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His son might be out and is just on his way home, but at least Ed had great company. That while it was indeed the case, Ed was just as insistent on letting Peter just stick around and wait for his son since he is very much welcome in that small household of two. He’s sweet and polite. Easily endearing. And most of all, he really appreciated him being supportive of Eddie’s endeavors in following his footsteps—in fact, Peter is very supportive of them both. And that is why Ed took the opportunity to have the other help him out. That without much of a warning, the older Brock walked into the living room with nothing but the skimpiest thong that gleamed in its metallic pink, one that he was a bit anxious on trying—but Peter told him he would look good in it so why the hell not? And with Peter in the living room, there was no better man to judge, right?

“Yeah—took your advice kid…got those posers you mentioned...” Ed chuckled, sauntering right up to the coffee table, massive body flexing with every step like how his ripe muscle breasts jiggled on. He was showing off, curves and all. And with how he tugged at the already thinned out strapped, he shifted in it as he smiled warmly onto the other. “—so… how does the old man look, Peter?” he chuckled on. Fists against his hips for a pose—unaware that his little adjustment already got half his pussy lip out and right in Peter’s line of vision. Plump. Flush. And even with a hint of a wet glisten. Truly, his poser did nothing to hide anything.

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thesewickedwiles:

“Seriously, Paul.” He mocks the vampire as his hand reaches around his wide middle so he can grope one of his bouncing pecs. Emmett sitting on his face was always welcome and if there was one thing Paul could’ve done for hours it was feasting on that ass. “Why didn’t ya?” He asks, slipping one of his fingers up and into his cold depths with an all too evil smirk. “You want this. You wanna be so riled up that you can’t focus.” Paul licks up his bowling ball of a shoulder before he kisses up his neck. “This is what a slut like you wants, Emmett.” His voice is low as he catches the other’s earlobe between his teeth so he can bite down on it. “I’m not gonna give into you, though. I’m just gonna tease you till you can’t take it anymore.” Paul kneads his thick pec, pinching one of his thick pink nipples roughly. While he teases those massive tits his finger works in and out of the vampire, sending the muscled ass around his knuckles to jiggling.

Fuck. If it wasn’t those words damn true. Seriously, even just the mere thought of Paul playing with his body and teasing his weak spots was more than enough to make the vampire’s cock hard and his sweet pucker all needy. So to actually feel the tease, to actually hear the taunt of the need that he can’t’ deny, to feel that finger finally slip into him despite his protest, to feel that finger pluck at his all too sensitive nipples, Emmett was only left to give out his moan—one that bellowed into a louder sob as his body tensed from the vibrations that had him clam up enough that he clenched around the finger while his pec sent more jolts as his own sudden movements had Paul’s pluck turn into a tug. Fuck. It was a fucking problem. How can he fight against Paul’s sternness when he’s practically a slut for it? How can he fight against the teases when it was his own body betraying him? “P-aul...” Emmett sighed, his fleshy breasts heaving on as he tried to wiggle away. That though it coaxed on more of the sensation, it sparked irritation as well...one easily turned into mischief. “I-it’s not like y’can’t feel me up in some dark alley...” he moaned on, pecs jiggling.

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thesewickedwiles:

“You’re doing all this on purpose. I’m convinced that you don’t even want to leave the house tonight.” Paul gives the vampire a look as he crosses the room, doing everything within his power not to stare at that large ass. He winds up watching the large globes bounce and sway due to scientific purposes, of course. Paul gathers the costume Emmett had thrown together for him and undoes his jean shorts so he can start getting dressed. His cock flops out into the open, already half hard and aching to be inside of the vampire across the room. He ignores it, even as he stuffs it into a tinier pair of shorts that Emmett must have cut up just for the outfit. Next, his flannel shirt went on which he left undone so he could show off his powerful abs and the swell of his pectorals. Paul was going to fetch his shoes before he caught a glimpse of Emmett bending over, practically begging for attention. “You need any help?” He’s behind the other in a flash, palming that big porcelain ass with a perked brow. “I’m honestly surprised that you’re that flexible, babe. I don’t even think I can touch my toes.” Paul points out, reaching between the round globes so he can deliver a playful tap to his entrance.

It was a mistake—and Emmett knew it the moment he straightened up from the jolt of its sensation; that with his body arched back from the tickle at his tight little pucker, his body came to a clench enough that even his fat muscle ass did the same and practically pulled and clamped at the stray finger that dared to tease him. Though within it, more so with the need that was already there, Emmett couldn’t help but think if they were out and about while Paul teased him more. It was the goal really. “S--seriously, Paul—” it was a retort though with less conviction as he felt himself practically rubbing his tight entrance against whatever he could feel between his cheeks. “If I wanted to stay in, I wouldn’t have been spending time lacing myself up and just sm’thered y-you into waking up by s—sitting on y’r face—” he continued on, pecs heaving as his growl roiled somewhere within his chest while he rolled his hips at the slightest. Seriously, he really wanted to go out but with him already worked up, he was trying his damn hardest to win.

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thesewickedwiles:

“I like the cape, don’t get me wrong. I just don’t want it to cover that ass or get in the way, is all.” Paul explains, leaning back so he can get another glimpse of that large vampiric butt. He has to take a moment to process what had just been said. He bites down on one of his own knuckles and silently mouths “Oh my god.” He loved Emmett in thigh highs and seeing the other done up while wearing them was going to do him in. “If you need help with them you’d better let me supervise. I wouldn’t want you falling over and breaking a hip.” Paul seats himself at the edge of their large bed, watching his mate with bated breath. 

With Emmett already worked up from the way his boyfriend practically felt him like he’s some ripe prom date, he would at least admit to himself that his mind was quick enough to wander to whatever Paul would assert on doing on him once they’re out and about with Emmett’s costume practically leaving nothing for defense against his seeking fingers and hands. But seriously, he still had shit to do—and so does Paul. So in a saunter towards the other side of the room, where each bared cheek flexed and bobbed that Emmet could feel the strap shift and scratch at his pucker at the slightest, the brawny vampire simply picked up one of his boots and placed it onto a stool as he slipped his leg into it—only to bend over to start his lacing. “Just get into your costume, baby…” Emmett finally spoke, all while he made sure that he bent low enough to have his fat cheeks part enough that his strap was not only revealed, but also the pink smooth pucker he had that the thin fabric was barely hiding.

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thesewickedwiles:

“Sounds pretty simple. I can do a painted on nose and some shorts.” Paul agrees with a nod, reaching in front of his mate to grope his large pecs. He squeezes the rounded muscle firmly before he lifts them so they can bounce on top of his large upper body. “What about the rest of your outfit? I mean, I really fucking dig what you’ve got going on, don’t get me wrong.” While he speaks he tightens his corset, further exaggerating Emmett’s v-shaped torso in the process. “I’d just hate to murder a dude for staring at you for too long, is all.” Paul grunts, kissing over the shell of his ear.

What spark of confusion that might have sparked the vampire’s face into a frown was so easily turned into the soft expression of utter pleasure; jaw tight to suppress a gasp, eyes closed into a flutter as his head was thrown back into his lean—all from the mere sensation of his fingers squeezing and bashing the buxom bounty of his fleshy pecs into their fuller roundness that Emmett finally felt that pulse of warmth that usually urged his cycle. Fuck. He really might not end up getting out of the doors—but at the same time, he felt his body warm and prickle from the weakening pleasure that his boyfriend practically kneaded into him with his fingers that his lips and whisper was already overkill.

“I brought up the cape and then you fucking complain,” Emmett finally chuckled, tits jiggling into the rhythm. “But yeah there’s more...” he hummed on and nodded at the door. “Still had to lace myself into those thigh high boots—could’ve been done by now if you weren’t acting like a diva,” he laughed on.

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thesewickedwiles:

“I’ve learned how to tune you out. It’s how I’m still sane.” Paul shoots his mate a playful smirk before hiding his face in the nape of his neck. Shorts were always a good incentive. Even now that his body had swelled up with nearly two hundred pounds of muscle he still preferred them over anything else. Most were unable to fit past the middle of his thigh, which was just fine by Paul. “I guess I’ll go as a werewolf.” He shrugs his broad shoulders, nosing into Emmett’s cold flesh. “If I can wear shorts, I’m game. What else would I wear with it, though?”

The feeling of Paul’s lips against his neck was rewarded with a hum—a sigh too; where it was yet another wave of sensation from around him from his firm cinching. A little more attempt from the werewolf to steal his breath and his damn full tits might just pop, really... and he is yet to feel himself make his muscle milk. But he was all smiles still—more so because he actually liked feeling all tight—as he nodded onto the chair where the black pair of shorts was draped on. “Not much…saw one with a tail sewn on already...got you a wolf ear headband too...” Emmett’s pecs jugged in their bounty as he chuckled on. “—paint you a nose too and we’re good to go…I mean, there’s no point covering all these wolf beef…”

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thesewickedwiles:

“Shut up, oh my god. I’ll let you pick something out for me, alright?” Paul was terrible at denying Emmett and the vampire was all too aware of how easily it was to sway him. All it took was a dimpled grin and a good glimpse of those tits and he was a goner. “Do you have any suggestions?” Paul wraps his arms around Emmett’s slim waist, sandwiching his cock between the two massive globes of his ass. He grinds himself against his vampiric lover while he awaits his answer. “They’d better not be anything stupid either.” Paul would put on anything Emmett offered, even if it was just as revealing as the current garment that the other had on.

 “You and your pack can hear bullshit for miles but somehow my words are slipping right through your ears,” Emmett was quick with his retort, eyes narrowed despite how he was enveloped from behind with Paul’s warm embrace. “I told you, you go as a werewolf with my vampire—I mean, you wear shorts at least,” he continued on with a chuckle as if it was a revelation on itself that the thing might not even reach halfway down the werewolf’s thighs—more so because they’re thick with muscle. Though with how Paul rutted against him, his mind was just swimming in the thought of a certain thick muscle—enough for him to squirm just a bit more and have his cheeks squeeze at it more and inevitably feel the bloom of a tingle at his tight heat.

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thesewickedwiles:

From behind Paul admired the large muscles that made up his boyfriend’s massive back. He was slightly smaller than Emmett which made him feel as though he had to compensate and he did so every chance he got. He continues to toy with the thin straps, tugging them upward and away from his large body before he lets them snap against his porcelain skin. “You’d look fucking great as Count von Count. You’d just wear a tiny cape and a monocle, it’ll be hot.” Paul offers, tugging the vampire against him. “You’re gonna wear more clothes than you need to? Who are you and what have you done with my Emmett?”

“—ah~” Emmett’s sharp gasp frok the snap of his thong had the slabs of his chest swell and jiggle. But before he can regain his bearings, the wolf’s forceful tug against him coaxed a growl as Paul’s crotch practically wedged its sizable heft into the deep crevice of his practically bared ass, once more enough to jolt his cock into life as Paul just felt so thick and warm despite the layers of clothing between them—and the thong’s accounted for despite the fact that it barely hid anything.

“Sorry, Old Emmett can come to the phone right now—” he teased leaning against Paul. “—he’s busy getting into the Halloween spirit alone because his boyfriend can’t be bothered to wear something nice for the Count…” he mused on, flexing his fat cheeks as if to punctuate.

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thesewickedwiles:

“You’re a vampire dressing as a vampire! That doesn’t even count!” He admired Emmett from the edge of his bed, admiring his curvaceous figure with a lustful stare. “I do appreciate the outfit, though.” Paul hops up and onto his feet before he circles around the pale man like the carnivorous beast that he was. “Is there more to this outfit or are you going out like this?” He steps behind Emmett, tugging on the thin straps of his thong so he can pull them upward teasingly.

Call it ego, but Emmett knew his own brawn. It was one of the reason why their home was close to what Carlisle had. But seriously, he had to give it to Paul to make him feel smaller with just his stare—that and maybe Emmett had wanted the feeling anyway. But at the tug, his form was quick to tense; his heavy muscle pecs were quick to swell on from the mere sensation of having his smooth pucker be scratched at by the strap of his thong and his cock was just as quick to throb. Great. Now the pouch that could barely keep his junk was on his way to turning into sausage casing and he was yet to say Trick o’ fucking Treat. But Paul wasn’t about to beat him on this game.

“—vampire coming out as a stereotypical vampire does count,” he grumbled, turning to meet the werewolf’s gaze, a smirk laced along for the pun. “And you know what, maybe I should scrap the previous plan of just rocking this thing and just don on the cape instead since you’re not keen on coming with. I need to protect myself.”

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     “I’m not gonna be a werewolf for Halloween. Fuck off.” 

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With a clench of the jaw, Emmett took a couple of steps out of the bathroom as the creamy round slabs of his muscle breasts heaved on and out in juicier pertness as the wide corset-like belt that he had just laced around his waist held them up nice and thick and taut. “So you’re saying that I’m putting an effort to look like a vampire for nothing?” his eyes narrowed at his boyfriend, pressing his knuckles against his hip to which the whole region was barely hidden with the black leather thong that he had on.

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ofbadintentions:

“You’d love it, Bruce.” Damian had always been a handful long before he had decided to conquer his father. He now lorded over him, treating Alfred as his inferior and doing as he pleased around the house. With his father under his thumb he felt truly invincible. “Just imagine it, Dad. Your huge tits spilling out of your sigil.” He eyes the heaving mounds of his father’s bulging chest, salivating at the thought of it. “The real question is, do we have your nipples hanging out or do we cover them up?” Damian watches with a hiss of pleasure as those large mounds bounce before settling into place. He eases a batarang out of the belt before he slices upward, cutting open the front of his father’s suit from his navel all the way to the bottom of his cleavage. “See?, That’s much better, I know those bad boys needed to breath.”

Bruce knew that he could’ve shoved the boy away from him, set him aside and take command; but the way Damian just closed up onto him with that venom in his voice, how his body seemed to sing to it… to shudder…to even dare to have him think of the perversity that he was planning; to have him fight crime in the cold night of Gotham… nipples pert… exposed… vulnerable. He growled at the thought, pushing down along with the sensation that his chest felt when he taunted. But just when he thought he could escape the nightmare, Damian moved—in a flick of a wrist Bruce felt himself gasp at the sudden onset of the tightness easing away, all because his boy decided to cut his suit open. Though what made it worse was how he was already fighting to keep his pecs in from the start—that with that sliver of a slack, they swelled on and continued where Damian stopped, shamelessly spilling themselves onto his lecherous gaze where the suit indeed threatened to fully exposed him. Bruce couldn’t help but take in a breath, to have his tits—to have his chest—swell enough that the puffy areolas peeked at the edges of the rips.

“S-stop this------uuhn!” Bruce could only hiss, and what little movement he could muster, it merely made his pecs bounce.

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ofbadintentions:

“You’ve gotten so touchy lately, it’s annoying.” His lip sparks over his teeth as his father steps away and out of his reach. Damian quickly fills the space between them, promptly undoing his belt so he can tug it away. He brandishes it over his shoulder before he slides an arm around the man. “Don’t be so frigid, Dad. You had a good time, didn’t you? You just need to let go and have a good time.” Damian places his hand at the small of his back before his eyes look over is father’s vast chest. “I’ve been thinking about making some changes to your outfit, honestly.” He hums in thought before he glances up at the man with a grin. “Have you ever thought of a bat shaped boob window?”

Damian was trained. It was something that Bruce’s rage somehow forgot. That with that small window of him storming off, he was caught within the boy’s grasp, belt gone and with his mighty chest face to face with the other. Just like that, he was unarmed, and his boy with his perverse desires were so close him—to his body that he so lewdly dreamt about; so much that his words were enough to cause some panic into the billionaire. “Stop it!” Bruce seethed on, cheeks flustered with how Damian forced that image into his head; fleshy tits oozing out of his famous sigil, deep cleavage and all like some pin up slut. “Get off—” he growled on, using his brawn to struggle off once again with a stomp enough to make his pecs bounce on along.

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ofbadintentions:

“Watch your tone.” Damian replies firmly before he shoots up and onto his feet so that he can approach his father. He circles the man like a predatory animal who had cornered their prey. “I had to wait up for you, Dad. If you weren’t back in time I was going to go out there and fetch you myself.” He stops in front of his father, admiring the swell of his chest and his built upper body in the tight confines of his suit. It was looking tighter than it had before, leaving little to the imagination. Damian was thinking of adding thick rubber nipples onto the suit to mimic his dad’s perky ones. He’d do that another night when his father wasn’t already on edge. “You need a new suit, pops. This one looks uncomfortable.” Damian traces over the swell of one of his father’s pecs, weighting it in his palm before he gives it a firm squeeze. “It’s so tight. How do you even manage to do anything?”

A tense and stern anger was quick to sparked within Bruce; his meaty pecs heaving into a swell as he took in a breath to tame his patience—as he knew, however he denied it, fury was more fitting for himself. For his weakness. For how easy it was to have his breath hitch at how Damian so boldy groped his pec into a bounce while his wily tongue spewed the truth that Bruce had struggled with. Yes. He barely managed anything. Memory was still fresh when he took into a fight and beat the criminals though with him trying so hard to keep his composure. His suit. So tight. So hot. It kept brushing and sliding over his nipples… his hole… his fleshy chest in constant bounce. But no. He did it. He managed to pull it off. And it’s about damn time his son knew it too.

“I did manage,” Bruce mumbled in a heavy tone. “I don’t need you—” he growled on as he took what’s left of his resolve to struggle away from Damian’s touch, only to feel a clench in his jaw as his pecs bounced so easily.

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ofbadintentions:

“You’re home late.” Damian is the first to greet the man upon returning home. He’d been forbidden from going with his father on his usual patrol, much to his annoyance. He was all too smug over the fact that he’d made a bitch out of the caped crusader and could tell that the man wasn’t over the fact. “So, did you actually get anything done tonight? Or did you let a few criminals slip through your fingers like you always do?” Damian had been waiting for Bruce in the Bat Cave, having used his spare time to replace all wallpapers on the Batcomputer with images of his father in compromising positions and various states of undress. He waits in front of the large mass of computer screens and operating systems, just so his father can see his handy work. His favorite image was one he had collected while his father had just arrived home from a meeting. He was pulling off a blazer which forced the buttons which had been feebly holding his dress shirt closed to come undone, exposing a vast majority of his cleavage and the start of his abs.  

The voice alone was enough to spark horror though not enough to come to fore—though to turn to where Damian is and what he had done had the Bat freeze in his spot as he was once more bombarded by the truth that he had just escaped for the night; himself and the memories that it evoked, all lewd and full and taut and needy… the screens just showed them all off that Bruce felt even more conscious about his current form within the confines of his skin tight suit. “They have all been dealt with!” Bruce retorted, though his jaw clenched at how he felt too defensive when he didn’t have to. No. Damian didn’t have that kind of power. As much as the tingle in his pucker and nipples had reminded him once more. Lips and tongue and teeth all over his body—no. Damian didn’t have that kind of power. “You have no business here. Go back to bed.”

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He did it. Of course he still had it. With a sigh that bordered on self-satisfaction, Bruce set his cowl to the side as he had gone through the night of crime fighting with success as he had claimed more leads from the cases that he had and at the same time, put away various goons that were now bound to be interrogated and tried. Though as he moved up to one of his computers, he felt it—his suit scratching at his itching pucker, quickly making him hide a whimper and a blush as he pushed on along with the task at hand. No. His still had it in him. His body might have begun to betray him just as his own son had done, and he might have seen himself all too lewd with how his suit stretched over and squeezed his pecs and ass cheeks, but there were of little consequence. Bruce merely pulled his cape around him to cover his form and just focus onto debriefing himself even if he could still feel the tingle on his special spots.

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lahote:

Paul was only slightly smaller than Emmett but anything he was lacking in muscle mass he more than made up for in bravado and sheer confidence. As he stood before the vampire he was left to ponder why he was so bare. He’d never seen Emmett without a shirt and was impressed with his upper body and the tiny waist that gave the vampire a distinct v shape. “I’m pretty sure I can handle anything you throw at me.” Paul slides into his space, aware of Emmett’s scent and the cold air about his body. He eyes the deep cleavage formed by the other having crossed his arms. “What’s up your ass, Leech? You’re usually in a better mood than this.” Paul asks as he stalks around Emmett like a cat toying with a large, muscular mouse.

With how Emmett squared up from that word alone—leech—the slight shift in his form was already enough to make his bulging muscles swell—to have his massive milk-filled pecs heave out more and have his cleavage deepen right before the wolf’s eyes. Of course, Emmett kept his wince—it was almost weird how he was human once, that the warm sensations within the fleshy slabs of his pecs seemed to spur on the tingling discomfort. And it only drove the vampire’s annoyance even more as Paul just simply stood right before him with that smug look on his pretty face. Fucking mongrel. Emmett felt his nose twitch slightly as if he kept an inward snarl.

“Maybe if you go down on your knees, I might consider changing my mood—” Emmett offered a cocky chuckle as he  tried to maintain his resolve.

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lahote:

   “I’ve seen you fight.“ The wolf shoots the vampire a mischievous grin before he walks around the other, sizing him up in the process. "If that’s anything to go by I’d say your ass is as good as dead.” Paul takes the time to check out Emmett’s sizable glutes before he meets him at his front. “–Are you cold or something?” He gives a nod to the arms crossed over Emmett’s thick chest before he perks a dark brow at him. “I didn’t know your kind could get cold.”

If Paul wasn’t a mongrel, Emmett would admire the efforts he made to get all stacked like that. He’s massive. But Emmett was still bigger. Yeah, the wolf had no clue about his current…weakness…but there was a chance that he could still square up and intimidate him into walking away. It’d be dumb on his end to attack anyway, they had a pact. And with his jaws clenching, Emmett just merely straightened up, pecs and arms pushed out more as if to show that he’s the one in charge despite how the other eyed him; to think that he only had his sweatpants on. Then again, maybe Paul would think twice as his pure brawn is bared.

“---I could get you to know more about me, but I don’t guarantee you’d come out in one piece,” his cockiness masked with his stern hiss as he remained resolute.