#>:) i have visible abs even when not flexing

[inkskinned]

it takes a really long time to unlearn but there's no such thing as "cheating" or "half-assing" being a person. if you need to leave the cabinet doors open, leave them open. microwave your tea. sit down in the shower. buy the eggmaker. use your phone to calculate tip.

it's mostly fake posterity rules. who cares if you microwave your dinners. who cares if you use instant coffee. who cares if you stop watching the show that got boring. we all have a different set of skills and a different life and taking care of yourself is fucking hard.

at the end of your life there will be no final scoreboard. nobody is going to judge you because you brushed your teeth in the shower. there will be no final count of the number of times you had the same meal five nights in a row. there will be no fanfare or party because you won at being a person - and no one will be disappointed that you never understood the point of using paper towels to dry your hands off after washing them.

yeah, in this world, people will put up a fuss. i've noticed some of the biggest fusses are over what you'll put in/on your body. the fact that i will regularly eat deli meat straight out of the bag makes a lot of people genuinely concerned for me. but here's the thing: sometimes that's the only way i'm getting any protein. my doctor says i am doing fine. i'm sticking to my weird snacks and calling it deconstructed charcuterie.

they'll say they're horrified because you take a shortcut. that's fine. it's just that it looks like a shortcut to them because they're on a different life path. these kinds of things stand out to them as important. that's fine too. but for you? you've got other things that already make you pretty hard working. and these tiny things - well, they're just clutter on your journey.

[cntloup]

RetiredHusband!Simon x Wife!Reader HCs

18+ MDNI fluff, nsfw, pregnancy

After he retires, he'd settle at home. He does most of the housework when you're at work, but you love the times you spend with him doing mundane stuff, and you'd feel bad if you left all that work to him, so you have a laundry day when you both work together, but it almost always ends with you on the washing machine and him between your legs. Or your elbows on the washing machine and him behind you. 

He's a great cook. He makes some simple but exquisite dishes. In the military, he had to tolerate the bland MREs (idk how they taste but they look awful), so when he was back home, he'd learn to make some tasty meals for himself when he was living alone. And then for you when you came into his life. Your mouth starts to water at the delightful smell the moment you walk into the house. If you mention that you've been gaining some weight because of his delicious food, he'd honestly love it. He'd constantly touch the plush of your hips and belly, lightly squishing them with his hands while kissing you. He's happy that you like his food and you're well-fed and healthy.

Maintenance and repairs. He's excellent with his hands and understanding how things work, so the moment you notice something needs fixing, he’s on it. Most of the time you don’t even notice it cause he’s already done it when you were gone. He wouldn’t let it bother you even a second. If you ever find him working under the sink or in the garage working on his car, you’re in for a show. The way his muscles flex while working with a wrench, or when he manhandles a heavy object, his dirty greasy hands, sweat dripping down his forehead and his shirt sticking to his body, his pecs and abs visible to your hungry eyes, get you drooling and squeezing your thighs together. He gets super cocky if he notices (he always does), even more than usual. 

He makes sure to always have some fresh flowers on display in the living room and your favorites on your vanity table. Sometimes he stands by the door with a flower behind his back to give it to you when you walk in. He even learns how to make flower crowns and how to braid hair with flowers from youtube videos. After a few hours of grunting and groaning in frustration when he messes up, he finally masters the art. Only for his lovely wife.

At the end of the day, if you're both in the mood and not too tired, he makes love to you while holding your hand, your wedding ring glinting in the moonlight, a pillow placed under your hips so you'd feel more comfortable and he'd be able to hit that sweet spot inside you that makes those beautiful moans which he adores tumble through your lips. He praises you throughout the whole session, soft I love you's falling from his lips and calls you "my wife" and "Mrs. Riley" while slowly rolling his hips into yours.

He always cums inside. You love the feel of his thick warm cum inside your womb, and the thought of carrying his child makes you go absolutely feral. He'd love to have a family with you, the image of your belly swollen with his child stuck in his mind as his thrusts get harsher and more erratic, grunting out how he's gonna breed you. Your pussy flutters and tightly clenches down on him as the words leave his mouth.

After you announce your pregnancy, he’s glued to your side. And more handsy. He's always got a hand on the small of your back, your belly, randomly kissing your temple and forehead. He's just so happy to have you. And now you’re having a child?! He's over the moon! He's always by your side when you need him, rubbing your back and holding your hair out of the way when morning sickness kicks in, holding you in his arms when you cry, reassuring you and softly cooing praises into your ear if you’re nervous about giving birth and being a good parent. 

If you still go to work while pregnant, he’s got everything ready for you at home. All the housework is done, your favorite food is ready on the table, bath is also ready with your favorite oils and bath salts. You won’t lift a finger at home. Not on his watch. When you walk through the door, exhausted and body aching, he’s there to carry you to bed for a massage. He'll rub the sore muscles of your feet and gently massage your swollen tummy. If he feels a kick, he’ll grin so wide and rub your belly to feel it again, but he stops if you wince in pain, mumbling “sorry” and kissing you so sweetly. He'll give you a bath, delicately washing your tired body, his hand resting on your belly and placing soft kisses on your lips in between your rants about work and what a tough day you had. He watches you with so much love and adoration evident in his gorgeous eyes while you talk, admiring you. He's just so happy to have a little family of his own :) 

comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated ♥ 

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[jaylaxies]

SUBSCRIBER BENEFITS

PAIRING: camboy!sunghoon × fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, unprotected sex, excessive usage of nicknames, spanking, fingering, orgasm denial, overstimulation, breeding, slight bondage, mentions of obsession, just smut overall.

WC: 2865 words

SYNOPSIS: sunghoon is the prettiest boy you had ever laid your eyes on and you’d do anything to have him all to (in) yourself.

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, angels! I'm back with another fic! it’s just a really messy thought i’ve tried to put into words! i hope y'all will enjoy this! :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! it keeps me motivated! iloveyou all <33

He’s beautiful. Soft pink lips which stretched into the sweetest smile a man could provide you with. Sweet nectar dripped from his honey brown eyes. His supple skin resembling porcelain as you watch the man show off his abs on the monitor of your PC screen, the lights being that of dim red colour, only accentuating his muscles, which flexed with apiece movement of him. 

It was Park Sunghoon—your favourite and the only camboy that piqued your interest. He was truly a work of art, displaying his perfectly sculpted body for everyone to see. 

As for you, you’re the textbook definition of a spoiled rich girl who paid Sunghoon more than anyone in their sane mind would in just a single livestream, which didn’t even provide you with a visual of anything other than his face and torso. 

Despite him stroking his cock smugly, he made sure to hide it from the view of the camera, which drove you insane to the point you were ready to throw all your money his way, becoming his top subscriber.  

A moan left your lips, hearing him breathe out filthy words which were always effective in getting you off, the phallic shoved deep in your cunt only being a help to you. Sending him another big tip in hopes of him acknowledging you, you waited to see him smirk at the notification, not caring about the other comments flooding through his window. 

“That’s a generous sum you’ve sent me, kitten,” he chuckled, the nickname making your pussy flutter, “no requests from your side, darling?” He asked, smirking subtle enough for it to look attractive. 

That’s what you oh so obsessively want—his attention on you. 

So you type out as fast as you can. 

yourkittenxo69: a private session with you, that’s what i want 

Your request was bold, almost being perceived as a demand, which only intrigued him. 

Sunghoon never did private shows, or gave attention to any particular person in his lives. Despite it all, he was the most popular camboy on the site, surpassing everyone by just showing them his body, paired with his dirty talk. You hated how everyone wanted him, especially when you wanted him all to yourself. 

He licked his bottom lip while reading your comment, “Sorry, kitten. I don’t do private shows.”

yourkittenxo69: I’ll pay you

You typed out with a smirk, gasping when the dildo in you started vibrating just how you liked it, then you proceeded to type out the amount of money you were willing to pay. 

To some, it would take years to earn that amount of money but to you, it was your monthly pocket money, which you didn’t bother spending on Sunghoon. 

Naturally, the shock was evident on his face because no one in their right mind would offer someone such a huge sum for a private show. It almost felt like free money to Hoon, and so he smiled, tongue tracing his fang-like canines.

“You got yourself a deal, kitten.”

It was the first time you’d seen Sunghoon covered up, clad in white button up with the top three buttons left open. With his hair parted to the side, you could get a clear view of his face, but your eyes were focused on his arms, courtesy of him rolling up the sleeves. 

Given that you couldn’t show him your face, you resorted to typing out fast, yet you put efforts into wearing the newest addition to your lingerie set even though it wouldn’t be visible to him. 

“You have me all to yourself now,” he spoke up, tone cocky with how much you wanted his attention. 

yourkittenxo69: and that’s how it should be. Undress for me pretty boy 

He scoffed out a laugh, knowing exactly that he needs to cater to your wishes, “as your wish, kitten,” he whispered. 

Your attention was immediately captured by his slender fingers, which took their time to unbutton the shirt, providing you with the clear view of his torso, leaving him in nothing but his pants. 

The wetness in between your legs growing per second as you pleasured yourself alongside, eyes fixated on the screen. 

yourkittenxo69: your pants come off next

He grinned, “why? Wanna see how big my cock is?” He clicked his tongue, “what’s the point, baby? When you can’t even touch me from there,” his smirk was wide. 

His voice was condenscending, as if he couldn’t miss a single chance to mock you, which only fucked with your mind to an even greater extent. 

yourkittenxo69: just do as i say, you’re getting paid for it

A laugh escaped his lips as his fingers filled with the button on his jeans, opening it and sliding out of his jeans in an agonizingly slow manner, leaving him with his boxers and big imprint of his cock, a strangled moan leaving your mouth at the sight. 

“Like it, kitten?” He raised his brows, self aware of the effect his body had on people. 

You had to resort to using your vibrator for a release, but more than that, you wanted to meet Sunghoon in the flesh, to have his cock buried inside your leaking cunt. 

Sunghoon, on the other hand, was intrigued, his own mind forcing him to break rules for you. Why? Because he wanted to fuck some sense into your spoiled mind. Maybe, just maybe if you rile him enough, you’ll get exactly what you’re aiming for. 

yourkittenxo69: won't show me what’s hidden under your boxers now, pretty boy? 

“Why? Do you wanna be fucked dumb with it? Is that what you want, kitten?” He pressed, getting closer to the screen, making your heart beat out of your chest with anticipation, but you weren’t the one to give up, pushing his buttons would be the key to your success. 

His jaw clenched with each comment you posted, fists forming out of anger. 

yourkittenxo69: yeah, won’t you fuck me dumb?

yourkittenxo69: are you scared to show the world your teeny tiny lil cock? Is that why you keep it in?

yourkittenxo69: forget the distance, you can’t even make me cum by fucking me 

His voice was scary low as he scoffed, “getting ahead of ourselves now? Oh, kitten, give me your address if you dare instead of sitting behind a scene. I’ll see how you walk when I’m done with you,” he challenged, his slutry tone making you clench around your toy. 

That was your plan from the start, however you never expected him to give in this quickly, given that he wasn’t the one to make exceptions, yet he broke all the rules for you. 

With a blend of confidence and unadulterated need to have him, you swiftly typed out your address, making his lips turn into a seductive grin. 

“See you tomorrow then, kitten.”

He wasn’t sure if it was curiosity or his need to tame your brat ass which led him your way, money was only an addition to it. He spent an unconventional amount of time pondering upon the hasty choices he had made. 

He had a total of three things he knew about you, first being the fact that you were an adult, second that you were a female, and third—your address. 

Not to mention you were wealthy, his subconscious reminded him. 

It was risky, going to a stranger’s place, or in your case, a whole penthouse, yet he wanted to see the person behind the user yourkittexo69 and fuck some sense into her, even though he admit how it certainly would be better if you’d be as appealing to him as you sound bratty in general. 

That’s exactly how he found himself in front of your door, dressed in black button up and pants paired with a few chains and rings which completed his look. 

“Fuck it.” He rang the bell, waiting for the door to be opened by you, however he was greeted by a woman in what seemed to be working uniforms and hair tied up in a bun. 

“Welcome, sir. She’s been expecting you, please head up the stairs,” she acknowledged his presence, getting out of the house as you had ordered her to, for privacy's sake. 

Sunghoon thanked the women, eyes wandering around the fully decorated place of yours, each corner screaming wealth and money. 

Walking up the stairs, he noticed the big chandelier and a series of paintings lined up right before he reached your room, knocking on the big wooden door twice.

“Come in,” your voice came out muffled due to the thick door, but understandable nevertheless. 

Biting his bottom lip, he got inside your room and finally took you in for the first time—his eyes eyebrows raising in the process, a cocky expression taking over his face. 

The reason? It was you. The skimpy white lingerie set you wore didn’t leave much to the imagination, adding to that, you had done justice to your username by wearing a collar and cat ears just for the pretty boy in front of you, him noticing the tail only ignited the need to destroy your cunt even further. 

Your lips curled up into a sly smile, “didn’t think you’d actually come here, Park Sunghoon,” you mused, seeing him walk straight towards your bed, where you were spread out for him, “guess you really wanna fuck me.”

He didn’t speak a word, getting rid of his shirt as he proceeded to unbutton it. Just the action shut you up, no sign of humour on his face. Despite the spontaneity of this situation, it felt as if the pace was perfect, your desire colliding with reality for once. 

Your heart was pounding in your chest, finally witnessing him in front of you.

The night held a distinct allure to it, especially when the candles that you had lit spread the aroma which only aroused you further, making you gulp your nervousness down. 

He climbed up the bed, your breath hitching with how he stopped when he was right above you, his nose touching yours as he finally chuckled, “such a pretty face with that bratty mouth, yeah?” 

You yelped when he held your wrists above your head, a whimper leaving your mouth as he tied your wrists up with his shirt, “didn’t know you were into this,” you giggled. 

In an instant, his fingers were gripping your chin, “did I give you permission to talk?” His condenscending voice sent a shiver down your spine and you felt enthralled for a second before chuckling in his hold. 

“Since when do I need your permission—”

The next second, his slender fingers were wrapped around your neck, applying just enough pressure to put his point forward. 

“You’re not allowed to fucking talk unless I ask you to,” he seethed out, not missing the excitement in your eyes, “is that clear?” 

You looked at him with hooded eyes, a slutry expression taking over your face, “yes, daddy.”

He chuckled, stroking your hair and reaching to play with your cat ears, “y’know what, kitten?” He rasped, scanning your features, “you should be punished for being such a bratty kitten.”

You squealed when he roughly switched up the positions so that you were bent over his lap with his hand groping your ass, the air around you thickening. 

Driven by a primal longing, Sunghoon didn’t wait before he started spanking your ass, “count,” he ordered, “this one’s for being a brat.”

“Fuck! One,” you hissed out, biting your lips to conceal a moan. 

Another slap, “this one’s for talking back.”

A string of curses left your lips, “t—two!”

The slap resonated in the room, “for cursing.”

You whimpered, pressing your thighs together when he continued his ministrations, starting from one whenever you messed up, finally soothing his large hands over your ass. 

“Fucked out already? Oh, baby, I’m just getting started,” he said, sliding his fingers down to meet your soaked panties, he clicked his tongue, “we don’t need this,” he whispered. 

“Sunghoon—”

“Shh.” He ripped your panties into two, making your eyes go wide, “that’s not what you call me, kitten,” he rasped, pushing his two fingers into your cunt, the wetness allowing him to slide in easily. 

Your head felt dizzy, especially when you couldn’t move your hands or say anything that would make sense. No one’s ever been this way with you—demanding and in control, and he was simply fucking you with his fingers. 

Yet, you didn’t want to back down now, “is that the best you can do, daddy?” You mocked him just when you felt your high nearing in hopes of him speeding up. 

It resulted in him sliding his fingers out of your pussy much to your dismay, earning a pathetic whine out of you. He easily turned you around, getting on top of you, your body shivering with anticipation as he bent down, his nose caressing your ear as he whispered, “I’d give you my best but bad kittens don’t deserve shit.”

His fingers moved even slower, brushing against your clit in an agonizingly slow pace, “tell me, doll face, do you deserve to be fucked?” 

“Y—yes, please! I’ll be good,” you cried out, squirming and bothered at the orgasm denial. 

“Doesn’t sound very convincing to me, I guess the kitten doesn’t want it after all,” he chuckled, knowing that you had given up, especially when he pushed you that deep into your sub space, his thumb rubbing featherlight circles on your cunt. 

“P—please, daddy! I swear I—oh fuck! I won’t act up anymore, I’ll listen to you, please just—just fuck me!” You whined. 

“Wasn’t so hard, was it?” He pulled you closer by your collar, “now, be good and take it all like a good kitten.”

You were too fucked out to notice him getting out of his pants, not once getting a look at his cock. He deliberately prolonged his actions to torment you, just when you were reaching your high with his fingers again, but that wasn’t something he’d allow. 

He was swift to remove his fingers from your cunt, his movements deliberate when he positioned himself in front of your pussy, thrusting it all in one go. 

The sensation was quite literally exquisite, as if your whole body felt how big he was, lewd voices leaving your lips, eyes rolling back, your toes curling and back arching. 

“Daddy—so, so big,” you mumbled mindlessly as he focused on snapping his hips even faster, giving you no time to adjust to his length when he bottomed out, hitting your g-spot seamlessly.

“Yeah? Too big for you, kitten? That’s not what you were saying the other day.” He held your wrists up, eyes focused on your tears of pleasure. 

“I—was so wrong, daddy, I’m sorry—” his movements didn’t give you a chance to speak. 

Your vulnerable voice only fueled his desire, his movements intensifying when he bent down to suck on your clavicle, paying attention to your neglected tits by pinching them, rolling the nub between his fingers. 

“Wanna ruin you,” he groaned, “will make sure you don’t fucking walk,” with another thrust, you found yourself blacking out with how euphoric the feeling of falling apart on his cock was. 

But he was far from done with you, not giving you a second to breathe as he striked harder with each thrust of his, making you squirm and scream, your mascara running down your cheeks with your tears and your whole body felt as if it was on fire. 

He filled you up with his cum, stuffing you full and yet again, he wasn’t done with you. 

He tapped on your cheek twice, making you look at him, “swallow,” he whispered, spitting into your mouth and observing it going down your tongue before you gulped it all. 

“Good girl,” he praised, when you reached your high for the second time, your cum turning into a creamy mix inside you. 

You felt overstimulated, yet he didn’t stop. 

“Look at me, kitten,” he said, holding your chin and you were desperate to convey your impending orgasm again. 

You looked his way with dark eyes, almost falling shut when he smashed his lips onto yours, messing up your lipstick, his thumb rubbing your clit again leaving you breathless and dishevelled, panting with need. 

You realized how true he was to his words, you knew you won’t be able to walk anymore, or stand up for that matter. 

With a mixture of ecstasy and anticipating urgency, your hips met his, your stomach tightening when you finally erupted in a cry, consumed by the intensity of your climax and the feeling of him inside you. 

With two seconds of silence, Sunghoon got up, hair messy and lipstick staining his smirking lips as he untied your wrists, “have fun walking around now, kitten.” 

He was here to prove a point, nothing more, nothing less. 

And when you tried to stand up, miserably falling down with a whine, he only chuckled, sending a wink your way before he dressed up and left. 

What he didn’t know was that it wasn’t a punishment, only a push to your obsession with him, which grew even further. 

It sure won’t be a one time thing with Park Sunghoon. 

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[eilorow]

Horny Hunk - Car

Caden was sitting in his car, exhausted after a workout with his best friend Thomas, who was way more athletic than him, but would always go out of his way to bring him along and give him tips. That sweet attitude might be the reason Caden had a pretty big crush on him, though he would never admit it. Thomas was a chick magnet, and wasn’t shy about it. So, Caden was happy just being his gym buddy, and tried to stop himself from checking him out too much in the changing room.

He saw Thomas making his way to his car. “You’re in a hurry,” he said, getting inside. “Well, I didn’t know your showers lasted 20 minutes,” Caden shot back playfully. “Hey! The girl at the reception was checking me out, so I went and got her number,” his friend replied, showing the little piece of paper. “I see, so you’re just desperate to get laid.” “Maybe you should try, you know, your dream guy isn't gonna just show up, you have to talk to people sometimes,” Thomas said with a smirk. “All right, shut up now, before I leave you on the sidewalk.”

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They had been riding for a few minutes, not saying much, until Thomas pulled out his phone and started admiring himself. He never took pictures, but he did love looking at himself, especially after a workout. Caden glanced to the side as he was styling his hair up and looking into his own eyes; he couldn’t help finding it attractive. “Dude, check out these biceps,” Thomas let out with a chuckle. He was flexing his arms repeatedly, showing his noticeable progress, glistening with sweat. Caden tried not to look again, but couldn’t help sneaking a peek. He loved how big they were, and yet still defined…

“Shit!” Caden thought. He was starting to get an erection, and this was not the time nor the place. “Stop doing that,” he said. “You’re being weird.” “You’re being weird!” Thomas replied. “You’re not even complimenting your friend’s awesome gains.” Caden kept his eyes focused on the road, but felt more and more uncomfortable in his seat. “You should feel them, bro, they’re so tight-” “Stop that! I am not touching you!” Caden snapped, though he was blushing slightly. Thomas grinned even wider, finding his reaction funny. “Come on, man! You don’t like it when I do that?” He grabbed his friend’s wrist and brought his hand to his chest. “Feel that, dude. Real muscle.” “Dude, stop!” Caden was actually getting horny now, and had to quickly turn his flasher on and pull over to the side of the road. “Cade, why are we stopping? I’m just messing with you!” Thomas said, playfully punching him on the shoulder. But Caden wasn’t paying attention anymore. He grasped the arms of his seat, a familiar feeling stirring inside him.

Caden tentatively glanced down at his crotch, and saw what he expected to see: his boner was straining against the front of his shorts, visibly getting bigger. He groaned as his transformation began. His hands widened slightly, gripping his seat even tighter, while his arms started packing on muscle rapidly. He tilted his head back, making a whining sound that slowly got deeper. His throat thickened slightly and his chest widened, better adapting to his large arms. Caden groaned again as he felt himself getting taller and felt his pecs filling up, his loose tank top now barely reaching his waist. A hint of abs, more than he ever had, was peeking from under it. His legs stretched too, his thighs getting bigger and his calves gaining definition. The young man, feeling his feet pushing against the front of his shoes, pointlessly tried taking them off by rubbing them together. He then had to spread his legs apart to make space for his bulge and his growing asscheeks.

Thomas was watching the scene, bewildered, and started getting scared, not knowing what was happening to his friend. At this point, Caden was almost as big as him, if not bigger. He tried exiting the car, but his door was locked. As he tried reaching over him to get to the lock, his friend grabbed his wrist with his right hand, his fingers thickening and strengthening his grip. He brought it down to his chest, and slid it under his tank top, on top of his pecs. “You should feel them, bro,” Caden said in his new deeper voice, smirking cockily. Thomas couldn’t help but admire the two mounds as he felt them ballooning under his touch, growing full of powerful muscle. He looked up at the growing man’s face, seeing his friend’s boyish features hardening into squarer, more manly shapes. A hint of stubble also covered part of his face. At this point, Caden was fully enjoying his transformation. He grunted and flexed his arms as he grew again, arms becoming powerful rods of muscle and shoulders bulging outwards. His shredded 6-pack abs were clearly visible just above his widening waist and remarkable cum gutters. He had to pull his legs up slightly as he grew taller again, his thickening thighs making it somewhat difficult. Two loud tearing sounds could be heard as his feet burst out of his training shoes, now several sizes too small. A third ripping sound was heard as his ass grew into a large bubble butt, tearing his shorts right down the middle and freeing his large erection that was nearing 9 or 10 inches now, by how it was tenting the front of his underwear.

Just as Thomas thought the growth was over, Caden let out an even deeper groan. His neck became incredibly thick, his shoulders broadened to the point where he barely fit in the driver’s seat, and his pecs blew up again. It was a miracle his tank top was still intact; it was stretched out over his chest and powerful back muscles, and his pecs were jutting out from the sides. It didn’t even reach his abs anymore, stopping right above his chiseled 8-pack. His legs, already confined in the small space, lengthened one last time, bringing him easily over 6’6. Below them, his feet finished their steady growth, tearing apart his short white socks. Finally, a last ripping sound was heard as his underwear gave way and his enormous 12-inch jock cock erupted from its confines, pointed straight up, the swollen head already leaking pre-cum. Thomas stared at it, feeling his own erection straining his shorts, almost against his own will.

Cade, the hunk, horny in an almost feral way, grabbed Thomas by the back of the head and shoved him on his throbbing member. He struggled to even fit the thing in his mouth, because of how long and thick it was, but he started hungrily swallowing and licking it, experiencing the salty taste for the first time. Cade closed his eyes in bliss, pushing out deep moans from his enlarged throat. It didn’t take long before he pulled Thomas off and shot ropes of cum, again and again, all over his dashboard, tilting his head backwards and bellowing out a last groan. Thomas, seeing his friend’s humongous dick spurting cum with such intensity, came on the spot. They both panted, out of breath after their simultaneous orgasms.

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Caden sighed, using yet another tissue to clean the cum off his dashboard. He was back to normal now; it never took him too long. He shot a disgruntled look at Thomas, who still seemed a bit shaken and out of breath. “When I tell you to stop, you have to stop. You understand why, now?” Thomas nodded, looking at the stain at the front of his shorts. “I can’t believe you had to find out about this,” Caden added, annoyed, but blushing slightly. Thomas looked over. “When were you planning on telling me?” he asked. “Never!” snapped Caden. “It’s not the sort of thing I bring up in the middle of a conversation, you know. I don’t tell anyone that doesn’t need to know.” Thomas looked at him again, a smirk on his face. “Well, now that I know… Could we do this again sometime?”

[wileys-russo]

we need a dj leah fic

i know nothing about dj-ing so this is all y'all get lmao hobbies II l.williamson

"lee? baby i'm home!" you called out, kicking off your shoes and shrugging off your jacket at the door. though when you received no response you frowned, walking further into your home.

"babe? leah?" you continued to call out, popping your head into the bedroom and the living room but finding no trace of the blonde. her car was in your driveway and unless you'd missed something you weren't aware of her having an event or plans tonight.

"oh here you are." you sighed in relief finally finding her in the kitchen. "baby?" you called out, dropping your bag on the counter. "lee?" you called again, the girl bopping her head focused on something else, headphones covering her ears.

you paused for a moment eyes falling to the sliver of her abs visible where her shirt had ridden up, waistband of her boxers poking out from her pants as her tanned and toned arms flexed while she messed about with whatever was in front of her.

"leah!" you yelled louder, smacking your hand on the counter a few times as your girlfriend finally glanced up, flinching a little in shock at the sight of you stood there. "hi gorgeous, didn't hear you come in." she pulled her headphones down to her ears with a smile.

"missed you." she attached to you right away with a soft smile, attacking your face with kisses before finally rewarding you with a real one, tugging you around the counter to where she previously stood.

"yeah no wonder you didn't hear me. what the hell is all this?" you frowned seeing her messing about with her laptop and some sort of board full of buttons. "dj pad." leah gave you a toothy grin, wrapping you in a hug, your head resting against her chest as you stared down at her latest hobby.

"oh leah." you sighed as she let you go, tenderly kissing the side of your head. "what?" she smiled, ducking down to kiss you properly, sending your head into a spin as her tongue swiped your bottom lip but you forced yourself to pull away.

"you always do this!" you pulled yourself up to sit on the counter beside her laptop. "do what!" leah frowned, crossing her arms with a raised eyebrow sent your way.

"you invest in some sort of hobby, do it for a week or two and then it joins your graveyard of dead interests and you move onto something else. then the cycle repeats!" you shook your head knowingly.

"i do not!" leah scoffed in offence as you now raised an eyebrow at her, jumping down from the counter. "come with me my love, let's go on a little house tour." you smiled holding our your hand, leah pulling off her headphones with a roll of her eyes and leaving them by the dj pad as her slender fingers interlocked with yours.

"example one; the hoverboard." you gestured to the item sitting abandoned in the corner of the living room, untouched for years now. "babe everyone bought those during lock down!" leah defended as you hummed.

"example two; the indoor golf set." you kicked the box sat with her trainers. "i still use that." leah protested as you fixed her with a firm look. "you've used it like four times if you're lucky."

"example three; the knitting!" leah followed you into her study as you yanked open one of her desk drawers and pointed to the abandoned bundle of wool and needles. "excuse me? i made you a blanket and that blanket was made with love." leah scowled as you shut the drawer.

"a baby blanket maybe it was like four poorly finished squares lee it could cover my ankles if i'm lucky." you chuckled moving to the large wall to wall bookshelf as leah scoffed. "psychology!" you continued, waving to the five or six huge textbooks your girlfriend was yet to even touch let alone crack open.

"hey i could still read those, that doesn't count." "but will you? signs point to no." you sighed with a shake of your head, ignoring your girlfriends hand swatting at your bum with an unimpressed huff at your tone.

"the VR goggles?" "they gave me a headache!" "the drumming pads?" "okay those were an impulse buy." "gardening? the veggie patch?" "our garden is immaculate!" "yes it is, because i'm the one who looks after it and actually keeps it alive baby. the video camera?" "hey i made the cutest video with that last year, it isn't my fault i lost the charger."

"do i need to continue baby or are you seeing the pattern now?" you challenged with a smile, swinging leahs hand back and forth which was still linked with yours.

"okay maybe i can be a little bit impulsive. but life is too short not to enjoy simple pleasures babe, even just for a moment." using your interlocked hands she tugged your body into hers, hands cupping your cheeks as her thumb pulled down your bottom lip before it snapped back up with a small pop.

"did you learn that in one of your self help books?" you grinned right as she leaned in to kiss you, head flicking back to the bookshelf. "shut up, but i'm getting pretty good! come." with that she lead you out of the office and back to the kitchen.

"leah!" you laughed as she effortlessly picked you up by the waist and sat you back on the counter. "listen." she carefully slid her headphones over your ears, pecking your lips a few times and focusing back on the dj pad.

your lips curled into a smile as you adjusted her headphones, wincing a little as a loud beat sounded in your ears, and you tried not to laugh at how your girlfriends eyebrows furrowed together as she pushed and prodded at the different buttons.

"see? not too bad eh!" leah stopped after a few minutes and you tugged the headphones down. "wait that was it?" you frowned, leahs mouth dropping into a small o at your words. "that was like someone beat boxing without a sense of rhythm. babe that was so bad!" you laughed honestly, covering your smile with your hand.

"baby!" leah whined, smacking your leg and crossing her arms. "what? do you want me to lie?" you grinned as she pulled her headphones off you with a huff. "don't quit your day job for the ibiza circuit just yet sweets, you're no fred again." you continued to tease as you patted her shoulder.

"hey it's really hard okay! these stupid programs i downloaded are no help either." leah pouted with another huff. you held up a finger for her to wait, lifting your hips to pull your phone out of your back pocket.

"here baby, one more for your bookshelf." "how to dj for idiots and dummies."

"cheeky girl." leah tutted, slotting herself in between your legs as her hands slid up and down your legs which wrapped around her waist. "have you figured out your dj name yet?" you grinned, getting your words out in between the lingeringly soft kisses the taller blonde was leaving on your lips.

"no, got any suggestions?" leah chuckled, closing her eyes as your mouth pulled away from hers and focused on her neck, her hands gripping your hips and pulling your body closer into hers as you inhaled the intoxicating scent of her favorite perfume.

"i think dj hold the mayo williamson will do numbers in ticket sales." "oh really? think i might need a tour manager love." "aren't you lucky, you've got the best in the business right in front of you." "mmm i haven't done any gigs yet gorgeous, afraid i can't pay you." "oh don't you worry williamson, i think we can work some sort of arrangement out."

[pandoraslxna]

❄️ Kinkmas — 04. By the fire ❄️

Neteyam x female omatikaya reader

⋆｡° ✮ Minors dni 🔞

⋆｡° ✮ Kinkmas Masterlist

⋆｡° ✮ Warnings: teasing, slight dom/sub dynamics

⋆｡° ✮ Adult Neteyam art by the amazing @cinetrix 🩵

⋆｡° ✮ Translation: tanhì = star, bioluminescent freckle

Neteyam sits in his usual place by the fire, sunk deep in the task of weaving what seemed to be a fishing net of sorts.

His brows are furrowed in concentration as he loops a thin cord between skilled fingers, tying knot after knot to make the pattern complete. The rest of the marui pod was quiet.

Outside, snow fell in brilliant flurries, melting into nothings and fusing into one with the great wide ocean.

You watched him in peaceful silence for a while, as the logs crackled and snapped in the hearth. A warm glow illuminates his features and lights up even the faintest stripes that were otherwise barely visible on his dark blue skin. It made the muscles on his arms and abs more prominent, too, you realized, swallowing the salvia that pooled in your mouth at the sight.

"You know it's impolite to stare a man down", Neteyam mused as he pulled the cord tight, not looking up at you as he spoke. The sound of his voice ultimately snapped you out of your thoughts, yet you couldn’t ignore the effect this view had on you.

"Hmh, I know", you spoke softly, shrugging your shoulders in a way of playful innocence. It made his lips curve into a knowing smile.

You wanted him, and even though you had no idea how exactly he did it, Neteyam always knew it as well. In the past it had been such a struggle to keep yourself from pulling your mate straight away into bed, but tonight, oh tonight, you just needed him. You needed him here and now, needed him in the worst way possible.

There wasn't any graceful way of saying it and worse, there wasn't any way you could stop him from taking entirely too much satisfaction in you needing him.

With your desire trumping everything else, you gracefully made your way across the room, where you stood before him and waited. If you had been more bold, the cord in his hand would be on the other side of the room and the fishing net tossed aside, but alas, you had patience enough for him to find a stopping point. After setting them both aside, Neteyam leaned back on his palms, and finally looked up at you. His eyes were focused on your own, glimmering in the flickering firelight.

"What is it, hm?", he questioned, a hint of a smirk tugging at his mouth, one of his eyebrows raised as he waited for an explanation. You gulped, taking in his form, long and toned, the muscles of his chest flexing so casually as he breathed in and out. A soft chuckle made you glance up at his face just as you had started to zoom out again, making you blush sheepishly.

"C‘mere, tanhì", Neteyam said, offering a hand for you to take. Your loincloth hitched up as you crawled into his lap, your knees on either side of his thighs. Warm hands held you steady as you positioned yourself, caressing your waist. Your arms slid neatly around his neck and Neteyam looked up at you, not kissing or sliding his arms under your buttocks and pulling your loincloth up further, not even having the common decency to get aroused. Neteyam just sat there, entirely composed, a look on his face reminiscent of a cat about to swallow up the canary. "Well?" he taunted. "If you want something, you have to talk to me."

For a moment you hesitated, looked down and licked your lips. As your gaze wandered back up, you bit your bottom lip. Neteyam loved when you did that, you knew he did. It was your secret weapon and it worked flawlessly every single time. Well, almost every time. Not now though. There was something so smug in his look, so much enjoyment at making you voice your need. He cocked his head to the side, a few of his braids swaying over his shoulder as a teasing look greeted you. You gave an exasperated sigh and rolled your eyes before groaning. "Neteyam, pleaseee", you pleaded, whiny and frustrated over having to work so hard for this.

"Ah, ah, ah. We're not at that part yet", he chuckled. "I think you were about to ask me for something first, hm? Ask me like a good girl. Like maybe…", he thought for a second before continuing in a mocking voice, "Neteyam, I'm so sorry for making you put down your work, but would you please take me to bed and make me scream?"

You couldn’t help but giggle a little, the fireplace warming your back and sending a pleasant flush of heat over your skin. "Oh, you don't have to take me to the bed...", you mumbled sheepishly, hoping you sounded sultry enough to get him to act.

But Neteyam only bowed his head and gazed more deeply into your eyes. It made you tremble with want.

Quietly, you then answered, "I'm very sorry for interrupting your work, Neteyam… but I need you to have your way with me." At that, his grin turned dangerously sharp. The sight of his canine poking out from under his lip, before he licked over them, was absolutely intoxicating. It made you weak at every joint, and sent your mind spiraling. Red embarrassment grows hot in your cheeks as you prodded, "Satisfied?"

Neteyam then wrapped his arm around your back and pulled you closer, "No, not yet, tanhì. But I will be."

[mrwavellswaps]

Perseverance Pays Off

“So? Is that body a good fit Daniels?” The Sargent asked as his ‘newest’ recruit finished up with their usual morning training.

Daniels made his way over with a cocky smirk as he brushed his dark blonde hair out of the way. Carrying himself with a confident swagger and clearly having no problem showing off his impressive muscled upper body. His strong arms and powerful abs being nearly impossible to ignore as they’d make most people drool with either lust or jealousy… or both.

“Absolutely sir! It’s perfect!” The man beamed. “I’ll be honest, when you told me that a strong new body was ready for me, I was worried I’d be stuck inside a big dumb looking brute.” He brought up an arm and flexed one of biceps hard before running a hand down his hairy chest and abs. “But this body is amazing! It feels so strong but so nimble at the same time. And so handsome too! I can’t get enough of myself!”

———

Some time prior, the former owner of Daniels’ new body had been caught after being involved in a terrorism scheme. He had two options. The first was to spend 26 years in prison for his crimes. The second was to give up his body to be used by the military and instead spend only 10 years, perhaps less with good behaviour. Evidently, after some serious consideration, he took the second option.

After being sentenced, the man was taken down to a military camp where a switching station had already been set up. Once notified, one of the Sargents picked out a new recruit to go and receive this little gift they’d been sent. And that recruit just so happened to be Daniels. One of the freshest young recruits they had. He was a skinny young lad who’d just barely passed the physical exams but his heart was always in it. Always trying to prove that he deserved a spot here. And that perseverance paid off as the Sargent pulled him aside and told him that he deserved a reward.

The next thing Daniels knew he was escorted to the switching station before being prepped for the procedure. He didn’t even get to see the man in the other room who he was about to become. Only being reassured that he was going to have a still young but very strong and masculine body before soon being put under…

When he awoke from the procedure, the first thing he noticed upon blinking his new eyes open were the muscled pecs on his chest that were topped with a healthy sprinkling of chest hair. His eyes would only continue to widen with disbelief as he gaze pushed further towards the cobbled abs on his stomach that were miles better than the barely visible ones his old body had. But even more impressive than that was the fat bulge he now adorned! Clearly he was working with some pretty heavy duty equipment now which he couldn’t say he wasn’t hoping for. If there weren't still doctors in the room, he would’ve slipped a hand into his new briefs and started playing with his new manhood. However it didn’t stop from at least pulling back the waistband to get a quick peek and what he saw had him grinning ear to ear.

The doctors would soon pass Daniels a handheld mirror to check out his new face and honestly it was everything he’d hoped for when he’d been told he’d be switching. He was a perfect blend between pretty and ruggedly handsome with a face that could make even some of the straightest men do a double take. The longer, thicker hair made him feel like one of those ripped surfer dudes you’d see on tv shows. And if that wasn’t enough, the full well kept beard he now adorned only elevated that look even further to movie superstar levels of gorgeous. He almost couldn’t believe that it was *his* reflection he was staring at but awestruck expression said it all. At that point he was having to use all of his willpower not to get a raging boner…

After giving Daniels a moment to take in his new body, his Sargent walked in carrying a new set of clothes for him to wear. He informed Daniels that he would have the rest of the day to get used to his new body and how it functioned but he expected him to get back to training with the other boys tomorrow. A deal that the new hunk happily took while his former skinny body was already being taken away back to prison.

As soon as Daniels had some alone time, he practically ripped off his clothes and got to exploring for real. Touching and caressing every inch of his new body. Inspecting every curve and ridge with leisure. Squeezing at his new muscle as he flexed it, loving the strength that it carried. Adoring how tight his muscled ass felt. He could tell simply by how his new hole clenched instinctively when his finger ran across it that this body more than likely belonged to a straight guy who’d never once experimented with his hole. If anything that only made him more excited to pop his cherry for a second time when he eventually gets his new formerly straight asshole stuffed with cock.

And speaking of cock he’d probably be doing a lot of stuffing ass’ full himself with how fat his new one was. So long and girthy that he was able to grip it with both hands at once. His old dick could never have come close to comparing with this new monster that swung between his legs. Not to mention the heavy set of balls it came with. Soooo full of cum. Soooo full of testosterone! He couldn’t help having a stupid grin plastered across his handsome new face as he pumped and pumped. And before he knew it, a fountain of cum was erupting from his cock as he fell to his knees in pleasure with a long groan. Happily spaying his new seed absolutely everywhere until his balls were finally drained.

———

“Yeah I honestly couldn’t be happier with this body sir.” Daniels told the Sargent while continuing to admire himself. He’d gotten stuck back in with his training with most of the other guys admiring and complimenting him on his new body while a handful looked on in envy. He excelled more than ever which was to be expected now that he had a powerful body to back up his determination. Even getting a little cocky as he took off his shirt to show off his new body some more.

“That’s good to hear. You deserve it after all the hard work and dedication you’ve put in during your time here so far.” The Sargent replied bluntly, keeping up his usual stoic appearance.

Daniels smirked as he stepped closer to the man who was always barking orders him and his squad. Only stopping once the two were mere inches apart. “And I assume we’re still on for our usual private training session tonight?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows beneath the shades he had on.

The Sargent was quiet for a moment before responding. “We are. Meet me at my quarters tonight.” He confirmed with that same blunt tone yet again.

“Mmmm yes sir.” Daniels responded with lustful excitement. He did a quick look around to make sure nobody was looking their way before leaning in closer to the Sargent’s ear as he grabbed the bigger man’s hand. “Although… maybe you’ll be the one calling me sir this time.” He whispered as he placed the Sargent’s hand on Daniels’ hefty crotch. “After all, there’s gotta be more than one reason why you’d insist on giving me this hung as fuck body. Right Sarg?” He added before reaching around and grabbing the Sargent’s thick muscle ass.

The Sargent didn’t respond but the reddening look on the mature man’s face was all Daniels needed to see. With that he gave his Sargent another quick pat on the ass before turning and heading back to join the rest of the boys with that same confident swagger from before that he’d adopted. Leaving the Sargent alone to quell his semi erection before anyone noticed.

[fredwkong]

Lotto Ticket Wish

You had been on a bit of a dry spell when I appeared before you. Your small town didn’t have a lot of dating options for a pretty average young gay guy like you—basic white boys are a dime a dozen. You had gone out with every guy you liked on Tinder, been catcalled more than you could count on Grindr, and Scruff wasn’t even in the cards as long as you couldn’t grow a beard. You were bumming around the bowling alley—it was the only place in town open after 8—when you spotted me.

For you, I took the form of an arcade lotto machine. Insert a coin, receive a random ticket with a prize printed on it. You were confused, since you’d never seen me before, but you were bored and horny and nothing interested was happening. You inserted your coin, and I printed out your prize:

FAME. GLORY. PLEASURE. SPEAK YOUR WISH NOW AND SEE IT GRANTED. SATISFACTION GUARANTEED.

You chuckled. Typical arcade shit, you thought. “I wish I was a hunk!” you said aloud, and laughed to yourself again. Well, maybe it was worth the coin for the laugh. You pocketed your ticket and headed home.

That night, while you slept, your wish came true. First, a dark spot appeared on your fingertip where you had held your wish ticket. The darkened skin raced over your hand, leaving your small pale hand larger, thicker, and dark, a rich brown shade. Thick, black hairs grew on the back of your hand and fingers. The change continued up your arm, which began to bulge with muscle and veins. You flexed your hand in your sleep, and new strong tendons shifted under brown, hairy skin as your bicep peaked into a mound like a baseball.

Your shoulder rounded out into a thick, capped delt, and a forest of thick hair grew in your armpit. You wrinkled your nose at the musky, spicy scent that started to emerge, but your sleep quickly calmed into a sexy dream of sniffing a musky, dark-skinned armpit. Meanwhile, your chest thickened into a set of huge, rounded pecs with dark, pert nipples. Dark, curly hairs grew in and immediately became soaked with sweat, adding to the spicy stench in the air. The transformation proceeded down your other arm, until it was the perfect match. You shifted in your sleep, sending your nose into your other rank armpit.

As the skin of your belly darkened, fat evaporated away and six thick abs swelled out of your midsection. Your whole torso thickened with sturdy back muscles. All this extra mass made you sweat even more in your sleep.

A thick treasure trail grew from your belly down to your pubes, which darkened and thickened, as the skin tautened and turned black. Your balls swelled, causing you to shift your legs in your sleep and let your new bulging sac rest lower. Your cock thickened and grew, quickly slipping out of your boxers to reach down toward your knee. As your cockflesh darkened, you grew a thick, well-stretched foreskin, which released a cheesy smell into the air as you dreamed of tongue-washing an Indian hunk’s balls.

Your ass grew as well, rounding out as a thick, muscular cushion rather than a flat pad. Your boxers became so tight they might as well be briefs, the fabric stretched thin enough that the thick hairs swirling over your ass became visible. As the transformation continued down your legs, quads, hamstrings and calves grew, darkened, and became covered in sweaty hair. Your feet stretched and the soles thickened.

Finally, the transformation proceeded up your neck. Your neck and Adam’s apple thickened, causing you to release a deep grunt in your sleep. Your hair darkened to shiny black and became wavy, falling perfectly into a slick, masculine style. Your skin cleared and became brown, and your brows thickened and lowered, giving your now dark eyes a hooded, mysterious look. Finally, your nose widened slightly as your jawline sharpened, becoming coated in dark stubble that would grow back in minutes if you ever shaved.

The musky smell of your new Indian body swirled around your bedroom, subtly changing the space. In place of your desk appeared a set of adjustable weights. Your bookshelf became a full length mirror. A Hindi self-help poster appeared over your now-simple, masculine bed. Your closet filled with gym gear, with some formal kurta for when you visited your family in Chandigarh.

You woke at sunrise and wrinkled your nose at the smell permeating your nose. “Bro, what the fuck,” you muttered, in a deep, Hindi-accented voice. You made to hop out of bed, but as soon as your thick legs moved apart, your overstretched boxers tore at the groin, letting your oversized cock and balls spill out.

For a moment, you gaped at your thick new uncut cock and swollen, churning balls, then you jumped to your feet. Using your new strong hands you ripped the tattered boxers off and caught a glimpse of your magnificent body in the mirror.

You had certainly become a hunk! The sight of your bulging muscles and Indian good looks brought your cock to full attention, and you instinctively started to jerk off. The smell of your unwashed, weeping cock mixed with the spicy musk your body gave off, and before long you were close. You watched in the mirror as you bounced your sweaty, hirsute muscles and licked your musky armpit. Finally, you exploded, coating the mirror with a huge load.

In an instant, you felt a burst of knowledge flood into your head. You suddenly began to think in Hindi, and translating your thoughts into English became more difficult. You realised that you were the hottest stud in town, especially with your hunky Indian looks and deep, Hindi-accented voice. You knew how to make a perfect homemade Indian meal, and also how to totally dominate any white boy you wanted. You were about to be king of the town.

You grabbed some of the clothes scattered on the floor. A jock, gym shorts, and yesterday’s tank top should be fine. You gave yourself a quick sniff test: the perfect level of unadulterated sweaty musk for a morning gym session. After all, there would probably be some jockboy there who couldn’t wait to get a taste of Raj, the musky Indian stud, and the hottest commodity in town.

Just as you were about to leave your room, you noticed your wish ticket lying on the floor. You picked it up, and wondered if the wish-granting lotto machine was still at the bowling alley…

Idea with assistance from the genie-bot by @mystrangetfs.

[arminsumi]

WHEW🚴 can i request corrupting canon verse armin??? sure, he’s seen his fellow soldiers go in and out of brothels but that’s so indecent to him!!! :( poor boy doesn’t get the hype of sex and even how good it feels, maybe armin had an occasional wet dream but he’s too focused on his work to know how an orgasm feels or how to pleasure others… UNTIL Y/N PULLS UPPP😶‍🌫️

thank you sm i adore your writing

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

ARMIN x f.reader

Warnings; 🔞 MDNI, smut

Kinks; masturbation, oraljob (reader giving), inxperienced Armin x experienced reader, accidental edging, unprotected sex, creampie, kinda sub!armin and soft dom!reader

A/N; WHEEE this request had me holding my breath 😩💕 ty i hope u like what i did with it mwaaa

It just didn't occur to armin that he could touch and stroke his cock whenever it got stiff. That needy feeling persistently nagged him, but he paid it no mind like a good and disciplined soldier and went back to his duties.

Sometimes he'd look confusedly at his sheets in the morning after waking, wondering why there was a small puddle on his sheets of this creamy white... milk? No, that couldn't be milk, it was the wrong consistency, and it also didn't taste like milk, as he discovered.

It was curious that, when he was around you, his cock got stiff. And stubbornly so. Sometimes while talking to you, he felt it begin to strain against the black fabric of his uniform dress pants.

When you confronted him about it, he stuttered and attempted to explain himself sophisticatedly. "I don't know, it gets like this when I talk to you... when I think about you."

How cute. But you knew more than he did, poor innocent angel that he was. You offered to help him out, and he accepted with a nervous gulp.

"Wh-what are you getting on your knees for? You're gonna hurt your knees and — it's — it's cold!" he looked at you confusedly.

"Oh, Armin, don't worry. I'm gonna teach you how to take care of yourself, m'kay?" you smiled, your thighs pillowing flat as you kneeled before him.

You looked up at him. What a damn good-looking man, so handsome in his uniform with that pendant around his neck.

When he first felt your lips engulf his hard cock, he visibly melted and went straight to heaven. A staggering moan escaped his lips, but he had no idea why he made that sound. "Sorry... that was, um, involuntary?" he apologized through ragged breaths.

When you pulled away and he saw the sloppy mess of saliva left on his cock, he busted right there. Hot, creamy ropes of cum shot all over your tongue and mouth.

His chest heaved up and down, he tried to catch his breath and apologize at the same time.

"I-I don't know why I — how did I — I'm so sorry, it got all over you! Let me get you a towel!" and he scurried off to get you one.

After that life-changing experience, Armin practiced jerking himself off a few times. He was starting to get an idea of how good sex must be, and why his fellow soldiers snuck off to brothels so often.

Sometimes he felt shameful when he got hard, and avoided touching himself.

He had to really distract himself.

So he'd do some pushups and get into a sweaty workout. But he'd be rock hard throughout it, his cock aching and nagging to be touched. You at the forefront of his mind, of course.

In the shower one day, he finally gave into his desires and stroked himself off. Rivulets of piping hot water ran down the contours of his physique, precum spurted out his reddened cockhead. The veins showed up all over.

Each stroke became faster and faster as he tried to chase that familiar feeling to the finish line. He threw his head back and let the water wash over his face, let it run down his neck, his chest, his abs... his tummy flexed at the sensation of fucking his hand.

His cock twitched at the memory of your lips. And his thoughts? All he could think about was how it would feel to have sex with you. How it would feel to actually be between your soft thighs, to have you take his cock.

"Hey! Miiin? You in there?" you called.

He stopped immediately, hissing because he just unknowingly accidentally edged himself.

"Yeah! Just a minute!" he yelled in response.

He hastily turned the water off and wrapped a towel around his waist.

How annoying... his cock made a tent.

His tip nuzzled against the soft fabric, making a tickling sensation. "Shit..." he mumbled.

He had to calm down before presenting himself to you. But he just couldn't. So instead he compromised and folded his hands over that region, so he could press his cock down and look normal.

"What is it?" he innocently poked his head around the corner.

You motioned for him to come out quickly. It was just some small favor that you needed him for — fixing a tiny ODM gear mechanic.

"I should repay you in advance. Wanna take that towel off?" you asked cheekily.

His ears perked up. His heart raced — it went nuts. His cock only just started calming down, now it made a tent again with the towel. Armin flushed bright red and half-heartedly concealed his hard-on, but you pulled his hands away.

"Don't be ashamed, Armin, it's totally normal. I get it." you said.

"Sorry... I-I gues I just... I like you a lot?"

"Mmm... i think it's a bit more than that." you said. "you wanna fuck me, don't you?"

He audibly swallowed and stared at you dumbfoundedly with those baby blue eyes. He nodded and weakly responded with a small and shy "Y-yeah... I do."

"Well, c'mon, I'm right here. Give it to me." you said, hopping on his bed, pulling off your panties from under your uniform skirt.

Armin's eyes went big. His dick was so hard that it hurt.

"Come here." you beckoned him. He didn't hesitate.

Soon you had him kneeling on the bed, staring curiously as your pretty plush thighs parted for the blond soldier. Your dirty smile was so inviting to him, but —

"What... what exactly am I supposed to do?" he asked.

"Fuck me." you giggled.

"But... how?" he blinked.

You giggled louder.

He let out a gasp when you reached for his cock, tugging on it a bit. "Put this," you said, "in here." you spread your legs wider to display your soaked pussy.

That sight made him widen his eyes. He stuttered, "Oh... o-okay, I'll try?"

The poor boy, it took him a while to... ahem... find the hole. And when his tip first pushed past your supple lower lips, he came immediately. He came a lot. It felt like he burst inside you.

"Ooh, you've never felt pussy before, huh?" you teased.

Well, it wasn't only that; he had just edged himself in the shower.

"N-no, I haven't. I-I don't really know what I'm doing. c-can you guide me? Please?" he pleaded cutely.

"Of course, come closer; push it deeper. Mhm, there, like that, keep going. Deeper, deeper — there we go — oh fuck — you're thick."

"Is that a good thing...?"

"Mhm, definitely. Ah, okay, thrust your hips now, just imagine you're doing those ODM gear warmup exercises, Y'know what I'm talking about?"

"Y-yeah. Ah fuck... like this?"

You rolled your eyes back and he groaned. His cock was pulsating. It felt so damn good all over, he felt all this dopamine rushing through his brain.

"Oh — oh — yes — fuck, ohmygod— Armin, keep doing that."

You kept guiding him through the motions until... well, until he figured it out and ended up fucking you dumb.

You didn't expect that. But that's so Armin of him; he's a quick learner, of course after a little sex lesson he'd know exactly what to do, and excel at it. Well, some of it was also just primal instinct.

Your plush pussy engulfed him and squeezed out more of his creamy cum. It got messy, so messy.

His forehead beaded with sweat, dampening his bangs and causing them stick to his skin.

Fully flushed. Breath short — he panted as he easily came a third time inside you.

His thrusts made your eyes roll back, hard, and your pussy clenched around him like it never wanted to let go. Just a few more strokes and you felt yourself gushing and shaking under him.

"Oh my god..." he whimpered at the sight of you cumming for him.

He wanted to make you do that again and again — he got a little addicted to sex with you after that, some days he'd come pawing on your skirt with these pleading, lustful eyes.

[kawareo]

ur right, the only person who has an excuse to have abs is Karlach (the whole avernus thing, I believe she was probably malnourished during that time and slowly gets her healthy chub back the longer she travels with everyone)

Ok just gonna do a quick ramble about how i see them here, from no abs to yes abs

Gale: nerd who stays solely in his tower. His abs might be there but if they are its all illusion magic babey, there is SOFTNESS and thats a hill i will die on

Shadowheart: no visible abs and shes not particularly strong, shes just basically fit in a way where running up a small hill wouldn't kill her and her knees wouldn't creak when she crouches (sorry Gale), no abs, stomach soft to touch

Wyll: he's fit enough but not that strong, id say there is no ab definition but he can do some situps without feeling agony in the morning. They exist but theyre covered completely, you could feel them if he flexed!

Astarion: now. NOW. hear me out. He has abs at the start of the game and itd make sense because even though hes not that strong his DEX is high and it could make sense. BUT. as the game progresses he loses the abs because he is for the first time on 200 years not constantly dehydrated/starved and his body gets into a more normal state. His initial ab definition makes sense if we remember how movie stars look like when they dehydrate before shoots to make muscles more visible, id say same thing.

Karlach: abs of steel BUT theyre not that visible, she's strong as hell but id also give her some meat on the bone to make her stronger especially in the waist area. Similar to Astarion she also softens as the game progresses but worry not, the abs are still there, like bricks covered with a layer of fluff (youre so right for this anon)

Lae'zel: skinny and strong, you could cut yourself on how defined her abs are. She looks like shed have metabolism of a horse or maybe its just how githyanki are built but yeah she should be the only one whos stomach muscles present a risk of poking out your eye. Ab queen.

[emilio-the-dumb-wrestler]

You’ve wanted to gain muscle. You wanted a lot. And I told you that you have to pay some kind of price for this. And you of course agreed. @mmoble

You’re at home wishing for the change of a lifetime that will inevitably change your direction. You’re tired. Overworked. You don’t want to go work at the pier anymore. You’re over it all. But today will be a day that is unlike any other. While you’re getting ready for work you’re thrown off as your stomach seems as though it’s pulled in. Thinner. You pants are practically falling off of you and you physically feel your stomach pull inward and your abs immediate flex. Making 6 visibly show. It makes you cat ch you breath and when the sensation passes you look down and notice your abs didn’t unflex themselves. They were visible and popping out of your tighter skin. You poke and prod at them and feel them. Hard. Each a feeling like a cobble stone and then it’s not long before your chest doesn’t the same. Flexing and the whole time flexing it’s and they are inflating. Swelling with power and then the feeling is gone. But your chest remains puffed out with muscle. You shirt no longer fitting you the same you weren’t thrown off you didn’t even relaid that your pants somehow got longer? Now bunching up around your ankles. You begin to bend down to fold them up when you notice that your feet look different. Veins popping out. And covered in hair. And smaller? You couldn’t fathom what was going on but you seen the color beginning to change in your skin. A deep tan only inherited from another race. Your arms soon follow with the same action. Inflating with muscle while hair begins to grow on your arms and chest. Costing your abs to the point you can’t see them. You feel your nose pull out while lips begin to puff. And a thick beard begins to grow on your face. You rush to the bathroom on to see someone completely different. Your pants fell off on the brush to the bathroom and you see a hairy muscled Hispanic man staring right back at you. Everything is taller than it was before. Or are you shorter? Then it occurs to you that you must have dropped from your previous hey of 5’5” down to at least 5’1”. You were short muscled Hispanic bear now. And working at the pier would be a thing of the past considering your new body doesn’t have a work visa.

[dirtyvulture]

The Beef-Off

Beefy!Natasha Romanoff x Beefy!Fem!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Requested by anon: See below.

Summary: Just a whole lot of beef.

Word count: 1446

AN: Just popping in to drop this off for y’all. ✌️ Enjoy.

Requested by anon: Picture it, Beefy Nat right? …But wait!

There’s more 😱 —Beefy R!

The two have been flirting for eons, but it never really went anywhere significant, until the tension becomes unbearable as both of them started working out together on like a semi consistent schedule. Natasha, little shit that she is, challenges the R to a bit of a “beef-off” (please, word it differently) where they see who can do more reps as the weight increases on a bunch of different machines/equipment.

They each win/lose a couple areas, but when they get to the final zone—the bench press, Natasha stands unnecessarily close to the R’s head (to spot her obvi) as she lifts the weighted bar (easy peasy normally), but seeing Nat’s sweaty physique (like drops down her abs), and smelling her 🫣 cause the R to falter in her reps, nearly dropping the bar on herself, but Nat (knowing lil shit) feigns concern, helping her to re-rack, then the tension just kinda explodes.

Please, and many Thank You’s if you find this interesting. 🙏🏼 🥰

AN: I will not word it differently, anon, you filthy genius lmao.

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"A what?” you say, wondering if you heard her correctly.

“A beef-off!” Natasha explains, with a concerning amount of seriousness.

“What the hell is a beef-off?”

“It’s...It’s a competition of...to see who’s...” Natasha struggles to explain herself. “Anyway, we’ll just go around the gym and see who can lift the heaviest weight on each machine.”

You snort, flexing your arms, which you’re pretty sure have a few inches on Natasha’s. “What do I get when I win?”

“Who says you’re going to win?” Natasha responds, trying to knock you down a peg. While you were extremely proud of your own physique, you would be lying if you said Natasha didn’t have a comparable one. Her legs were much thicker than yours and her butt was perfectly round (and one body part she had caught you staring at more than once). 

Sometimes, you weren’t sure if you had a crush on Natasha, because as much as you wanted to be her, you also wanted to be with her. Or on her. Or under her. It didn’t really make a difference to you.

“Of course I’m going to win,” you say, pumping yourself up with confidence. “I’m in here six days a week, baby.”

“And I’m here seven,” she shoots back.

“Ever heard of a rest day?”

“It’s a full-time job, sweetie,” Natasha says, and you glare at her as she leads you first to the squat rack. You feel your confidence sway; you already know that Natasha works out her legs almost twice as much as you do, and she could probably complete a whole set using your one-rep max.

“I’ll go first,” you assert, reaching for the 45-pound plates and sliding several of them onto the left side of the bar. Natasha mirrors you on the other side.

“You know we’re doing squats, right?” she teases.

You glare at her but say nothing, going to stand under the center of the bar and pushing your shoulders into it. The weight is enormous, even balanced on the rack still, and you wait for Natasha to stand behind you, her chest practically brushing your back. She holds her arms out under yours and with a deep breath you push up on the barbell, taking the weight on your shoulders.

You bend your knees until they’ve made a 90-degree angle with the floor, Natasha lowering with you. Gravity helps you on the way down, and as you start to go back up, you’re grunting and panting and your entire body trembles. You feel complete relief when Natasha guides the barbell back to its rack and you step out from under it.

“Not bad,” Natasha says, clapping her hands mockingly slow. “But throw on a few more plates and I’ll show you how it’s really done.”

You roll your eyes, but Natasha insists you fill the end of the barbell until no more plates fit. The bar visibly sags when she goes to stand underneath it, and part of you doesn’t believe that she’ll be able to get it off the rack at all. 

But you stand behind her anyway, suddenly distracted with how her quads and butt flex when she lifts the weight like it’s made of cardboard. For a moment, you hope she needs help, not because it means you won, but because you’ll get to press yourself against her back, feel her muscles against yours, and--

You don’t even realize Natasha’s done with the rep until she’s turned around, staring at you with her arms crossed.

“I win,” she says.

“Huh? Oh. Fine. Whatever,” you grumble. “Pullups next,” you demand.

Both of you return the many plates to their rightful spots because you’re not heathens, then go to stand under the jungle gym-like bars of the pullup station.

“You can go first this time,” you offer, stepping back.

Natasha scoffs at you and jumps up to grab the bar. She’s wearing a sports bra, so her sculpted back muscles are on full display for you. You can’t take your eyes away as she raises and lowers herself with strict form, looking like the perfect human specimen.

“Twenty-eight,” she pants, dropping from the bar when her arms tremble so hard the entire structure shakes.

“Couldn’t even get to thirty?” you tease, swapping places with her and jumping up to catch the bar. You start pushing out repetitions with ease, too focused to notice Natasha’s eye lingering on your arms and butt. 

“Thirty-three,” you announce, your feet hitting the ground again. 

“Whatever.”

For the last exercise, you two head over to the bench press. You load up the barbell to your maximum weight and lie down. Natasha positions herself next to her head to spot you, but she’s standing closer than the average spotter would and the junction of her legs hovers literally inches over your face.

You try to ignore her proximity, until you can smell her arousal and then you gulp, staring straight up at the bar and ignoring Natasha smirk down at you. It feels like she’s the only thing you can see, in her sweaty, muscular glory, and it makes your stomach clench. You take the bar, pumping yourself up with a few deep breaths, before lifting it off the rack. 

Even though the weight tests you a little bit, it’s nothing compared to the distraction Natasha is. You see a single drop of sweat roll down the center line of her abs and your breath catches in your throat. 

You don’t even remember putting the bar back, or going into the locker room, but suddenly Natasha is ripping your clothes off and then hers, pushing her naked chest against your front and slamming your mouths together.

There is no exchange of words or feelings as you grope Natasha aggressively, desperate to feel every inch of her flexing muscles under your hands. She seems to feel the same, holding onto your bicep while her other hand presses flat against your rippling stomach to shove you into the lockers.

The two of you are almost the same size (you do have an inch of height on her though), but there is a clear fight for dominance now. Natasha shoves her knee between your legs to rub her thigh against your soaking center, and when she makes contact, all thoughts leave your mind and you feel like you can’t even breathe.

“Oh, fuck Nat,” you pant, trying to regain control by grabbing onto her arms and pushing her back. 

“What’s wrong?” Natasha smirks, fighting to keep her leg between yours.

“Wouldn’t you rather taste me?” you ask.

“I wouldn’t say no.” She drops to her knees, but you stop her again.

“While I get to taste you,” you say. Natasha tilts her head, not quite understanding. “Stand up,” you demand, and she does. You twist your torso to wrap your muscular arms around her waist, then lift her off the ground and untwist yourself so that you can spin her upside-down. Natasha understands the idea immediately and circles her own arms around your waist, bringing her face directly to your center. Her legs lock around your head, literally pulling you in to her own pussy and you’re basically smothered by her wetness.

You lean back into the lockers, your thighs trembling as Natasha’s mouth latches onto your core. The smell of her arousal overtakes your senses and you push your face into her wetness, trying your hardest to focus (and also not drop her). Your forearms are tight around her back and her nails carve half-moon shapes into your thighs. 

Her taste is warm and salty as it spills into your mouth. When you find and suck on her clit, she returns the favor and she slips in your arms as they nearly give out. You know all the blood is rushing to Natasha’s head, so she won’t want to be upside-down for much longer, so you push your tongue deeper into her, her walls milking you desperately. Your own center pulses and throbs harder as Natasha’s mouth works on you, and your legs tremble as you near your release.

By some miracle, you both cum nearly at the same time, Natasha’s taste flowing over your tongue and dripping down your chin, as you fill her mouth with yours. Your arms cramp as you unfold them and twist Natasha right-side up, setting her on the ground and panting from exertion.

Natasha grabs onto your shoulders, pulling you down the inch-difference and kissing you, so your tastes mingle in each other’s mouths. You’re light-headed when she finally lets you go, but she takes your hand and drags you over to the showers for a second round.

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[v4mphour]

nsfw alphabet - roronoa zoro

content warnings: afab gn reader (no pronouns used,) lots and lots of kinks (breeding, blood, etc.) masturbation, oral sex, general nsfw content.

18+ mdni

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

The most aftercare you’ll get from Zoro is laying down naked with him while drinking sake together, with a few kisses on the forehead from him of course. He’s not very vulnerable at all, but he doesn’t mind sharing sweet moments like that with you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On you, definitely your ass or thighs. He loves giving backshots so he can grip and slap your ass with his huge, calloused hands.

On him, though, probably his arms, chest, and abs. He loves flexing for you and getting you all worked up for him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He only ever wants his cum inside you, stuffed deep inside your hole, dripping out. He craves it, and he loves watching his cum leak out of you. Although, if you’re sucking him off or giving him a handjob, he doesn’t mind cumming on your face and watching you lick it off your lips.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves being objectified by you, when you stare at his muscled body, your legs pressed together, your face hot, he loves it. Will invite you to watch him workout just so he can take note of the way you get visibly flustered at the sight of his sweaty, toned body.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He didn’t have much experience before you, to your surprise. He mostly goes by what he knows how to do and what his instincts tell him to do; play rough. He’s almost animalistic in the way he handles you, even during your first time together, it all just came to him naturally, his mind telling him to just go feral and he gives in.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Mating press, definitely his preferred position, he loves being able to see the faces you make when he fucks hard into you, his full balls slapping against your ass with each deep thrust he makes. He loves seeing your breasts bounce, too, and even more, he loves grabbing them while he fucks you, playing with your nipples to get you closer to your peak.

He enjoys backshots as well, loves watching your ass bounce against his pelvis while he hits from behind. Also enjoys making you ride him occasionally, most of the time he prefers to be on top though.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Zoro is the exact opposite of goofy. He’s very serious generally, especially in bed; he’ll give an occasional mean chuckle with a smirk just to be mean to you when he forces his cock inside your cunt or down your throat, though.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I headcanon Zoro as being much hairier than he’s portrayed as in canon, so I like to imagine he has a bit of a bush down there. He trims it (sometimes.) It’s green but a bit darker than the hair on his head.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He does not make an effort to make sex a super intimate or romantic thing, but he can be very romantic in the way he talks to you during the act. Expect lots of sweet pet names, lots of “i love you,” while he’s buried deep inside you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Zoro doesn’t have a super high sex drive, or he didn’t until he met you. The moment his desire for you clicked in his mind, he was off to his quarters and was in his room fucking his fist to the thought of you all night, which surprised him, a lot.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding. He didn’t think he’d ever want a family, but since he’s been with you, the thought of a couple brats running around isn’t so bad. The urge is overwhelming when he’s deep inside you and all he can think about is stuffing you full of his cum until it’s dripping out of your cunt, and he’s sure he’s fucked you full of his babies.

Blood, pain, biting, anything like that is very very appealing to him. He’s rough and almost primal during sex, and this just adds to that. Loves biting you and licking the blood off as it trickles from your skin, also loves when you do that to him.

Sweat. A bit strange, yes, but he loves the smell of his partner’s sweat. He’d love to have you join him for a workout and lick the sweat off your hot and exhausted body after you’re thoroughly worked. He wouldn’t mind if you did the same for him, either.

Bondage and blindfolding. He loves having you a bit restrained, that gives him all the more power over you. He’ll often use his bandana to tie your wrists behind your back or above your head while he’s thrusting deep into your abused cunt, either that or he'll blindfold you with it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’ll do it anywhere and anytime as long as you’re up for it too. He doesn’t mind a bit of risk, so fucking you in a fitting room of a shop you two have stopped at during a trip to a village, or anywhere public but still somewhat discreet, is fine for him. He prefers doing it in a bedroom, though.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Hearing and seeing you beg for him. Sometimes, if you’ll come to him, desperate and needy for him to fuck you while he’s working out or resting, he’ll purposely tease you for as long as he can until he gives in, just cause it gets him so hard.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t have any absolute turn offs, he’s very open to most things. One thing he won’t do, though, is use his swords on you during sex. He likes a bit of bladeplay, just not with his own swords; they’re very sacred to him and he’d rather not use them for something like that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves giving and receiving. When he gives, he’s rough, typical for him. He’ll lap at your cunt until you’re screaming and crying, overstimulated and shaking, with your slick dripping down his chin. He gets a bit lost in your taste, and he’ll eat you out for as long as he wants to. When you go down on him, he’s the same; rough. He loves fucking your face, watching the way you cry when you take him down your throat, loves the sense of power that gives him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Soft and slow does not exist to Zoro (most of the time,) he’s brutal and unforgiving with the way he fucks you. Once he’s inside you, he’s going at it, hard and mean. He loves watching the faces you make, hearing the sounds that come from you when he goes fast inside you, never letting up. On the very rare occasion where he’s really tired or has just woken up and needs some quick relief, he’ll do some lazy sex with you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Won’t do quickies very often, unless you two are in public and he feels he can go for a quick relief in a far off spot away from people. Other than that, though, he prefers to do multiple rounds, to really satisfy himself.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Zoro is pretty much down for anything, open to try new things, not many limits on him in terms of experimentation.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Zoro has absolutely incredible stamina. The man could go for hours if he wants to. He’s big, muscular, and he doesn’t give out easy. Be prepared for long nights of him fucking you into the mattress for hours, cause he isn’t stopping anytime soon.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Zoro prefers not to use toys, he’d rather just go in raw and make you feel good himself, nothing else needed.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He thinks it’s fun to tease his partner, get a rise out of you and make you beg for him. He doesn’t like when you tease him, though.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Zoro is surprisingly vocal. Will let out grunts and groans as he’s fucking you, and he’s a dirty talker too; degrading you and growling to you, telling you how good you’re taking him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Zoro doesn't come off as a very flirty type initially when you meet him, but once you get to know him better, he’s surprisingly quite a tease. He doesn’t even realize it, really, he just says the right things to make you blush all the time.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is most definitely packing. About 8 inches hard; long, thick, and heavy. Slightly darker than his already tan skin, tip is quite a bit darker too. A few veins going up the bottom and sides, from his tip to the middle. Definitely uncut.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It depends honestly, but on a typical basis, he’ll only really fuck a few times a week. If he’s feeling extra needy, though, he’ll fuck you once everyday.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

This is Zoro we’re talking about, the man who when he’s not drinking or working out, he’s sleeping. He’s out as soon as he lays down next to you and his head hits the pillow. Loves when you lay your head on him and curl up next to him to take a nap after he’s done fucking you.

[mandos-mind-trick]

Kinktober Day 1 - Leather

Summary: Tech wants to be a good boy for his mistress.

Pairing: Tech x reader

Warnings: Dom/sub, Dom!reader, sub!Tech, high heels, sort of a footjob, grinding, thigh riding, begging, Tech calls reader “Mistress”, gags, collars, oral (f receiving), implied established D/s relationship, implied discussion of safewords/consent beforehand, aftercare

A/N: Kicking Kinktober off with a bang with some sub!Tech. A lot of these will probably be shorter than my normal fics simply because they are mostly just focusing on smut. Some of them will have more complex stories, but most, like this one, are simply for the hoes 🥰

MASTERLIST

He looks so good. 

You could sit and stare at him like this for hours. 

He’s so pretty, all flushed and shy, those big brown eyes staring at you with nothing but trust behind his goggles. He’s so quiet and demure, a stark contrast to his usual nature. He was always ready to take control when something was amiss, and in conversation. He wasn’t afraid of speaking his mind. 

Right now he can’t speak at all. 

You cross your legs, motioning him forward with a crook of your finger. He presses forward onto his hands and knees, crawling slowly towards you. He keeps his eyes glued to yours, big and brown and shining with trust behind his goggles. 

You stretch your foot out, pressing it against his chest to stop him from getting closer. He sits back on his haunches, waiting patiently. You drag your foot up his chest, tilting his chin with the pointed toe of your stiletto. He swallows thickly, a small smirk lifting the corner of your lips. 

You drag your shoe down his front, down the center of his chest and stomach until it rests against the bulge under his pants. He takes a breath as you press your foot against the leather shorts, putting pressure on his erection. 

His breath catches, hands closing into fists at his sides as you press against the bulge. He lets out a quiet sound from behind the gag between his lips, eyes rolling as you slowly rub your foot up and down. 

“That looks painful.” You muse, continuing to rub his bulge through his shorts. 

He makes a quiet, muffled noise from behind the gag. He’s been hard since before you even started, the sizeable bulge visible as soon as he walked out in those tight leather shorts. They left little to the imagination, outlining his cock, and his tight ass. 

A strangled squeal sounds beneath the gag as you put more pressure on the bulge, his abs flexing as he tries to breathe through the discomfort. You hold your foot there for a moment before you release him, setting your foot flat on the floor. You spread your legs, pussy visible through your sheer tights. His eyes drop to the junction between your thighs, to the wet spot darkening the fabric. 

"Ah ah." You scold him, waving your finger. "Eyes up here."

He lifts his gaze back to yours, an apologetic look in them. You motion him forward once more, and he crawls forward until he's between your knees. You run a hand over the top of his head, mussing his curls. You slide your hands down to the strap of his gag, undoing it and dropping it to the side. You massage his jaw gently, trying to ease the ache you know he's feeling. 

"My good boy." You praise, running your thumbs along his cheekbones.

"Always for you, Mistress." He says breathlessly, leaning into your touch. 

“You’ve been such a good boy, I think you deserve a little relief.” You release his face, trailing your fingers up your thighs. “Would you like to ride my thigh?” 

He nods eagerly. “Yes, Mistress. I would like that very much.” 

You smile softly, hooking a finger in his collar, using it to guide him up. He moves with your guidance, hovering over one of your thighs. His hands settle on the back of your chair, using it to anchor himself as he angles his hips against your thigh. His hard bulge presses into your tight-clad thigh, the leather shorts creaking a bit as he settles. 

He slowly begins rocking his hips, short, sharp movements against your thigh. You tense your muscles, holding your leg steady as he rocks against you. You turn your gaze up to his, staring into his eyes as he grinds against your thigh. His lips part in a breathy moan as your hands drop to his hips, squeezing the soft flesh. 

“That’s it, baby.” You say, helping guide his movements. 

You keep your eyes locked to his, pushing up onto your toes to apply more pressure to his bulge. He gasps, a choked moan slipping through his lips. He’s close, you can tell by the way he’s getting sloppy, by the way his hips jerk against your thigh. 

“May I cum, Mistress?” He practically begs, his movements getting more and more desperate. 

“You think you deserve it?” You ask, looking up into those pleading brown eyes. 

He nods, his words stammering as he gets close to the edge. “Yes, Mistress. I-I’ve been a good boy.” 

“You have.” You run your hands up his back. “You’ve been such a good boy. You can cum.” 

“Thank you, Mistress!” He practically cries. 

His eyes roll back as a groan of relief is torn from his lips, his hips jerking against your thigh a couple more times before he’s practically spasming. You praise him through his orgasm, his cock twitching against your thigh in his shorts. You can feel the warm spot starting to form from his cum, your hands stroking his back as he slowly comes down from his high. 

“So pretty when you cum.” You say, easing him off your lap. 

You help him down to the floor, grabbing the water bottle that’s set off to the side. You support him against your chest as you help him drink, gently carding your fingers through his hair. 

“My good boy.” You say, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of his head. “Always so good for me.” 

“Thank you, Mistress.” He says, wrapping an arm around your waist. 

You hold him there, gently easing him down from his high, and out of subspace. His body goes lax against you, getting heavier and heavier but you keep him steady, gently relaxing the tension from his muscles. 

“You alright?” You ask, removing his collar and tossing it somewhere behind you. 

He nods, still wrapped around you. “Yes.” 

“Good.” You say, kissing his forehead. “Let’s get you cleaned up in a nice, hot shower and then I’ll make us something to eat. How does that sound?” 

He nods again, and you can feel his lips lifting in a smile. “That would be satisfactory.” 

You can’t help but chuckle, kissing his forehead once more before you help him stand, guiding him to the fresher. 

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[hanchette]

𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 : ( twisted wonderland characters )

a/n : edited bc i finally have the tIME AHA!

consist of : fluff, gender neutral reader, suggestive content below — undressing

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑, pulls his shirt from his back, straight up pulls the cloth up and take a hold of the hem that's bunched up before pulling it out, you can see how his muscles bend from behind and the flex of his arms as they put effort to take it off. he pauses to yawn before ripping the shirt out of his arms and his tail lazily sways behind him—expect a wink if he catches you starin though

𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐓, this beauty ain't even using shirts lmao he uses the classic button down 👀 because he's that fancy dancy oh but don't you find it hot how the wrist twist and turns, the veins that's prominent in his hands enhanced by the light and how each pops, the slow reveal of his upper body is just 🤌 im sorry I can't do justice to his—i feel a sense of je-ne-sais-quoi whenever i write for this man lwbdoajsoak

𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃, in all honesty, he just slides it so fast out of his body especially when he's busy gaming, you will find him focused on his pc while the cloth drapes from his arm 😭 not fully taken out yet like it's still hanging from his arm—you can visibly see how his arms turns though, he has that gamer lean body and arm and the led lights in his room makes the veins in his arm and hands pop out. not to mention how his neck cranes towards his screen, his blue fiery hair caressing it more often than not—if you did point that out, he'll flicker pink or perhaps even red due to the intensity of his embarrassment lmaooo "MC-shi?!? i-" 🏃 then proceeds to sulk and avoid you for days

𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀, dear heavens, sebek don't come at me, he crosses his arms over in front before grasping the hem of the shirt and pulls it up, the way you are able to catch a glimpse of his v-line and smooth jADED abs is just mouth-opening that you don't feel your jaw go down, the ride of the shirt reveals his toned body and maybe it's a fae thing that you can visibly see it GLISTEN AND SHINES like a pixie dust—SORRY SEBEK NOOO DON'T RUN AT ME

[talesofmuscles]

Payday

Nick Walker rushes home from the gym, barely dressed up, as his burglar alarm alerts him of a stranger in his house. He hastily gets out of his car and locks before entering the house. He sees that his backdoor has been broken and there’s footprints leading to his office. Trying to be as sneaky as his body allows him to, Nick walks to the office just to see a thief barely able to reach his prized golden trophy. Not to let someone touch his hard-earned prize, Nick jumps onto the thief and tackles the small man.

“Oh no you don’t buddy,” Nick says as he easily subdues the small thief under his weight and size, “I don’t like it when people steal my stuff.”

“Get off me you roid ape,” the thief squeals as his tiny thin body wiggles around, “let me go.”

“Not a chance,” Nick says as he presses his body harder onto the thief, “do you think I’m going to let you freely take my things?”

“Yes you will,” the thief says with conviction and confidence, “I’m going to take all your shits until you have nothing left.”

Nick is surprised about how sure the man is. “I’m going to just tie you up then,” he is interrupted when he feels something jab his stomach, “what the hell?”

Looking down, Nick sees the thief punch his rock hard stomach with a ring. Nick doesn’t know if he should laugh or question the tiny man's decision. Something about the little man's action seems confident and strange. Then Nick could feel a bit of a tingle on his stomach, like a tiny itchy feeling. The itch slowly spreads around his abdominal area until it creeps outward onto his pectorals, arms, neck and down to his legs. After the itch has spread, Nick feels a painful and major cramp all around his body. It feels like all of his muscles decide to contract at the same time. The force is so hard he knocks him back and puts him on the floor. The thief chuckles as he steps on Nick with his scrawny leg like he just successfully conquered the big man. Nick feels the man's legs get heavy as his muscle loses its mass and size. His pecs push themselves down as they flatten. His roid gut deflates like a balloon as his hard abs soften out. His shoulder narrows out to make his frame look even smaller. Those tree trunk legs would soon become nothing but pathetic twigs. Worst of all, Nick could feel his cock and balls lose their virility. His once majestic bulge that would push his shorts and undergarments to their limit is nothing more but limped nubs. Nick squirms on the floor as the once giant bodybuilder is now nothing but a tiny twiggy man drowning under his own clothes.

The thief, meanwhile, feels his body charges up with energy. All the strength rushes into his small and frail body. His bony legs start to swell up as muscles build upon themselves. The newly grown weight and size of his legs and feet cause the thief to momentarily lose his balance and stumble backward. As he falls, his butts bubble out and act like a giant muscle cushion to break his fall. When he lands, the power rushes forward. His pants, which are not barely holding onto its seams, bursts as his cock gets hard and girthy. His tiny balls inflate and droop down with fertile weight. The thief can feel his guts bubbling up as layers of strong muscles and fat build up. At first, he can see visible deep abs but his stomach soon puffs up like a balloon, leaving it a circular hard gut. The long sleeve shirt that the thief is wearing stretches with the roid gut but it would stretch even more as his flat chest starts to melon up. The thief arches upward and then down as his back muscles plump up. The sleeves of his shirt explode as his arms expand. His biceps and triceps grow and tear apart every inch of the sleeve until his shirt is a mere rag. His neck thickens as the surges travel upward. His honey face soon restructures to have perfect square jaws and a sharp chin. Finally, his frame stretches out to balance his height and thickness.

The now naked muscled thief stands up and is awed by his new body. He flexes his body and tries to kiss his bicep but his muscular shoulders make it almost impossible. Nick slowly wakes up from the daze and is shocked to see the giant man in front of him. Nick is even more mortified as he sees his body become so frail that his clothes feel heavy.

“Now if you excuse me,” the thief laughs as he easily reaches Nick’s trophy and puts it in his bag, “I have a payday to celebrate.”

“Wait you can’t do this,” Nick's voice has become pitchy.

“Or what?” the thief grabs Nick’s clothes and drops the tiny man on the ground. He is having a hard time tucking his erection correctly between the shorts, “you going to stop me?”

Nick trembles on the floor thinking of what he can do as the thief laughs. The thief gets dressed and grabs some more stuff before leaving.

“See you never, shrimp,” the thief says as he drives off.

Nick is still frightened and confused about what just happened. He sits naked and shook on the floor and just hopes it is just a nightmare. Realizing he might catch a cold or someone would see him like this, Nick decides to stand up to close the door and put up any old clothes he has. Before shutting the door, Nick notices a glowing ring at the steps. Realizing it is the ring that the thief used to do the trickery, Nick chuckles a bit and puts it on.

“No, today is my payday,” Nick remarks.

//Special story for @brandedx2. Thank you for your support!