was already done, so he took his time. He turned off the television and cleaned himself up slowly while his mind cleared and the seriousness of what just happened began to settle in.

He gripped the bathroom sink and stared at his reflection in the mirror, his chest still heaving ever so slightly from his climax. He needed to get you out of his fucking head before he did something really stupid. Something he couldn't take back. Something that couldn't be explained away.

The way he saw it, he had two choices: he could leave there and pretend like it never happened, like it was no big deal, and wave away your apologies.

Or.

Or he could tell you the truth. He could use it as an opportunity to come clean. To be honest. To tell you he wanted you so fucking bad that it hurt. That he tried to deny himself, he tried to be a gentleman, but it was impossible. Your allure was too much. It drew him in and fucked with his head, twisted him up and made him feel all crazy and out of control.

He knew what he had to do. He took a deep breath and stepped out of his room, his eyes landing on your bedroom door, and raised his hand to knock.

[live-laugh-lenney]

A little bit of smut please🫣

Lingerie reaction for Arthur and George

i don't think i've done any kind of mature content for either of them yet so... jeez, i hope this is okay... i'm gonna write this for arthur, right now, and then maybe we can discuss george and his missus in lingerie...

arthur loves lingerie.

for someone that portrays himself as awkward and shy and almost completely innocent and practically virginal, he had a side to him that always sprung out whenever he was home alone with his girlfriend. a side that only came when he knew she had something special that she wanted to show him. a side that made him seem like a menace, almost like he was a horny teenage boy who had been left alone with his female celebrity crush, becoming touchy and needy.

she teases him.

she'll wear the lingerie beneath an article of his clothing that she had chosen to wear for the evening as they wound down from their busy days. whether it be his adidas jumper (which she loves and definitely stole from his wardrobe) or one of his baggy tees, it would be all she used as a cover up... stretching the neck so it showed her bra strap to tease him a touch when they were sat on the sofa and having it rolled up at the hem so her knickers were on show as she reached up high for the snacks on the top shelf in his kitchen... and she could hear his breath hitching in his throat when he realised just what she was upto.

"can you come and grab the biscuits from the top shelf?"

"you can get them," he hums from the sofa and he really didn't want to stand to his feet because the bulge in his pants had become even more prominent than he had hoped it would be, "i like the view from here."

"you're just a little pervert," she rolled her eyes and she's glad she has her back to him so he can't see the smirk that's sitting on her lips, "i just need some help from my very tall, very handsome man who just has the advantage."

"what do i get out of it?"

"a happy girlfriend," she retorts and he scoffs and rolls his eyes, his gaze barely leaving the plump cheeks of her bum and the floral lace that clung to her flesh, "please?"

she can hear him stand up, she can hear his feet padding across the open plan living room slash kitchen and she shudders at the feeling of his hands cupping her waist as she regained her normal height and stood back on flat feet rather than her tiptoes, teasingly brushing her behind against his crotch and feeling the result that she expected.

"you knew what you were doing," he whispers lowly, almost growling in her ear, and he traps her between the kitchen counter and his body and she makes no attempt at making a move away from him, "you're just a tease. a bloody tease."

"it worked though," she states, his fingers digging into her hips as he held her figure still, his hips slowly rocking back and forth and she could feel the friction of their clothes rubbing together, "what are you going to do?"

he turns her around and she takes a look at his face; his cheeks are pink, his eyes are darker, his jaw is tense and his lips are damp and wet from his tongue. hoisting her up on the kitchen counter and she needed no encouragement in undoing the knot of his bottoms and using her heels to push them to the floor, pooling at his ankles. his boxers stretching to accommodate the boner he was sporting. his fingers slide across the crotch of her knickers and she feels the chill in the air against her damp folds and he wastes no time in teasing at the bundle of nerves between her thighs... enough to make his cock twitch in his pants and she felt bad for keeping him restrained... her own fingers hooking into the elastic of his boxer shorts and pulling them down to his knees, freeing him and letting the cool air hit his exposed skin.

"where did you get this from?" he asks, lips brushing against hers as he leaned in for a kiss, his warm breath washing over her face and her own catches in her throat, his fingers collecting the moisture that was forming and coating his digits, "it's a shame you couldn't show me the whole thing."

"you were just too eager," she informs him, arms wrapping around his shoulders and her fingers digging into his hair, tugging at the tufts at the nape of his neck, "too eager. that was the plan."

"the plan on being fucked on the counter?" he questions and she can feel her cheeks flushing at the words rolling off of his tongue, "that was what you wanted, huh?"

"need to leave a memory in every room for you to remember," she grins and his lips greet hers with a hungry smooch that involved his tongue leaving his mouth and fighting against hers, her arms pulling him close and his hands gripping at her waist, pulling her closer and allowing the glistening tip of his cock to brush against her inner thigh and silently informing her just how needy he was, "it's all yours, baby."

and he doesn't need coaxing. he gave himself a couple of pumps with the fingers he used to spread her juices across the heat between her legs and lines himself up, gulping thickly and maintaining deep eye contact with her as he pushes his hips forward and fills her up with his entirety. her head rolling back and a deep, guttural groan rolling of her tongue from deep within her, matching the whimper that left his mouth as he pauses for a moment to let her adjust around his girth.

her sleeve-covered hands remain on his shoulders, her fingers still holding onto his hair with a tight grip in each fist, and she shudders and the goosebumps rise upon her skin as he attaches his lips to her neck and covers her skin with the softest kisses, his hips rocking back and forth and back and forth as he filled her with pleasure. her begs for him to go deeper filling the room, their heavy breathing and their heavy panting filling the gaps, her name escaping his mouth as she cries out from the thrill happening in that moment.

"let me know when," he insists, his hands trailing underneath the hem of the jumper on her body, his fingertips brushing over her bare skin, "let me know."

she nods and he drops his forehead to hers, eyes looking deeply into hers, and she can feel her toes beginning to curl. her thighs clench and she brings him closer by digging her heels into the base of his back, her hands cupping his cheeks and her mouth drop further and further open with each thrust he pushes into her, twitching between her walls and she swears, every single time, that he always knows the right spot and hits it every time.

"so good," she pants and she can feel the ache beginning to form in her belly, a burning sensation as she feels herself getting closer and closer to a release, "i'm so close, baby."

"so close," he repeats for himself and the sounds of his thrust start sounding sloppy and wet and he grunts out with a rasp in his throat and feels himself start to get weak at the knees, "c'mon, lovie. cum for me."

and it's all she needs to feel herself tense and clench down on his cock, their releases mixing together, and his rhythm becomes almost unrhythmic and each thrust is sporadic and almost like a burst of energy urges his hips forward. his head dropping to her shoulder, slowing his hips down, as she drops her cheek to the top of his head and squeezes her eyes shut.

"you're the best," he whispers into the cotton, sniffling before he lifts his head to look at her. his entire face glistening with sweat, his lips swollen from their kisses, his cheeks pink and his eyes no longer dark but full of lust and post-sex that always made him look heavenly, "the best."

he slowly pulls himself from within her and reaches down to pull his boxers back to his hips, followed by his bottoms, and she covers up by adjusting her knickers, knowing everything they were wearing was going to need to go in the next days wash. his arms wrap around her waist and her legs hook around his, her arms sitting on his shoulders, and he lifts her from the counter. koala-clinging to his front as he makes his way back to the sofa, making a mental reminder to give the kitchen counter a proper deep-clean before they went to bed... before anyone came back from their saturday night on the town... before george and arthur and chris had any inclination as to what had just happened.

"you'll wear that for me again, right?" he asks her and she yawns, nodding softly, "good."

"what did you think of it?"

"it's the sexiest one yet," he hums into her hair, pressing a kiss to her head before he closed his eyes, the feeling of her tucking the blanket around them making him feel cosy, "you can choose the movie. i'm too knackered to even think about those decisions right now."

"how about we just... go to bed?"

"i can't go again," he laughs softly and she scoffs and pushes his chest with her hands, "it's only half nine. we've got ages before the lads are back." xx

[negansfavlucille01]

INNOCENCE Pt. 1

Negan × innocent reader (female)

Warnings: Mention of erection, weird liquid tasting

Note: I'm sorry for not posting, but I didn't know how to finish this. I decided I'll make a part two and maybe three if yall want. I have. Some drafts, so I'll upload more. Also I met people who don't like Jeffrey. UNBELIEVABLE. 😒

Quiet footsteps filled the hallway. Her bare feet touched the ground as she made her way to the room she knew only she was allowed in. Negan's room. It was late at night, probably around one am. Maybe two. She couldn't sleep. She tried everything. Reading a book, hot tub to relax and help her sleep. Nothing. And if there was one thing she knew for sure, that was that only he was gonna help her. The door opened slowly. It was dark. Light soft snores were filling the room. She could almost see him. Almost. His leather jacket was on the chair next to the bed. Knowing the room like the back for her hand, she knew where to step, shaking him gently once she got to him.

"Hm?" His voice was deep, almost harsh as he hadn't realized it was her yet. He sat up. "Someone better be fucking dying..."

"I... I can't sleep..." That was all she needed to say to be pulled in his arms once again. His touch was soft, making her snuggle deeply in him. He adjusted her so her head was on his chest. Her hair fell down. So pretty.

When he found her on that road, years ago, he knew he had to take her. She was a child. And he couldn't let a child die. At least not her. It took one look to know she was innocent. He had to be gentle with her, because she was special. Every single man in the Sanctuary knew she was. And if they touched her? They met Lucille. Usually, she struggled with sleeping. She was hesitant to go to Negan the first night, but he was so understanding. He made sure she fell asleep before he did.

This time it was different.

When he went to wrap an arm around her, he felt no shirt. Her skin was soft. (He imagined laying his head on her belly and then felling asleep, but he couldn't) "What the.." He quickly slid the sheet off and turned the lamp on the nightstand. She was wearing just a bra and shorts. "Where the fuck is your shirt at?"

"It was very hot in my room..." She looked up at him, her big doe eyes shining at him. He couldn't resist it. He couldn't be mad.

"You know you can catch a cold, sweetheart."

"I'm sorry..."

"Go to sleep."

Y/N rolled on her side, but before Negan could turn off the light, she saw something. "Negan, I think you spilled some milk on your sheet.."

His eyes widened when he saw her pointing at a white stain on the black sheet. He forgot to clean it up. "Yeah, probably.." He chuckled nervously.

Reaching her hand to the thing, Y/N touched it with her finger and brought it to her mouth, tasting it. "It tastes weird.. Like salt.." She stated.

"I'll clean it up in the morning, just... go to sleep." She nodded and laid back down

It was around five am when she shook him awake. Negan sat up, looking at her with confusion once again. "What now?"

"Something is poking me, Negan.." She pointed at the now painfully hard erection he had in his boxers. "Is that normal? What is it? Did something sneak into your pants?"

"It's normal, go to sleep." He interrupted her before she comes ask more questions.

"I can't.."

"And why the fuck not?"

"I'm curious about something..." She looked into his eyes before her own traveling down to his chest hairs. "A few weeks ago, I heard some of your men talking.."

"About what?" He brushed the strand of hair behind her ear.

"But I can't.."

She stayed silent for a few minutes before looking back at his eyes and licking her lip. "What's sex?"

Part 2?

[fartlovingblkguy69]

Aromatherapy (Continuing a Story from Nifty.org)

A link to the story I'm continuing: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/urination/aromatherapy

Part 1

I waited 10 minutes before leaving. I was shaking with anticipation. i had never been so excited in my whole life. He was already pulled around waiting in a 2018 GMC Sierra Crew Cab. "Get in. This isn't a free ride by the way. You can either give me gas money or get down there and sniff my gas. It's a 30 minute drive, maybe longer since it's about to be rush hour. Your choice". There wasn't even a question. I quickly climbed in the passenger side and laid down while he rose up and lowered his basketball shorts. He was wearing stained gray boxer briefs with a wet stain on the back and a big golden brown streak going up the crack. They smelled like a sweaty toilet seat. He quickly sat down and ground his fat ass around my face until my nose was right in the middle of his crack. He reached back, spreading his cheeks and pressing down until my nose was pushing the dirty undies into his hole and his ass enveloped my face. "Ah, that's it. Your nose feels great in my nasty hole. I'm still sweaty from that sauna and I just took the most massive shit so your nose is going to have to scratch that itch." He ground his ass on my face some more as we pulled out of the parking lot. We stopped at every red light on the way to the highway. It took 45 minutes to get to his place. I could smell the fresh shit around his hairy hole and he kept letting out the worst SBDs the whole way laughing each time and rubbing it in on my nose. Finally we got there and he pulled up his shorts and got out. I sat up and made my way out as well. The house was huge and there were 3 other vehicles in the driveway, 2 SUVs and another pickup. We made our way inside and he took me straight to the living room. "I'm hungry so I'm going to make myself something to eat. Get down on the floor with your head in that seat over there and I'll be back" pointing to the comfy chair in the corner. I quickly obeyed and was waiting quietly in the dark when suddenly this handsome young man walked in texting on his iPhone Xr. He had on only a jockstrap that was bulging. He looked to be about 25 maybe and he had a perfect amount of muscle, nice arms, legs, firm pecs, with a little bit of a chiseled but bloated belly and a nice happy trail. He launched himself ass first into the chair I had my face waiting in and oh boy was it a nice one. Nice smooth golden cheeks with a very hairy crack that smelled like a long day with several unshowered before it. Once he had sat down he quickly realized there was something under him but instead of getting up he just farted loudly and wetly. PRRRBBBBBBTTTTTT. "Ah. That felt good. I don't smell a thing. Pops must have gotten a new fart cushion. Awesome! Especially after all those burritos had for lunch. The cheese and beans is really fucking my stomach up." He sat on my face for 10 minutes letting let out several sbds and loud wet releases while rubbing his sexy belly and really ground his wet hole into my face before spreading his cheeks to let out a huge shart. SSSSSSRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTT. My nose was sprayed with hot air and speckles of shit "Whew that was nasty. Think I felt a little shit come out on that one. Pops will have a fit if I stained his favorite chair! He might even make me his fart cushion again! Definitely don't need that torture!" He shot up and turned around bending down to make sure he hadn't made a mess of the seat. While he did I got to see more of his handsome face. He had a perfect chiseled jaw, beautiful mischievous eyes, and a thin, long nose (think Daniel Croix with green eyes). I licked my lips as he finally got to inspecting me. "Nice. It all went on you huh, cutie? Well plenty more where that came from" He said with a chuckle. He let out a bubbling fart into the air and sniffed. "Damn that's ripe. Why don't you open that pretty mouth for me this time just to be safe. I'll try not to take a dump in it". I shuddered at the thought as I'm not into that at all. He kindly wiped my face off looking down at me with a glint in his eye. I did as he said as he turned around and spread that perfect ass open.

[noroi1000]

F**k your fav part 7 - Bottom Toru

Warnings: NSFW (sex toys, sub Gojo, anal sex)

Summary: According to your list, now you're the dominant one. Why don't you fuck his ass to hear him moan?

"You promised me something. Now you must fulfill your promise."

He looked at you questioningly as he got out of the shower.

"What?" he asked, wiping his hair and body.

A soft penis billowed between his legs.

"Today is the day we agreed to have sex on your list. I can't believe you forgot."

The truth was that you had each type of sex every week.

It's been six weeks since these damn trials started.

This interval was only so that you could properly recover from the previous one.

And after that marathon you must have had a lot of rest...

It's not like he hasn't tried to fuck you in the meantime. You always succeeded.

So your sex routine hasn't changed at all. It was still at the same level as always.

"I did not forget. How could I forget?" he asked with a wild smile. "I'm just taking it easy today. Easy sex tonight, right? So I do everything calmly."

You raised an eyebrow, and went to get his phone where he had the list.

The order was this:

Marathon, then dominance (over him) and only then quiet sex.

Has he forgotten it?

"According to the list, now I dominate you." You said as you put his phone in your pants pocket.

You share your phones, clothes. It's normal, especially with a man who doesn't know such a thing as personal space.

Maybe I'll say it differently. You put on his clothes or he puts you on.

He wouldn't wear women's clothes. Even your socks would be too small for him!

And it's better not to talk about pants that would always be too short for him.

So you share his clothes.

But you had one block.

When you wanted to delete the video from his phone of him fucking you, you realized you couldn't.

That white-haired jerk password-locked the file, and you couldn't get into it...

As long as only he and you knew of its existence, it was fine.

"Tonight is it? I'm ready for some easy sex! Even if I don't have the patience for it!" He said spreading his hands.

There were boxers on his hips. And it saved your sight from sinking lower. For its length.

"Can we postpone it until tomorrow?" he asked as he sighed.

"Probably next week..." You crossed your arms over chest. "We can tomorrow if you want."

"Today. I've already prepared myself."

he sighed.

"Okay, I tried to avoid that. I don't know if I really like the fact that you'll dominate me..." He brushed his white hair.

"Like I said, I like it when you dominate me. However, there is one thing. According to the list, we have to try it."

"Will you ride me until I come? Baby, you'll come first." He chuckled.

You started to leave but stopped to give him a smile.

"No, I won't. Get your ass ready." You told him before starting to walk away.

"Do you want to put something in me?" he asked a little louder.

He remembered what it felt like to have something inside him for the first time. That's why he got a little excited. Because it was fun.

But once he tried a dildo, it wasn't as nice as a real dick.

He didn't have to admit to you that someone had fucked him before. And more than once. He just liked it. Just like fucking someone.

But there was only one person who had a dick and he could have sex with.

The dildo won't be the same. Even if it can be nice and nice, it won't be the same as a big dick fucking him mercilessly.

He hadn't felt the same in a long time, so he didn't even think about doing it himself. Because he was a man. And he won't fuck his ass with toys!

He will fuck you and only you. He will abuse your body until you melt under it.

He won't let his pride get hurt when he says he used to enjoy anal.

He didn't like toys in it because it didn't feel the same.

He preferred one person's real, warm dick.

And that's the only thing he'll let go up his ass.

no one else.

He'll let you this time. But it won't be perfect sex.

He had already succumbed once when he was younger. He liked it, but he wasn't attracted to being fucked by someone else's cock all the time.

He did not agree to it. It was embarrassing that the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer would want that.

No way!

But there is one person he would allow. Because only with this person did he like it. He was only with him and no one else. And when he was about to do that, there was only one person he would agree to.

His best friend.

Maybe he'll agree to do it again? When you agree to have sex with two people...

After all, he knew that you both liked them at first.

You fell in love with both of them, but your boyfriend for years was Satoru.

Maybe you like Suguru too?

Definitely. He agreed for a reason.

After all, they both had nothing against each other.

After all... More than once there has been some rapprochement between them.

They have nothing to repeat it.

After all... Geto Suguru was probably your boyfriend's first love...

He loves you so much. But he also wants you to agree to fall in love with Suguru. He won't force you, but it would be interesting.

He loves you more. It is obvious. But if Suguru falls in love with you and you fall in love with him, he will have no reason to be mad. He will love you both.

Of course, if you both love each other.

Well, he was thinking what it would be like if you fuck him with a toy.

Maybe this will be the first step for you to agree to something more?

Nobody forbids you a little experiment.

Well, he'll set you up on a date.

And then -

"What are you thinking about?" You interrupted his thoughts.

He saw that you were holding a black belt in your hand.

"Nothing. It just reminds me of my youth." He laughed nervously.

Is he going to tell you what happened in his room when he attended Jujutsu High?

"Times of youth? Now?"

"Yes. You know... I was wondering if maybe you'd agree to meet Suguru soon."

"Yes, of course."

"Since he agreed to have a threesome with us..."

You blushed.

"Does he really want this?" You asked.

"After all, he's always liked you. I guess it was the same with you. Do you like my best friend?"

His smile was getting on your nerves.

"You are my boyfriend." you said.

"I wouldn't mind us both being your boyfriends."

You widened your eyes.

Was Satoru really capable of a relationship with the three of you?

After all, he is so often jealous...

Or will it be different with Suguru?

They've been so close for years...

  "Let's change the subject. Let's start preparing for sex."

"huh?"

"What are you fucking me with?"

"You bought a Strap-on. So..."

"Which dildo? Yours? I'd like to finally assess the size of this one!" He laughed.

"You want this? fine. I'll go fix it."

"I'm going to dry my hair. Can you handle it on your own? Shall I help you put this on?" he asked as he took the dryer.

"Have you ever worn a strap-on?" You laughed sarcastically.

"No. I don't need it. I have my dick that's probably bigger than your dildo."

"We'll see..." You whispered as you immediately went to the bedroom, opening the drawer that held your mementos and older stuff. At the bottom of the drawer, a pink dildo.

I grabbed the belt, and he began to attach it to the black belt. After you finished, he entered the room completely naked.

"So how did you do?" he asked as he sat on the bed.

"And you?" You pointed to his lower half.

"Don't worry, I've prepared my butt. Besides, I expect it's not that big."

"You can say that, but believe me, for a virgin ass that size is a lot." You said showing him the toy.

"Your ass was tight, but you stretched perfectly around my cock. You have to admit it was so nice~."

"At first it wasn't at all..." you growled.

He gestured for you to give him the toy.

You threw it to him.

He measured the toy with his eyes and his hand.

"I've had something bigger before. It's not like my dick at all." he said with a smile, and suddenly placed it against his crotch.

He compared his soft cock to this.

"See? It's almost the size of my soft cock. But it's still a little smaller. When I'm hard, it'll be even smaller."

You've noticed that's true.

You always felt that your toy was big. But you didn't think that something that was supposed to be his size was actually thinner and shorter...

He got up and you started undressing.

You knew he was going to be tough soon.

He then put a strap around your legs, fastening you behind your back and thighs.

Stabilizing the toy on your body, he suddenly took a few steps away, looking at your body as the silicone cock protruded from you.

"I never expected to be turned on by the sight of my girlfriend with a dick. But I still prefer the sight of your wet pussy."

"How should I start?"

"Aww~ you are so cute and innocent. You don't even know how to start fucking me~. I'll guide you, okay. But I can tell you it won't be pleasant. You won't feel the toy. That's why I'm offering to put a vibrator inside you, okay?"

He showed you a small vibrator he once put inside you and made you walk around with it around the house while he played with the remote.

Doing household chores was hard with something like this.

But now it could be a blessing for you.

Because watching his cock drool and the toy on your hips disappear into it will surely make you wet as hell.

"Okay..."

As soon as you finished that word, he dropped to his knees, spreading your legs.

Too quickly he put his fingers inside you, curling and holding in you as his practiced mouth released his tongue and he began to work his magic on your clit.

Your back hunched slightly, and then you remembered that he was supposed to be submissive. not you.

Though maybe there's nothing wrong with him playing with your pussy a bit with his tongue.

You grabbed his hair to hold him as his tongue sensually ran over your folds.

But just as you were starting to soften over him, he pulled away.

"I think you're already wet enough for me to put this on. Maybe even a little too wet." He laughed, pulling his curled fingers out of you. There was a wet sound.

He reached for something in the drawer behind you, and smeared the toy with your juices. Before he shoved an egg-like toy tip into you. Leaving a strip of silicone sticking out of you to pull it out.

Your walls offered no resistance. Especially when he pushed the toy into you along with his fingers, pushing it quite deep. Enough for you to feel how it stimulates your sensitive points.

He ran his fingers over the wet muscles in you, feeling you tighten around the toy and his fingers.

And once his fingers were off your body, he tightened around the toy. Holding the toy widened at the top firmly inside you.

Your pussy sucked up the silicone, holding it inside, just like you do with his cock.

Just the sight of your pussy as your entrance tightened after something a little bigger entered inside you was beautiful.

So cute you needed a stim down there.

Unfortunately, you chose to fuck him instead of him fucking you.

"My ass is ready. Lubricant is in the cupboard. Depends if you just want it now."

He said kneeling in front of you.

He looked at the toy with a smile.

Still not as big as it should have been. His cock was already hard.

In the bathroom he stretched his fingers back there. And he also used the lube he keeps in the bathroom in case of emergency sex in the shower.

So it should be fine even without your experience of fucking someone.

"If you naturally had a dick, I'd be sucking you right now. But you're not going to come no matter what I do." He grunted, running his fingers wet from your juices along the plastic length. And suddenly he licked the tip.

You were curious how it would feel if that dick was your real one.

Feel your tongue and mouth...

At times like this, you wonder what it's like to be a man...

He left some saliva on the plastic.

He reached between your legs into the drawer, pulling out a bottle.

Then he got up and climbed onto the bed.

"Do you want me backwards or forwards?" he asked as he knelt down, waiting for your response.

"I don't know..."

"Fine, I'm gonna kneel down and lean out, okay? Maybe it'll be better for you." He said and squeezed a generous amount of lube into his palm and gripped the dildo on the strap against your hips, leaving it slippery.

Then he took some more on his fingertips, and put a large drop on his entrance, slipping two fingers inside very easily.

He really prepared...

So he really knew what he was doing?

His wet hand covered his cock, massaging the hard shaft.

Then he turned his back on you, and he arranged the crooked pillows with his hand.

You were supposed to dominate him. So here you are.

You climbed quickly onto the bed, onto your knees, and he shoved him forward hard, making him fall onto his forearms, clearly showing you his ass.

He had a nice ass. And you couldn't deny it.

His body was as if carved by the best sculptor in marble. Every inch of his body was pretty.

Even his butt...

You placed your hands on his butt, feeling his muscles under skin.

His hips always seemed narrow.

And so it was.

But when you were always very close to Him, you saw that all of Him seemed bigger. So his hips weren't that narrow at all. Although compared to his shoulders, his hips were narrow.

"You want to play dominant, huh... So play while I let you." He laughed.

His hand between his legs massaged his hard cock.

Kneeling down, you tried to insert the toy into him slowly. However, nothing worked because he was too high.

Damn those long bones in his legs.

His femurs are longer. That's why you can't reach his hips properly. If only you were as tall as him...

"Toru, turn around." You said, backing away from him a bit.

"Can't you reach?" He laughed. "I figured it would."

He turned quickly, spreading his legs.

He placed his legs on your hips, giving you a perfect view of his cock in his hand and his ass.

You grabbed the toy with your fingers, gently inserting the tip into him.

And you started shoving the toy into him.

He tilted his head back, closing his eyes for a moment.

And then, as the toy reached its end, you saw his penis quiver in your hand.

He took it very easily.

So you started moving your hips back and forth.

Then he turned on the vibration in you on a medium level with his other hand.

As you thought, it looked sexy as he lay on his back, letting you fuck him.

There is a blush on his cheeks and ears.

You leaned in a little, resting hands on his chest.

Getting a place to lean against and get leverage to move without stopping.

You giggled slightly as he moaned softly.

"Toru ~ do you like this?" you asked with a small smile.

You'd rather ride his dick.

Because now only he feels the pleasure you give him.

And when he fucks you, you feel pleasure and so does he.

You prefer when he fucks you and moves your body the way he wants.

Because you can't find a comfortable place right now.

"Faster..." he moaned as he looked at you.

He looked at the tip of his cock, which released a drop of precum as he stroked himself.

You felt good with the toy inside you.

But you stopped for a moment to adjust your belts.

Then he grunted in displeasure.

He wasn't sure if he would be able to cum quickly just when you were fucking him.

But fucking his fists while the dildo slides over his prostate was a very pleasant combination.

The toy wasn't big enough and your movements weren't very accurate, but it was still enjoyable.

Pleasant shivers run through him as you move your hips forward, digging into him.

Every hard blow to that nice spot made his cock twitch impatiently. As if he wanted to cum from the pleasure he was feeling. However, it wasn't an overwhelming pleasure that sent him over the edge right away. He needed time to build his orgasm.

But when you suddenly hit him hard with the toy, he moaned loudly as the tip dug straight into his prostate.

(You did to him what he is doing to you. You pressed yourself into him harder without warning)

Then you tried to move your hips faster.

Not only because you heard more and more of his moans.

But also because the vibrations in your core forced you to do it.

If only moving faster in it could make you orgasm faster...

"...My little girl wants more...?" he asked, then reached for the toy's remote control and increased the vibration level.

By then you were practically moaning as you moved your hips.

When you move, the toy also moves slightly. That's why... That's why it's even more fun to do...

"Like now...? ...Haaah!" he moaned as you shoved the toy into him, and you held it in one place, jamming it perfectly into a point by his prostate. Grinding against it.

His legs trembled.

He looked at you with glassy eyes of lust. His face and neck were red. 

The dick in his hand was furiously red. Impatient and begging for your attention. For you to sit on it or suck it off.

But alas, he won't get it.

He looked at you questioningly, wondering why you stopped.

Your face was charming and your hips trembled.

He smiled softly knowing you had come and the toy inside you was still working.

You were getting more sensitive.

But then you started moving your hips again, pressing your body hard against his before you sped up.

And with a loud moan he suddenly came, spilling his cum all over his hand and over his belly.

His muscular chest heaved heavily as streams of cum flowed from the top of it.

You grabbed his shaft, running your hand all over his veins, helping him get off his high.

You then pulled the toy out of him, allowing him to get comfortable.

You sat next to him and then lay down, tugging at the silicone left behind your pussy to get it out.

You brazenly put it on the bed, clenching your thighs together, and lay down on his shoulder when he offered it to you.

"I prefer it when you fuck me..." you murmured into his skin.

You started taking the straps off your body and placed the toy on the bed next to you as well.

"And I prefer to fuck you. So how, next attempts I'm supposed to fuck you, right?"

You nodded.

"Today you left my dick neglected so I have an idea. Additional trials. Let's try that too. I'll add it to my list, okay?"

"Fine... But nothing terrible..."

"I'm sure you'll agree to this. I promise. I know you like my cock more than the vibrator. So I'll just fuck you now."

"I'm satisfied with your moans..." You laughed.

"But I prefer to fuck you anyway. Mochi."

He closed his eyes for a moment and then smiled before opening them.

"Could I put some whipped cream on your tits next time and mochi on your pussy?"

[rodolfoparras]

this post made me GO BARKING CUZ GODDDRD

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C-NyXRVONi9/?igsh=MWlkOTQ0MDVjaTlzbA==

and I bet with my 2 pounds hands that he's the type after one round of intensity he'd say harder and JUST OUTRIGHT TOO LOUD FOR HIS OWN GODDD CPENCPEJPDEKPD and like. jealous Logan. I'll never get over that.

You just came back from an event while logan was gone doing.. his own stuffs (probably out killing or something), wearing a dapper suit in tuxedo (plus points if there's any red accessories on you or yellow even). It was nothing really, or so you thought, until logan is just straight up staring at you from the sofa (you didn't realize he had come home) and especially eyeing your tie he suddenly spoke out,

"Don't take those off."

He'd make his way towards you, and before you could remark on when the fuck did he just come home, he already kissing your lips hard and needy and hot, taking the tie himself and put it on him, unbuckling your belt to tie his own wrist before parting from the kiss and he held the end of the tie to his mouth. No words but only a gesture for you to take it like a leash, and you immediately knows what kind of mood he's in.

"I saw how y'all look at you, like hounds waiting for orders."

"Should I remind you how I'm the only one to make that cock of yours feel good?"

Cut to the chase of you tearing his bloody white beater and shorts, logan already locking his legs around your waist to make sure You're focusing on him, rubbing his hairy ass against your crotch.

"Just get on with it, I'll heal. I know you're fucking tired dealing with those motherfuckers at work right? Take it out on me, you wimp. I'm your one and only fucking dogs, so either you make me behave or I'm gonna go kill those shitty bitches who keep staring at you."

You entered him dryly, using his own precum as lube, and fuck him like your life depends on it.

but sure that's not enough, never is with someone as resistant and stubborn and bratty like logan. You have to make sure he's dumb so he won't even think why he's eve jealous in the first place.

so you make shift of what you could hold, or grab from the bedside drawer while he's distracted by how you're pounding his tight cunt

cock ring, your boxer a gag the first round, your hand busy pinching and playing with his chest, vibrating attached to his tip, lighter burning his skin,

you don't stop after he had came, oh no, you both know it'll never be enough

after 3 orgasms for himself from overstimulation, he'll go dumb

"Fuck, just like that! Harder, use that big cock!" "Spit on me, let me come please!" "Too much, haa, fuck me, Sir!" "I'm your only whore, mark me with your cum!" "Fuck~!"

By the time you've ruined him for hours, you tie the belt around his neck to piss into his mouth with come filling his ass, the plug used as a stopper,

"See? I'm your only toy, others won't be grateful like I am right now."

I'm just saying you know

-🪂

SUGAR BEE????????? JESUS FUCKING CHRIST HELLO?? WHY ARWNT YOU POSTING THIS OK YOUR BLOG THIS IS FUCKING AMAZING LOVE?3??44!!3!3!3!3!3 god I neee to fuck that man so bad he almost tears into pieces ppslslslslslslslsls

[phantomfox9]

Beacon Hills Halloween 

Part 2: Parrish

Parrish had somehow gotten roped into going to the pack’s Halloween party. He wasn’t the biggest fan of dressing up, but he’d been informed that he HAD to show up in costume (No his deputy uniform didn’t count. He’d asked). Lydia was a woman that you did not want to cross.

Still, he figured it would be better than spending the night handling the typical Halloween 911 disturbance calls. Last year he’d spent half the night washing vomit and orange glitter out of his cruiser. People really went nuts in celebration of the holiday. 

Parrish had just gotten off shift, and was currently walking through the isles of the local pop-up halloween store. They had a huge selection of different costumes, and he was having a hard time picking one out. A young man in uniform approached the deputy.

“Can I help you find something officer?” the man asked, smiling politely.

Parrish smiled back, and gave a shrug, “Maybe? To be honest I don’t even know what I’m looking for,” he chuckled. “I'm being forced to go to a party tonight and I’ve been told I need a costume,” he said, continuing to look through the racks of costumes.

The employee chuckled, “I take it Halloween isn’t your favorite holiday?” he asked.

Parrish sighed, “I don’t know. I don’t hate it. I just get tired of dealing with drunk and rowdy college kids. Hard to have fun when you always have to be the responsible adult.”

The man smiled, “Well if that’s how you feel, might I suggest this one?” he said, plucking a costume bag from the rack without even looking, and handing it to the deputy. Parrish, intrigued, took the bag and inspected it.

He then sighed, “The Frat Boy? Really?” he asked skeptically.

The employee just shrugged. “Well you know what they say? If you can’t beat them, join them! Besides, maybe you’ll get to see what all the fuss is about,” he smiled. Parrish couldn’t help but feel slightly unnerved by the smiling man; feeling like he was being left in the dark about something.

That being said, it was getting late, and he’d have to pick something. Plus this costume seemed pretty simple. Just some sneakers, some basketball shorts, and a baseball cap. “Seems like stuff I could just find in my closet?” Parrish thought, “Hardly worth the money.”

Still, the price tag wasn’t that expensive, and at least he wouldn't have to wear any makeup or prosthetics. He also didn’t want to be rude and reject the employee’s choice.

“You can try it on over here,” the young man smiled, leading Parrish over to a small changing room. He pulled back the curtain, and ushered Parrish inside. “I’ll come back and check on you later. Just holler if you need anything,” he smiled, before pulling the curtain shut.

“Thank you … ,” Parrish called back, “I think?” he muttered to himself.

He quickly stripped out of his deputy uniform, standing in just his boxer briefs. Seeing nowhere to hang up his clothes, he decided to lay his pants and shirt over the curtain rod. Not noticing that they were pulled down from the other side the moment he turned his back.

Parrish then inspected the costume once again. “I hope Lydia won’t be too upset that I didn’t go for something more dramatic,” he said to himself. “Hopefully she’ll be too distracted by the sight of me shirtless to notice,” he chuckled, referring to the fact the costume didn’t include a shirt. The model on the front of the bag, proudly showing off his abs.

Parrish sighed before stepping into the basketball shorts and pulling them up his legs till they sat snuggly around his waist. He then pulled the baseball cap over his head, turning it backwards like the model on the bag. As he did, he thought he felt a slight tingle shoot down his spine.

Shaking it off as nothing, he turned and looked at himself in the changing room mirror. “Yeah there’s no way she’ll be happy with this,” Parrish thought. He looked more like he was getting ready for a day off from work, than for a Halloween party.

He sighed, figuring he’d have to find something else. “At least I look pretty good,” he smiled, flexing one of his arms. “Could do with some more cardio though,” he thought, inspecting the slight muscle gut he was developing. “Probably too much time doing paperwork,” he frowned.

Just as he thought that, he felt a warm tingling spread throughout his body. He then watched his reflection in the mirror, as his slight gut slowly receded. The extra thickness gradually flattened out until it had become a perfect six pack.

Parrish gasped, “What The Hell!”

He didn’t have time to think too hard about it though, before the tingling spread to his beefy pecs, which gradually became smaller and slimmer. They now looked more like those of an instagram pretty boy, than those of a hardened police officer.

The tingling then traveled on to his arms, which also gradually lost their impressive size. Slimming down the giant biceps that were constantly straining his uniform sleeves, to more toned and trim arms that while still impressive, were nowhere near the amateur bodybuilder size that they had been moments before.

Parrish, still too confused and in awe of what was happening, didn’t react apart from watching the transformation unfold. “Am I? Am I getting younger?” he whispered.

The deputy watched as he lost any signs of age. He wasn’t that old, still being in his twenties, but the effects of a stressful job as an officer in Beacon Hills of all places, had definitely aged him a bit prematurely. Aged him in ways that were currently being undone. His hair grew slightly fuller and more vibrant. His slight crows feet and wrinkles faded away, replaced by smooth and supple skin. His five o'clock shadow vanished, leaving a smooth and youthful face.

Parrish gasped as he inspected himself. “I look like I’m nineteen again,” he said in fascination. He began to smile as he took in his new appearance, starting to enjoy the changes. “Man, I forgot how good I looked at this age!” he laughed, “Wait until people get a load of the new me!” he said, with all the excitement of an actual nineteen year old.

As he caressed his abs, and flexed his biceps, Parrish was completely oblivious to the fact that any memories he had prior to being nineteen were quickly vanishing from his mind. Memories of the pack, of being in the military, of being a deputy, all disappeared as the young man posed and admired his young body. His IQ drained quickly, leaving the young man with more good looks than brains.

Just as he pulled down his shorts to get a better look at his toned legs and his bubble butt, the curtain to the dressing room was pulled back.

“Well Well, I can see someone is finally having some fun.” the employee from before smirked. “How is everything?” he asked.

“Great dude!” Parrish replied excitedly, “I mean how can it not be when I look like this,” he bragged, gesturing to his practically naked body. “I’m gonna get so much action at the party tonight! Not that I don’t already. None of the guys in my frat can resist this cock, or this ass,” he smiled, going back to checking out his behind in the mirror.

The employee frowned at this, “Huh, wasn’t expecting that. Guess that frat boy had a few secrets,” he thought, watching the now apparently gay frat boy check himself out. “Well I hate to interrupt your fun, but it's closing time,” the employee smirked.

Parrish pouted, “Ahh man! I didn’t even find a costume! Wait didn’t I … ? Uh .. , didn’t I leave my clothes on the curtain rod?” he muttered, pulling his cap off and scratching his head in confusion.

The employee, without skipping a beat, smiled, “Oh No. You only came in wearing the clothes you have on now,” he answered smoothly.

Parrish frowned, then gave a shrug, “Huh, weird. I’m such a dumb frat boy. I’d forget my own cock if it wasn’t attached to me,” he laughed, groping his bulge through his underwear.

Just as he was about to put his clothes back on, he spotted the costume bag in the employee’s hand. “Hey! What about that costume? It looks pretty good to me,” he asked excitedly, pointing at the bag.

It was labeled “The Deputy,” and the image on the front depicted a muscular police officer, complete with badge and gun.

The employee paled, but quickly regained his composure and gave a shrug, “You could, but if you ask me, I think you look great as is. Why cover that body with a costume, and deprive people of seeing it?” he smirked.

Parrish perked up at that, “Yeah! You’re right bro! Why do I need a costume when all the guys wanna see this,” he grinned, gesturing to his bare body. “Guess I better get going. Don’t want to miss out on all the fun!” he smiled.

He pulled his shorts back on and slipped his feet into his basketball sneakers. He secured his baseball cap and walked past the employee.

“Hope you have a Happy Halloween,” the employee said to Parrish on his way out.

The young man turned around and smiled, “You know it dude! Best night of the year!” he cheered before exiting the store.

[lunchbox-for-gays]

hi spare Sniper NSFW headcanons??? thank u :)

SNIPER GAMING (NSFW headcanons)

Uncut(like most of the mercs but I'm mentioning it now because it's important later) but oh fuck his tip is RED.

A good length, as in average, and thin. It's surprisingly pretty nice in texture and fits him perfectly

No visible veins but does feel like it when he gets close

This man is hairy everywhere. It's a little itchy trying to have softer intimate times but he might shave if you ask nicely... Maybe though, he this he looks better with more hair

Not very sensitive both prostate wise and dick wise, but he loves having you get him off

Has a few kinks such as bondage, pred/prey, knife play, and biting. He's way too scared of making it obvious in case you're not interested, so he tends to just think about it when he has alone time

He tries to bathe regularly for you, yet when he tries cleaning his sex it makes him a little self conscious that he's uncircumcised

Unknown to him, he might have a scent kink and wants you to get in on it too by wearing cologne. Not too strong but just enough to make you remember that smell

Doesn't own any special toys but would love to have you test some on him

He's rough in bed after some time, but ohhhh being gentle with you and even having sleepy sex or make outs gets him so much more satisfied it's unbelievable

Dear God someone eat this man out. He makes such pretty grunts and moans. He could cum untouched just by that alone

Speaking of oral, he has no preference over giving or receiving. He only goes slow giving, he's too scared of whoring himself out by making sounds, and trust me he can get loud pleasing someone with his mouth

Did I ever mention he's more of a pillow humper than someone who actually jerks off?

If you want to watch him, he'll make a show out of it, as if asking for you to take the lead. Teasing himself and touching his chest, little pleas under his breath, the whole nine yards

Babes... don't ruin his orgasm unless you plan on making it up to him, he will cry no joke

IF and ONLY IF you want to overstim him, you have to go through the same thing later. It's only fair >:(

You know how I said he's afraid of whoring himself out? Yeah, technically he also wants that so bad

If it's one thing that he has imagined but won't try, it's lingerie. Yes he might but some but he's never going to show you it. If you're wondering, yes he has worn some under his regular outfits.(Spy is the only one who knows about it, he knows when someone is up to something like that) It was white and lacy: thigh highs and thigh garters, see-through short lace boxers with a teeny tiny bow at the top, a tank top with a deep plunge where his metaphorical cleavage would go... Oh goodness where's the nsfw artists when you need them?

Mega fat ass. Like damn sheesh where do you hide it all? (The secret is tight boxers and big pants)

That's... All I have... Maybe I'll write something where he gets to show off the lingerie on accident....

>:))

[scolbert22]

Requests? Sure!

Male stripper gains weight during striptease/lapdance

Cheeks

Andre had never heard of Cheeks before getting invited to apply, but after working mainly lame bachelorette parties, the more than competitive hourly rate of the club practically made him drool.

He walked up to the entrance of the given address and knocked on the door. A tall, muscular man in a pitch black suit stepped out. He had blonde hair molded into a slicked back pompadour and a thick blonde beard, both streaked with silver. The man seemed to look directly through Andre's brown eyes with his silver ones.

"Are you the new dancer?" He asked, his expression unreadable.

"U-uh, yeah.." Andre replied lamely, fiddling with the drawstring on his hoodie. He was still pretty imposing, having kept up his muscles from his high school basketball days, but this strange man was at least a head taller than him and much wider.

"Alright, I'm the guy you gotta impress. Strip, let's see what we're working with."

Andre balked a bit. "Uh, aren't there supposed to be, I-I mean I've only ever done this for...girls." Why was he being such a wuss around this guy?

"Listen man, Cheeks has all sorts of clientele. If you're not comfortable stripping in a professional setting, you can go back to doing naughty birthday parties for old ladies." The giant viking scoffed down at him. Andre looked toward the door for a moment, took a deep breath, and then began stripping.

He tried not to think to hard about the silvery eyes tracing his torso as he pulled off his hoodie, and then shucked off his sneakers. Finally, he slid off his basketball shorts, revealing a pair of red boxer briefs. The man circled him appraisingly, then sighed.

"Well, you're awfully scrawny, but we can fix that once you're on the job." Scrawny? Andre appraised himself in the wall of mirrors across the room. His wide back, tight abs, and perky little butt could hardly be called scrawny! The man continued. "As for your choice of underwear...is that what you're planning on wearing to work?" He seemed very unimpressed.

"...No" Andre lied unconvincingly.

The larger man sighed and rolled his eyes. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a bundle of fabric, and then tossed it at Andre. He caught it easily, but as he unfolded it he suddenly wished he hadn't.

It was a pink jockstrap with a cartoon pig on the front, and the strip club's logo on the waistband.

"What the fuck?" he yelled, tossing them to the ground in disgust. "You know what, forget this place!" He started walking toward the door, and then he heard the man laugh dismissively.

"Typical straight boy, afraid to actually do the work. Hopefully you'll find a club that lets you strip in plaid boxers."

Andre knew it was a challenge. He knew he was being egged on. But something in him couldn't let it drop. He turned around, glaring, and picked up the jock, stripping in front of the giant man who smirked, clearly amused. He pulled the pink jock over his 8 inch, bobbing dick and felt the straps snap against his butt. As he did, he felt a quick jolting sensation, almost like a static shock but...pleasurable? He grunted softly.

"Wow, didn't think you had it in you, little man." The blonde grinned teasingly. He pulled up a chair from a nearby table and sat in it, legs spread wide apart. "Now show me what you can do."

Andre glared at him, but a deep, indulgent R&B song started playing on the overhead speakers. The nearly naked man started undulating in front of his tormentor. He brought a hand down SMACK against his exposed ass and dragged it upwards, across his body, over his pecs and then into the air as he slowly dipped in a suggestive manner. He barely noticed that his flesh dragged along slightly with his hand before bouncing back into place. It had never done that before. He didn't have time to think about that, though.

The blonde viking slapped his own wide thigh insistently with a meaty hand, which shook Andre out of his rhythm, causing him to stand up straight. His pecs and...abs?...wobbled a bit in shock, and then he made his way toward the man. he spun around, meaning to tease the man with his ass, just too far away to brush against him. However, he must have miscalculated because his ass rubbed closely against the man's black suit.

The feeling was electric. His ass was soooo sensitive, a feeling that he had never experienced before. His voice was normally super deep but he couldn't help but let out a girlish moan.

At that, the larger man put a hand on both sides of his ass roughly, causing the flesh to ripple in an unfamiliar way, before bring him down on to his suited package. Andre squealed in unbridled pleasure before he could catch himself. And then he saw himself in the mirror.

The slim, goateed basketball player who had entered Cheeks had been replaced by someone nearly unrecognizable. Thick thighs let up to a fat, plush ass, that nipped into a comparatively tiny waist where there was not a single ab left to be seen. Instead, he had a smooth tummy that bounced and jiggled with his squirming. His torso was capped with a pair of thick, bouncing breasts. Atop it all, he saw his flushed face with its round cheeks and double chin, making expressions he'd never seen outside of hardcore porn. Worst of all? His dick, which had been nearly swallowed by his thick new thighs, was standing at a 90 degree angle from his body.

Finally, the song ended, and the blonde man pushed him up to his feet. The jockstrap seemed to dissolve in a flash of green, leaving the chubby, horny stripper standing naked.

"There, that's both problems solved!" the taller man smirked. "Now why don't you be a good boy and buy some appropriate costumes for your new act? You start tomorrow night"

The dumbstruck cub wanted to cuss this man out, to demand that he return him to his old size.

Instead, he replied "Yes Daddy, thank you!" He wasn't sure where that had come from, or why it tasted so right coming out of his plump new lips.

The viking grinned down at him, flashing white, wolfish teeth. "Daddy? I like that, keep it up." He reached around and smacked Andre's new double-wide rump.

"ooooOOOHHHH!!!" Andre's voice went up an octave as he shrieked in delight at the sensation. He came instantly onto the polished floor and fell back onto his new padded seat.

The man snorted derisively, straightening his black tie. "And clean that up before you leave. This is a respectable business."

[m4xence]

My Precious Doll

Dottoscara fanfiction // nsfw 🧪☂️

He shoved the older Harbinger into the room. Before he could close the door, the Doctor slid the mask off his face and pressed their lips together. Scaramouche sighed softly, his arms around the older's neck.

Dottore pressed his body harder against the younger one. His hands roamed the waist of the Sixth Harbinger. The kiss was getting more aggressive. Scaramouche bit down on the Doctor's lower lip, making him growl in pleasure. The metallic taste of blood made the younger one more and more excited. After a moment, he gently pushed the Second Harbinger aside. Both of them were panting as if they had run a marathon. A trickle of saliva slid from the corner of Scaramouche's mouth. The Doctor noticed this and wiped it away with his fingertip.

Suddenly, the younger one sensed how excited the Second Harbinger was.

"Are you hard from just one kiss?" Scaramouche loved to tease Dottore. Not only him, but the Doctor's clones also became victims of little playful teasing.

"Don't forget it's your fault, Scaramouche," growled Dottore. "You wear a see-through outfit and then sit on my desk. No one would pass up such an opportunity" he licked his lower lip looking at the younger.

"We don't have any important meeting today so we can do something more interesting~" Scaramouche purred as he ran his fingers across Dottore's chest.

The second Harbinger smiled to himself, showing sharp teeth. He quickly grabbed the younger by the waist and pulled him closer. He connected their lips again in a kiss and began to gently push Scaramouche towards the bed.

The younger fell on the soft sheets and looked at the Doctor. The red-eyed man began to slowly undo the buttons on his shirt. The sixth Harbinger stared greedily at every exposed bit of chest. Dottore slid his shirt off his shoulders. The clothes fell to the floor, but Harbinger didn't care. He slowly began to undo his pants. He did it all to playfully tease Scaramouche.

"Hurry the hell up. I don't have all day," the Sixth Harbinger muttered impatiently. He dug his nails into his thigh, feeling wet between his legs.

Dottore bit his bottom lip and pulled his pants down. Scaramouche could see how hard the Doctor's penis was. The red-eyed one came closer and spread the younger's legs. He smirked as he saw the wet stain on Scaramouche's shorts.

"Someone here is very excited~" he giggled before moving closer and grabbing Scaramouche's shorts with his teeth. He quickly slid them off his body and then stood up slightly. His two fingers went to the younger's boxers. He touched the fabric lightly with his fingertips and felt how wet Harbinger was.

Scaramouche moaned softly and immediately covered his mouth with the back of his hand. He felt his cheeks burn. There's no way he's moaning when the Doctor barely touched him.

Dottore, taking advantage of Harbinger's distraction, slipped his boxers off. He licked his lips as he saw his clit was wet.

"Not so fast, Dottore," Scaramouche got up and took the leash from under the pillow. The Doctor's red eyes flashed with excitement. The younger Harbinger attached the leash to the man's harness. "You know, I like it when you dominate, but..." Scaramouche tugged at the leash and pulled the Second Harbinger closer. "You look so fucking cute when you're on a leash. Why don't you start acting like a puppy, huh?"

"You do realize you're going to regret this, Scaramouche?" The doctor was about to get up, but the younger one tugged at the leash.

"You're funny if you think I'm going to let you go since you have a big bulge in your pants. Something needs to be done about that, don't you think?" Scaramouche put his feet on the Doctor's shoulders and pulled him closer.

Suddenly, he tugged on the leash, bringing the blue-haired man closer to his crotch. "Come on, what are you waiting for?"

"The next experiment I perform on you will be more painful." Dottore looked Scaramouche straight in the eye, then playfully ran his tongue over his clitoris.

The shorter moaned softly in pleasure and then pulled the leash again. Dottore's hands slid down Harbinger's legs and slowly moved up to his thighs. The Doctor's nails dug into the delicate skin. There will be red marks from their play. His tongue moved faster, stimulating every sensitive spot.

"Fuck, Dottore..." Scaramouche moaned louder, his fingers slid into the Second Harbinger's blue hair. The man smiled under his breath and then his tongue was inside the younger one. "Fuck... A-ahh~" The Sixth Harbinger dug his nails into the pillow that was under his head. He moved his hips slightly so that the elder's tongue hooked on all the sensitive places.

Suddenly the leash dropped from his hand. Dottore took the opportunity and pulled the younger one by the thighs, bringing him closer. The red-eyed man began to suck his clitoris. Scaramouche wanted to wrap his legs around the Doctor's neck, but at the last moment, the man pinned the younger one to the bed.

"Dottore, you...fuck o-oh~" Harbinger covered his mouth with his hand as he felt the Doctor's two fingers inside him. He moved his thighs desperately, trying to direct the red-eyed man to his G-spot.

"I said you'd regret treating me like a dog on a leash." Dottore began to move his fingers faster, teasing the sensitive spots.

"Yes, ah... Please, here... Harder..." Scaramouche moaned loudly, his eyes rolling back. He dug his nails into the pillow until the pads turned white. 

Dottore was a sadist. He knew exactly where to touch him to make him squirm. Scaramouche bit his lower lip, trying to muffle all the sounds. The last thing he wanted was for the lower-ranking Fatui to hear him. Almost all the young recruits stayed out of his way, and he often heard how some were even afraid of him. He didn't want any of them to hear him squirm in pleasure as Dottore moved his fingers faster and faster.

Scaramouche could almost feel the warmth spreading through his body, but suddenly Dottore moved away. He moved his hips, trying to rub against the sheets, seeking friction.

He would like to start begging the other man not to stop and take him here and now. However, he had his honour and was not going to give Dottore that satisfaction.

The Second Harbinger rose from his knees as if he were about to leave Scaramouche half-satisfied, but suddenly he pushed the shorter man against the bed.

"My precious doll," he ran his finger along Scaramouche's jaw. "You are so beautiful and only mine."

"Can you finally fuck me instead of talking?" he rolled his eyes. He liked it when Dottore gave him attention, kissing every inch of skin and purring that Scaramouche was his alone, but now the arousal was almost driving him crazy.

"Patience, doll," the Second Harbinger purred, kissing the shorter one's neck. He sucked and bit the skin, slowly removing the last piece of clothing. His cock was already swollen and pre-ejaculate was leaking from the tip. Without hesitation, Dottore moved his hips and thrust into Scaramouche's pussy. 

The man moaned louder, not caring if anyone heard them. He wrapped his legs around the Doctor's thighs and dug his nails into his back, almost tearing his shirt.

"Should I remind you how many of my shirts you ruined?"

"Oh shut up Dottore. I'll buy you a new one" Scaramouche started moving his hips faster feeling the Doctor's cock hitting all his sensitive spots. "Dottore~!"

The bed creaked beneath them and the moans became louder. With every second, Scaramouche was getting closer. He grabbed Dottore's collar and pressed his lips against his.

 "Doll…" The second Harbinger growled softly as the shorter one bit his lip.

"Cum in me, Dottore," Scaramouche smirked to himself as his pussy tightened around the Doctor's cock.

The Sixth Harbinger was pressed closer to the bed and finally felt a pleasant warmth. He moaned his lover's name as he came.

The older one panted like he had run a marathon and pulled out of the younger one. He rose a little and plopped down on the bed. Scaramouche closed his eyes, enjoying the post-orgasmic pleasure.

"Scaramouche bloody hell." Dottore threw a slightly torn shirt at his partner. "What did I say about ruining my clothes?"

"It's just a shirt, I'll buy you a new one" he rolled his eyes. "At least we didn't break the bed like last time."

[hazzybat]

Hiiii! The last chapter was my first time reading Bo(jan) (or even really considering them as a ship) and now I'm low-key obsessed with them together??? I love that you're doing ficlets and was trying to think of one that didn't feel like it would cause spoilers, and I was thinking I'd love to read about one of the times Bojan and Jan had their hands down eachothers pants backstage (as Bojan described in the last chapter lol) Backstage semi public sex? Hot. Maybe the first time they messed around? Thank you!! And no worries if you don't want to write it!

i've been saving this ask and tbh I ended up with something pretty rough but it was a good little exercise to get me back into writing after my break. Hopefully you still like it even if it's very short and pretty rough. have some Bo(jan) greenroom sex. kinda.

Bojan and Jan were utilising the adrenaline rush they felt after their first concert together the best way they knew how. Martin and Kris had been stolen away for congratulatory drinks by their vampire clan and Jure had found a girl willing to let him possess her in order to get drunk. That left Jan and Bojan alone in the greenroom. Bojan found it funny how similar arousal and excitement tasted to each other.

As soon as they entered the space Bojan pressed his lips to Jan, kissing him hungrily, needily as Jan instinctively wrapped his arms around the shorter man’s waist. Bojan pushed him to the couch and straddled his lap, lips pressed against the werewolf’s neck. The incubus wasted no time, figuring the bulge he felt in Jan’s jeans was a good enough indication as any he wanted this too.

“Bojan…” Jan moaned out, eyes rolling back as Bojan sucked a mark on his neck, wanting to feed on the delicious taste that hung thick in the air.

“What is it?” Bojan asked, voice low and dripping in desire. He felt a hand in his hair and Jan pulled him back so the werewolf’s lips were against his ear.

“Touch me, please,” Jan growled, sending shivers down Bojan’s spine. He did so eagerly, unzipping his jeans and taking out his boxer-clad dick. Jan was a good size, thick and already leaking precome. It might have been due to Bojan wearing a particularly sultry outfit for their first gig, swaying his hips seductively and playing with the hair of all his bandmates during their performance. Foreplay was his speciality and he’d been working Jan up the moment he stepped on stage.

Jan captured his lips and Bojan’s hand sped up as it jerked him off, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Jan came quietly, mouth open and hand gripping Bojan’s bicep as his cum stained his boxers.

He was panting as he met Bojan’s eyes, pupils still lust filled as he pulled the incubus close, kissing him over and over, his hand snaking down to cup Bojan’s own neglected length. It didn’t take much, a bit of grinding and touching and filthy words Bojan was shocked Jan was so good at using. He came muttering thank yous into Jan’s neck.

As they lay there, panting against each other, the door opened and an attractive girl walked in, her eyes covered in a milky white film. Walked in might have been a bit generous. Stumbled in would be more accurate.

“Oh fuck am I interrupting a feed or something? Shit sorry guys,” Jure’s voice came out of the woman, his speech slurred. Evidently he’d found a host with a low alcohol tolerance.

“Please tell me she can’t see us right now,” Jan said, his hands on Bojan’s hips, holding the demon close to him and using his body to shield any prying eyes from the mess between them.

“eeeeehhhh, probably not. They can’t… uhhhhhh….. see… stuff…. unless I let them,” Jure said, finishing his sentence much more confidently than he started it, his alcohol-filled mind evidently struggling a bit to find the words.

Bojan couldn’t help but chuckle at the drummer, his hands now wandering over the body he was possessing, ignoring the two men entwined on the couch. Bojan leaned in again to kiss Jan, slower and sweeter than before. He murmured a soft “thank you,” against his lips before finally pulling himself off Jan’s lap and going to the bathroom to help clean them both up.

[nuriaredgrave]

Prompt #18: A Fish Out of Water

Dane trudged onward through the Coerthan wastes, nearly up to her knees in the thick snow. Even under 3 layers of clothes and a heavy scarf the freezing wind was no slouch, nipping at her skin and forming a thin layer of frost around her tail. Just as the harsh conditions began to wear on her, she spotted a dim light just ahead through the wintry haze. A rest stop perhaps? Her pace quickened as she stomped toward it.

As it fully came into view, she realized it was nothing more than a cheaply built shack with a lantern hanging from its roof. Likely just a storage shed or something. No sooner did she sigh with disappointment and begin to turn back, than did the door violently swing open. Practically leaping from inside came a pale redheaded man, diving into the snow wearing nothing but boxer shorts. She stared in bewilderment as he gleefully rolled around in the deep frozen powder, and couldn't help but let out a confused chuckle. Who the hell was this guy?

She watched him roll around for a short while before he suddenly stopped in place, slowly turning his head toward the Raen stranger. The two of them stared at each other curiously for a moment, neither saying a word. The man looked to his door, then to her, then down at himself, then back to her. "I uh..." he muttered, "I was just...it was...I was, uh...the porch." Dane raised an eyebrow, "...The porch." She glanced behind him. If there was anything this place didn't have it was in fact, a porch.

The man jumped up out of the snow, dusting the clumps and frost from his body. He put on his best "I'm not a freak, I promise" smile and tried to greet her. "Name's Nuria! Or...well, actually I guess you didn't ask. Probably not gonna come through here like, basically ever again either so that was probably weird to do.." She took a step toward him. Despite making the strangest first impression she'd ever seen, he didn't seem half bad. She didn't feel threatened or even uncomfortable, this truly was just a weird little guy out here by himself. He did make her laugh, for whatever that was worth.

The Au Ra lowered her scarf. "Nah, it's cool. I'm Dane." Nuria's face glowed with excitement. It was rare that he met anyone out here, let alone someone who stuck around long enough to exchange names. He suddenly felt twice as awkward in his less-than-dressed state and scrambled closer to the door. "Well Dane, it was cool meeting you! I'm gonna...get back inside now, I think. See you around, maybe?" Dane thought on that for a second. "Actually.." she said, "I was looking for somewhere to take a break. Can I come in for a bit?"

Nuria's eyes lit up and he grinned from ear to ear. "Of course!! Gimme a sec to throw some clothes on and you're good to stay as long as you like. I'll put some hot cocoa on and everything!" Just like that, the snow-dwelling oddball disappeared into his shack to make himself presentable. Dane stood there waiting, wondering whether this really was the best idea. She knew quite literally nothing about this strange fellow, yet here she was about to hang out with him. Wasn't this kind of dangerous? "Nah" Dane said to herself, smiling. "This guy seems alright."