#pecs destroyed

[cream-stew]

How about monsterfcking with Neuvillette? Him in his dragon form pounding and breeding reader's pussy until his cum leaks out and when Neuvillette saw his cum leaking out he tries to push it back in using his thick fingers but it just won't stay inside, a lot of his cum wasted so he fucked Reader full again with a new batch of cum and cockwarmed him after their down<3

(What if after they have sex, Neuvillette carries Reader to the bathroom to clean both of them and Neuvillette still inside of Reader but ended up fucking when Neuvillette and Reader are inside of the bathtub)

Sorry if my grammar is wrong! English is my third language hehe and I'm still learning

🔞minors dni

warnings: afab reader, breeding, creampie, multiple orgasms, squirting, tummy bulge, size kink, mosterfucking

// note: no worries anon I could understand perfectly <3 thank you for the request this was fun

he's bigger than you even in his more human form, but like this, arms and legs covered in light blue scales, thick horns crowning his head, he's just. huge. straight up huge. he has you in a mating press and your face can barely reach his pecs, your legs can't even hook on his shoulders, they're ramrod straight as he grips your ankles in his big hands.

his cock is a really tight fit too... your pussy is stretched to the limit as he pounds into you, leaving you gaping each time he pulls out before slamming back inside with full force. now you can really understand why he decided to fuck you on the floor this time, putting down soft blankets and pillows so that you'd still be comfortable, but simply refusing to do it on the bed: he would have destroyed it in minutes, his strength and stamina in his half dragon form is insane!

when he finally cums inside you, when you're well on your way to a fourth orgasm, you think maybe he'll calm down a little but nope... he just changes tactics, never pulling out completely again, bc he doesn't want his cum to leak out of you :(

he keeps fucking you with really shallow thrusts, just as fast as he did previously, praising and encouraging you to just hold on for "a little longer" bc he needs to cum again, to claim you fully and stuff your cute little pussy to the brim :(

your eyes are tearing up a lil by then, but it feels so good that you can't find it in you to complain... so you let him pump you full one, twice more, until you hear him grumble and mutter something under his breath, until his huge fingers replace his monstrous cock, trying to fuck the cum back inside you. "what a waste" he complains. in his lustful haze he doesn't understand that your pussy is way too small to hold on to all that cum, so the only solution he can find is to fuck you again...

except this time, after pounding into you so so roughly, making you squirt on his cock for who knows how many times, he doesn't pull out after cumming... he just makes you cockwarm him, thinking that there's no way it'll leak out if he keeps your pussy sealed off like that!

it's hours before he allows you to move, but he still doesn't let you go, carrying you to the bathroom with his rock hard cock still buried snugly against your cervix, an evident bulge in your tummy. he summons enough warm water to fill the tub before lowering the both of you inside, effectively making you straddle his hips as the new position allows his cock to reach even deeper inside your womb.

it'd be relaxing, the warm water soothing your sore muscles, if he didn't grab you by the hips to move you back and forth on his cock :/ he uses you like a fleshlight, bouncing you up and down and jerking off inside your pussy as you desperately clutch to his shoulders, moaning and babbling, and when he doesn't stop even after cumming one more time inside, you just accept that you're going to fall asleep in his arms, and he's probably going to keep fucking you through it until you wake up in the morning🥺🥺

[bi-writes]

ok wait pause i have a question. first date, but like, real, you are my girlfriend date ? or like how'd they define their relationship (⁠人⁠ ⁠•��⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

he's...fun.

it's just sex. mind-blowing, back-numbing, pussy-destroying sex. this man is pushing 40, and you swear you've never felt so out of breath. you convince yourself it's the military thing--he's used to pushing himself, exerting energy, testing the limits of his stamina. but holy shit, you'd think after round four, this man would take a quick nap or something, but no.

he's still balls-deep, hitting it from the back since you can't even keep yourself upright any longer. your skirt lays haphazardly thrown onto the floor, and oh--there's your panties, too, ripped to lacy shreds.

holy shit, this man is more than ten years older than you, and you've never been so out of your fucking mind--

"tha' the spot, love?" his voice is so condescending. he knows he's got you brainless. there's drool staining your lips, and you paw at the sheets for a better grip, but it's useless.

"y-yes, captain."

the low groan that leaves him makes you smile. he might have the upper hand, but if you really wanted to, you could make him come right now, too fast, too much.

you're in bliss. everything is bliss. you're still recovering from what must be the fifth or sixth orgasm--not as good as the second or third one, but still enough to make you cry fat, pleasured tears. you're shaking, in a good way, sinking to your stomach on the bed and pressing your face into his pillow.

"hmm..." your voice is soft and gooey, and when you take a deep breath, you get a long whiff of him. he smells good. clean. earthy. you tasted cigar smoke in his mouth earlier, and you can smell it here, too. just as you relax, you feel the weight of him on your back, and then his lips. he's kissing along your shoulder to your neck and then up your jaw. you tilt your head to give him room, your eyes shutting as his beard scruffs against your skin and his mouth laps at your chin. "i gotta go, john."

you giggle when he lays his entire body on top of yours, trapping you there. you reach up and grip the back of his neck, whining as he flattens his tongue against your jaw and swirls it there.

"john...i gotta go."

"why?"

"mmm..." you thumb at the hair along his scalp, shaking your head. "don't do this."

"not doing anythin'."

"we don't sleep over."

"what, is tha' some kind of rule? sounds mad."

you turn over a little, looking up at him. you cup his beard in both hands, giving him a chaste kiss.

"don't ruin it," you say softly. "this is supposed to be fun."

he tilts his head to the side. he looks so funny without a hat. you've seen him in a beanie, a boonie hat, a cap, you love them all on him. he looks nice like this, too, though--ass naked with his dog tags dangling against his sweaty pecs.

john's eyes twitch a little at your indifference. he settles on his side, leaning over you, and just as you move to get up, he reaches and grips at your face with a big paw of a hand. you clutch at his forearm, big and solid, and your lips pucker as he pulls you closer to him.

"y'r a bad liar, love," he mutters, shaking his head. "fear doesn't suit you."

"i'm not fucking scared."

"who was it?"

you glare up at him, struggling a bit under him. it's a stupid thing to think that you could get away from him. john is not moveable. he's a big fucking tree trunk of a man, with roots that burrow, and you are truly naïve if you think he'll let you up without an answer.

"shut the fuck up, john," you spit at him, but all he does is raise a brow. he's immune to your bite. he's not phased by your sour attempt at insulting him. in fact, it's what drew him to your bed in the first place--certified brat-tamer, captain john price. "you think you're so fucking smart. think you know everything, just because you've got a few years on me, well let me tell you, john--not everything is a fucking lesson learned. you're a military muppet with a decent cock, and that's all you'll ever be to me."

"tha' right?"

"you'll never put me first. you've got one woman, and that's the job, and that's fucking fine, john, but don't make this something it's not. you're lonely, and old, and your failed relationships don't make you wiser, they make you delusional for thinking that doing this again could ever--"

your breath falters when he kisses you. he squeezes your jaw a little harder, forcing your mouth to open, and you moan, squeezing your thighs together when he licks into your mouth and holds you there for him to play with.

"i do have other obligations. my men, the job..." he brushes the hair out of your eyes, and he presses his forehead to yours when he sees the tremble of your bottom lip and the wet look in your eyes. "but i don't do casual, sweetheart. it's all or nothing f'me."

your hand grips his wrist, squeezing tight, and you blink up at him. he's so close. he's right here. blue eyes, greying beard, a sad expression. he's not afraid of dying alone, but he is afraid of wasting time.

"please don't do this to me, john." your voice cracks, and he shrugs. he's sorry, but he's not sorry enough. not enough to let you go--and you're not strong enough to tell him no. it has to be him, but it won't be.

"it's alright," john whispers, but he knows it won't be. he's known you not but a few weeks, but he's made up his mind. he doesn't understand casual. even from the moment he saw you in that bar, it wasn't fleeting, it was definitive. it would be his. you would be his.

even if you were actually someone else's. even if you were bound to someone else. even if you weren't alone, it was already decided.

john's teeth are stuck here, right here, in the hollow of your throat. his fingers are twisted between the chords of your heart and in the spaces between your ribs. if he lets go, he'll break you apart.

so he's never going to let go.

[petew21-blog]

Homophobic gym teacher, part 2

I was almost afraid to go to sleep after fucking Jake last night. He went off back home with a sore ass. No wonder when Mr. Mills’s dick is so huge, he’s extremely hung! I am now, hehe.

So yeah, I was afraid that we might switch back. And guess what?! Fuck yeah we didn’t. Shut, I’m already thinking more swear words than before, guess that must be a side effect of being in Mr. Mills’s body. Or of having such a huge body!

Oh man, I freaking love the pecs. I don’t know if I’d rather keep this body or be someone else to enjoy this body from a different point of view. It sure is a big change from my regular body. I wonder how Mr. Mills is doing in mine. Screw that idiot, I’ll enjoy a lot of him today at school. Gotta start the morning right first!

I pulled the briefs and set free my new manhood, already semi-hard

After enjoying a nice jerk-off session, for the first time in my life just appreciating my body, I went to the shower to clean myself off.

I have to find a way to stay in this body, this is something that I just can’t give up.

I stood naked in the bathroom, watching my reflection. Doing poses. I got a bit curious. I searched and found a tape measure. “Let’s see how big you really are.” I jerked it a bit to get hard again, which didn’t take me long. “Holy shit… Daddy is hung!”

Suddenly my phone vibrated. Unknown number. It was a text from Jake.”Are you still him?”

I called him on facetime. “Sup fag.”

Jake:”Dude, you’re still in his body! That is so amazing!”

Me:”How is your ass?”

Jake:”Hurts like hell, but definitely worth it. I can’t wait to see you again.”

Me:”We gotta be careful around Mills and others, ok?”

Jake:”But what if I’ll be too horny? I tasted blood and I want moooore!”

Me:”Can’t get enough of these bad boys?” I said and flexed.

Jake:”Oh man. I wanna tell everyone that Mills fucked me. Wait… is that tape measurei n your hand? You dirty bastard. So how big is it?” Me:”Almost nine freaking inches! Crazy right?!”

Jake:”Yeah, my ass agrees.”

A text from my number came:”Pick me up in 15 minutes”

Me:”Fuck, it’s Mills. He wants me to pick him up. He probably wants to talk about what we’re gonna do at school.”

Jake:”Dude, you’re gonna have to teach!”

I froze. Fuck, Mills is a teacher. Yeah, he teaches PE, but he also teaches healthcare sometimes.

Me:”What am I gonna do? I don’t know anything that Mills does. What if they figure it out?”

Jake:”Don’t worry they won’t. They’ll just think that Mills didn’t sleep well today.”

Me:”Ok, maybe he’ll tell me what to do. See you soon.”

Jake:”See you, daddy” Jake responded, winking.

I looked at myself in the mirror. So far I could only enjoy the fruits of this swap. Now came the hard part. Pretending to be the other person.

I saw my muscles again. God how beautiful I am now. Like a Greek god. I flexed my biceps and snapped a photo for later.

Time to head out.

I picked up Mr. Mills already waiting at the curb in front of my house looking frustrated.

He got in the car without saying anything first.

Mills:”Just drive”

Me:”Where? The school doesn’t start for another hour.”

Mills:”I’ll tell you how to pretend to be me.” he said in a bored, emotionless tone

Me:”Are you ok?”

Mills:”Of course I’m not fucking ok. I lost my hot body to an alien student. How the fuck do you think I feel?!”

I stopped the car. This crossed a line. “Look. I’m not the one who caused this, but if you’re gonna keep on with that racist bullshit, I’m gonna destroy your life, understand? Not only will I get you fired, but I’ll make you a gay pornstar. Besides, do you see you muscles? I’ll beat your ass. Maybe you haven’t noticed, but you’re not caucasian now, so maybe all of this is just a lesson for you to be more empathetic. So do not tempt me! Understand?!”

Mills had fear plastered all over his face. No one probably threatened him in years. He responded quietly:”Understand.”

I kept on driving. We stopped at the parking lot in front of school. I gave him some brief info about my classes and told him to mostly stick to Jake, not to stand out and not to swear. He then told me what classes he had today and for the healthcare lessons he instructed me to play a movie. Easy. We decided to meet afterschool in the gym. We’d try to switch back.

He left the car right after Jake arrived. Mills looked puzzled from my monologue before and Jake probably noticed. They were walking towards school. Jake turned his head at me and winked. As a reward I flashed him a biceps flex and smiled.

The PE was pretty easy. I just used a whistle, kept on encouraging them and tried not to scream. Some of the students that were usually scared to even enter the room looked more comfortable today.

But the healthcare classes started horribly. The first class was supposed to be about healthy diet and exercise. The movie that Mills recommended wasn’t available, so I had to improvise. Then I figured I could turn this around. I picked four guys in the class who I knew were gym rats. I took off my shirt and started flexing in front of them. I instructed one of them to come and point at the muscles and the class had to name the muscles. How interactive of me, right? Maybe I should consider being a teacher. Most of the class was amused and I even saw one girl taking a quick photo of me.

I thought that everything went smoothly, until I was called into the principal’s office. Yes, me. As Mr. Mills.

I entered the room.

Principal:”Hello, Carl. Sit down, please.”

I did as instructed and watched the principal unsure what was about to happen.

Principal:”Carl, I’m gonna give you one last chance ok.”

Me:”What do you mean?”

Principal:”It’s one thing that you’re screaming at the students, calling them out for their sexual orientation or personal beliefs. I even protected you when the students came to tell me you were hitting on the older students. But today a student came to me to show me a photo of you, shirtless in the class, showing off in front of them. What were you thinking?”

Me:”We were supposed to talk about exercise. I felt that showing the groups of muscles would be interactive and motivational.”

Principal:”That’s not how the mothers of these students will see it. They think you are preying on them. Begging me to fire you.”

Me:”I don’t know what to say.”

Principal:”Don’t say anything. Just don’t make me do the worst. This is your last chance. Leave.”

I left the office feeling kinda bad and angry at Mills. Hitting on students at school? What was he thinking? Yeah I fucked Jake last night, but that’s something different. I’ll have to be more careful from now on.

I met Mills at the gym. We tried recreating the moment, but besides a few bruises, nothing happened. Mills even cried for a moment.

I suggested that he could show me how to work out in his body so that I would maintain his routine. This seemed to get him excited.

Working out at the gym was pretty easy. This body is really strong and used to all of this. It even started to feel good and fun, as if exercising regularly didn’t have to necessarily be painful and boring.

Mills left to go to the bathroom. I snapped a quick photo after posing in the mirror.

Mills:”We said no photos!”

Me:”Yeah we did, except you’re posting these superficial gym photos on your Insta every day. So I figured if we don’t want to let others know about this…”

Mills thought about it for a while and then took the phone from me. He added some hashtags and edited the photo.

We didn’t go to the shower and headed straight to the car. I took him home. We sat quietly in the car for a moment.

Me:”I got a warning from the principal today. He said that it’s your last chance for all the hitting on students and my failure today.”

Mills:”Screw that cocksucker. He thinks he knows what he’s doing and he doesn’t. Maybe just lay low before we fix all of this.”

Me:”Fine, ready to go? I think my mom wants to do quesadillas today. So you better go and help her out.”

Mills looked nervous all of a sudden

Me:”Everything ok? You don’t like Mexican food or what?”

Mills had tears in his eyes again. “No, the food is amazing. And your family is really nice. I am a bit jealous to be honest. My family is broken and we don’t talk to each other. So this is really nice.”

Me:”Ok, I am actually glad you get to experience that. So why the tears?”

Mills:”I… I can’t speak spanish. I don’t know what they say to me most of the time…”

I laughed it off and told him the most common phrases that the González family uses the most. He felt relieved when he found out that it’s a bit repetitive and left the car.

I arrived at Mills' house. Finally alone. I didn’t even take off my clothes soaked from the sweat after the workout. I just entered the bathroom and turned on the shower. I even used the cold water this time! I took the shower head all the way to my face and let the water run down all over my body.

The shirt soaked in the water and soon became transparent. My nipples struggling to pierce the fabric. The wet shirt hugging my frame was a nice touch to the feeling of being big and bulky. I still can’t believe why Mills wouldn’t just stay at home all the time and just appreciate his body. I would.

I placed the shower head back and took off the shirt.

Releasing my imprisoned pecs. Finally being able to feel them and touch them. My dick was getting hard again just after the simple touch alone. I took a bit of shampoo and washed my hair, massaging my scalp. After that I leaned my head backwards and just let the water do it’s thing. I thought about jerking off right there, but maybe waiting for Jake would be better.

I got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my waist and texted him.

“Hey, is your ass ready for another round?”

Jake:”Sorry, daddy. Family dinner. Can’t make it tonight.”

“Dude, we don’t know how long I have left in this body. You’d just waste it?”

Jake:”I know… but you know my parents. And trying to come up with an excuse for visiting my teacher in the evening is not really strong against them. Sorry”

I threw the phone on the couch

“Ok, so what now.” I looked around the room. Not really happy that I’d be alone here tonight.

Maybe I don’t have to be…

I downloaded Grindr. Set a profile picture. Sure, but some people might know who MIlls is. Maybe just his chest will work. I found some briefs in the bedroom and approached the mirror. 

“Yeah this is good. I’ll edit the head out.” Maybe I was being too soft on Mills, but I kind of didn’t want to cause too much trouble for him. Yeah, I guess I shouldn’t screw around in his body, but fuck it. A MAN has needs. And I surely am a really BIG one now.

I set up the photo, maybe revealing a bit too much.

But the messages kept flowing in. I could choose someone! Me! I tried Grindr before, but I guess my blank profile wasn’t exactly popular at the time. Now, everybody wanted to fuck me.

I decided to pick one guy. Hot body, twink, young, not too far and has a car. I texted him the address and waited. I remained just in briefs before he arrived and rang the bell at the front door.

I went to open them. To my surprise, my bully Alex stood there. Alex was shocked just as I was.

Alex:”Oh. I think I have the wrong address. I am so sorry, Mr. Mills.”

I didn’t really want anyone to know about this, but nevermind. There is no going back. “Alex, wait. The address is ok. Come in. I won’t hurt you.” I invited him and asked him to go to the living room.

Even with all of these muscles, I was still just a scared little nerd, that this guy in front of me would beat me up. But this time he acted differently. Oh right, that’s because he’s afraid of Mr. Mills. And now, he went for a hookup and to his surprise his teacher opened the door. I know he’s rethinking whole life right now.

Me:”You want anything to drink, Alex?”

Alex:” Ehm.. ugh… no I, I think I’m ok. Thank you.”

Me:”So Alex. By your profile I suggest you’re a bottom, if you were honest?”

Alex:”Yeah. No. It was just a joke. I have a girlfriend. I should go.”

Me:”Oh come on. I won’t tell anyone. I can be discreet. Only if you can be.”

Alex:”I can.”

Me:”Then there is nothing to worry about. Is it?” I said and leaned in closer. Jesus, it’s my second day of being in my teacher’s body and I was already on my way to sleep with a second student of mine.

We started making out on the couch. Our tongues twisting in our mouths. My hands wrapping around him as I felt his hands travel onto my stomach and my chest. Playing with my new pecs. My dick got hard and it was pretty obvious to Alex, who immediately got his hands on it. 

Me:”You like it?”

Alex nodded and I saw the lust in his eyes.

Me:”Wanna take all of this to the shower?”

I picked him up from the couch and carried him all the way to the bathroom. Turning on the red light and hot water. The combination of these things must have worked, because Alex stripped himself and immediately started worshiping my muscles.

Me:”Call me daddy”

Alex:”I…”

Me:”Call me daddy and tell me what you want from daddy.”

Alex:”I want your��� dick. In my mouth… daddy.”

I put my hand on the top of his head and pushed him on his knees, shoving my dick into his mouth. Gently, but still with a bit of a force. I started thrusting as Alex wrapped his lips around the head of my shaft. I pushed so hard that he started gagging. But I could see in his eyes that he was finally happy. I pulled him back up by his hair and arm.

I turned him around and pushed him against the wall.

Me:”Be good for daddy and say that you want me to fuck you.”

Alex:”Fuck me, daddy!”

I squished a bit of lube that I conveniently got ready before, into my hand and put my fingers into his hairy ass. I found the prostate and started going in and out, making him moan out loud.

I pushed in my dick and wrapped my hand around his throat from behind, suffocating him a bit. With my other hand, I helped myself get fully inside and then I pulled his head back by the hair. My thrusts were smooth, but fast. Soon, Alex was screaming and moaning. I made him call me daddy several times after that. And for the first time in my life I shot my load on someone’s face.

Alex left that evening happy and finally satisfied. I asked him again for discretion and went off to sleep.

The next morning started off exactly as our second. We still did not swap back. I picked up Mills and we headed to school. But this time, the principal invited me to his office before the classes started.

He did not look happy.

Principal:”I am truly sorry to tell you this, but I have to let you go.”

Me:”Why? Is it the mother of the student?” I immediately thought that this would be about last night with Alex

Principal:”Look, I told you that you have one last chance. Unfortunately, most of the parents signed a petition to let you go. My hands are tight on this matter.”

Me:”Sir, but you said that all will be forgotten if I…” Principal:”I know what I said. I’m just saying that there is tension right now and it is easier for me to let you go. This petition was started by the González family after you verbally attacked their son during lessons. But many parents signed as well.”

Fuck. Now I was the one who got him fired.

Shit. What do I tell Mr. Mills?

Part 1:

Part 3: coming soon

[gatorbites-imagines]

Okay, your head canons (get it? Am so hilarious) with our dear big tittied viltrumites (Nolan, conquest, thragg. I don't think kregg has such big ones but we love him anyway?) was Amazing, loved them

But they got me thinking about a petvincible harem + the four of them 😮😮. Would it be chaotic asf? Yes, but what's better then like 20+ (I cannot keep track of all the invincible variants, but add your OC ones aswell cause I love them) pairs of man boobies? 4 more pairs of man boobies.

I just really like the idea of them all sharing a tiny three bedroom apartment with a working reader, it makes my little gay heart happy. I also like like the idea of big strong men getting dicked down, can ya blame me?

Thank you for reading my yap session my favorite gator 🤗🤗

I know these men hate to see me comin, they would never know peace.

i have like no gifs i can use for this stuff, so have these ones instead.

what should i call this group? they arent petvincibles, so... viltruwives?

At this point, readers neighbors gotta think he's in some polygamist cult, or that he's in some super kinky relationship, cuz he's got these four massive buff men coming and going. Whys that one wearing so much leather? (idk, I feel like Conquest would think leather is fancy, you can't tell me this guy wouldn't wear cowboy boots) 

Nolan is used to being a husband on earth after having been with Debbie so long. Is he still with Debbie in this setting? Are they divorced? Is it an open relationship kinda deal, and she is also seeing Paul? 

Well, this means Nolan already knows his way around the court. He knows how to clean, how to cook, how to grocery shop and take care of the home and taxes. Hell, hes still making money from the books he ghostwrote or wrote under a fake name, so he's the only one with an income outside of you 

Kregg, I feel would quickly get an understanding of it all, would find a way to fake an identity, get a job, and start raking in cash. Hes crazy smart and all that, and he gives the vibe that he would be lethal in the business world. Homeboy probably works banking or finance. Or some other soul crushing job, where he gets to fuck over other people's lives. I feel he would end up a mean cook as well, after much experimentation. 

Conquest? He gets to stay retired for a while. To just get to live, to experience and feel. Let him pick up hobbies, like gardening or even painting. It looks horrible, but being able to create instead of destroy would give him some kind of peace. I think he enjoys going on walks in the morning, like, walking normally, in his comfortable clothes. Gets himself a coffee, a bagel, sits in the park with his sudoku. Texts the reader good morning, wishing him a good day at work. 

Thragg has the hardest time just being... part of the plebians. He would still see all of humanity as worthless insects, no, lower than insects. But the reader loves humanity, loves earth, so he puts up with it. He wouldn't want to work either, cuz that's for lowlives, but I do think he would end up doing something just out of boredom. I don't know what he would do, but he would have some job where he gets to bark orders, crush other people's hope and wishes, and exert his power. He probably works for the IRS.. 

Methinks reader is just enjoying himself most days. Like, who wouldn't love to come home from a long day of doing customer service, and just being able to literally dive head first into the pecs(tits) of the closest viltrumite. 

Reader will never need a weighted blanket, he can just lay down on the bed, make grabby hands, and whichever viltrumite has the time just lays down on top of him. True peace and therapy trapped under such a large and powerful man. Gets all the stress of the day to melt right off. 

At least two of them would try to talk you into getting a moustache... Nolan would be chill with you getting whatever, Conquest I think doesn't care too much.  

You guys aren't secretive of your relationship, and you become a bit of a joke in your friend group for being such a dilf and gilf hunter. Nobody dares mess with you though, all four of your boyfriends look like they kill baby deer and drink their blood for breakfast.  

Insert them also “working on your stamina” with you, cuz god are you gonna need it. I feel these four can be just as much as all the Marks combined. Age doesn't mean their needs have gone away, and now they actually have an outlet. The Marks are never older than a few hundred years at most (except for emperor mark). But these guys? They've gone thousands of years without just doing it for pleasure and fun (outside of Nolan), so, they got a lot of catching up to do. 

reader has once again saved the universe by being kinda dumb and pathetically cute. build him and his broken dick a statue.

[bigwishes]

The New You

[a reward story for someone who wrote me a hot tf scenario]

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You sat in the park on your break from work, staring at your driver's license. Trying to remember if another name had been written there before hand, if the picture was every different. You couldn't put your finger on it but you had this nagging feeling like it used to be different, like you used to be different.

---

A week ago you remember going on a small sail boat cruise, just spending 3 days on a sail boat on a lake, nothing too extreme, but you dont remember YOU being there.

The day started off pretty normal, with you getting on the boat with a few mates, but you don't remember what you looked like in the mirror that morning. You remember sailing out and sitting on a chair feeling the sun beat down on your face making you sweat and tan, which was almost impossible for your arab complexion.

maybe you didn't tan, maybe your skin was always this dark, but you do remember your body itching like crazy, and hair sprouting all over your legs arms and chest, you remember being smooth before going sailing but...no you had always been this hairy, your arab heritage made sure of that.

Something you do remember though is the feeling of swelling strength as your biceps started hugging you sleeves and your pecs pressed out on the fabric until the buttons split open and your muscular body heaved out of it...

You remember because crew member brought you a new pair of clothes because yours had been destroyed...by..destroyed by....you couldn't remember you probably just split some wine or food on the shirt, plus the clothes the crew brought you fit your perfectly and they were from your bags so...surely your body hadn't changed at all.

You remember the clothes fit perfectly and they had to be yours because you were able to take them home, they suited your body perfectly, almost tailor made so there was no way you could have changed, you didn't change, you couldn't have...besides if you changed why did you remember being arab your entire life.

There was definitely no way you could have changed, if you had your friends would have been shocked and lost their minds, not making fun of the small but potent amount of BO constantly hanging in your pits and pointing out the sweat marks on your tank top around your lats, no this is the stuff they have done to you since your first year of uni.

yeah...nothing out of the ordinary here.

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You sit in the park staring at your drivers license and chuckle as you slap it rapidly against your palm, maybe you were working too hard. It would be impossible for you to of changed over a weekend trip and had the entire world change with you.

You no, often the simplest answer is the truth, You had always been named Hamza, you had always been like this, you just needed a break from work is all.

Maybe another trip on that lake boat, and this time you could bring some of your white friends instead of your squad of arab blokes you grew up with...yeah, that'd be nice...

[boypied]

BEGGING FOR MORE

pairings: oliver queen x male reader x barry allen

summary: barry and oliver take male reader for a wild ride as they fuck the absolute shit out of him, destroying his mouth and ass while filling him up with multiple loads.

requested by: anonymous

word count: 885

warnings: smut, spit roasting, homophobic slurs, choking, spanking, threesome.

You run your hand across Oliver's scars, tracing along them while he chuckles, feeling your finger tickle his chest. You lay on top of his naked as you both wait for Barry to come out of the shower so you can begin. You gently trace your nail over his nipple causing his breath to hitch slightly as he wasn't expecting that short but sweet bit of pleasure, you bite your lip as he jumped at the feeling. You hear the shower turn off and the tap turn on in the bathroom so you know you only have a few more moments alone with Oliver before the fun truly begins, you lean down and lick a wet strip up the centre of Oliver's pecs causing his to break out laughing "you are too cute" he says in his low voice, gently squeezing your cheeks.

Barry slowly opens the bathroom door and sees how distracted you are with Oliver's perfectly sculpted pecs that he sneaks up behind you and slaps your ass leaving a bright red handprint, you jump up in shock and then bursting out laughing. "BARRY!" You shout out, causing him to laugh as he pulls you in for a kiss, "so when does the fun begin?" Oliver asks as he wiggles his cock with his hand as he grips it at the base, you and Barry both turn to face eachother and you watch as he drops the towel revealing his massive length. "Fuck I'm in for a treat" you mumble out as your eyes dart back and forth at the sizes of their cocks. You bite your softly as Oliver gently grips onto your chin and pulls you towards Barry's hard cock.

Your lips wrap around Barry's length as Oliver forces his head down all the way as you take him all the way down into his base, Oliver gets behind you and spits against your hole gently rubbing his thumb against it before pushing it in. Pushing past the tight muscle ring and into the warmth of your ass, after working your hole for a while, he pulls his thick thumb out and lines up his thick monster cock. Oliver's grip on your hips tightened as he pushed the tip against your slick wet hole. Your eyes water as Barry's cock absolutely destroys your throat as he thrusts his hips up into your warm throat.

Your eyes roll back into your head as you have an out of body experience from pure bliss, the feeling of a cock destroying your throat aswell as The Oliver Queen's monster cock utterly obliterating your asshole. Feeling both of your holes being clogged up by cock is the highlight of your life, "Look at how well this faggot is taking us" Oliver says in a seductive dominant tone and puts out his hand as Barry high fives it causing them both to laugh out, Oliver's grip on your waist tightens as he continues pounding away at your hole.

Oliver throws his head back in an agonising amount of pleasure and busts inside your asshole, he continues to sloppily fuck you until he finally pulls out and swaps sides with Barry, you take Oliver's sensitive yet hard cock into your mouth and you hear barry coo out in pleasure as he slides inside your cum-filled hole. Oliver has a more gentle approach with your mouth as he has already nutted and is extremely sensitive, whereas Barry hasn't cummed yet so he begins to destroy your hole.

Barry loves the doggy position because with each thrust his cock goes deep inside of you making you go crazy, the way your asscheeks jiggle for him and he has perfect view of you sloppily taking Oliver's sensitive cock. It doesn't take long for Barry to get closer and closer to nutting as he feels Oliver's warm cum coat his cock and your hole tighten around him with one final piston thrust he cums deep inside your ass, he spanked your ass as he does "fuck yes faggot!" He yells out as he pulls out as he slaps your ass again as you whimper in pleasure.

Oliver wraps his hand around your neck tightly, "push the cum out" he says in a seductive dominant tone as he tightens his grip on your neck. Barry's eyes widen with excitement as he continues to spank your ass and he watches how your asshole opens up slightly and cum begins to squirt out, Barry gently taps your asshole "c'mon I know there's more" he says as you push more and more cum out, some of it squirts out but the rest of it drips out your asshole and down your balls. "There's are good little faggot" Barry says with one final ass smack.

Oliver's tight grip on your throat loosens slightly as he pulls you up into his arms and he begins to passionately make out with you, his tongue dominating your mouth as he holds you in his muscular arms. "Mhm," he moans out as his hands run all over your body. Barry comes closer and begins to cover your back in kisses and gently creates hickeys all over the back of your neck "we own you fag" he says in your ear causing your hole to pulsate making more cum drip out.

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[blond3ang3l]

Logan being obsessed with a camboy he found by accident!

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Now it was a complete accident. He was online doing whatever it was he was when he accidentally hit one of those porn ad pop ups. Which in turn led him to a camboy site. He wasn’t stupid he knew what it was but he just never found himself interested to actually go on anything more than xvideos. He’s not that adventurous when it comes to his “solo time” like he is when it comes to actually having sex.

He was actually about to click off when he saw a face that intrigued him. Despite his brain telling him he has stuff to do he couldn’t help but click on the live stream. Thank god he was alone in his place because your moans filled the room. Your back was arched so prettily while you were getting absolutely destroyed by your fuck machine. His eyes widened seeing the bad dragon attached to it. You had donations flooding in every minute, and you only were on there for about 15 it seemed. Your face was a mess for the camera. The mascara you put on just to make it seem more dramatic when you cried did just that as it was all down your cheeks and getting on to the light blue sheets your were laid on.

You were pushing back on the toy, fucking your self dumb more and more as time went on. Your hand slid to your pecs groping yourself as you got closer and closer. The strain in Logan’s pants was starting to grow unbelievably uncomfortable. He squirmed in his seat as he watched you closely, your moans starting to get higher. With a harsh thrust the toy stopped filling your ass with the fake cum. At the exact same time your own bed was covered in it from the three times you had came already and this being the fourth. Your hand moved around to grab the base of the toy to pull it out as you panted. Logan felt his chest getting heavy as he watched all of that cum drip down your thighs and on to your bed.

The only thing on his mind now was how he needed to see it again. Or better yet, see you..

[sethnorth]

“Big Machine”

[gay-dorito-dust]

Imagine sentient Deadpool(his already self aware to begin with 😑) and Wolverine, Wade breaking the fourth wall and talking to reader and just plain being a flirt of a lovable shit.

Reader: *Watching that one scene where Logan's costume?suit? Is destroyed* I'd fuck that

Reader: *on the scene where Wade pulls his knife out of logan's behind* a freak on the street and the sheet? Count me in

Wade would most likely winks as though he can hear reader say this shit.

Reader at the scene where deadpools ass gets slapped unnecessarily amounts of times: wish that were me slapping an ass that delicious, with consent of course, that tailor looked a little shifty.

Wade almost immediately; you can slap my ass anytime, it can handle a lot of punishment. ;)

Logan: who the fuck are you talking and why do you sound like you’re doing a sex ad?

Reader every time Wade says he’d be a good papa to dog pool: we don’t need to have kids for me to call you papa, or daddy if you prefer-

Wade: you naughty little minx you! But I’m sure that can be arranged should the studio executives listen to marvel Jesus.

Logan:…how is it that I’m always here when you are talking to thin fucking air.

Wade: the writer demands you to make an appearance in every one these to appease the Logan fans reading this.

Logan: that made no fucking sense!

Imagine if Logan could hear reader say anything in regard to his shirtless scene and he’d be looking about, confused as to where that voice came from!

Logan, shirtless: who said that?!

Wade: that my sexy lumberjack is the angelic sound of the cutie watching us right now and the same one I’ve been flirting with the entire time. ;)

Reader: I must’ve died and went to heaven from a shot so fine as wolverines abs and hairy pecs in my face, i would’ve died happy if that’s how i meet my fate. Ngl.

Logan, who can now hear them: thanks…I guess? * looks to Wade who’s making heart hands* of course your dumbass is of no help…

Wade: 🫶

[shieldofiron]

Robin couldn’t work weekdays and it was destroying Steve’s life.

Because he was always there, tongue rolling out of his big mouth, blonde hair glinting off the family video neon sign, flirting shamelessly with boys and girls alike. Steve is pretty sure Billy’s the reason Eddie Munson ran headlong into the door and cracked it.

“Pretty boy,” Billy said as they opened, his vest threaded through one loop of his (too tight) jeans. Which was bullshit, because if Steve ever pulled that shit Keith would turn his ass out.

“Hargrove.”

“So sour. Need some sugar in that coffee, huh,” Hargrove was, of all things, a morning person. The worst kind of person.

Steve grumbled something that might have been words, because he was not.

Hargrove cocked his head to the side, his canines glinting, the fabric of his thin white tank top stretching over his pecs.

“Wanna go in the back?” Hargrove didn’t wink. He didn’t have to. “Wake you up. We won’t get a customer until like eleven.”

Steve hated himself for nodding.

That’s why Robin needed to graduate as soon as possible. He needed her here.

Because he couldn’t help himself and no one was there to stop him.

“When’s Keith fixing the cameras?” Steve said quietly as he turned the lock on the door and sealed his fate.

Billy headed towards the back door and held the door open, his chest grazing Steve’s arm as Steve followed.

“Soon,” Billy pulled Steve into his arms before the door was even closed, his lips grazing Steve’s, the faint pressure of Billy’s breath as harsh as a bruise. Steve’s heart lurched in his chest as Billy pinned him to the door, arms bared.

Robin needed to change her schedule, or this would keep happening. And Steve wasn’t sure which he wanted to happen.

[hp-hcs]

• smut • aurora boy-realis (stop talking) — soft! tom riddle x gn! artist! reader

warnings: SMUT MDNI, no assigned sex-specific identifiers or anatomical terms, short and not really detailed smut but wtv, hella ooc tom for my delulu readers, like i cannot stress this enough he is ooc, i took canon and just chucked it into the garbage okay

i have had this sitting in my drafts, finished and ready to publish, for the last week now bc the imposter syndrome lowkey convinced me that i’m a terrible writer so anywhore enjoy this train wreck

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“Don’t move.”

Tom froze.

Your charcoal stick moved in broad strokes against the page, your eyes darting between Tom and your sketchbook.

“…Can I move yet?”

“No. Stop talking.”

You were probably the only person who could actually get away with telling Tom Riddle to shut up.

(He’d never admit it, but that boy knew damn well that he was whipped.)

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Your charcoal-stained hands left dusty black marks on Tom’s skin.

His chest heaved under you. “Damn tease.”

“Stop talking.” Your eyebrows furrowed in concentration, a spare pencil held between your teeth as you used his torso as a makeshift table for your sketchbook.

He wiggled impatiently as his fingers tightened on your hips. “Baby, please–”

You grunted, taking in a shaky breath as you tried to collect yourself from his sudden movement.

He grinned slyly at your reaction, jerking his hips up experimentally. His cock pressed in deeper.

You bit your bottom lip hard enough to bleed as you desperately tried to stifle your moans and keep yourself steady. “You’re an ass.”

“Maybe.” Tom gently pulled your sketchbook and pencil from your fingers, leaning over to carefully set them on the nightstand. “But you don’t really mind, do you, love?”

You grumble at the loss of your art supplies, pouting down at him. “Sometimes.”

He cupped the back of your head, gently rolling the pair of you over so that he was on top. “I’ll make it up to you.”

~~~

“Tom!”

“That’s it, there you go, honey. So good for me,” the boy in question murmured against the skin of your neck as his fingers slipped down to help you out.

His thrusts were slow and deep, driving you absolutely crazy. You couldn’t help but cup his face in your hands, stroking his cheekbones with your thumbs in utter devotion.

“Oh, Tom—”

“I’m here, darling. Let go.”

You came with another cry of his name.

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Your paintbrush ran over the thin, raised pink lines that traveled across Tom’s back and shoulders—caused by your own fingernails just last night—and covered them with a thick coat of purple.

You were in your element here, circling around your boyfriend and chewing on your bottom lip as you worked on your masterpiece. You paused in front of him to survey your chef-d’oeuvre, smudging the lines of green and white that ran along his ribs and up between his pecs with your thumb a bit more until you were satisfied.

Tom stood shirtless in front of you, his entire torso—from the top of his neck all the way down to the waistband of his trousers—covered in a beautiful artistic rendition of the Aurora Borealis flickering across a starry sky.

You picked up your enchanted camera, lining up the shot before snapping a magical moving photograph of your boyfriend patiently allowing himself to be used as a canvas.

You set the camera back down, screwing on the lids of your paint jars and humming cheerily.

“Right. Well, you can go wash up now. Thank you, love.” You kissed his cheek, unperturbed.

Tom was baffled. Wash off this masterpiece? Destroy it like it was nothing?

“At least join me?” he asked with that damn pout of his that could make you melt on the spot.

Tom could always do that. He was your sun, your moon, and your stars; you’d gladly move the heavens just to see him smile.

(Plus, showers with Tom always ended in sex. Win-win.)

~~~

Blues and purples swirled in the water that pooled at your feet.

Pinks and greens stained your hips, your thighs, your throat.

Tom’s lips were pressed firmly against yours, moving slowly as the steady flow of water pouring down on the pair of you slowly grew cold. Tom pulled back solely so that he could look at you, taking you in.

Tom looked at you as if you were his sun, the very thing his entire world revolved around.

Like a deity, deserving of the entire galaxy’s devotion.

So, without another thought, Tom did what any sane mortal man would. He dropped down to his knees and began to pray.

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comments are always appreciated!!

[boypied]

pairings: james mcavoy x male reader

request: i would love a james mcavoy smut of him being reader’s hot dilf neighbor 😀 reader always peeking at james while he’s doing smth in front of his house shirtless and reader thinks james doesn’t know but he actually does eheheheheh (don’t have to but it’ll be nice if there’s a part 2 featuring michael fassbender ?🤭)

warning: SMUT, peeping tom, masterbation.

You admire him from your window, the way he mows his lawn, and the sun glistened against his sweaty body, or how he works out in the shortest little work out shorts which perfectly hug his bulge and juicy ass but that isn't what you are focused on. He only moved in a couple months ago and he's the perfect neighbour until it's nighttime and I can hear faint slaps from his open bedroom window.

Over the next couple of days, James has been building a new bookshelf for his house, and he sure is taking his time. Not that you're complaining, but he's constantly shirtless when he's doing it and is without fail perfectly in your eyeline. You admire the way the sun bounces off his perfectly chiseled abs and your mouth gapes open as you watch as each arm muscle contorts as he screws the shelf together.

Your gently palm against your clothed cock as you watch him manually build his bookshelf, you waste no time and pull out your rock-hard cock. You slowly wrap your hand around your cock and you softly jerk it off back and forth, your eyes glued towards the sweaty man. "Fuck" you whimper out, wanting the man to just come up before you and take you. You wanted him to destroy your boy-pussy.

James comes to a stop and sits down, resting against the grass, he gently pulls out his cock and begins jerking it. Your eyes widen in shock and disbelief as you watch your sexy dilf of a neighbour begin jerking his cock off. You quicken the pace as you jerk your cock off, not wanting to waste any moment of his vulnerability as he masterbates.

James other hand gently slides up to his pecs as he slowly pinches and twists them to give himself the ultimate pleasure. "fuck!" He groans out as he jerks his cock harder, you admire his balls slapping against his taint from afar. Your pre-cum leaks all over the floor as you yourself faster and faster.

James eyes close shut as he nearers his release. His hand thrusts up and down against his cock, his load spurts out of his cock and almost at the exact moment you shoot your load against your wall, you rest your hand against the window breathing heavily when you hear you phone ping.

You stumble over to your phone and see you have a notification from your messages. You open up the message, and your eyes widen in shock, but a sultry smirk appears on your lips. A picture of James' abs with the caption "come over and service me instead of watching from the window" my body quivers as I read the message from him.

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[possesseddesiress]

Stra8 to Gay: EDC [ Part Two ]

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes.

If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Stra8 to Gay: EDC [Part Two] – English Version

My name is Antony, although I'm often called Tony. I'm a big fan of electronic music, I've been waiting all year for EDC to finally arrive.I had saved up money here and there to get a ticket, plus the outfit and so on. I knew it was a bit of an eye-opener.... But hey, I liked the way other guys looked at me, I knew I had a good physique, the typical "twink", small, slim, but with a nice pair of legs and glutes.

Although sometimes I wondered what it was like to feel big. My genetics give me how I would look like, and that's all there was to it.

With my slim body, average height, hairless, with a very slight odor. But, I couldn't help being curious about those strong, big... muscular and even smelly men; beyond the attraction, but to imagine myself as one, although I knew well that it would be impossible.

That day was quite calm, with the sun, some clouds. But with a very nice weather, I was wearing a sleeveless croptop and a very tight leather short.

I was about to move to one of the stages when I felt a strange discomfort. First it started in my stomach, like a bubbling that quickly spread to every extremity of my being. Everything began to cloud over, I thought I was about to faint, ceasing to hear and see.

Until out of nowhere, something seemed to pull me out, everything was filled with light again.

Although clearly, I was no longer in the place where I was just a few seconds ago

— What the fuck? - I muttered, confused.

It was then that I realized that something was wrong, my voice was? Deep and masculine, very different from the high-pitched tone I had. I looked down, noticing some huge pecs that were tight against my sportswear. They looked big, thick and juicy...

I started to weigh my new chest, I didn't understand anything that was going on, I was so confused but for some reason, I felt so ecstatic. One problem I always had, was that I felt small, vulnerable. But now, I felt strong, as if I could destroy a rock with a single blow!

I flexed my arms, marveling at how huge my biceps were, I felt like some kind of superhero! I lowered my gaze to my new legs too, gosh, no doubt my thighs were fat, but this is another level! And of course I could feel something in the middle of my legs, I didn't want to touch it fully but I could feel that it was big, very big.

An aroma hit my nose, it was strong and stinky... Usually, I disliked that kind of thing, I even felt disgusted by it. But now, strangely enough... I found myself turning my nose to my armpit to enjoy the stench that now belonged to me, I felt wet, freshly sweaty, kind of sticky, like coming out of the gym.

But gosh... This body smelled like glory. I was about to lose focus on my new glutes, when something startled me.

— Ah – a guy next to me seemed to get overexcited. His complexion was dark, his hair short and styled, he looked very serious... although from the way he was acting, it seemed that it didn't match his body.

He looked around scared, almost anxious. He touched his body with a certain curiosity but at the same time terror. Then he looked up at me

— Y-you – he hesitated – W-where are we?

— Well, I don't know – I answered, I hadn't noticed that yet. But when I looked around, I realized we were outside the venue, shit... Am I going to miss the EDC?

— Why my voice...? My voice is different.

He brought his hand to his throat, it was strange but at the same time funny to see a guy almost six feet tall act like that. I raised my eyebrow, interested.

— So this isn't your body either?

I moved closer to him, to grab his pecs lightly. Wow... he was even bigger than my new body. He pushed me away in confusion.

— What's wrong with you?

— Nothing. I ask you, isn't it your body either?

He gave me a strange look, as if he were nuts. He looked down, examining himself, a gasp escaping his lips as he stared in surprise at his muscles.

He then brought one of his hands down to his pants to bring the spring of his sweatpants to the front.

— My goodness, that thing is big!

I peeked slightly, and indeed, it was... I had trouble not feeling aroused by the whole scene, although it did cause him to pull back, leaving his pants alone.

— What's the matter with you? – he seemed a bit distant, which I must admit was starting to make me sick.

— Who are you?

— My name is Tony, are you...?

— I'm not telling you my name.

— Please, you're not even in your original body, you can call me anyone and I'll believe you.

He was thoughtful for a while.

—Alex...

I smiled sideways when I saw that he finally seemed to cooperate.

— Nice to meet you, Alex – He just nodded. His hands continued to caress his body gently, feeling any muscle that crossed and enjoying how he could knead them – How...

— I don't know. But it's cool, isn't it?

Alex seemed to become more confident in his actions, he lifted one of his arms and flexed it hard. He giggled like a fool as he enjoyed seeing his new tan skin through that sleeveless compression shirt.

— Woah!

The rest of the time, Alex told me more about his old body and identity: that he was gay, used to have muscles, just not this big; where he was at when the change occurred. He sounded like a nice guy, a bit reserved, though from the way he described his body, he also sounded hot...

After a few minutes, we also discovered that we were now called Gustavo and Edgar.

— And what are we going to do? – He asked worriedly, it was kind of funny to see him like that. He looked distressed, even annoyed as he folded his arms, but every so often, he bounced his pecs discreetly – How will we get back to our bodies?

— Do you really want to go back?

— ... Don't you? – He looked at me confused – It's fun to be a dumb, strong jock... But, this is not my body, it's not my life.

— And that makes it more fun – I quickly approached him, cutting the distance between us. We were still in a somewhat public place, behind all the festival merchandise tents, but hidden enough not to be noticed. – Or don't you see the possibilities? – I murmured – You don't know if this is permanent. You can do whatever you want without getting your hands dirty, explore your body from scratch, even in... You know, pleasure.

He just looked at me with a frown, I started stroking one of his arms.

— You can be a dumb jock... No responsibilities, no worries... – I moved up to his lips, almost brushing them, just inches apart.

— W-wait. These bodies aren't...

— Gay? Nah, you can tell they're straight as hell. But you and I aren't straight. Right?

He watched me for a few seconds, as if he was at a crossroads of what to do (or not), but finally, he pressed his lips against mine.

His hands went against my strong arms or my heavy pecs, heck, Alex was a very good kisser.

— T-Tony... – he murmured.

— Call me Edgar, bro...

I kissed his lips again with need, a little saliva escaped from both of us, though without warning, Alex climbed onto my legs. Dropping his weight on my thighs, at first I sighed at the effort, but these muscles could carry him.

I grabbed him from the waist, even a little lower, which made him let out a sigh, our bodies colliding together with need.

— Edgar... – he murmured hoarsely, closing his eyes.

— Yes, bro?

— Raise your arm.

So I did, to which he immediately lunged to start licking and sniffing my stinking armpit with need. It was a completely new sensation to feel all this power... All my life I had felt small, weak, at the mercy of others.

But now... I was huge. And I even had in the palm of my hand a guy who was more muscular than me, and could do whatever I wanted.

Why would I want to go back to my body when I could be this Adonis 24/7?

I pushed Alex to the ground, he fell with a thud that made him groan, he watched me with a certain pitiful expression, settled on four points on the ground, before he began to slowly advance towards me.

I watched him with an air of power, and couldn't help but think of an idea. I immediately took off my right tennis shoe, to plunge my foot into his face.

— Mfh – he blurted out.

And I couldn't help but feel superior. Having a big, muscular, masculine guy like that was just pushing my excitement to the limit.

I could see his face pressed harder against my sweat-soaked sock, sticking his tongue out slightly and looking at me greedily.

Geez... maybe it wasn't so bad missing the EDC.

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I hope you like the last part of Stra8 to Gay: EDC. If you want to read more, let me know in the comments.

This will be my new account, I hope you like the stories that are coming soon. See you in the next story... Who knows what body you will occupy this time?

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[neopuppy]

warnings. n*ncon, f*ngering/o*ral, Jeno/Jisung/female reader

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“Is Jisung coming too?”

Jeno scoffs, side-eyeing you. “Why are you asking?”

“Because he follows you literally everywhere like some creep?” You snap to reply, glaring at him. “Would be nice to have a night to ourselves without your weird little friend around.”

“I think you like him.”

“What?!”

“Oh!” Jeno turns, shoving his butt out toward you with a deep arch, finger pressed to his bottom lip. “Is Jisungie coming?”

“That is not how I asked!”

He laughs, turning back to face you while pushing his flat chest together, palms forming ‘C’ shapes beneath his pecs. “Right right,” he leans in, batting his dark eyelashes. “Is Sungie coming?” Jeno says in a whiney tone.

“I don’t like your stupid friend.” You sneer, crossing your arms annoyed. “Hate how much he stares at me.”

Jeno grumbles, crawling up his bed to where you’re lying, pushing your knees apart to make space for himself. “Maybe it’s cause he wants to fuck you.”

You’d believe him if not for the tiny smirk playing at his lips, head tilted waiting for a dramatic reaction.

“Whatever.” You murmur, shoving at his chest to scoot out from under him.

Jeno snickers, turning to lay on his back and stretch. “I still think you should go as Sidney Prescott.”

“I already told you!” Sighing, you move to gather your belongings, needing to head home and get ready. “I’m a mouse! Duh!”

Jeno smiles, suspiciously pleased as he shuts his eyes. “I’ll meet you there, dad’s not letting me borrow the car tonight. Says too many cops are out on Halloween trying to bust people for driving under the influence.”

“I’ll send you a picture before I head out.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll find you. I know how to catch a mouse.”

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“Jeno? Is that you?” You gasp, jumping at the first touch of large palms covering your hips. “God, lazy ass.”

Rolling your eyes you push him away to take a look at his recycled costume, clicking your tongue in a displeased manner. “You could have put some effort into something cool this year. It’s not as if you haven’t been Ghostface for the last 5 years.”

Jeno tilts his head, not too far from eye level even with your heels on. “You wearing stilts or something?”

He keeps up with the creepy ominous mannerisms, hands returning to grip your hips to immediately loop his digits beneath the lacey material of your bottoms.

“Oh, you like it?” You say with a cheek grin, spinning around to shove your butt out and wiggle the little tail connected to your panties. “See, I told you to dress like cheese so I could be the mouse that caught the cheese!”

Jeno’s mask-covered gaze traces down your exposed back, dragging a finger along your spine to the tail, tapping it side to side with a pleased grunt.

“I thought you were going to catch me?” You say snarkily, stepping away from him toward the stairs with a sleek glance over your shoulder. “What type of killer can’t catch a measly mouse?”

Jeno’s slow to follow after you, keeping his pace 5 feet behind. “Very Michael Meyers of you,” you laugh sarcastically, opening up a door enough to peek inside. “I like it when you do this..”

Keeping your back toward him, you make way to an empty bed in the middle of the room, slowly climbing up on all fours to wag the little mouse tail hung above your ass. “You wanna hurt me?”

Jeno nods, stalking forward as he reaches under the black hooded long garment for a knife from his back pocket. It gleams in the dimly lit room, cold to the touch as he drags the blunt end of the blade down the exposed fleshy skin wedging your underwear up between your ass.

Strong hands gather the material of your panties roughly, drawing them high enough to squeeze the fabric between your center, the friction against your clit causing you to hiss. “So mean mister ghost face..”

The knife cuts through the thin straps holding your panties up, fast to pull the destroyed material aside as he drags the tip of the knife down the back of your thigh. “You asshole! Those weren’t cheap!”

Jeno’s hand slides from your ass to lower back, not before kneading your buttcheek firmly while deeply groaning. He pushes hard onto the middle of your back, forcing your chest to press to the bed and push your ass out further. A click and hiss follows, blind to what’s happening behind you until you see the camera flash. “Jeno!”

A rough slap barrels down onto your cunt, the wicked collision fills your head with shame. An evident sound of wet splash echoes loudly, further humiliating you as another hit lands and stings down to your clit. “Ah, fuck, come on Jeno..”

“What do you want?” He says, tone deeper than usual, really committed to the costume.

“I’m so wet for you baby..” you say, dipping even lower to pronounce your ass further. “You know what I want.”

Jeno hums, a light thud hitting the bed before spreading your cheeks apart, carefully tracing two digits down past your rim to your wet entrance. The tips of his fingers play there for a minute, swiping circles around the excited hole to collect and smear your arousal.

“Fuck.” He mutters quietly, teasing down to your clit to glide between two wet digits, stimulating each nerve along the way.

Jeno’s softer than usual, light fingers barely pressing, only heightening each sensation further and driving you crazy.

“Don’t tease me.. more..” you whine, pushing your hips back for more pleasure.

Jeno groans, retreating his touch only to land another wet slap between your thighs. Two fingers trail to your entrance, shoving them down to the first knuckle with renewed speed. The sudden intrusion has your arching back in surprise, fast to be put back in your place as he leans over and rests his upper-half up over your waist.

“Don’t move.” He whispers, tone remaining deep and menacing. Wetness trickles out past his pumping fingers, easily falling into a consistent pace by leveraging his weight onto your back. The gushing sound emitting from your core has your eyes rolling up, clawing at the bedding for something to grasp.

It’s so loud, hot, wet, emptying your head of thought other than Jeno’s large frame crushed against you, abusing your cunt as he adds a third finger to stretch you around.

“Oh fuck!” You shout, neck retching up. “Ahh—“

Air empties your lungs, finding Jeno stood before you with a cocky smirk. “Enjoying yourself?”

The ghost face mask in his hand catches your attention next, falling to your stomach with a crazed moan as lips attach to your entrance and slurp up with wads of wetness pouring down around the three fingers reaching deep inside of you.

Jeno squats down, fisting the back of your hair to twist your neck roughly right as Jisung’s face comes into sight, lips and chin drenched with your wetness. A heated gaze finding yours with the mask pushed up above his forehead.

Jeno clicks his tongue, planting his lips to your sweaty cheek as Jisung lowers to your clit and puts his tongue to work while his long digits hit the perfect spot deep inside of you.

“Looks like the mouse got trapped.”

[cornsmash]

Sinister came back from hunting

Sinister x male!reader

Warnings: Grapic? description of cannibalism, rough sex, EVERYTHING IS CONSENSUAL, reader has regeneration powers and on somewhat same power level

Authors Note: feel free to request x female!reader, ftm!reader or anything. Also first time writing smut I was to scared to post on ao3 cuz of it’s curse so I’m posting here

Your breath hung heavy, drops of sweat gliding down your body. And there was Mark seemingly hungry today as he licked his blood-ridden lips. His cape was soaked with blood, you weren’t even sure how; you were too absorbed with how corny you thought it looked. The yellow on his suit shone brightly, maybe that was symbolic; you didn’t know or necessarily care. Here he was hands and knees on your bed crawling towards you. A smile that came straight from a horror movie filled his face. Despite it all you were getting hard, you just prayed Mark wouldn’t notice. But of course he did, looking down and his eyes widened. Smirking, he crawled to cage your body in. You silently cursed your boner, his legs splayed right under your pecs. The tent in his pants, ever present. You groaned as shivers of electricity rang through your Body, Mark snickered, his pants growing more in pace.

“Fuck he probably got finished eating” You thought. For some reason Mark had grown an insatiable hunger for human flesh, he craved the taste of iron. The resistance the tendons and veins caused, the way the muscles came apart and ate them like sausages. Though funnily enough he avoided the intestines “I’m not eating shit” he once remarked. You had rolled your eyes at that statement, for some reason he enjoyed your company. Whether it was because you were somewhat in equal power to him and couldn’t exactly die, or Mark just found you amusing and a good stress relief. In all honesty you couldn’t care, there was no one close to you. Only ties to the government that were soon destroyed, you were only an assets, a tool to be called upon

You giggled recalling that was the same statement Mark had used on you to join his side. Not that you were resistant, whoever was winning is who you’d ally with. Your own survival was more important than anything the GDA could offer. Not that they had much in the first place. Mark’s eye twitched slightly at your laughter, quickly turning stoic and rubbing his groin. A noise caught in your throat which caused Mark to start panting and rubbing even harder. His arms were placed on your chest and you could feel the slight shiver within them. The room’s air got hotter and heavy each time he grinded onto you, pushing his body lower and lower until it almost reached your groin. Your hands gripped the fabric besides you, your knuckles turned white as you tried to restrain yourself.

Mark ripped his mask off and stared with half-lidded eyes, sweat dripped from your eyebrow. Your breathing, more labored as you shut your eyes. Mark scowled at this, ripping his cape off, lifting his hips as he learned towards you. Your faces were only centimeters apart, even as you felt his hungry breaths on your skin you didn’t open your eyes. Iron filled your nose, causing you to twitch, your knees slightly buckled, the fabric twisting in your hands even more. Mark licked the corner of your mouth, he licked all over your face purposefully ignoring your mouth. When he finally reached your bottom lip he took his time dragging his tongue along it. Only then did you let out a long groan. Mark joyfully sneered at this, raising his hips even higher and slamming them on your groin. Furiously grinding down, letting all sounds out.

Your body would betray you and let out a few groans, you tried to keep your hands contained but it was too much. You grabbed Mark’s hip and forced him to grind even harder, what sounded like almost a cry escaped his mouth as moans flowed from it. His body shook furiously as he screamed “yes… Yes! YES!!”

Your hips thrusted up, the instinct couldn’t be stopped. Your eyebrows squinted together, your entire body was fuming at this point, sparks of electricity flowed through your body. Your groin ached with each grind, the pleasure flowing down as you felt your balls fill. But then you stopped, shoved your arms by your side as you groaned. Mark whimpered… he fucking whimpered, wasn’t enough to break your resolve. Though it came very close to, so you turned your head to the side silently cursing. Mark tried grinding again to make you continue, but after a minute he saw no resolve. He grumbled, down right ready to bite you until he realized what you wanted. With that he grinned, gripping your chin and forcing you to face him. Mark forced one of your eyes open and his facial expression was compelling enough to keep them open. He looked so desperate, his mouth unable to close as he panted. The blood across his face dried but smeared.

There was something in his eyes, a thing you would never mention out loud but.

“God he’s fucking begging for it” You thought, keeping your giggle internal this time.

Mark’s expression changed to that of a pout, whining while grinding down. All you responded with was furrowed eyebrows. He huffed and you raised your eye in question. So he grabbed your hand allowing him to use it as he rubbed his body. Going over his neck, wrapping your fingers around it, giving a tight squeeze. Violent shakes ran through his body, you noticed the obvious stain within his suit growing. Once you noticed you quickly let go, almost bringing back to your side before he hastily grabbed it once more. Mark brought your hand to his pecs making sure you squeezed and rubbed his nipples. He rubbed his thighs together the more you rubbed and squeezed his nipples back and forth. The shake in his thighs was undeniable, your other free hand quickly gripped his knee keeping them apart. At that he let out a low whine.

‘Pleaseee….” Mark asked so softly. “Pretty pleaseeee”

As he dragged your hand lower and lower, just hovering over his bulging groin. You made eye contact with him; your expression darkened. While Mark’s filled with glee, then you squeezed, Mark choked on his breath incoherent mumbles escaped his mouth, his shivers almost seemed like he was convulsing. As you continued to rub and squeeze his groin. Taking pleasure in the way Mark’s body convulsed, red blush flushed his face as he rolled. Humping into your hand moaning like a dog. He was frantic in the way he moved, quickly chasing the pleasure filling his groin. Mark felt the sweat begin to form under his suit creating a damp sensation all over his body. He was so close, so fucking close as you gave him one final hard squeeze. Then he felt nothing, all the electricity that was flowing in his body was draining. Though his limbs couldn’t help but continue to shake.

He stared daggers at you; teeth bare ready to rip your throat out. All you did was smirk at him as your cock was hard as a rock at this point. Mark quickly grabbed your throat as pressure tightened.

“Nuh-uh Mark, you know I love to hear, and I’m not hearing nothing” You sneered with a grin, pointing to your ear. Mark’s expression furrowed with frustration, the ache in his groin becoming almost unbearable. His lips curled and you could almost make out the shine in his eyes.

Mark was starving.

His hands released from your neck, panting heavily as ever. Whines spilled out as he rubbed his thighs together. The need, ever present but unable to give himself the pleasure needed. He stared at you for a moment, sighing and leaning his body back. Slightly off your groin and putting his hands on your knees for support. You tilted your head waiting for Mark to make his next move.

“Ugh FINE!” Mark snarled, snatching your hand. You made an unamused noise which made him lessen his grip. He stared between your hand and face, contemplating. You swear his blush got even deeper at that point. Before he adjusted his hips so his ass was more directly facing you. Mark brought your hand flat against it, you could feel a slight ridge. Confused you felt more as he guided your finger to the end of it.

A zipper.

Or something of the sort all you could tell that it was an opening that would expose his cock and asshole. Your eyes widened at the realization, while Mark turned his face away. His lips curled and eyes averted from your gaze. A dark chuckle escaped your mouth which brought his attention back. You slowly unzipped him and grabbed on his cock hard pulling it out the suit.

“W-Wait- Wait! I-m I-I Ughhhh…” he moaned, head leaning back as if he was about to burst. Just as close as he was, you brought him back from release by letting go. Mark’s head jerked back to you, water brimming his eyes in desperation to get off. All you could do was shrug.

You yawned “I'm getting pretty tired, how about you?”

Mark snarled “Ok that’s it!”

Before you could tease, he grabbed your hand and shoved two of your fingers into his hold. He almost damn near cummed with the way he moaned. He wasted no time manually pumping your fingers back and forth. He was slick, apparently vilitramites could produce a substance that helped prevent friction from their holes for some reason. His legs started convulsing and the aching sensation in your groin became unbearable. Your nostrils flared and heartbeat quickened as you saw Mark use your hand as a personal dildo. Sweat pulled from your pores as you stared intently as your fingers would disappear into Mark’s hole. His head leaned back exposing his neck, as more incoherent mumbles and moans released from his body. Your legs shifted, trying to deal with the ache in your groin. Each moan coming from Mark’s mouth filled your ears, making you pant, your eyes furrowing as your eyesight locked onto his hole.

“Fuccckkk… Fuck me! God please fuck me!” Mark damn near screamed as his head lopped to the side. Pre-come and slick flowing out as it drenched your stomach. At that you bit your lip, flipping Mark onto his back while shoving all four of your fingers into him. His back arched legs bent up, a stream of precome flowed even more. You would’ve thought he’d come by now, but Mark’s biology was much different. He was now gripping the fabric on the bed as you slammed your fingers into his hole. Specifically aiming for his prostate, as you dug into it, moans and cries kept falling out of his mouth.

“Yes! F-finally! Ug..hhhh fuckkkk! YES G-GO ALL OUT! KEEP FUCKING ME UNTIL I FUCKING PASS OUT” He moaned, bitting his lip, blood spilling as he licked up. Your thrusts became even harsher as precome started staining your underwear. If you weren’t so horny, you’d call Mark weird for what he said. Once his precome became a consistent stream, that oh so familiar thick white fluid, you knew he was close. You quickly took your fingers out to which Mark growled. But quickly subsided as he saw you rip your underwear off and quickly shove your cock into his hole. He smiled, and let out a jittering laugh, his convulsions grew more as he wrapped his legs around your back. Locking you in a possessive hold, your pants were heavy as you dove your nose into his neck. Thrusts continuing to pummel into his hole at an animalistic rate.

Smelling the sweat and blood churned something within you, your lips started to curl exposing your teeth. Mark noticed this grabbing the back of your neck tight. And turned his head to fully expose his neck, especially the artery.

“B-Bite..’ He heaved out.

You bite down hard, puncturing his skin and deep into his flesh. Your thrusts, aggressive , stopped going so far back and became deep hard grinds. Blood seeped out Mark’s wound, he let out soft moans, his precome piling up onto his stomach. You didn’t just stop there, you bit every surface of his neck. Blood seeping from every cut, Mark’s neck and the bed underneath him soaked in blood. Shivers ran through your body, as you continued to grind, pleasure coursing through every vein. Mark shook as pleasure overtook him, he bit down on your shoulder. A moan left your body as his teeth teared through the layers of muscle. He kept chewing, finding any bare skin to feast upon as you held his body down with yours.

Mark was moaning like a dog, his legs shut tight around your waist as he chewed. His head fell back on the pillow seeing the massive sea of blood flowing from your neck and shoulders. The taste of your blood made him shiver, he quickly went back to lapping your neck with his tongue. Your thrusts continued as you shut your eyes, your wounds were quickly closing again as Mark lapped as much blood as he could.

“F-f-Fuck fuck.. fuck! FUCK!” He moaned his body convulsing for a final time as he cummed, it flowed out his penis and some hit his chin. His head flopped as he tried to regain his breath, but you weren’t done with him. You gave him a moment lapping up the blood seeping out his neck. While he giggled before slowing starting your thrusts again.

“I didn’t cum yet” you stated, Mark’s eyes widened as you continued an assault of thrusts. You ignored his cries, as you felt pleasure build up in you. Sweat dripped from your forehead, Mark’s moans filling your ears as you felt yourself convulse. His legs tightened even more around your waist, as your thrusts became more uneven. You loudly groaned and with one final slam, you felt your balls empty out, cum shooting into Mark’s asshole. The cum didn’t stop flowing for a good minute all while Mark grumbled and whined. As you finished, you flopped onto Mark, both of you panting. Neither of you said a word, it was strangely domestic, your eyes fluttered asleep as you saw Mark fall into slumber as well. You never understood why he ‘liked’ you so much, not that you cared to question. But there was no doubt he treated you better than a simple sex toy. Maybe a companion, or someone not be completely afraid of him just for the fun of it.

In the morning you felt yourself being pushed off the bed and falling onto the floor. You groaned and rubbed the back of your head.

“Seriously?” You asked annoyed.

“What? You're like a bear weight on top of me, plus I need to get cleaned up.” Mark stretched, itching the dried blood from his neck. You rolled your eyes taking the time to stretch your legs from where you sat. Mark walked towards you.

“I’ll keep your cum in me though.. for good luck” ;

[eilorow]

Werebro - Part 1

Aaron packed up his books and walked out of the university’s library. It wasn’t the first time he studied so late in the evening; it was quite common for him, actually. However, as soon as he stepped outside, he shivered due to a sudden gust of cold wind. “Brr, why is it so cold already, it’s only sunset,” he thought. He shot a glance at the dark pink sky. The full moon was already there, a big glowing orb illuminating the horizon in front of him. “I better take the underground tunnels. Guess I’ll look for werewolves another time,” Aaron whispered under his breath, chuckling. It was a recurring joke between him and his roommate.

The university student went back inside the building and made his way down to the tunnels, a slower, but warmer path to the parking lot. Walking through the dusty passageway, he could hear someone’s footsteps ahead. Running into someone at this hour was unexpected, but he wasn’t worried about it; it was probably another student just like him, staying late to prepare for the upcoming exams. Sure enough, as he turned the corner, he saw a small young man walking in front of him. Although they were going in the same direction, Aaron could tell he was carrying a pile of books in his arms. He seemed to be struggling with them, though: for a second, he looked as though he lost balance, then he dropped the heavy books on the floor all around him. The young man cursed under his breath; he seemed stressed, almost panicked, so Aaron went over to help him. The student definitely looked like the type to struggle with heavy objects: his oversized polo shirt failed to hide his skinny arms, and his jeans accentuated his spindly legs. His round face made him look shy, and his embarrassment only made him seem weaker.

“Hey, need some help? Those look heavy,” Aaron said, bending down to collect the books. However, the second he did, the other boy took a step back and started apologizing: “N-no, don’t bother, it’s okay. No, really, leave it, I should be fine.” Even if he said he didn’t want any help, his weak voice betrayed him. Aaron collected all the books into a neat pile, picked them up (they really were heavy) and handed them to the student. Weirdly enough, from up close, he didn’t look so weak; his arms filled his sleeves nicely, and his protruding Adam’s apple jutted out from the collar of his shirt. Standing in front of each other, they were at the same eye level. “Thanks, man,” he said, in a clearer voice than earlier. “No problem, good night!” replied Aaron, happy he could help.

The other student started walking again, faster than before. However, he didn’t make it ten steps before he dropped his books again, letting out a loud scream. Aaron rushed to his side, but something was definitely wrong this time: the other guy was holding his head between his hands, showing a surprisingly toned bicep. His jeans, almost baggy earlier, were tightly wrapped around his legs, and riding up towards his calves. Aaron finally understood what was going on: he was growing. The guy shot him one last look and managed to groan “Get away!” before his body shot upwards: his pecs grew noticeably bigger, popping the first button off his polo, and he grew taller, so that his shirt no longer covered the lower part of his abdomen. The first signs of abs could be seen below it. Aaron just stood there, mesmerized by the transformation unfolding in front of him. The man started fidgeting with his belt buckle, his thickening fingers making it more and more awkward. Finally, he managed to unfasten his belt, letting his pants down and revealing his powerful thighs underneath. His underwear also seemed to be tightening by the second, with a growing pouch at the front and a ballooning ass at the back.

The growing man clenched his fists, showcasing his powerful knuckles. He let out a deep groan as his shoulders broadened and his arms grew even bigger; the second button of his polo popped as his upper arms completely destroyed its sleeves. His chest was pushing outwards, his pecs taking up even more space under his shirt, until it ripped apart, hanging loosely on his lean but muscular frame. Aaron could see his chiseled abs, now fully exposed. As he was staring at them, he heard a loud noise and looked down: the hunk’s feet were slowly ripping through his shoes, laces snapping and seams bursting, letting his socked feet stretch slowly along the ground.

Grunting again, the changing man lifted his powerful legs and stepped out of the remains of his pants and shoes. While he stepped forward, he easily ripped off the remains of his shirt too. With another loud groan, he suddenly slammed both of his arms on the wall, leaning against it for support as the last part of his transformation began. His once round and shy face was reforming, becoming square and handsome. Stubble appeared along his sharpening jawline, and his brows furrowed. As his fingers elongated, palms stretching on the wall, his underwear showed signs of pressure. His dick was hardening and growing at the same time, visibly testing the limits of the piece of cloth. With a final grunt, his transformation came to a stop.

As the man opened his eyes, Aaron could tell he was not the same shy student he just helped with his books. The man turned his head towards him, and as he looked him in the eye, Aaron felt an unsettling feeling take him over. He quickly turned away, looking at the ground as he swiftly made his way towards the parking lot. “Hey man, what’s wrong?” the guy said, in a much, much deeper voice than earlier. “Come on, bro, I just wanna talk.” Aaron was tempted to trust him, to turn around, but he decided he wanted nothing to do with whatever was happening there. However, as he walked forwards, he could hear muffled footsteps behind him: the bro was following him. Aaron quickened his pace, hoping to make it to his car in time.

Entering the underground parking lot, Aaron quickly made his way towards his parking spot. It wasn’t that far away, but with someone following him, it seemed like miles. However, just as he spotted his car a few lots away, he also saw another guy in front of him. “Help!” Aaron shouted, desperate for any help he could get. “Get him away from me!” he continued, waving in the approximate direction of the hunk following him. However, as he got closer, he noticed the man was leaning forward against the wall. Around him, haphazardly scattered on the floor, were a pair of shoes and a pair of socks. Horror struck Aaron as he realized what was happening, just in time to see the man, with a grunt and a loud noise, bend forward and rip his shirt down the back. Aaron stopped dead in his tracks, not knowing where to go, and just stared at the second hunk as he, too, began his transformation. This one was smoother, as if he was used to it. He used his enlarging hands to grab the front of his t-shirt and rip it clean off, showcasing his already huge arms. His legs were filling up what seemed to be loose-fitting jeans, which somehow made his thighs look even bigger. His bare feet stretched along the ground, toes thickening slightly like the rest of his body. The second hunk then turned around to look at Aaron, who seemed to be stuck in place. He gave him a sly smile as his jaw sharpened, gaining handsome features that made it even harder to look away. 

Aaron was lost in the guy’s eyes, experiencing feelings he’d never felt before, resigning to the situation he found himself in. The man’s pecs heaving up and down with every breath, he slowly made his way towards Aaron. Before the guy got to him, however, Aaron felt a warm hand on his neck. He didn’t feel like running away anymore. He turned around, facing the first bro and his penetrating eyes. “Come on, bro,” he said. “You know you want it.” And Aaron did want it. His mouth was agape, staring at the handsome man in front of him. The bro delicately undid Aaron’s belt buckle and let down his pants and underwear, exposing his throbbing cock to the cool air. Aaron, as if he knew exactly what was expected of him, kneeled in front of the man and slowly slid his underwear down. As the hunk’s huge dick sprung out, he simply stared at it, lips inches away from its throbbing tip. As he felt the bro’s hand on his neck again, Aaron hungrily started sucking his cock. “That’s it, bro, keep going,” he vaguely heard him say. As he kept going, he felt the other bro’s dick entering his ass, from the back. Caught between both, he felt more pleasure than ever, as could be seen by the amount of pre that was leaking out of his cock. However, noticing that is what pulled him out of his trance, as he realized what was happening. He quickly spat out the first bro’s dick just as the guy came, cum landing all over the floor and, a little, on his Aaron’s shirt. Aaron also felt the second bro’s cock slide out of his ass, the moans behind him indicating he was also cumming. However, the student quickly managed to slide his underwear and pants back on, wipe off what he could from his shirt, and make his way to his car. As he drove out, he shot a glance at the two bros through his rearview mirror: they seemed to be flirting in some way, feeling each other’s muscles and performing various strange handshakes. Aaron didn’t have more time to analyze their strange behavior, though, and he made his way home as fast as he could.

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As soon as he entered his dorm, Aaron took a shower to wash off anything that could still be on him from the two bros. He wondered what could have made him want to have sex with them; it was unlike him to go for random hookups, and with guys? Never. It was weird, though; ever since he came back, he had the weird feeling it wasn’t going to be the last time…