#I CANT SCROLL DOWN HELP

[honeyconez]

guess who found the lasso tool 😍😍😍

Most of these are my cringe ass ocs anyways I LVOE THE LASSO TOOL!!!

[wouldvecouldveshouldve]

okay part of my manifestion plan is to choose what im wearing, what im doing, etc for eras. i had a idea to dress like betty (a betty inspired outfit/folklore VIBES) but what should i wear??

[tallytals]

just made a huge mistake (<- started a long fic, somehow missed ALL THE FUCKING IMPORTANT TAGS. such as ‘no happy ending’ and ‘major character death’ and ‘horror au’)

[humanmorph]

workshopping my secsam sign-up. i really was so much better at writing prompts last year. look at what ive got here now

[widevibratobitch]

aaaaaaand it's starting. mom's bestie just texted me asking to come over this weekend cause it's Bad and it's probably the last chance to talk and maybe say goodbye to my mom's husband and i need to take care of her. god. i wont get through this weekend unless im high or drunk istg.

[baby-lotion1]

@ myself PLEASE stop taking ur medication when u haven't slept and/or haven't recently eaten an actual meal. I'm begging you

[thevaneltia]

i am going to scream. why isnt there a SINGLE good social media.

twitter, intagram, etc are terrible and run by terrible people.

tiktok is just ads, ads pretending they arent ads, or the same fucking joke with the same fucking sound just with a different person mouthing the words.

and tumblr is also run by terrible people and instead of being like tiktok where it shows you the same content just done by different people, tumblr’s “for you” tab just feeds you THE SAME TEN POSTS OVER AND OVER AGAIN BUT IN A DIFFERENT ORDER and every now and again itll add a new one to the rotation. and refereshing it is a pain in the ass

am i using tumblr wrong? is there a social media out there that isnt just feeding you the same horseshit over and over again??

ffs at this point im just gonna delete all social media and just read books and academic articles.

which SUCKS cuz im disabled and socal media is my only link to anything happening outside of my house

just. ugh.

[militaryapple]

lock in with me rq,,, desperate whiny caleb that promised “its just the tip” and “it doesn’t really count” bc its for practice bc ur a virgin in college and he’s obviously not!! (hes fucking lying) and as soon as he feels ur tight wet cunt he cant help but want more….hes like a dog…he gets so whiny and needy and so fucking desperate its so pathetic…good god im gonna lose it

JUST THE TIP!

synopsis. you tell caleb that you're a virgin, and he proposes he help you with the little problem

cw. fem!reader, switch caleb, fingering, p in v (stay protected girliepops), praise, usage of "puppy" and "doll, breeding, very needy and desperate caleb as ordered! hes so worthless i need him :(

add ons. i rlly ike sub caleb rn if anyones noticed HAHAHA here you go sweetie!

wc. 1.8k so short ik sorry :,(

how did you even lose your virginity to caleb?

it was earlier. you and caleb were in your dorm, like usual. caleb had put on some shitty romance movie he was interested in, his laughs following the queued ones whenever they go off — while you were busy scrolling on your phone. looking at people and their love life’s, only making you sigh.

thats when you realized, you’ve never fucked anyone before. oh how embarrassing that was to just realize it, you weren’t that extroverted in high school so obviously you didn’t mess around.. but college? your third year? now how embarrassing was that? you slumped over putting your phone down and laying your face in your pillow.

caleb looked over at your movements, pausing his movie and tugging on your shoulder to get you to flip back over. “someone’s not in a good mood if she’s feelin��� like suffocating herself in her dorm.” he teased. you could only kick your feet up in response and let out a groan. “caleb.. not the time for jokes.” you whined out before letting out another groan.

caleb nodded and shuffled, laying on his side to look at you better. “alright, what’s up pip-squeak?” he asked softly, his hands making their way to your head as he stroked it occasionally playing with your hair. you placed your hands to your face in embarrassment before muttering out. “it’s, silly.” you said, your voice lowering.

“silly?” caleb perked, his hands pushing yours off your face. “come on, tell me what’s up.” you rolled your eyes and then turned to your side, facing him and playing with the cover underneath you, avoiding his eyes. “i um.. caleb i’m a virgin — in college, i dunno i just.. it’s embarrassing i’ve never even..” your voice trailed off as you dipped your head.

caleb laughed, and you perked up. instinctively putting your hand out to smack him a couple of times on his shoulder. “shut up! it’s not fucking funny! this is serious!” you squealed throwing punching as he tried to catch his breath, he used his evol to push your hands away as he settled back into his original position, looking at you.

“that’s funny, haha. if you’re so worried about it, how about i help you out? i’m also a virgin, and since we know each other it shouldn’t be awkward — we aren’t even going to do the serious stuff, alright?” he hummed, moving towards you as his handles trickled up to your sides.

so when you agreed, caleb got up and brought you closer to him, humming as he sat you in between his legs, spreading yours and planting kisses on your neck. you squirmed while he used his evol to hold you down in place. “uh-uh, this is important pip-squeak.” he said in-between kisses, his hand massaging your thighs while his thumb made occasional grazes against your panties, pressing down on your nub.

you shuddered in response, letting out sweet little moans for him, caleb looked over at you, already twitching. his other hand making its way up your shirt, flicking and pulling on your sensitive nipples. “caleb — oh, this feels, so weird,” you whined out, your hands grabbing on his legs while he toyed with your body as he pleased.

his hands in-between your thighs finally ceased movement, now moving towards your panties. two fingers pressing against your cunt, then rubbing circles around your nub, only making you twitch in response. “caleb!” you squeaked. “i know baby, this is how it feels, you want to experience it yeah? let me show you how good i can make you feel for your first time.” he coo’d.

fuck was he hard, his tip twitched at the sounds of your gasps, your little pants and the occasional “caleb”s that escaped your lips. your panties we’re soaked, and he took that as a sign of you being ready. “shh, juuust gotta stretch you out.” he leaned down, placing another kiss on your neck as you sobbed. his fingers reaching for your waistband, tugging on it before slipping his hands between your panties.

you shivered underneath him, his cold hands brushing past your slick, making their way to your sensitive nub, rubbing his thumb against it; then pinching it softly. “oh, oh please caleb i — that feels good,” your eyes swelled and caleb hummed. “is it too much for you? you want me to stop baby?” he whispered, you instinctively shook your head, grabbing on to his arm to keep him there.

his fingers move down, sliding a digit inside your sobbing cunt. you moaned at the feeling, his finger knuckles deep into you. then another one — making you twitch and buck forward. his other arm pulling you back and keeping you still. “i know baby, i know” he coo’d. his fingers sliding in and out of you at a slow pace, slowly speeding up as your legs shook from the stimulation.

“they say,” caleb huffs out, his arm now loosening its grip on your, his free hand sliding down back to your swollen tits. “that if a guy rubs at a sliiight angle,” his fingers now rubbing against an area, a one which you didn’t even know of, but that made you feel so fucking good. your moan, shuddering beneath him. “he can find his ladies sweet spot.” he pulled out his fingers, then thrusted them right back inside, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “guess i found it.” he hummed.

he finger-fucked you. his hands making you feel like you were seeing stars while his other groped and touched your sensitive tits. how he praised you on how good you were taking his fingers, “wow baby,” he smiled “you sure you’re a virgin?” he teased, making you babble in response.

“i’m gonna, gonna come out — caleb caleb please help me i need — fuckfuck,” you whined, this was better than when you touched yourself. not fully being able to finish; to reach a destination of relief. yet here caleb was, doing it for you. “you ‘gonna cum? come on, all over my fingers baby.” he kissed your cheek, his fingers abusing your poor little cunt in so many ways.

you grinded against his fingers, your walls clenching against him as he pumped in and out of you. your hips spasmed, and you cried out, holding on to him. “there ‘ya go. that’s my girl, look at you. so pretty, you ready for the next part?” you didn’t even register what he was saying until you heard the shuffling of his pants being pulled down after he had gotten up.

he got on the bed, now holding your legs over his shoulders while they instinctively held on. “you sounded so good, just the tip okay baby?” he coo’d. your whines turning into moans while his cock slid against your folds, he moaned now holding on to your hips as he thrusted against your cunt. “fuck, you’re so wet for me ‘doll.” his breath shook as he muttered out.

after he coated his pretty cock, he aligned himself up right with your already swollen cunt. he slid in, but not all the way, feeling how you clamped onto him; fuck he needed to restrain himself. “it doesn’t count baby, you’re still a virgin okay? ‘m not gonna take it, that’d be selfish of me yeah?” he groans, his hips slightly moving in and out of you trying not to dig his cock balls deep into you.

oh but how you moved your hands to his, how you intertwined your fingers and moaned his name. how everytime he pushed in just enough, you were practically sucking him in. he couldn’t take it. so what if he was just being selfish? you weren’t going to see any other guy anyways. caleb was all you needed.

“m sorry baby i can’t help it, oh fuck, you just feel—” his hips slammed into you, the sudden fullness making you groan. tears forming in your eyes as you call out for him. “so good,” his hips rutting against you. you felt amazing, the way you clamped down onto his cock, how when he pulls out you beg for him to fill you up. “you feel good, so fucking good i don’t know why i haven’t — done this with you before.” he panted out.

“you’re making me feel so good baby,” you moaned out, “so good for me.” caleb didn’t how, but it was like a switch flipped inside his head. his groans becoming whines and sobs. his hips frantically pressing against you to get any sort of sensation. “i’m your good boy, please, tell me i’m your boy.” he sobbed out, he leaned down placing kisses around you, lifting your shirt up and off your sweaty body.

his lips placed gentle kisses on you, just for them to turn into marks and bruises. he picked you up, pushing you against your wall, thrusting into you. “that’s it, sweet boy. you like making me feel good? yeah?” you don’t know where this was coming from, it’s just came it so naturally for you. maybe it was the desperation on his face, the way he grinded against you to get everything inside. how he nodded his head pussydrunk off you.

“yeah, yeah you’re so pretty, ‘all i think about. i can’t cum without thinking about you, i can’t — ‘wanna make you feel good.” he whined out, flipping you around so your back touched his chest. his cock stuffing into you while one of his hands moved down to rub your clit.

“i need more, i need you, i need to cum; can i cum baby? please let me? let your nasty dog make you feel good,” he buried his face in your neck, biting your shoulder and licking it. you nodded in approval with a small “mhm, good puppy.”

caleb rutted against you with everything, you shivered, twitching as you started to sob. you were close. he brought you both back to the bed, pushing your face down in the mattress before slamming into your ass. his shirt lifted to his mouth, biting down on it while he hit all your good spots.

“cumming — cumming, fuck ‘m gonna give us a litter of pups, yeah? not gonna need anyone else after this, just me, you and our, ohh, sweet little babies,” you couldn’t say anything, your head turned as your eyes rolled back, his seed spilling inside and out of you. caleb gave you a last couple of thrusts before moving away and lying down next to you, pulling you into his arms before placing kisses over you. “so pretty baby, really.” he said softly. “you were so good, i’m happy to be your first.” he hummed.

good thing you were on the pill. you nuzzled up against him, yawning. “mhm, can we take a nap now caleb,” you said weakly making caleb chuckle and pull a cover over you both. “alright then,”

wait. how did caleb know to do all those things to you? that little !! —

[emmyrosee]

a gamer's child taking over the stream while said gamer is busy cooking for reader's cravings. not saying it should be kenma, but!

NO IT SHOULD BE KENMA YOURE SO RIGHT-

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the chat on stream scrolls endlessly while the viewers talk amongst themselves, waiting for kenma to come back from "feeding the beast"- chat is more than aware that means kenma's wife, and for that, they'd never rush him.

that is, until a small sprout of hair makes itself known to stream as maesi crawls onto her dad's chair, her small frame being engulfed by the large swivel chair. then eyes blink excitedly at the camera, happy smile and small pants of effort filling the audio.

chat loses its mind immediately.

weweebwebs ITS THE GIRL OF THE HOUR

papaspancakes ITS SPAWN

"hello chat!" maesi giggles, grabbing the edge of the desk to pull herself closer. "daddy 'nd mumma eatin', 'nd i done already."

xylophonesrus i would fight for u spawn

lasagnalover SPAWN

notemmyrosee spawn ily

rindousfaveprince its literally kozuken's mini me omg

small hands grab the big controller and exits the game, thumbing through the cataloge of games before clicking on a spongebob game. "uhm, daddy 'nd i be playin' this." bright colors fill the screen, a far cry from the darker themed game kenma was just playing.

theweekndsfangirl not the battle for bikini bottom

letmeeatatootsieroll BFBB is crazy spawn

bigmacbigback skill issue that kozuken needs spawns help

imapigoinkoink spawn i like u more than ur dad

“excuse me, little miss?”

maesi’s head quickly looks over to see kenma coming back into his office, her cheeks curling into a smile at his arrival. “just what in the world are you doing?”

“daddy, play sp'ngbob.”

he smirks, “you wanna play spongebob?” he leans down to pop his head into frame, “have you been nice to spawn while i was gone, chat?”

chat fills with promises of being respectful of the young child, kenma shifting maesi to sit on his lap instead of alone on the chair, “‘kodzken doesn't trust us’ you’re right, i don’t, not with spawn."

kenma holds maesi steady while she sets up the spongebob game, rambling to chat about what the family ate for dinner, her favorite new color to color with, and how she raced her toy truck down the slide at the park today.

"-nd mumma was tellin' daddy 'bout how she shiddin' green , 'nd-"

kenma tenses up quickly covers his four year old's mouth, eyes wide in his skull and jaw hanging open. the playful music of the game plays on loop, maesi squirms in her father's grip. kenma doesn't budge, completely frozen in disbelief and absolutely hoping that his chat doesn't pick up on the fact that maesi just told chat about her mother's... stomach problems

unfortunately, they do.

marysueog HUUUUUUUH?

vanillafoamblock THERE AINT NO WAY-

celebrategoodtimescmon THATS DISGUSTING!!!! WHERE

crayongobblin SH1TT1NG GREEN, SMALL CHILD???

thank you kuroosassscheek for 1500 bits WHAT ARE YOU TEACHING MY PRINCESS?

"...no one clip this," he whispers. "no, guys, don't, miss kodzuken cant know... oh god, my poor wife... oh no..." his shoulders shake as a means to hide the laughter that very clearly climbs up his throat, face scrunched and cheeks puffed to try and suppress his amusement. chat flies quickly, laughing emotes filling the scrolling text. "guys. this is not funny okay? my w-wife is ill... it is not funny..." he takes a deep breath, "let's just.... play the game- TO THE GUY WHO SAID SKILL ISSUE IS BANNED, mod's, get on that, please, don't ever make fun of my wife's tummy troubles."

[evie-sturns]

nerve - Matt Sturniolo

summary: matt has the worst attitude all day, and when you two finally get home he has the nerve to ask you to touch him which you obviously deny, making him get himself off infront of you.

contains: sub!matt, male masturbation, slighttt humiliation, teasing, matt with an attitude, pathetic!matt, swearing, fluff.

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7:32pm

matt sits beside me in bed, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt as i scroll through my phone. i'm wearing nothing but a small brandy melville pyjama set. matts favourite.

on a quiet night alone with matt like tonight, we'd usually be pouncing on eachother the first chance we get, but were not.

matt knows he's been acting up all day, with the snarky comments, stubborn demeanour and the most bratty attitude.

matt lets out a small whine, he clears his throat slightly as he rolls over closer to me.

"'m hard.." he mumbles, his lap pressed firmly against my thigh,

"i can tell." i whisper back, putting down my phone and looking over at him.

he buries his flushed face into my shoulder, another strangled noise leaving his lips.

"what is it matt?" i sigh, running a hand through his hair.

"it hurts.." he groans himself, looking up at me

"well how about you sort yourself out in the bathroom yeah?" i speak, staring into his big round eyes,

"h-help myself? but-" he glances down at the tent in his lap, "but youre here and i cant-"

"what am i gonna do about that matt?' i ask, earning another loud whine from him as he desperetly palms himself through the thick fabric of his sweatpants. "i dont think you deserve my tocuh after how much of a brat you've been today?" i follow up.

"but- but i do..." matt protests, "i really- please let me.." he speaks as his face falls with disapointment

"im not rewarding your behaviour matt, so im gonna give you some options yeah?" i whisper, trying to ignore the needy look in his eyes.

"fine!" he groans.

"you can help yourself here, in the bathroom, or just not cum at all yeah? but im not touching you." i speak,

"no!" he tries to protest,

"you dont wanna finish? thats fine by me, your choice baby." i speak,

"but- i do- ugh! fine okay!" he babbles before tugging down his sweatpants,

my eyes widen, not expecting him to actually do something about his situation.

he pants heavily as he tugs down his boxers to his mid thighs,

"dont- dont laugh," he croaks out,

"'not gonna laugh at you hon." i assure him, a smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth,

his pale skin flushes beet red, he looks completley and utterly humiliated.

"okay- okay- just- right.. okay." he rambles,

his brunette hair falls infront of his eyes as he looks down at his lap, gently moving his hand towards his erection.

"okay- just- yeah.. okay shut up.." he whispers,

"im not saying anything!" i giggle,

"yeah- but youre thinkin' it!" he bites back playfully,

he suddenly wraps his long, pale fingers around his girth. his tip is a raw pink, oozing precum.

he purses his lips tight, being sure to not let any noises slip, after all, he didnt wanna look more pathetic, did he?

i see his eyes flutter shut as he squeezes himself once, before gently moving his hand over his tip.

i see his leg twitch slightly,

i stare intensley, causing matt to get even more worked up.

"s-stop- stop lookin' at me-" he croaks out, his voice high pitched and whiny.

"shh," i whispers, pressing a finger to his plump red lips.

he moves his hand under my mouth, "can you please- spit-" he asks, i shake my head,

"told you, 'm not doing anything for you after this big attitude you've built up." i remind him,

his eyebrows knit together with frustration, "you're bein' so mean!" he mutters,

"what was that?" i ask,

"nothing."

i see him spit in his palm, gently running the same hand down his length, one of his fingers tracing the long vein on the side of his cock.

"feels- feels so good." he whimpers,

he gently starts to pump himself, his hand sliding over his tip.

he gnaws on his bottom lip before looking up at me through his eyelashes, i continue to sit on the bed to his side as he lays down against the large pile of silky pillows.

hes dead silent, desperately trying to hold back his noises.

"you're allowed to make noises you know, 'm not judging you,"

"yeah- but its so- embarrassing. i dont want to- i dont know let go like that." he grunts, his eyes fluttering closed.

"its just me hon, ive heard everything before." i assure, him, gently running my long acrylic nales over the soft skin of his lower tummy.

"i- i dont want anyone to hear!" he says, his resolve rapidly crumbling,

“i’m the only one here baby, everyone else is out,” i assure him,

suddenly a loud moan rips out of him, his back arching off the bed.

“there we go, good boy.” i coo, keeping my hand on his lower stomach.

he keeps his fist firmly around his shaft, moving his hand up and down rapidly as his eyebrows pinch together.

“oh fuck-“ he whines, his movements getting faster.

i see him look up at me through narrow eyes, his cheeks completely red.

“so fuckin’ pathetic.” i laugh, giving him a sympathetic smile.

“stop- ‘m not! you said you wouldn’t la-laugh!” he whimpers, desperately tugging at his sensitive skin.

“why do you think i’d do what you want matt? you’ve been so bitchy all day.” i sigh,

“mm! i haven’t!” he protests,

i drag my thumb over his swollen tip, before instantly pulling my hand back.

a loud moan escapes his lips, “ah- ahh.. please do that again!”

i shake my head,

“i need to cum- s-so bad- but- but can’t!” his voice his so high it’s almost amusing, he is just so pathetic.

“mm? can’t cum without my help?” i ask, a teasing tone clear in my voice.

“i- i can! i- i-“ matt’s thighs trembles as he throws his head back.

“just- just say anything!- please- please oh fuck-“ he follows up, his hand reaching out and grabbing my thigh

he digs his fingertips into my thigh as his raw tip dribbles with precum, the clear liquid running down his tip onto his hand.

“anything?” i whisper,

“cum- cum!” he squeals, my one word tipping him over.

strings of white spurt out of him, landing directly on his tummy, which is rising and falling rapidly with his panting.

he stops his movements with his hand, which is now coated in his own release.

“there he is, so so good.” i coo, pressing a kiss to his tip.

a small gasp exits his mouth,

i kitten lick the head of his cock once more, his salty taste present on my tongue before pulling my head away. he groans from overstimulation as his fingers dig into the soft plush skin of my thigh

he’s fully hard again.

“please, please- i’m hard again- you’re gonna touch me this time?”

i shake my head with a small grin, running my hand through his silky hair.

“but-!” he starts but i cut him off.

“no buts, you’ve been such a brat all day,” i start,

“now cmon, pull up your sweats, you’re not cumming again today.” i instruct him, earning a frustrated whine from him as he follows my instructions.

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[spaceman256]

Trans chasers on grindr will see the slightest hint of gender nonconformity and their vision blacks out immediately

[munv]

Suguru’s jealousy simmers. It’s barely noticeable, but its there. And you come to this realization when he denies you of your cause.

“no.”

“Just this once suguru, come on!”

“Hell no”

He’s currently wrapped in his towel, hair loose and dripping and no shirt. Fresh from the shower you presume. Yet, he wears this irritated face as if he managed to convert all that hot water from his shower into anger.

A snicker comes from the bed, following by a haughty voice. “What’d ya do to make him so pissed, I wonder?” He glances up for a second, eyes fixing on your figure as you reach for another product on your vanity.

“Satoru, you arent taking this seriously.” Suguru bites back. He eyes his white counterpart, who is currently scrolling on his phone without a care in the world.

You roll your eyes at the two before going back to fixing your makeup. “The girls and I will be gone for like, an hour at best. Im not gonna get swiped the second I go outside.”

“Like that you probably will.” Satoru chimes in, again.

“People like you are the reason others feel the need to end it.” You snark

“Love you too sweets” That little fucker is taunting instead of helping your case, how useful.

You watch as Suguru approaches you from the mirror and leans over your figure. “Suguru, you’re gonna get me wet!”

“Where?”

“You know what I mean” He gives a boyish laugh before tracing his hands across your collarbone. Bending down to whisper in your ear as he drapes himself over you. Closer and closer to your face.

“Eugh, your shower evidence is gonna seep into my clothes, off. Now!”

“Quit being sassy. You really thought you’d go out looking this good? I cant stress this enough im afraid”

He pecks your neck and for a moment, your completely entranced as he breathes in your perfume. Nose snug in your neck as he narrows his eyes at you through the reflection.

Your breath hitches, but you dont falter. Not yet. “The point is that I look good babe.” You wiggle a bit in his grasp, watching his hands slither down to grasp at your hip as the other settles on your leg.

“You always look good. But I think you should stay in tonight” he grumbles, snuggling closer. “Really?”

He squeezes your hip. “Really.”

You can feel yourself folding under his grasp at an alarming rate, and by this point? You have half the mind to message utahime you wont make it tonight.

“Say, how about I show you something better? Hm? Im sure that we can arrange someth—“

“I GOT 76028 LETS GO?!”

You both groan.

Satoru rolls around, white tussled hair bouncing along in his excitement. All before he looks up with wide eyes

“Woah. Two hotties. We fucking or what?”

You sigh before wiggling out of Suguru’s grasp. “Im taking a shower.”

Suguru glared at satoru with a strained smile. “You just ruined the mood you dork”

“For real?”

“For real.”

[bigwishes]

Forced Freak

Tyson was a uni drop out, nothing special about him other than his pretty face and dedication to his diet. He had no real hobbies and no real friends. The only reason people paid him any real attention was because of his body. However guys got pretty turned off after a one night stand with him when they'd wake up and Tyson would have written them critiques about how to improve their bodies and performance in the bedroom.

Tyson was the worst kind of gym bro, not because he had no real personality, but because he was an asshole with no real personality, in fact when he wasn't coming home from the gym, taking selfies in the mirror or scrolling on grinder for someone to bounce on his waist he spent a large portion of his time staring in the mirror admiring his own perfection.

"fuck yeah, I'm probably the hottest guy alive" he'd say as he rubbed his own crotch.

His arrogant attitude had essentially transformed him into a self obsessed autosexual, whilst he enjoyed sex and having a guy put in all the work whilst he laid back in pleasure he still preferred a night to himself and his mirror.

Tyson flexed his arm one last time, admiring the perfection before him before he turned off his alarm and got up to go to the gym.

"well, I'll see you when I get home handsome" he said winking at his own reflection and snapping his underwear band.

He threw on the folded red tank top and black gym shorts he had lying on his dresser, the ones he had steamed the night before. As he walked out the door he picked up his glass from his morning water and placed it neatly in the dishwasher before turning it on and leaving for the gym.

Upon arriving at the gym Tyson walked into the welcome area where he found 3 tall bodybuilders lined up at the key scanner. Tyson rolled his eyes and tried to avoid contact with them, he hated those freaks. The guys who willingly chose to inflate themselves with disgusting amounts of muscle. Who could barely fit in their cars and he huffed and sweat like bovine beasts when they got on the treadmill.

Tyson quickly got impatient and began tapping his foot as the 3 meatheads were holding up the line.

"are you beasts gonna scan in or am I just waiting here all day"

The three turned their heads to them almost in unison

"yoo you think we are beasts huhu" one flexed his enormous bicep that dwarfed Tyson's head

"hey Ty, what up lil dude. Wanna hit bench with us today? we we can help you grow that chest"

Tyson was disgusted at the thought of working out with the three of them and smelling their terrible stench or listening to them heaving for air.

"no thanks, its hard to improve upon perfection" Tyson said with a smirk

"aw come on dude, you can always improve and get bigger, you aint even close to your limit"

"and I dont want to be" Tyson said with a disgusted frown and one raised eyebrow

There was a loud ding and the three bodybuilders began waddling and shuffling their way through the electronic gate into the gym, having to turn sideways slightly to get their hulking frames in the turn gate.

"This is what I mean" laughed Tyson

"haha, can't blame us for being absolute units man"

"But doesn't it annoy the fuck out of you being like that?"

"no way bro, being this big is fucking awesome"

the three bodybuilders all began laughing and flexing

"I'm sorry I really dont see how turning myself into a...freak would be awesome"

There was a dead silence as the three bodybuilders stopped laughing and turned to him.

"that's a bit of a harsh word bro"

"yeah man don't diss the hobby coz you aint into it"

Tyson smirked flicking as he polished his fitness watch with the edge of his jumper "dude I dont think anyone is into it"

"what the fuck is that supposed to mean"

"umm being so big you have no style because you cant fit into anything, constantly covered in sweat marks, you reek after just a few minutes of exercise, you gulp down water like an elephant who hasn't drunk in a year, can barely fit in your cars and take up so much space, plus I like when guys find me attractive and aren't grossed out by my monstrous body" Tyson turned his back placing his gym bag in the locker completely unaware that the three men he had just insulted looked so red their heads could pop with anger.

"I'LL LET YOU KNOW MY HUSBAND LOOOOVVVEEESSS MY SIZE" the bodybuilder in the middle yelled through his teeth

"whoooaa jayce" the two others said in unison as they grabbed him by the chest and stopped him taking a step forward

"don't shoot the messenger buddy but Im pretty sure your husband wouldn't be disappointed if you lost 30-40lsb of muscle, pretty sure he'd enjoy date night without sitting across from a behemoth stuffing himself so full of protein like a slob"

Jayce threw his arms up in the air and pushed his two friends off of him turning around and walking away.

Tyson ignored the interaction implying pulling his towel and drink bottle out of his gym bag.

"You know what you need Ty..."

"and what's that Mark?" Tyson tiredly asked rolling his eyes

"A real good bulk, make ya real big, that'll change your mind" Mark smirked looking at his friend who was smiling back.

"whatever" Tyson groaned as he walked off into the gym.

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A few hours had passed and Tyson was in the changing room admiring himself after his workout. It was enough to pump him to that perfect spot where he looked just slightly bigger and was a little sore, but not enough to make him sweat or stimulate the sort of growth a lot of gym guys were after.

Tyson flexed one bicep and ran his other hand down his thigh feeling himself get hard.

"Oh yeah handsome, just wait till I get you in my bed" He smirked at his own reflection.

Just then he heard the sound to the changing rooms open, his hand quickly shot up from his thigh, not wanting anyone to see his moment of lust.

He watched in the mirror as Jayce rounded the corner, his massive and wide shoulders causing him to bump into subway tiled wall. A massive smile lit up on Jayce's face as he saw Tyson standing there.

"Yep" Jayce yelled out

Dylan quickly followed behind and began walking towards Tyson, not that he thought much of it.

"Grab his left Dylan?"

"No worried Jayce"

Tyson was shocked as the two hulking bodybuilders suddenly grabbed hold of his arms and used what felt like all of their strength to sandwich him between them.

"h-HEY WHAT THE FUCK GET OFF" Tyson struggled and squirmed to get out of there grip but it felt like he was being pressed between two stone walls, he was unable to do anything other than pathetically kick his legs.

Just then Tyson heard the door to the changing rooms lock as Mark rounded the corner.

"Mark!, tell your fucking boys to let me go!"

The three bodybuilder's laughed as Mark walked closer holding a strange metal container in his hand that resembled a protein shaker.

"Hey lil dude" Said Mark with a big smirk across his face

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THREE WANT" Tyson snapped.

"to prove you wrong man" Jayce whispered

'w-what" Tyson continued to flounder and squirm to no avail

"you said being a bodybuilder sucked, well we are gonna prove you wrong" Dylan smirked tightly squeezing Tyson's arms

"h-how, Im not gonna start bodybuilding because you three threaten me"

"oh there is no threat bud, we have got something we want to try but dont know about the side effects wanna test it"

"ARE YOU GONNA JAB MY ASS FULL OF ROIDS" Tyson squeaked pathetically

"no dude, of course not" Said Mark

"we already know the side effects to roids" laughed Jayce

Mark grabbed onto Tyson's perfect hair and forcefully pulled his head back, Tyson couldn't see but he felt Jayce wrap his giant muscular arm around his pinning his between Jayce's bulky bicep and forearm and grabbing his cheeks forcing his jaw open.

"bottoms up pretty boy" Mark said as he flicked the cap off the contained with his thumb and shoved the mouth piece into Tyson's mouth.

"MMMMM -MMMM -MMMMMMM!!!!!!" Tyson tried to yell but his mouth was full of a strange thick liquid.

Mark dropped the contained and grabbed Tyson's nose still forcing the container to his lips

"gotta drink if you wanna breathe buddy"

Tyson couldn't hold it any longer

GULP...GULP...GULP.....GULP

Tyson sucked down what was in his mouth and what continued to pour from the container, when the last drop was drunk and all he could taste was air the three bodybuilders all let go in unison and Tyson dropped to the ground gasping for air.

"How long does it take to work Mark?"

"errr container says a few minutes for a start and a week for full effects"

Tyson couldn't concentrate on what the three were talking about, his body began to feel like it was being super heated, like his muscles and bones were being fried into pudy.

Tyson's hand began to tremble, as he looked at it pressed against the cold tiled floor he noticed his thumb enlarging, getting longer and thicker, it spread to all his fingers and his hand, at first he thought it was an allergic reaction but it wasn't puffy or fat, it was hard solid and defined, like all the muscles in his hands were suddenly expanding, he watched as his handed swelled up to the size of dinner plates as veins in his arms and forearms pumped in sync with his heart beat.

His forearms stared growing outwards and he felt his already tight and pumped biceps ache as they swelled even bigger. Seeing his reflection in the mirror he looked like a bad art project as different parts of his body were swelling with size and different times, his shoulders got wider as his calves got bigger, his pecs inflated as his feet grew out of his shoes, his abs bloated into a semi roid gut as his quads quickly filled with blood, and his ass pumped up into a big meaty globe as his traps crept up his back swallowing his necks.

after just a few minutes the three bodybuilders were stunned looking down at the sweaty bulky mess that was Tyson on the floor of the changing room.

Tyson had watched the whole thing in the mirror but still he couldn't recognise himself, what had happened, what they did to him.

He looked like one of them, a bodybuilder.

"w-what did you do to me" Tyson moaned, out of breath and out of energy

"damn, he got huge so quick, and he still has a week to go?"

"please, no, no bigger, turn me back"

the three bodybuilders began to have a conversation around Tyson like he wasn't even there as he tried to pick himself up off the floor. A few minutes passed and Tyson finally stood up. He felt uncomfortable, muscles he didn't even know where near each other rubbed up against each other like every aspect of his body was fighting for space.

Tyson looked at himself horrified in the mirror at the big bulky freak he had become.

"oh fuck..m..my perfect body" he turned to the three men behind him "please, please you gotta turn me back"

"you still got a week of growin left bud" Mark replied

"PLEASE I CAN'T GET BIGGER"

Jayce smirked trying to contain his laughter

"Look dude, we said we were gonna show you how being a bodybuilder is awesome, let it go for a week and we'll check back in and if you still hate it, we'll turn you back"

Tyson turned back to his reflection and flexed, freaked out by his bicep being larger than his own head.

"see, its already awesome, see you later dude"

The three bodybuilders started walking out of the changing room

"no WAIT!!"

Tyson ran over to his bag feeling the weight of his new body with every step and feeling his hard muscles bounce. He leant over and swung his bag over his shoulder. He watched as the door closed behind the three and he ran to catch up. Every step was a chore, it was like an entire workout for just one leg to hold up the weight of his new massive body.

By the time he reached the door Tyson doubled over gasping for air, he placed his giant meaty hand on the wall and slid down the the floor, he had only run a few feet but it felt like he had just done and three hours of cardio without a break, he felt the sweat running down his back and struggled to come up with a reason anyone would want to be this big, why guys would dedicate their lives to become titans.

it took 15 minutes, for Tyson to catch his breath and stand up again and by the time that happened the three he was after were already gone, he walked through the gym defeated hoping nobody would recognise him. He made it to the turn gate and as he went to go through he felt a hard pressing against his shoulders. Not at all used to his new size Tyson hadn't adjusted the angle that he approached the gate and found himself stuck between the two steel bars. Tyson pushed with his back leg but didn't realise the power behind his colossal quads as he easily pushed himself out but he couldn't stop the moment and he came tumbling forward face first onto the floor in front and multiple gym attendants.

"woah, you okay big guy" one of them asked,

Tyson looked up and saw the other two doing their best not to laugh.

"yeah I'm fine!" Tyson tried to get up as fast as he could but the sheer weight of his frame meant it was an awkward step by step process that took almost a whole minute.

Tyson quickly raced out the doors as fast as his could but once again misjudged his giant muscles and his two shoulders slammed into the automatic doors not realising they weren't wide enough for him. A loud bang rang out and Tyson looked back as the glass automatic doors wobbled and shook, and ounce more pressure and they would have surely crashed down around him.

Tyson waddled through the car park desperate to get to his car. Swinging open the door he quickly realised why he had never seen a bodybuilder in a sleek sports car, he didn't fit, just one leg stepped in and there wasn't any more room for him to squeeze in. He tried everything, moving the seat back, moving the wheel up, but still he didn't fit. After about 10 minutes of doing everything he could think of to get in he just decided to force his way in.

Sliding into the car he felt cramped, and when he closed the driver's door it bounced off his arm and swung back open denting the car next to him. Tyson tried again leaning all the way into his car and shutting the door. It shut but as he sat back up he found himself on an awkward angle to the wheel, he tried to adjust himself to roll down the window so he could stick his arm out and get more space but as he placed his arm down on the leather seat to push his own body out the way he heard a loud tearing. His clothes didn't feel loser and he couldn't see what had torn but it sounded bad...

When Tyson arrived home he squeezed himself out of his car, it felt like being freed from a sardine can but as he turned around to shut his door he had found the source of the tearing noise from earlier, in the centre of the seat, directly under where he was, was now a large split right down the leather, seats that cost over a thousand dollars to fix split apart like paper, and that wasn't the worst of it, he looked at the lower back of the seat to see how the leather had warped and swollen from the amount of sweat that had been pressed against it.

"AW MAN" Tyson moaned slammed his car door, not realising the force his arms were able to put behind it and as the door lodged into place his hand carried the momentum behind it straight into the metal of the car leaving a large dent from his palm.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME"

Tyson stormed over to his front door just wanting the day to end. He pulled up his keys to the front door and fumbled for a few minutes as he struggled to sort though them with his massive meaty fingers, finally he got in the door and shut it behind him as gently as he could which still resulted in a slam.

His stomach let out a loud groan, he had never felt so hungry so sudden in his life, Tyson tried to walk to the kitchen but realised it was more of a waddle has his massive muscular thighs slammed into each other. Arriving in front of his fridge he opened it up and grabbed one of his already made meals out and placed it in the microwave to heat up. He watched in spinning round and heard his stomach grumble as the 2 minutes felt like an entirety. Finally he heard the beep and opened up the microwave to devour his meal. What normally would have left him feeling full for hours didn't even make a dent in his hunger. Tyson opened up his fridge and moved on to his next meal without even heating it up, then another, then a protein shake to wash it down, then another meal and a couple apples, along with a banana or two, and of course he had to pull some of the muffins out of the freezer to defrost to have a bit later.

Tyson sat on his couch, feeling groggy and finally full. He looked around him, plates, protein shakers, wrappers and plastic containers were spread out all over his lounge room from the floor to the coffee table. He felt so heavy he didn't want to get up, he just wanted to pass out on his couch and go to sleep. As his eyes began to drift close...

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

The loudest belch he had ever heard forced him to jolt awake.

"aw fuc-uuuuUUURRPPP, this place is a mess"

Tyson finally realised he had trashed his lounge room in his feeding frenzy, he got up to try and clean but he didn't get very far. His body was so massive it was hard to move between his furniture and it was hard for him to constantly bend down to pick stuff up. On his second trip back from the kitchen to clean the last of the mess he finally noticed where he had been sitting, and the enormous sweat patch pressed into the fabric.

He pulled his tight tank top out from his body realising it looked like he had never washed it in his life.

"god, I need a fucking shower"

He made his way down the hall to the bathroom where he was shocked by his own reflection. He knew he had been turned into a hulking behemoth but, he looked like a completely different person now. His tank top was tight and clung to his body as his pecs hung out the sides. It was covered in sweat patches and strains from spilt protein shakes and food. His face was covered in a coat of sweat and his hair was oiler than he'd ever seen before. Tyson's gut churned as he let out another belch. He suddenly felt a tightness in his pants and he got hard.

"what the fuck..."

Tyson lifted up one arm to flex his bicep, he watched the sweat running down from his pits to his lats, he swallowed a quick gulp of air expecting maybe a small burp but was greeted with a massive room shaking belch. Tyson couldn't help it, he got rock solid staring at his sweaty body and hearing his own manly belching.

He worked his hand down awkwardly to his dick and started to pleasure himself.

He couldn't work it out, he missed his perfect body, he missed his old self, he was grossed out by being such a freak but god he was too horny to not please himself.

Right before his big moment he felt a wave of heat surge out into his body, his clothes felt tighter and suddenly the left strap of his tank top snapped as his shoulder, pec and arm practically doubled in size.

"AAH NO, NO NOT AGAIN"

Tyson watched as his dirty tank was torn to shreds by his growing body. His shorts felt tighter and tighter, soon he felt the sound of ripping fabric. As he turned to the side to inspect his growing legs he saw as his muscled ass split his pants in the back and the fabric quickly tore through making his shorts look like a bad loin clothe prop from a Halloween costume.

"OH FUCK NO, STOP, STOP AHHHH"

Tyson could only watch as his body continued to rapidly grow in the mirror...

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3 weeks later

Tyson leant back on the workout bench groaning and gasping for air. It was the most he had ever lifted, not that he wanted to get bigger but it was the only thing he could do with his day at this point.

He heard the noise of 3 guys cheering as Mark, Jayce and Dyaln approached him.

"HEY BIG MAN" Said Mark

"oh great, what do you guys want"

"relax big guy, just wanted to bring you a snack" Dylan laughed as he pulled out a paper bag of drive through crispy chicken and handed it to Tyson.

"Dont forget to wash it down" said Jayce handing him a protein shake

Tyson didn't have the will power to hold back, his new muscle and size burnt so much fuel from simple existing he was practically starving constantly. He immediately reached into the bag and started eating as much as he could as fast as he could, washing it down with a swig of the protein shake, only taking breaks to gasp for air.

A river of chocolate protein ran down his cheek and dripped onto his XXXL tank top, which looked more like a medium crop top on him.

A young handsome gym attendant walked over to the group with a smile on his face.

"hey guys, just a reminder, you can't eat like that in here save it for outside okay" He smiled as he looked straight into Tyson's eyes.

Tyson's mind was racing, this guy was the most handsome guy he had ever seen in his life, we wanted to apologise for being such a slob, hell, he wanted to ask the guy on a date.

Tyson rubbed the crumbs and protein from his mouth away with the back of his hand and opened his mouth. Immediately he gritted his teeth and almost by instinct at this point cocked the side of his mouth open.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPP!!

Tyson couldn't help but belch and burp as he struggled to get a word out.

"bro..that's nasty" the gym attendant laughed as he walked away.

Mark, Jayce and Dylan all erupted with laughter.

"DUUUUUUDDEEEE" yelled Dylan

"You aren't gonna get a date like that dude I tell you that" laughed Jayce

"They probably wouldn't date him even if he didn't burp every couple of minutes, I mean who wants to date a bodybuilder freak right guys" Mark laughed as he rubbed Tyson's shoulders

"Yeah, you're right Mark, nobody wants a freak like Tyson" Dylan chuckled.

Tyson couldn't control it, the sound of their laughter, the way the three called him a freak and a slob. His dick got hard and he felt as a mixture of pre and cum leaked into his underwear.

They were never going to change him back, he was going to be stuck as this good for nothing muscle pig, forever....

he threw himself back down on the bench..

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP

[starboye]

starring: sebastian stan x male reader

request: dads best friend sebastian who has a crush on reader and readers dad and reader stay over at sebs place and readers dad falls asleep and reader catches seb jerking off and decides to help out, im thinking rough sex with degrading and something else dilfy

warnings: smut, age difference, cursing, teasing, rough sex, spitting in mouth, oral sex, deepthroating, degradation, fucked till passed out, mentions of hickeys, daddy kink, dom!sebastian

no gonna lie now your dads friend was hot, i mean he gave to right amount of dilf and soft vibe but also 'ill fuck you in front of mirror just so you can see the mess im making of you' kinda guy, and he knew that you knew.

sebastian also had a crush on your though, but it should be forbidden, he knows he shouldn't be thinking about his best friend's son like this but whenever you walk around in those shorts that are hugging your ass so well he just cant help hut palm his bulge a little.

it was a kind of tradition for you and your dad to go over to sebastians house on the weekend, they would usually just hang out or go fishing while you sat around bored just scrolling through your phone, and this weekend was no different, seb greeting you both at the door.

he didnt hesitate to take a sneaky look at your ass when you walked past him, just imagining what it would be like to feel it in his hands, fingering you till you screamed his name and begged for more but he cant do that.

sebastian only had two rooms, his room and a guest room which means your dad slept on the couch while you slept right across from sebs room, the rest of the day it was just boring activities of fishing and chopping wood for the fire.

but it was nice to see his muscles flexing everytime he hit the wood, even better when he would lift up his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face and his rock hard abs would show, so why not act a little dumb to get a feel.

"seb i dont know how to do this" you had the most bimbo voice you could put on and i worked, sebastian walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you "let me show you how its done, you lift up and try and aim at the center of the log mkay" he said it with such a sultry tone in your ear it had you unintentionally grinding on him.

and with a quick swing you broke the log into two pieces "thanks seb your so helpful" you look him up and down and bite your lip slightly "yeah no problem" he stammers a little walking away "hey guys dinners ready" your dad shouted from the back porch and you guys all made your way to the dinner table.

dinner was quite uneventful other than the boring talk of football games and occasional flirty stare at sebastian which always gad him glancing away, byt the end of the night your dad was sleep on the couch while you sat in bed texting some friends until you heard some muffled moans from across the hall, investigating mire you found out it was seb doing all the moaning.

peaking in through the crack in his door "fuck y/n please faster, you feel so good, yeah you like my dick wrecking your hole huh" he was fucking some fleshlight with his eyes tightly shut just imagining it was you on top of his dick making his say such obscenities, walking in further you grabbed his hand stopping him and making his heart drop.

"why dont i help you out with that" you offer and before he could even protest you were deepthroating his cock all the way down, it felt so good finally get to suck off sebastian after so long of wanting him and you could tell he licked it with how much he was trying to silence all his moans and after no more than 30 seconds he was filling up your throat with his load.

his cum still all over your lips when you lifted your head, he just could resist pulling you into a kiss, licking off his own cum from your mouth "fuck your mouth feels so good" he huffed "well that's not the only thing that feels good" you were already stripping off your clothes and getting on top of him, you spat on your finger to open up your hole a little but seb stopped you.

"no let me do it" he slipped his fingers into your mouth to lube them up before pulling them out, a string of spit still connected to your mouth as he brought them closer and closer, slipping them in making you moan, his thick and rough fingers had you rocking your hips at the feeling but with a a strong slap to your ass and a stern no from him you were doing whatever he said.

"you ready now" he slaps his dick on your now loose hole "yes sir" you nodded your head and he was fucking into in no time, thrusting upward into your tightness while you both tried your hardest to stay quiet but that was tough as is when you both felt so good to each other.

so sebastian flipped you over on your back with him on top, your legs on both sides of him, his cock felt so good pounding into you "who would've thought my friends son was such a dirty slut, grinding your ass on me and teasing me all the time with you lewd looks you should be punished for that right" his voice was low yet raspy ot was just so hot to hear it had you clenching around him with your nails digging into his back and cumming all over both your stomachs.

"and such a dirty boy, but whos dirty boy are you hm" he smirked at your already fucked out expression "fuck, yours only yours daddy" you panted "yeah thats my name baby, i only wanna hear you call me daddy and sir mkay" he grabbed you chin and pulled it down to spit on your mouth "yes sir" you breathlessly got out.

he lifted your legs all the way up to throw over his shoulders, you grabbing a pillow to bite on to try and stay quiet "mm mm i wanna hear it" he fucked you rougher, moving one hand from your leg to wrap around your throat "moan for me" he ordered, all you could let out were drawled out moans, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as sebastian fucked you stupid on his cock.

"more baby i wanna hear more" he clenched his teeth together as he felt himself fill you up with the first of many loads of tonight, you moaned out a weak daddy feeling him start up his thrusts again "were not done until i say were done" he said, his voice soft yet deep, just enough to get you back in the mood to.

you both fucked all night until you passed out from it all, your head was spinning but you could still feel seb take you back to your room and cover you up so your dad wouldn't see the hickeys on your chest, the next morning was a little lighter than usual "so how did you guys sleep" your dad asked "okay" you both answered with a slight smirk on your faces, this was definitely gonna be a reoccurring thing.

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[cherry-jamm]

mark being a big cuddle bug ugh and you cant help but give in because its honestly so worth it and he has a hand on your ass because he says “its comfy” and you hate to admit it, but it is. So with an iron grip on your cheek you both just fall asleep before a loud blaring alarm goes off

𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀

・❥・ Mark is NOT getting that damn essay done

・❥・word count: 0.9k

・❥・warnings: so much fluff, some mentions of being a pervert, absolutely NOT beta read

・❥・Now why have none of my real life boyfriends been as cute as him??? Also love you anonnn!!!!

“I’m giving up.” Mark huffed in frustration, shutting his laptop and slumping into a small, sad, pile. 

“How much do you have left?” You fought the urge to laugh at your beautiful boyfriend’s misfortune. You lay on the other side of the bed scrolling mindlessly on your phone. Despite his anguish, he looked handsome. A few strands of hair fell into his face messily and his white t-shirt suddenly seemed much tighter.

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

“Like one more page.” He dragged his hands down his face, stretching it cartoonishly. He rested his head on the headboard of his bed, his chest rose and fell as he took deep calming breaths. 

“That’s not bad.” You crawl closer to him. You move the laptop off his lap, assuring it stays safely on the small bed. You cradle his face in your hands, his lips were pulled into a pout and his warm brown eyes trailed over your face like he was committing it to memory. “That’s like, home stretch.” 

“No,” He whined. He was stuck between wanting to tear away from you dramatically or nuzzling himself further into your hold on his face, so he simply sighed loudly. “I ran out of things to say like five paragraphs ago. I can’t repeat everything for the third time.” You bite your lip to avoid cracking a smile at his dramatics. 

“Oh no, whatever will my sweet boy do?” 

“Don’t mock me! I need this to pull my grade up.” You roll your eyes. Maybe you would take him more seriously if he actually did his work when he said he would. “I’m gonna finish it.” He nods. “Get away from me, tease.” He pulls himself from your hold and grabs his laptop once again. With a shrug, you back away from him to return to your side of the bed. You barely made it an inch away before he grabbed onto your leg to keep you in place. You raise an eyebrow at his antics. He doesn’t say anything but you see him struggling to contain his smile. 

You tug your leg back and curl up in your spot on the bed. For a while everything is peaceful. You scroll on your phone while Mark types away diligently. However, all good things come to an end. Before you even realized that Mark had shut his laptop he had grabbed onto you by the legs and tugged you closer to him. You yelped and curled a hand into his hair in surprise. “Mark!” You shrieked. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist with a nonchalant smile, paying no mind to your hand in his hair or how your surprised yell was cut off by a fit of giggles. He pulled you into his lap and pressed you close to his chest with a heavy exhale. His warmth blanketed you and you felt yourself relax into him. You could feel the defined musculature beneath his loose shirt and it sent a pleasant shock through you.

“I thought you were finishing your essay?” You hummed, making no moves to get off of him and let him work.

“Shh, let me have this.” He whispers into your ear. He tucked his head into the crook of your neck, his warm breath fanned over your collarbone. Once again everything was peaceful, and once again Mark had to disturb the peace. His hand wandered further down your body until it rested itself on your ass.

“What are you doing?” You pull away just slightly to look at him. He shushes you again, his eyes shut.

“Sorry.” He murmured. Despite that he doesn’t move his hand an inch. If anything he tightens his grip. 

“You aren’t sorry.” You huff. He nods and a small smile spreads on his face. 

“I’m not. Just let me have this.” He repeats. “It’s comfy.” You narrow your eyes at him. His eyes are lidded and tired but he looks back at you with a playful expression. 

“You’re a pervert.” You sigh as you lay back down on him. His muscles relax at your warm body on top of his.

“I know, I’m the worst.” He smiles into your hair. With one of his hands still gripping your cheek the other rubs soft circles into your back. You feel your breathing begin to even out as you lose yourself in the softness of the moment.

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You weren’t sure how much time had passed since you had fallen asleep but you woke up in an entirely different position than you had fallen asleep. When your eyes opened you were on your back with Mark nuzzled into your chest. His arms were still around your waist while yours rested around his shoulders. Sunlight streamed in through the window, kissing your face and giving Mark’s almost jet-black hair a warm glow. You threaded your fingers through his hair. He had been working so hard, both as Mark Grayson and as Invincible, he needed rest. 

Just as quickly as you had the thought it was interrupted. A loud, blaring alarm cut through the room, leaving you scrambling to find the source before Mark woke up. The source was, of course, Mark’s own phone. 

Essay

His alarm read. You half smiled as you closed out of the alarm. Alas, it was too late.

“What was that?” He croaked.

“Your reminder to write your essay.” You laughed as you carded your fingers through his hair. He sighed loudly as he rolled off of you. 

“I’m giving up.”

[y2kstarr]

— ᥫ᭡ cyber sex . . . matt sturniolo

where . . . matt just cant help needing you even when he's away, but he's got a way to work it out

contains . . . pure smut, phone sex (facetime), masturbation (handjob, fingering), dirty talk, switch!matt.

credits to @delilahsturniolo for the marathon concept

HOT PINK WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #1

You giggled at your phone as you stepped into your room, scrolling through the multiple borderline sexting texts you and Matt had been sending each other throughout the whole day, leading up to now, where you were finally alone to actually indulge.

You plopped down onto your soft, cushioned bed, your room dimly lit from the purple LED lights that were strung along where your walls met your ceiling, your pillows holding the weight of your head as you lie down.

Just then, you saw a new text from him come through:

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝, 𝚖𝚊?

You hardly even waste a second before texting back a simple "yes", watching at the receipt turned from delivered to read, a moment of nothing filling you with anticipation before your phone started ringing, Matt's contact card now on your screen along with the options to accept or decline.

Excited chills went through your body before you collected yourself, the pad of your thumb pressing against the accept button and watching as his face came onto your screen. You felt your body practically melt as his lips curled into a warm smile at the sight of you.

"Hi baby," He cooed through the phone, making you already giggle as you greeted him back. "Been missin' you like crazy over here, I swear, it's like I'm addicted to you." He chuckled low, but you heard as he let a soft groan slip from his lips, his teeth subtly bitting at his bottom lip.

"Matt," You spoke his name in that soft, warm tone that always had his skin prickling with goosebumps, his teeth biting a bit harder into his lip now as he withheld a moan.

You giggled as you rolled your eyes. "Can't believe you've already been touching yourself. Thought you promised to wait till we got on call," You teased him, hearing as he let out a huffed chuckle in response.

"I know, ma, I just– fuck, just thinkin' about you gets me all worked up, I couldn't help myself," He admitted, your eyes noticing through the camera that his arm was trying to discreetly move, a smirk coming to your lips.

"C'mon, baby. Show me," You cooed, loving the way he huffed out a soft scoff before moving his phone back a bit, tilting it down to reveal his fingers wrapped around his gorgeous cock. His tip was a deep, flushed pink, pre-cum already starting to leak from his slit as he was clearly rock hard.

"That's how you me got me these past few days, ma," He groaned softly, though his grip on his phone unsteady, a muttered curse leaving his lips before he lifted his phone and brought it back, propping it up on something and checking what was all in view before he sat back.

You bit your lip as you watched his hand slowly stroke his cock, his head lolling back against whatever was behind his head as his chest rose and fell in deep breaths.

Your eyes stayed glued onto him through the screen a bit more before he let out a small noise that nearly sounded like a whimper or a whine, your eyes flicking his face as he glanced away from the camera, blush tinting his cheeks with his free hand covering his mouth.

"I.. wanna see you too, baby... please?"

You practically threw all inhibitions out the window the moment you heard him practically beg, your head nodding quick with a smile on your lips. You heard him chuckle softly through the phone as you took a moment to prop your phone up just right on your bed, a pillow backing it, before it finally worked.

You moved back a little, your knees up as you tugged off your sleep shorts and panties, looking back to see Matt watching you with desire filled eyes that sent a shiver through your spine. You sat up comfortably on your knees and feet, legs closed together before you slowly spread them for Matt, revealing your already glistening pussy to him.

"Fuck, baby..." Matt breathed out, your eyes noticing just how his dick twitched at the sight, a smirk on your lips even as you blushed, still a little embarrassed on being like this on call with him. "Can you touch yourself too..? Please, you got me lookin' pathetic here.." He huffed out a chuckle as you giggled.

You reached your hand down to grasp the hem of your shirt, tugging it up before you bit into the fabric, holding it up to show off your tits and give yourself better access to your drooling cunt. The moment your fingers brushed through your soaked folds, you let out a soft moan, albeit muffled by your shirt.

"Jesus, ma– you're a goddamn wet dream, right now—" Matt groaned out, your eyes back on your phone as you watched him start stroking himself again, a bead of pre-cum visible through the camera, nearly making your mouth water.

As you circled your clit, your eyes stayed locked on him on screen, his shallow breaths, his flushed cock, his half-lidded eyes. You let your fingers slide down before slowly slipping into your needy cunt, your eyes fluttering at the feeling as you pumped your fingers slow, matching his strokes in time.

"Wish I was there with you, touchin' you. God, I need you so fuckin' bad right now—" He groaned out, breathlessly chuckling at how needy he was getting for you, his hand starting to move faster on his cock as he watched you match his speed, a thill going through him as it let his imagination run wild, pretending like he was there, fucking you so good.

Soft squelches emitted from your sopping cunt as you fingered yourself to match his pace, whimpers and moans leaving you as your free hand lifted to grip your shirt from your mouth, a gasped breath leaving you. "Matt– fuck– need you here—" You breathlessly babbled out, whining as you rocked against your palm, stimulating your clit.

"Yeah baby? You thinkin' about me being there with you?" You nodded your head at his words, eyes fluttered shut as you bit your lip, just letting the pleasure wash over your greedy body. "Thinkin' about how much you want my dick in that sweet pussy, huh? Mmm– fillin' you up so nice— fuck— just like you deserve?"

"Matt—" You gasped out, feeling a warmth burn within your tummy, growing hotter and hotter by the second as your fingers worked your pussy perfectly, your mind trying to pretend like it was his fingers instead, or even his cock, just like he'd said. "You're gonna make me cum—" You whined, your hand gripping tighter at your held up shirt.

"You close, ma?" He cooed, groaning as he could hear the sloppy mess that was you fingering yourself, the sound so melodic to his ears as his hand stroked his throbbing cock, his hips twitching up to practically fuck into his fist. "S-Shit.. c'mon ma, cum f'me. Cum all over this dick–" He panted out, making your imagination build at the thought of getting to gush all over his thick cock.

Pants built up between the both of you, whimpered grunts leaving Matt's mouth as sweet whined moans fell from yours, your thighs starting to shake as you felt that tingly feeling grow and grow, your panting quick and skipping. "'M gonna– g-gonna—!"

You gasped before could hardly get your words out as your eyes rolled back and your thighs trembled nearly close, your pussy spasming and gushing all over your fingers, hips rocking to ride out your high against your palm, a sweet, loud moan of Matt's name leaving your soft, bitten lips, ecstasy washing over you in glorious waves.

Matt watched in awe with his lips parted, fucking up into his fist almost desperately as he felt his own orgasm finally hit him like a tidal wave, a gasp leaving him as white spurts of cum shot from his cock. His hand quickly lifted his shirt in time, his hips stuttering as his hand quickly stroked himself through his orgasm, his eyes lidded with pure pleasure.

"Fffuckkk–" He moaned out, his voice a little whiny from his breaths before his eyes rolled back, his hand slowing a bit as he slowly descended from his high. "Oh my— fucking god, baby..." He huffed out, a weak chuckle leaving him at the mess he'd made all over his abdomen, just like how you'd gotten your sheets all messy too.

You panted out in bliss as you took your fingers out with a weak whimper leaving you, cleaning as much as you could up before grabbing your phone and lying back down, your blissed out expression visible through the camera as you watched Matt clean himself up.

"I love you so much, Matt." You murmured, and he couldn't help but grin, all lovestruck and equally blissed out as he blew you a little kiss.

"Love you too, ma."

☆ : ok, a bit much, but i feel like i actually popped off with the first fic of the marathon EEEE!! hope you all enjoy!! <33

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