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Tags- Straight to gay, conservative to woke, himbo Transformation, muscle transformation, male tf, rude customers, fictional character transformation
" You messed up my order again! I asked for a vanilla caramel frosted macchiato with hints of mint and hazelnut served with three pumps of sugar cookie delight and four pumps of pumpkin spice with whispers of lemon glaze! How hard could it be to get that simple order right!?"
An irate customer furiously slammed their coffee cup on the counter and sent droplets of liquid diabetes flying everywhere. He stared daggers at Tony like he were the reason for everything wrong in his life.
" Please calm down sir. I can remake your order, but there's no need to act so hostile." Tony said.
" Fuck you! I pay good money for my coffee and I don't want some lazy ass college snowflake to fuck me over with his incompetency. I knew that rainbow flag out front was bad news but this just proves it. You guys are totally trash at your job. I'm never coming back here again!" The customer growled before stomping his way out of the store.
" Wait! I can give you a drink on the house!"
The customer stopped in his tracks and turned around. " Now that's more like it. A free drink is the least I deserve after putting up with this mess." He reentered the lobby and stood by the counter.
Tony sighed in exhaustion as he began wiping up the spilt coffee. Michael had been a regular customer of the Second Cup cafe and he always had a list of complaints whenever he arrived. He was the annoying type of customer who insisted on having a 100 different flavors in his coffee and threw a massive temper tantrum if his order wasn't exactly to his liking. Tony couldn't take much more of his attitude. He didn't get paid enough to deal with all that nonsense so he wasn't going to teach that jerk a lesson
He went to the back of the cafe to pull out a powder packet that had "Brotein Mix" labeled on it in big rainbow colored letters. It was an extremely rare coffee mix you could only get if you knew the right people. Tony always served this drink to unruly customers in desperate need of an attitude adjustment. He poured the white powder into a cup and stirred it with the freshly brewed black coffee.
" All done. Hope you enjoy." Tony handed the cup to Michael who snatched it away from him. Michael took a big sip of the drink and moaned with satisfaction.Ā
" About time you learned how to make a decent cup! You should've done this ages ago", for the first time, Michael was actually pleased with his order. His smug grim was quickly replaced with a look a bewilderment when he felt his body vibrate. His shoulders widened and his height extended. His flabby beer belly morphed into a chiseled set of washboard abs. No more droopy man-boobs, he now had perky pecs that were begging to be squeezed. His wide chest stretched out the fabric of his white shirt until it looked ready to burst. His jawline was a perfect square shape that you almost only see on celebrity men. A light layer of stubble was the cherry on top. The puny twigs he called arms were now beefy towers of muscles. Michael's jeans became considerably tight now that he was packing an 8 inch cock and a dump truck of a booty.
Michael became a himbo and not just any himbo; he was the spitting image of Lucas Lee from the Scott Pilgrim series. Tony grinned widely at the beautiful masterpiece his concoction had created. That $100 he spent ordering Brotein on that sketchy website had been worth it. His arch nemesis of a customer was now a total smoke show!
"... Dude, what am I doing here?" Michael, or rather, Lucas Lee, looked around at his surroundings in utter confusion. His reduced brain capacity meant he only had room in his head for sports, working out, and sex. Such as the life of a himbo.
" It's your first day at your new job, silly. You work at this cafe where you serve the customer with that sexy body of yours. Don't forget to change into your uniform", Tony handed Lucas a green apron and a black thong.
" Ah yeah. That sounds about right. Guess I need a side hustle while I take a vacation from the Hollywood life." Lucas smirked and got behind the counter.
Business had been booming at Second Cup ever since Lucas began working there. Tons of men lined up everyday for the chance to get a cup of joe poured by the charming himbo. They always tip generously whenever Lucas is at the counter. The store made so much money in tips that all the employees earned a liveable wage. There's a rumor going around that especially lucky customers get to join Lucas in a back room to get a taste of the secret menu. The most popular item in it is his ass.
Tags- Musk, body odor, rimjob, scent kink, ass worship, sweat kink, plotless, Himbo Akitaru Obi, big booty Akitaru, muscle worship
Authors note ( I've had a huge crush on Akitaru ever since the manga first came out. He radiates that kind hearted himbo energy I can't get enough of. He desperately needs more gay fanfic written about him. I'm considering writing a story where Charon brutally dominates him. Feel free to request a story about them.)
"It's great to have you onboard, Y/N! I'll be looking after you from now on."
You were a new member of the company 8 fire Force and feeling really proud of yourself for making it this far. Firefighters had been your role models ever since childhood and now you had finally become. What's more, the captain Akitaru Obi was smoking hot! He was stacked with muscle and had an undercut hairstyle that made him look even more irresistible. Most of all was that he managed to become captain despite not having any pyrokinetic powers. You were in the same boat as him. You had only your muscles and quick wit to rely on.
Dealing with infernals and putting out raging fires everyday was tough work, but Akitaru was always there as your beacon of light. He'd often pat you on the back or rest his arm around your shoulder after a long day of work. A subtle whiff of musk from his sweat would sometimes drift into your nose. A massive boner always springs up afterwards.Ā Akitaru's scent was the strongest of aphrodisiacs. His sweat radiated pure machismo.Ā
It was a late afternoon and there you were in the gym training with Akitaru. Maybe he took a liking to you due to your lack of powers because he always insisted you trained with him whenever you had free time. He even gave you meal plan recommendations for getting the best gains. It was clear that he mostly just loved to show off his ripped muscles. Being the exercise junkie that he is, one fitness machine wasn't enough to keep him occupied. He'd finish up his routine on a treadmill before immediately running to a chest press machine and then a bench press station.
Akitaru's sweaty aroma was quickly filling up the room. His manly pheromones were intoxicating you like a gay pied piper. He had on a snug black tank top that highlighted his glorious man tits and sculpted arms. There was also the tiny sweat shorts that practically looked like underwear due to how much Akitaru's giant ass stretched them out. His ass was something you loved even more than the rest of his body. You were a total ass man and that booty was big enough to stack plates on. You often daydreamed about how much better it'd look with your dick inside it.
When Akitaru stood from his bench press machine to go take a piss, you knew then was your moment to strike. You walked up to the machine and saw a butt shaped sweat mark left on the seat. You could almost swear seeing green stink lines emenating from the leather like in a cartoon. It's now or never.
You got down in a squat with your face pressed into the seat. You take a big inhale. The smell was absolutely decadent. It had a strong manly aroma and stinks the way an ass should. It's not from a lack of hygiene; it's the stench of a man dedicated to working out. If you died today and got to be reborn as anything in the world, you wanted to be Akitaru's most worn pair of underwear. Or maybe his sweaty gym socks. Or maybe-
A dark shadow looming over interrupts your thoughts. You were so caught up daydreaming about your crush you didn't even notice the pair of footsteps approaching. Busted! You quickly turned around to see your captain staring at you with a confused look. Your brain malfunctions. Words get caught in your throat. How could you even begin toĀ explain this situation? ' Hey bro I was just doing a sniff test to see if you wash your ass properly?' Like hell that would fly. You fully expected Akitaru to lose his shit and treat you like the filthy pervert you are. Maybe even fire you from the squad.
Instead, he just grinned.
" You're not exactly subtle, bro. I've been catching you taking peeks at me these past few weeks, especially in the showers. I can tell you have a thing for me. That right?"
You nod meekly.
" Knew it. If you wanna sniff my butt so badly, why not do it directly from the source?"
*******
You laid down on the locker room floor with Akitaru smothering your face with his juicy ass. The sweat from his cheeks slid onto your tongue and down your throat. All you could smell was his delicious musty booty. The ass you dreamed of for several weeks was now finally yours for the taking. You lapped your tongue furiously against his taint, licking up every ounce of his flavor. Loud squelching sounds echoed without end.
It wasn't clear what Akitaru saw you as. Maybe boyfriend material or just a fuckbuddy to have fun with. It didn't really matter. All you cared about was eating that booty. His muscular globes weighted heavily in your sweat smeared face. Akitaru three his head back with a groan of pure bliss as your tongue probed into his anus.
" You're a real pro at this. Maybe I should have your clean my ass out like this instead of washing it in the showers. Bet you'd love that, newbie."
A muffled " Yes sir!" got lost between his cheeks. Forget firefighting. Being Akitaru's personal ass cleaner was your true calling in life.
This has to be one of the craziest hear me out's ever, but I can't hold it in any longer. If Dhruv had more meat on his bones and was r crosseyed, be honestly wouldn't look half bad. Really wish he wasn't instantly killed off cause it would've been cool to explore more of his personality and abilities.
(18+, bottom gay reader, lowkey didn't wanna make it a male reader but this is my life now, introduction to my OC leonardo, gay sex, heart melting smut and fluff, foot fetish ofc, made by gay men for gay men.āļø also shout out to @canonbreak for proofreading)
Your eyes swept over your screen as you looked at your OnlyFans dashboard. You told yourself you weren't the type to spend money on models, but one definitely stood out to you. AlphaAce was a gay pornstar who you had been following closely for the last couple of years. He was Latino with gorgeous tan skin with a hung cock to match. You'd been a loyal follower since your senior year in high school, which was a secret you'd take to the grave.
Years of predictable uploads had trained you to expect the usual. A new set, a new co-star, the same high-end polish. Today however, his newest post stopped you dead in your tracks.
āTo celebrate reaching the top 0.01% of all OnlyFans creators, I will be hosting my first ever āFuck My Fans!ā sweepstakes!Ā One of you lucky ducks is going to have a chance to film an exclusive video with yours truly! No scam, this is just your favorite daddy giving back to everyone who gives so much love and support to me <3ā
You reread the post over and over again, and immediately followed the instructions to apply. You were thinking with your dick instead of your brain as you filled out all the questions. You looked at the confirmation slip that was emailed to you.
Weeks bled into months with no update or confirmation on the event. It felt scummy, even for the porn industry, and youād spent the last few weeks nursing a bitter sort of resentment; you felt like an idiot for thinking that a popular gay pornstar would actually reach out.
You were back in your work office, staring at the stack of papers at your desk and the empty email you needed to write. The hum of the fluorescent lights was the only thing filling the room until the buzz in your pocket broke the rhythm. You pulled your phone out, expecting a spam call or a reminder, but the notification on the lock screen made the floor feel like it had vanished.
AlphaAce: Hey! You won the Fuck my Fans event! Are you available to fly out to LA and have some fun?
The message was quick, it was casual, unprofessional, undeniably written by Ace without proofreading or anything like that. This was 100% legit.
You struggled to reply, your dick was already starting to harden inside of your pants. You felt like a damn mess right now.
AlphaAce: Check your email for the flight info! Iāll take care of your sleeping situation too! You shouldn't have to worry about a thing. šš½
You: Thanks. Still feels a bit surreal. Iāve been following the page for a long time.
AlphaAce: I know ;) I saw your joining date. Youāre an OG. Iām kind of nervous tbh. I usually just work with other pros. Meeting someone real is way better. šš½
AlphaAce: Also, off the clock? Itās Leonardo. Or just Leo. 'Ace' is for the brand, but I hope we can get a little closer if you catch my drift ;)
Eventually, the notifications you received from him stopped being a source of panic and started being a shot of dopamine. You started to lean into it, realizing that behind the massive brand was a guy who actually seemed to be listening.
Leo: So what made you into my biggest fan, huh?Ā
Leo: like
Leo: What about me had you in high school sneaking off to the bathroom to rub one out to me? š
Your heart is hammering. He had actually looked at your join date and did the math. You typed, deleted, and typed again, your thumbs feeling heavy.
You: I just really like your appearance.Ā
Leo: Liar.
Leo: It was my feet, wasnāt it?Ā
Leo: I can see your likes list, kid
Leo: Every time I post a close-up, youāre the first one there.Ā
Leo: I know I have some nice tootsies. š¦¶š½
You stared at the screen, the heat rising from your chest to your ears. There was no hiding it, he had the receipts. Before you could even think of a defense, the three dots appeared, dancing on the screen.
Leo: [Image Attachment]
It was a high-angle shot, clearly taken just seconds ago. He was sitting on the edge of a marble kitchen island, his legs stretched out. The lighting was natural, catching the arch of his foot and the tan lines from his flip-flops.
Leo: Fresh from the press. Just for my favorite fan. š
Leo: You still haven't answered the question.Ā
Leo: Is it the arch? Or the way I move them? š¦¶š½š¦
You were about to type something incoherent when the next notification hit.
Leo: Actually, don't answer yet.Ā
Leo: Save it for LA.
Leo: I want to hear you say it when you're looking at them in person.
ā
Later into the night, you received another message from Leo, and attached to it was a new video.
Leo: [Video Attachment: 0:15]
It was a vertical, shaky-cam video shot in a mirror. Leo was shirtless, his hair messy, looking less like a Greek god and more like a guy who had just woken up. He was brushing his teeth, leaning into the frame with a tired, genuine smile.
"Hey," his voice was a morning rasp, deeper and softer than it ever sounded on his videos. "Just finished a workout. Thinking about that flight tomorrow. Canāt wait to see you in person. Get some sleep, okay? See you at LAX."
He didn't end with a wink or a flex. He just waved, looked slightly embarrassed by his own video, then cut the feed.
ā
The seal of the cabin broke, and the recycled air of the Spirit plane was instantly chased away by the heavy, sunbaked breath of Los Angeles. It was the golden heat that felt thick in the lungs, a tinge of ocean air and asphalt as you got up to deplane.
You had followed the stream of Disney families through the glass walled Labyrinth of Terminal 5, the hoodie that you had worn to your home airport already feeling like an extra layer of skin you needed to shed like yesterday. After three wrong turns and a dizzying descent down a crowded escalator, you saw him. He stuck out like a sore thumb to you.
Leo was leaning against a concrete pillar near the sliding doors. He was wearing a simple dark Navy tee that hung just right, fitted just enough to show the broad line of his shoulders without looking like he bought a size too small. He looked comfortable, anchored in the middle of the airport chaos, and when your eyes caught each, the image of Ace vanished behind a grin that was all warmth.
He opened his arms for you to come into, you did. His body had a clean citrus scent that was from a shower that morning. āCome on, man. Letās get you out of those layers before you melt onto the sidewalk.ā
He led you towards the parking structure, where his car was parked under the harsh white lights. A clean looking silver 2026 Lexus NX, basically a Toyota RAV4 that takes premium gas. It had that heavy prestige grill gleaming like it had just been detailed.
The moment he hit the key fob and the doors unlocked, the illusion of perfection dissolved as you climbed in. You noticed a stray protein shaker in the cup holder and the light dusting of sand on floor mats. It was a high-end machine but it was definitely Leoās.
āSorry about the mess,ā he said, tossing a rogue gym towel into the back seat as the engine roared to life. The A/C began hitting your face with a blessed icy chill. āI didn't have a lot of time to clean it this morning.ā
Leo backed out of the space and sped off. You shared a comfortable silence as the local radio blared La Chona through the speakers.
You kept your head turned, eyes locked on the window. Los Angeles looked like a fever dream in wide-screen. The sky was a breathtaking blue, a sharp contrast to the gray skies back home you left that morning. The car passed by rows of palm trees that helped make the place feel like a giant resort.
Every few feet there was something new. A shop, a splash of neon, a crowded sidewalk cafe where people stood outside for hours for a matcha latte that had an ugly label on it. There was a sense of infinite life out here, a salty promise of the beach tucked somewhere behind the smog and the glitter in the air.
"First time in LA?" Leo asked.
His voice was different than it was on the screen, deeper, but still carrying that smooth, professional edge. He didn't look at you as he spoke; his eyes were hidden behind Ray Ban glasses, focused on the busy traffic of the 405 northbound.
"Yeah," you said. Your voice sounded thin, even to you. "Itās... a lot of trees."
Leo let out a short, dry sound, a grunt of amusement. "Theyāre mostly fakes. Half of them aren't even native. Just here for the aesthetic."
He shifted lanes, the silver Lexus gliding effortlessly between a beat-up sedan and a tourist bus. You gripped the armrest a little tighter. You didn't know this man. You knew how big his dick was, his favorite camera angles, and the sound he made when he was cumming inside a guy that looked kind of like yourselfā¦ but you didn't really know the guy sitting next to you.
"You're remarkably quiet," he noted, his tone neutral. "Most people usually start asking about the house or the videos by now. You like staring at the palm trees?"
"Iām just trying to make sure this is real," You admitted. You risked a glance at him. He looked like one of those guys on Instagram who sold you a $200 course on bodybuilding.Ā
"And.. that you aren't going to drop me off in the middle of the desert and leave me for snake food."
Leo finally cut a look towards your direction, the corner of his mouth twitching upward for a fraction of a second. It wasn't a friendly smile; it was the look of someone who knew exactly how much power he held in the moment.
"The desert is a two-hour drive from here," he said, turning the wheel as we hit the off-ramp toward the hills. "Too much gas. Besides, you're the big winner. Itād be bad for my brand if you went missing on day one."
The joke felt cold, calculated in a way that made your stomach drop.
Leo began driving on an incline, winding through streets that felt less like a neighborhood and more like a private botanical garden. You kept your eyes facing the window, expecting to see another tour bus, or a guy selling maps to Hollywood Boulevard.
āIsn't thatā¦ wait,Ā isn't that the place from that one sitcom?āĀ you asked, pointing at a sprawling white estate tucked behind a wall of perfectly cared for hedges.
Leo just grinned, his hand draped casually over the top of the steering wheel. āProbably. Everything around here has been in a movie at some point.ā
You were busy trying to spot a celebrity through a gate across the street when you felt the car slow down. Leo pulled into a driveway that felt more like a gallery entrance. It was a sharp, aggressive piece of modern architecture. The garage door hummed open, revealing a space so clean it felt like a laboratory.
Leo shifted into park and pressed the ignition button. The dashboard lights dimmed, the AC gave one final puff, leaving you in silence.
You sat there for a second, your hand still on the door handle. ā Wait, are we just stopping for a view or..?ā
Leo unbuckled his seatbelt and reached for his gym bag in the back. He looked over at you, that same, unbothered expression on his face.
āWe're here, dude.ā He said
He didn't wait for a reaction. He just hopped out, leaving you staring at the reflection of Los Angeles. He didn't just know people here. He lived here.
You walked inside, half-expecting it to look like a front page for Architectures Digest, with that perfect resale value, white walls, and plants.
In reality, you almost tripped over a foam roller.
The house itself was incredible, a wide open floor plan with a view of the canyon that probably cost more than anything you could dream of. But the prestige ended with the architecture. Before you stood a massive marble kitchen island, which was now the resting place for about 10 stray Fairlife drinks and those weird blueberry protein sodas Costco sells.
Over in the corner sat a desk and computer setup, the keyboard buried under a stack of unread mail. Over a couple grand invested into the computer, with giant monitors in what is most likely the āediting corner,ā surrounded by a literal knot of tangled thick black cables.
Leo tossed his keys onto a side table that looked like it belonged in a museum, but it was currently holding a half eaten bag of Quest Chips.
āSorry about the.. everything.ā He muttered, waving a hand at the pile of laundry sitting on a designer chair. He didnāt look remotely embarrassed; it was just the state of things. āLupe doesnāt come until tomorrow. Sheās basically the only reason this place hasnāt been reclaimed by the HOA yet.ā
He headed towards the kitchen, his heavy footsteps echoing on the polished concrete. āYou want water or a beer? I think there's some of both in the fridge.ā
Seeing a discarded gym towel draped over a glass railing that overlooked a million dollar view brought him right back to earth. He was a regular guy with a really.. nice landlord it seems.
Leo led you down a hallway that felt more like a galleryā¦ if that gallery were currently being used to store Amazon boxes. He paused at a closed door on the right. Through the crack at the bottom you could see the glow of a professional LED panel.
"Thatās the 'office,'" He said, his voice dropping just a fraction. He didn't elaborate, and he didn't open the door. You knew enough to know that was the money-maker; the room where the lighting was always perfect, the sheets were always crisp, and the version of Leo that the world paid to see lived and breathed. It was probably the only spot in the house without a stray chip bag on the floor.
He stopped at the next door and gave the handle a purposeful turn.
"And this," he said, with a slightly hopeful exhale, "is you."
It was a decent-sized room, and you could tell heād made an effort. The bed was made, the hospital corners weren't perfect, but they were there, and there was a brand-new candle on the nightstand that hadn't been lit yet.
"I moved most of my extra gear out of here so youād have some breathing room," he said, gesturing vaguely toward the wardrobe.
You walked over and tried to hang up your sweater. The closet door resisted at first, then gave way with a muffled thump of something heavy shifting inside. It was packed to the ceiling with "pornstar overflow", extra ring light stands, boxes of supplements, and what looked like a discarded velvet curtain.
A faint, unmistakable scent wafted out, a mix of cedarwood, laundry detergent, and that slightly stale "closed-off room" smell.
"Don't open that too fast or youāll lose a toe," Leo joked from the doorway, leaning against the frame. He looked at the room, then back at you, his eyes searching for a sign that heād done okay. "Itās not the Four Seasons, but the pillows are fluffy. I checked."
You ended up in the room, a perfectly made black bed with nothing but the view of the hollywood hills and a computer behind the 3 cameras.
Leo looked at you, leaning against the frame with that practiced, predatory smirk.
āSo, about that video...ā he started, his voice a low, practiced rumble. āI know youāre a virgin and all, but are you still up for it?ā
The question felt like a lead weight. You felt your heart start to rush, your stomach dropping at the prospect, Leoās kindness to fly you out to Los Angeles and show you who he was behind the videos. You felt like a fraud for even being there.
"I... I'm frankly really scared to do this. I'm actually a virgin, and I just don't think I can film this," You admitted.
You opened an eye, you saw his expression drop but not in disappointment or resentment but relief. Relief washed over his handsome features as if heād been waiting for an excuse to stop acting, his broad shoulders slumping from their rigid posture.
āThen we don't have to. At least, not this time.ā He comforted, moving his hand to rest on your shoulder.
āTell you what, how about.. since you clearly are having doubts..ā You felt your face heat up as he trailed his gaze to the tent you pitched in your pants.Ā
āWe can try some fun tonight with no cameras. You just enjoy yourself here with no pressure. Then later this week, we can see if you wanna film, deal?ā he grinned, holding his free hand for a firm handshake.
You look down at his tattooed hand, then back up at his face, and firmly shook it. His palm was warm and inviting, putting you at ease.
āDeal,ā You whispered.
He took your hand mid-handshake and walked you up the stairs and down the hallway, away from the sterile fuckroom and into a warmer area of the house.
You stumbled into his personal bedroom, your heart raced with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.Ā
It was a spacious room with black accent walls and a gorgeous view of the Beverly Hills sprawl outside. The silhouettes of palm trees marked the deep blue of the night sky. A queen sized bed in the middle of the room. The clean gray sheets fitted onto the mattress, clearly made in order to impress you
Leo looked up at you with a charming smile, his eyes meeting yours.Ā
He guided you to sit on the edge of the bed, āGood, youāre all mine then.ā Leo purred, his voice smooth like velvet. "I'm so glad you won the chance to be with me today.ā
Leo chuckled, it wasnāt that predatory kind youād see when he was fucking a twink on cam, it was relief. He didnāt let go of your hand; instead, he used the grip to pull you into a tight falling hug that resulted in you resting on top of him. His guard was fully down as he leaned close to your neck, his stubble tickling your ear.
āGood,ā He murmured, looking up at you with that smolder that youād seen on camera a thousand timesāexcept this time, it was just for you.
āListen, youāre like.. In the best hands possible,ā He said, his hand coming up to caress your cheek. āIām like.. a sex expert. A Sexpert! Itās what I do and know best. Tonight, I want you to just enjoy yourself and let me handle everything else. Again, no pressure.ā
He broke your gaze, looking behind him and toward the corners of his bedroom. āLook around. Do you see any cameras? This, dude, is just for us, ākay?ā
He waited for that tension in your shoulders to finally melt. When you gave him a small breathless nod, he let out a low hum of approval. He reached out with his other hand, his fingers skimming the hem of your hoodie.
āYou're bundled up like youāre going to the Arctic or something,ā He teased, chuckling as he held eye contact. āLetās just get comfortable, yeah?ā
He moved slowly, deliberately, giving you every second you needed if you wanted to change your mind. His warm hands moved up your torso removing your shirt and hoodie in one motion. The cool air made your skin goosebump under his touch.
āYouāre adorable, kid. So much potential for some macho muscles like these babies.ā He shifted, flexing his bicep in a way where it was obvious he clearly wanted to impress you and you alone. His other hand moved down to your thigh, passing by your impossibly hard bulge.
āIs this how much you like me? You wanna show me more?ā He smiled, looking up at you as you awkwardly started taking off your pants as he requested, including your underwear.
Your dick was out in the open, in front of your biggest porn crush of all time.
Leo chuckled, not in a degrading way, his voice was warm, inviting, and soft. He was looking at his most devoted fanās proof of membership.
āHeh, hung as a horse, just like me,ā He bragged, pulling down his pants to tease that cock youād seen on camera so many times. In real life, with your very own two eyes, it looked like a giant fucking dildo was stuffed in his pants. He was definitely being humble, saying you were as big as him.
He watched your eyes widen at him and smiled. Fueled by your reaction, he rapidly shed the few remaining layers of clothing on him. His legs were decorated with muscles you didnāt even know existed. His thighs looked strong enough to crush a watermelon between them, an idea you kept in the back of your mind for next time. As you saw earlier, his shoulders were broad and his chest huge, his abs peeking from underneath his belly.
He reached out, giving you a hug while you two were now fully exposed for each other, skin to skin. He gave you a possessive squeeze, leaning in until his breath hitched in your ear.
"You have a thing for feet, right, chamaco?ā His right hand trailed down to your thigh. āThere's nothing wrong with that. In fact, I think we can work with that."
You nodded, feeling your cheeks flush hotter. "Yeah, yours are great."
Leo chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound. "Well, how about I give you a little treat then?"
Leo pulled back, his warmth lingered on your skin. He adjusted your position, so you were down at your knees in front of him.
āGet on your knees for me, baby.ā Leo commanded, watching you fall and look up at him.
āYouāre so cute, open up.ā He whispered. He lifted his foot, bringing it closer to your face. The scent of his skin, clean and masculine, filled your nostrils, your dick was twitching and leaking onto the floor.
Ā You leaned in, placing a soft kiss on his big toe, your tongue darting out to taste his skin.
Leo let out a soft groan, his cock twitching in his pants. "Fuck, that's hot. You're a natural, kid."
He guided your head up until your nose was nestled in the soft, pillow hair of his bush. You inhaled deeply, the musky scent of his arousal filling your lungs. Your lips parted and you placed a trail of kisses along his hardening shaft, your tongue flicking out to lap at the leaking precum.
"Ohhh fuck, that's it," Leo grunted, his hips bucking slightly. "Suck my dick, baby. Show me how much you want it."
You hesitated, taking in the sheer size and sight of his cock in your hands. Leo was uncut, his cock was much darker than the rest of him, and his cockhead was a healthy deep shade of pink. His cock was hot in your hands. You needed both to cover his entire length, which heād brag on video about it being 8 inches and thick.
You fianlly took him into your mouth, your lips stretching around his thick girth. He was bigger than you had imagined, his cock pulsing and throbbing against your tongue.
You bobbed your head, taking him deeper with every inch that passed your lips, your throat constricting around his sensitive flesh. His foreskin pulled back, the taste a rich flavor of musk and salty precum.
Leo tangled his fingers in your hair, guiding your movements. "That's it, baby. Take my dick like the good little boy you are. Fuck, your mouth feels incredible."
After several minutes of slurping and sucking, Leo gently pulled you off his spit-slicked shaft. "As much as I love your mouth, I want to taste the rest of you."
He pushed you onto your stomach, his large frame looming over you. His hands slid up between your asscheeks, pulling them apart and keeping them spread with his calloused hands as he leaned in. You felt his hot breath on your moist asshole, and your body shuddered and puckered in anticipation.
"Fuck, you smell amazing," Leo murmured, his voice vibrating against your skin. "I bet you taste even better."
He leaned in, his tongue parting your hole and delving deep inside. You cried out, your ass pushing against his tongue as he ate you out with enthusiasm, his tongue swirling and flicking against your sensitive skin.
"Oh god, Leo!" You moaned, your hands clawing onto the bed sheets, "Don't stop, please don't stop!"
He continued his sensual assault, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Just as you were about to tumble over into ecstasy, he pulled his tongue back, a wicked grin on his face.
"As much as I love eating this sweet hole, I need to be inside you. I need to feel your tight little hole squeezing my dick."
He reached for a bottle of lube, slicking up his thick, 8-inch shaft. He positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock kissing your fluttering hole.
"Tell me if it's too much, okay? I don't want to hurt you," he said softly, his eyes filled with genuine concern.
With a gentle thrust of his hips, he pushed forward, the head of his cock popping inside you. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, your body instinctively clenching around the thick intrusion.
"Oh fuck, you're so tight," Leo grunted, his hips rocking slowly, working more and more of his length inside you. "Fuck, baby, you feel incredible."
He slowly bottomed out, his pelvis pressed against your ass, his heavy balls resting against your taint. He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to the feeling of being so utterly filled.
Then, he started to move, his hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm. His thick cock dragged along your insides, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body. Leo's cock was hitting your prostate, making friends with it, knowing it inside and out.
"Oh god, Leo, yes!" You cried out, your nails digging into the sheets. "Fuck me harder, please!"
He obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding. The room filled with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin, punctuated by your moans and his deep, guttural groans.
"Fuck, I'm getting close," Leo panted, his hips never faltering in their relentless rhythm. "I want to fill this tight little ass with my cum. I want you to feel it dripping out of you for days."
With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he found his release. You could feel the heat of his cum flooding your insides, marking you, claiming you as his own.
He collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. He peppered your face and neck with soft kisses, his hand stroking your hair tenderly.
"That was incredible," he whispered, his voice filled with awe and wonder. "You did so well, chamaco. I'm so proud of you."
He held you close, your bodies entwined, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking. In that moment, you knew that this was an experience you would never forget, a memory you would cherish for the rest of your life.
It was all thanks to Leo, who had taken the time to make your first time special and unforgettable.
The sun was dropping behind the Santa Monica mountains, turning the hazy LA skyline into a bruised purple and gold. Leo handed you a cold Modelo, the glass bottle already sweating in the lingering heat. You two leaned against the glass railing, the type that made you feel like you were floating over the city.
For a long time, neither of you said anything. The hum of the city far below was just a vibration in the air.
"My parents are old-school Mexican Catholic," Leo said suddenly, his voice scraping against the quiet. His eyes resting on the lights of the city, "Burbank. We almost lost the house when I was seventeen. My dad was out of work, and my mom was praying every day, but that didn't bring cash fast enough."
He took a long pull of his beer and let out a dry, sharp laugh.
"I found this gay site. I knew what people wanted. I applied to make a countdown video. 'Barely Legalā shit. It was messed up, I know. Some guy with a 10 incher coming onto me like 2 seconds after I turned 18, but Iām not gonna lie to you, dude, I liked the attention. I came so fucking hard, and I liked the two thousand dollars I made in two hours even more."
He gripped the railing, his knuckles standing out. The "aesthetic" physique you admired earlier suddenly looked like armor heād built to keep the world at bay.
"I gave the money to my mom. Told her Iād been working double shifts at a warehouse. I got addicted to that feeling, being the one who could fix things. I kept doing it. More videos, more money. The house was safe. Everyone was safe because of me."
He finally turned to look at me, his expression unreadable in the shadows.
"Then they found out. They didn't care about the house anymore. They didn't care that Iād saved them. They heard 'gay' and they saw the 'sin' and they kicked me out that same night. I spent three months sleeping in a 2010 Corolla in a North Hollywood parking lot."
He gestured vaguely at the sprawling modern house behind us, the glowing "content room" just visible through the glass.
"Consistency and pure, dumb stubbornness. Thatās how I ended up here. A stroke of luck, maybe. But I never stopped filming. I figured if the world was gonna judge and hate me anyway, I might as well own the view."
He raised his bottle in a silent, lonely toast to the city. "Now Iām here. Living in Beverly Hills because of my dick. Lifeās a trip, man."
Bestie finally locked in and wrote about his oc. Y'all already know how much I love pornstars so reading a story all about one was just perfect. Leo is such a loveable himbo.
I know you donāt post about it much, but what are some of your favorite shaman king pairings? It could be from anything Takei related too.
Hmm I guess my favorite pairing would be Yamato x rune from Ultimo. I thought Yamato was kinda handsome when I read the manga back in middle school and rune was one of the first times I saw a gay character in media. I was rooting for them to get together even tho it's obvious Yamato is only into girls. Orgullo x gege is also a fun crackship
For shaman king, I ship lyserg with any of the main cast since he's just so adorable and I love him.
Tags- Thicc Omniman, top reader, reader has a big dick, powerbottom Omniman, superpower sex.
( Authors note- Nolan desperately needs more x male reader stories written about him so here you go. I made him the dummy thick power bottom he was born to be. Hope you enjoy.)
You were a new hero on the block and word was traveling fast about you. Fighting enemies head on wasn't exactly your forte, so you used your powers to support other heroes. Your powers let your form barriers, heal people, and even enchance the abilities of others. This made you a godsend for any hero finding themselves on the losing side of a battle. What most people didn't know was that you power came with a very special activation fee.Ā
Omniman heard the rumors circulating around the male heroes. There was a new hero who was sleeping around with many of the men and was a common topic of gossip. Apparently your powers were fueled by sex. Any guy you slept with received a dramatic increase in power. Combined with your rumored nine-inch dick, this made you a hot commodity among the others. For Omniman especially. He needed you. You were his key to maintaining his self-declared role as the strongest hero. Obsession soon clouded his mind. He was gonna claim you no matter what it took.
" Is this Y/N? This is Omniman."
The text came out of the blue one day on a spring Saturday morning. You didn't believe it at first. There's no way that Omniman of all people would contact you. He was the top dog among the heroes while you were mostly in the background.
" How did you get my number? And stop pretending to be Omniman. Ain't no way you're him." You texted back.
" This is why I hate texting. It never feels like a real conversation. Give me a second."
The other side went silent for a while until a notification for a video call request popped up on screen. If this guy was a fake, then doing a video call didn't make any sense. Could it actually be him?
You accepted the call and was immediately greeted with an extremely handsome face.
" Omniman!?" You screamed at your phone.
" The one and only! You've been making one hell of a name for yourself. A lot of guys are gossiping about your amazing dick that can make them twice as powerful. I convinced them to give me your contact info so I can test out the rumors myself. I have to say, you've REALLY been keeping yourself busy despite being new to the job. I think there's whores on the streets with lower body counts than you."
An embarrassing warmth filled your cheeks. It was impossible to deny how extremely promiscuous you've been since awakening your powers. You had dozens of different dudes in speed dial for a dick appointment at any given time. You smiled sheepishly at your phone.
" Can you really blame me? A power like this needs to be put to good use and there's so many sexy men to choose from. It's like killing two birds with one stone."
" Exactly my point. We're all men at the end of the day and we have our sexual needs. Your ability reaffirms that. It lets you sling your dick whenever and wherever. I need someone like you by my side. I'm already powerful now, but imagine the heights I could soar to with your ability. Besides, you must craving for the chance to dig into my legendary ass."
Omniman had a point. His ass was so iconic it had its own section on his Wikipedia page. Newsreporters never missed the opportunity to zoom in on his but whenever he appeared on camera. It didn't take long for social media to make memes of this " Thicc Omniman" that him squatting down with his giant butt facing the viewer. Gay men don't mess around when it comes to their love of booty.Ā
" I'm guessing you've already seen the memes about you." You said.
" I have. I don't quite get your generation's sense of humor, but I'm flattered regardless. Sometimes I think being this thick might be its own superpower. How about I come pick you up and fly you to my house? I'm hungry to see what you're packing down there."
" Sure! I'm ready whenever you are." You gave Omniman the meetup location and he quickly snatched you away before any civilians noticed. Soaring through the sky while he held you in his muscular arms was an experience you'd never forget. He quickly took you to his bedroom where he began stripping down. Now the world's most iconic ass was completely exposed. He was somehow even thicker in person. Each ass cheek was almost the size of a watermelon with the softness of a marshmallow. It was the best booty the world has ever ever seen and you had the honor of clapping it.
" Care to do the honors?" He handed you a bottle of lavender body oil with a devious grin. Excitement swirled through your body as you poured the oil into your hands and massaged Nolan's fat cheeks. The slim was so soft and voluptuous it was almost like playing with jello. The butt now had a magnificent shine to make it even more alluring.
You rammed your large dick into his juicy ass and gripped his wide hips. His warm interior welcomed you with a tight embrace. Nolan had a strong viper grip on your dick. Each thrust into him caused the cheeks to emit a seismic clap that shook the room. You drilled into Nolan with all your strength while your pheromones worked their magic. He groaned loudly and demanded to give him more of that amazingĀ dick. He was completely intoxicated by your touch.
A confident grin spawned on your face. You craved this moment more than anything. The moment when these manly men lose their senses and become your little playthings. You loved having these heroes addicted to you. Once their brains were loaded up with dopamine and endorphins, there was no going back. Sex with you was the single most pleasurable experience in their lives. It's why your phone constantly buzzed with texts from dozens of men begging for more. They even offered up huge amounts of cash and expensive gifts just for the chance to be with you again. Your dick was a drug to them and you were the only dealer.
Nolan roared with primal desire once the dick shot past his rectum and into the gspot. His ass began sweating from the non-stop clapping, causing a faint manly odor to enter your nostrils.
" So this is what your ass smells like. Smells exactly how a man should." He took a deep inhale while slapping both his cheeks. Normally you liked to leave bright red handprints on your partners, but Nolan's ass was unfortunately too durable for that.Ā
You kept pounding into him like a jackhammer. His booty clapped and vibrated all over you. With both of you having superhuman stamina, sex went on for hours without end. The bed was soaked with sweat and precum, but y'all didn't care. There was a fatass alien that needed his hole destroyed and you were the only man for the job. Even when you did orgasm, Nolan pulled you back in for more. You two switched between so many positions you practically recreated the Kamasutra.
Several hours later after getting your sexual energies in sync, you both orgasmed together in huge thick ropes. It was the middle of the night and exhaustion had taken you over. You laid next to Nolan as the sweet escape of sleep came rushing in. He truly was the number one hero. No one could handle your dick like he could. He was the only one who truly matched your sexual appetite. You two are a match made in heaven.
I wanna do a JJK roleplay that's based on the culling games. In this version of the story, big booty sorcerers are hunted down to be raped due to the massive amounts of cursed energy stored in their ass. Several evil sorcerers have gathered to created the Booty culling games, where the sorcerers who fuck the most big booty men will obtain ultimate power. Players will clap cheeks by any means necessary, including violence and rape. My character Amari is one of the bottoms taking part in the tournament. He has the largest ass out of any current sorcerers and his cursed technique allows him to greatly enhance the abilities of any man he sleeps with, as well as healing them and creating supportive barriers.
This of course makes him a highly sought after support team member. The evil sorcerers all want to claim Amari so that they can be the strongest. Amari wishes to bring an end to the tournament and stop all the rapes.
Looking for someone to play a top character who can be Amari's protective boyfriend and help him in stopping the booty culling games. All characters are over 18. The story will be mainly focused on the smut and fight scenes. Please be literate and send active replies.
Kinks- public sex, orgies, super huge ass, twerking, musk, ass worship, piss, feet, farts.
I've really been into x male reader stories lately, especially for fandoms where I'm only interested in a small handful of guys. There are so many men who desperately need x male stories written about them since most reader stories are unfortunately catered to women. These are the men you can expect me to write about in the future.
Nekomaru Nidai ( I kinda wanna write a power bottom story for him since literally no one else has done it for him. I know he has a monster cock and all but I wanna see him get his back blown out.
Jason Duval ( Another guy I wanna turn into a big booty bottom)
Akitaru Obi
Miguel O'Hara ( Especially a yandere version of him)
Flambae ( Haven't played Dispatch and probably never will, but this guy is so hot and radiates toxic boyfriend energy.
Endeavor ( Massive potential for being an abusive toxic yandere. Such a dreamboat š)
Jinichi Zenin ( I've written about him before, but I can't get enough of him. He's just so manly and rugged. Plan on writing a fluff drabble about him soonish)
Omni man ( There's such a drought of gay Omniman stories I wanna cry. Currently working on a power bottom Omniman smut so keep your eyes peeled.
Gentle Criminal ( I headcanon him as having the biggest ass in the series so he most definitely will be a slutty bottom. Might even give him a boy pussy too.)
Aoi Todo ( This one is more of a maybe. He's hot but I can't really think of any stories for him. Might do an au where he's a baseball player or a wrestler.)
Antishippers having bad manners as per usual. That Steve harem story I wrote was EXTREMELY tame compared to other raceplay stories and my other stories in general. Y'all need to learn how not to throw shade at people who enjoy content you don't like. Go worry about real world racists instead of fictional characters. I'm black and gay AF so don't even try me.
Characters- Black panther, Sam wilson, Nick Fury, Blade, Captain America.
Dedicated to anon. Hope you enjoy.
Steve couldn't believe his luck when he got assigned on a mission with a bunch of hot black guys. They were black panther, Blade, Sam Wilson, and Nick Fury. All of them were super muscular and radiated an air of masculinity that had Steve obsessed. Steve has crushes on them for the longest and daydreamed about them almost everyday. The mission would have them travel to a wooded area where a cabin waited for them to rest in. Steve made sure to pack his sexiest pair of underwear and eos vanilla body wash so that he could be extra delicious for his crushes. The truth was that he has a special preference for black men. He saw them as so much better than other men due to their beautiful brown skin and irresistible charisma. It's why he typically slept with black guys whenever he had the chance.
What Steve didn't know was that those guys had a crush on him right back. Blade and the others liked to get together to talk about how much they all loved Steve and his giant booty. It was pretty much like fanclub. It was common knowledge that Steve is a big booty slut who was always letting tons of dudes fuck him every single day. All the other heroes gossiped both about his huge body count and even bigger ass. The black heroes couldn't resist the allure of such a thick boys count walking among them.
" I can't believe this is actually happening." Black Panther said. " I've been dreaming about fucking Steve for ages and now it's finally coming to fruition." He was packing up for the mission and was just about ready to leave. The other members of the fanclub were there with him doing the same.
Blade nodded his head. " I feel the same way. The white boy is always walking all over the place showing off that delicious ass, practically taunting us to fuck him senseless. Can't wait to make him cream on this dick.
" Y'all better wait your turn cause I got first dibs on him. He's gonna be screaming my name all day." Sam wilson chuckled.
" I doubt that. If Steve has any taste, he'll bow down to his Wakanda superior and worship me as his King." Black Panther chimed in.
Nick Fury chuckled at seeing the grown men brag about who Steve would love more. " It's nice to see everyone be so excited to tear his hole up. I can already tell this will be a mission for the history books."
Once everyone got ready, they got into a helicopter to head towards the destination. There was a large cabin lodge set right next to a big beautiful lake with glistening water. The guys entered the cabin and set all there stuff down.
" Hey guys, I'm going on a jog real quick. I really wanna soak in the beauty of this place." Steve said before rushing out the door. Blade looked out the window and waited until Steve was completely out of sight before he made his move. He entered the man's room and began rummaging around. He opened up a drawer to find Steve's underwear. Blade slowly caressed the soft fabric before rubbing it against his face. Knowing that Steve's perfect ass graced the underwear brought a lot of excitement between his legs. The clothes had a sweet vanilla scent to them as if they came fresh out the dryer.
" Wow, and I thought I was a pervert." Sam Wilson stepped inside the room to catch Blade in the act. He picked up a pair of undies to play with them in his hands. " I should steal a pair of these so I can have a memento of that white bitch in my room."
Blade laughed. " It's like you're reading my mind."
The two continued searching the room to see what they could find. They were so obsessed with Steve that every one of his belongings was like a sacred treasure. Nick and Black Panther eventually joined in the fun. While they were searching, Nick accidentally knocked over a blue journal that was kept on the nightstand. He opened it up and his eye wided when he saw what it read.
" I was in the gym today and bumped into Tchalla. He had on a tight compression shirt that hugged his muscular frame perfectly. It really highlighted his toned abs and pecs. I couldn't held stealing glances at him while we ran in the treadmills. I could see his huge bulge bounce around in those tiny shorts. I can only imagine how amazing it would feel inside me. Ugh, I can't get over how sexy all these black men are. Do they know they're gods walking among men? I need one inside me so bad."
All four men were stunned by what they read. Steve had a crush on them the entire time! This was gonna make things so much easier.
Steve eventually came back from his jog covered in a light layer of sweat. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom to wipe himself down when he noticed that the others were standing outside his bedroom staring at him.
" Hey guys. What's going on?" Steve asked.
Nick Fury raised up a journal that was opened up to the latest entry. It described how excited how excitee Steve was to be going on a mission with his idols. He rambled on about how much fun he hoped to have. A bright red blush grew on Steve'a handsome face.
".... Ugh I can explain! That was... Just some creative writing exercise I did to relieve stress and-"
" We don't need your excuses. We know how you truly feel about us. You wanna get that fat ass fucked by all of us." Sam interjected.
" Can you blame me? All of you guys are total smoke shows."
Blade nodded. " You're pretty attractive yourself. Everyone is always talking about what an amazing ass you have so now it's time we verify those rumors. Twerk for us right now."
Steve joined the men in the bedroom and got straight to business. He slowly removed his clothing as if he was giving the men a strip show. His tight clothing was discarded to reveal his naked figure. His pecs perked forward and his fat ass jiggled with every movement. Steve brought out a bottle of baby oil from his drawer and began rubbing it into his luxurious skin. His body shined with a brilliant luster.
Steve turned around and began shaking his big booty like the slut that he is. He twerked his ass with professional talent like he was a dancer in a music video. His butt clapped loudly the entire time. The men watched every movement of the ass cheeks as they vibrated the air. Tension rose in their bulges, filling them with excitement. The ass they all dreamed about was right there dancing in front of them. Each sway and clap of the cheeks had their minds on cloud nine. Steve dropped his ass real low before jumping up with exaggerated motions.
Blade stepped forward to slap Steve harshly across his butt. The Blondie winced in pain, but didn't stop twerking. Blade kept on slapping away at the butt until it was a bright shade of red. The others joined in the fun to leave red handprints on the delicious booty. They then ordered him to crawl on the bed and point his ass at them. Blade grabbed the oil bottle to smear it inside Steve's hole and got it properly moist.
One finger was stuffed inside the hole, followed by two, three, until the entire fisr was slowly snaking inside. Steve buried his head into a pillow to stop himself from a screaming out. Blade's fist was huge; seriously big. It was a different experience from having a dick stuffed inside him. This appendage took up all the space his ass had to offer. Blade playfully opened up his hand to torture the anus even more. He was a little more than wrist deep inside Steve now. The inside of his ass was so warm and inviting, just like he imagined it would be. It brought Blade much comfort to think about all the different dicks that must've been welcomed by the same heat.
" It's so obvious why all of us are obsessed with you. This ass truly is something else." He said.
The other heroes took their turns stuffing Steve with their fists and dicks. They had to tag team Steve to get the job done. The first round had Blade fucking Steve's ass while Steve sucked off Tchalla. Next round had Nick going to town on the ass while Steve slurped on Sam. Even Steve had trouble keeping up with the sex drive of these four incredible men. Once one guy orgasmed, there was someone else to immediately take his spot. They fucked for hours. Daylight turned into darkness by the time they finally finished up. Steve was utterly sore and his body was coated with sweat and semen. All that fucking has seriously worn him out. This was definitely a day he'd never forget. He got to have an orgy when the men he admired the most and now he was sure this would become a common occurrence for them.
I just saw a post on the x reader tag complaining about smut writers and I just have to go off on a little rant.
That poster complains that if you can only read or write smut then you have a porn addiction which is an absurd and hyperbolic claim to make in itself but the vitriol that people have for those who have actual porn addictions is sad. Porn addiction is addiction. Addiction affects peopleās life to the point where it is detrimental to that individualās life to the point where itās hardly functional. There are people with actual addictions struggling with that shit. Writing and reading smut on motherfucking tumblr.com isnāt a fucking addiction. No oneās hurting anyone. Not even you annoying fuckers who read posts that clearly arenāt meant for you.
People like this make it hard for writers on tumblr to write anything because purity culture and the morality police wants to dictate what people write as if the smut genre isnāt a whole industry in itself (literal smut novelists out there making money off this shit). Donāt fucking come into a smut tag if you are going to complain about smut, donāt complain about smut when a post boldly specifies smut and has all its warning. Itās so fucking weird to complain about something you do not wish to see only to voluntarily expose yourself to it. Itās giving miserable and i hope you find happiness.
I write what I want and I am a horny ass bitch and I donāt have to be ashamed of it because women can have agency over their own sexuality, on their own terms. Feel free to block me if you canāt handle that.
Preach. I keep seeing posts on this app where people whine about how there's too much smut and saying there's a fluff scarcity. Bitch what? Be so fucking serious right now. The fluff fics you love so much didn't go anywhere. There's hundreds of them waiting for you. It's just so annoying how smut writers are always catching strays just because what we write isn't "sophisticated" or "meaningful" enough. Not every fanfic needs to have 100 chapters of complex lore and world building with slowburn angst and fluff. A lot of y'all just want us to write a whole novel for free. I've been noticing this attitude a lot in the jjk fandom lately, as if smut writers don't give the characters more love than Gege ever did. You puritans need to stay in your lane.
Anyone else like to imagine Gentle Criminal from MHA being intersex with a dump truck booty cause I swear it should actually canon. I wanna see his front and back bussy get creamed. I love that man so much and want him to be the hoe he's meant to be.
I logged into Wattpad for the first time in ages only to discover that most of my stories got deleted due to having smut in them. 3 stories are left remaining despite also having sex. I'm so done with that bum ass app. This is what happens when you let purity culture and censorship run wild. The place is filled with shitty romance novels and slop anyway. I'm sticking with Tumblr and Ao3 where all the good fanfics are.
Hello, your story request is officially done and will be uploaded tomorrow!
And you will be tagged of course...
Sorry it took awhile, I was busy with some other things but I'm excited for you to finally read it because I worked really hard on it.
Omg I can't wait to read it! I've really been looking forward to it since it's based on my hyper fixation. I'm gonna leave a nice review in the comments.
Hi! I really love your fic of Jinichi x Male Reader, and I hope you write more about it with other Zenin like Naoya or Naobito or Ranta š„ŗšš
I'm glad you enjoyed it since it was really fun to work on. I plan on writing a sequel that focuses more on the relationship dynamic of Jinichi softening up on the reader. Might include Naobito in the mix since he's a sexy old man. Maybe even throw in Maki's dad just for fun.
Tags- Thick reader, reader has a huge ass, slutty reader, musk/body odor, rough sex, Jinichi with a big dick, Jinichi hates bathing, situationship.
Author's Note- Well dudes, its finally here. The long awaited Jinichi Zenin story! I've been in love with this man ever since the anime version of him released. Studio Mappa truly gave him an immaculate glow-up and now he's a bara king. Hope you guys enjoy the story. I also made Jinichi musty AF cause you can't tell me he's the type of guy who cares if he goes a day or two without bathing.
You came from a humble clan of little renown. The sorcerers in your family were powerful in their own right, but often eclipsed by the modern legends of Jujutsu society. You stood out from the others thanks to two important details. You had a cursed technique that allowed you to enhance the properties of other people and objects. For example, you could make any weapon you held several times more durable or long. You can also greatly increase the potency of other sorcerer's cursed energy. This made you an invaluable support type sorcerer during battles. For whatever reason, your powers are most effective when you're having sex. Maybe the act of getting your cheeks clapped lets you more directly infuse your cursed energy into your partner or whatever. This worked in your favor since you had the type of body that made finding a fuck-buddy a cake walk.
Simply calling you thick would be a huge understatement. You had the kind of ass that filled most women with envy. It stretched the fabric of any pair of pants your wore and caught the eye of any man you walked past by. Getting dicked down by by random men everyday was easily your favorite pass time. It's why you didn't mind sleeping with other male sorcerers before battle to give them the boost they needed. News of your unique ability spread far enough into Jujutsu society that even the major clans took notice of you. The Zenin clan in particular took a keen interest. To you utter shock, they wanted you to serve their clan as a royal concubine.
Shit was getting real. You weren't going to be community bussy anymore. You were about to serve one of the most esteemed sorcerer clans of all time doing what you loved most. On top of that, your family would receive extremely generous payments as compensation for selling you off. It was a win win! You always felt a tad insecure compared to the other sorcerers who were practically living legends. Your ability was only useful for helping others get stronger and getting their rocks off. It was finally your time to be someone important.
Jinichi Zenin was the man you were assigned to on your first day as the clan's whore. He was curious about how your ability worked so he figured he'd be the first one to give your bussy a test drive. Truthfully, he was adamant about claiming you so he could boost his power and increase his ranking within the family. He was so tired of Naoya always running his mouth and acting like a big shot. He was gonna put that bastard in his place while getting laid at the same time. Killing two birds with one stone as they say. Upon entering his room, you were hit with a strong wave of musty odor. It seriously smelt like feet and ass in there. Dirty laundry was lazily thrown all over the place. It was clear he wasn't big on hygiene.
It was always the rugged looking dudes that layed the best pipe. You learn this from experience. You didn't mind this too much since his smelly odor added to his manly charm.
Ā Jinichi tossed his robe to the side, revealing his gargantuan body.
Dude was six foot tower of muscle and literal big dick energy. He spent his entire life sculpting his body into being the textbook definition of manliness. Between his legs was a mammoth sized monster that looked big enough to be used as a weapon.
An audible gulp. Two of them in fact.
" You scared? Or maybe, impressed?" There was a mocking tone in Jinichi's question. He seemed to pride himself on his Adonis body.
" A little of both, actually." You replied. " I've been with tons of different guys before, but none of them were ever this big. That dick looks big enough to split me in half."
" You aren't the first guy to tell me that. You better have what it takes to handle me cause I don't wanna deal with you crying for mercy while I'm trying to bust a nut. Understood?"
" Yes sir!"
Jinichi's commanding voice sent chills down your spine. It was like he radiated power from every on his body. You stripped naked before smearing your anal walls with pinacolada lube. It was your favorite brand which you used whenever you went on sex marathons or had a particular large dick to deal with. You were then face down ass up on the bed waiting to get the fucking of a lifetime. Jinichi was impressed by what he saw so he took a picture of your ass to add to the gallery on his previous conquests.
He didn't provide any warning before shoving his entire length inside. He fucked you the same way he fought cursed spirits; brutally and without mercy. He dug so deeply inside you it felt like your guys were being rearranged. Each thrust against your fat cheeks created a thunderous clap that echoed throughout the halls.Ā
You screamed, you cried, you laughed.
That dick was on some next level shit. It has you feeling like a virgin again with how he was tearing up your walls. You clung to the bedsheets for dear life while throwing your ass back in his massive rod. Loud and sensual moans escapes your mouth with each second. Jinichi pressed on with his brutal thrusts while slapping your cheeks hard enough to leave bright red handprints. He then pulled you by your hair to growl in your ear.
" Take that dick, bitch. That bussy is gonna get destroyed." His breath was hot and his time was feral. Jinichi wasn't just a fuck-buddy. He fucking owned you.
Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, he somehow increased his thrusting speed to fuck you with machine gun volley dick strokes. This was way too much. The dick made you pass out for a minute before Jinichi angrily slapped you awake. The remainder of the night was a total blur since you kept fading in and out of consciousness. The last thing you remember before going to sleep was being flooded with Jinichi's semen.
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You woke up the next morning feeling sore as hell. Jinichi really tore you a new one with how he was dicking down your organs. You swore you could almost taste his dick in the back of your mouth, that's how deep he was. Speaking of Jinichi, he was slumbering right next to you in his bed. Apparently he went through the trouble of cleaning you up a bit and tucking you in after fucking you unconscious multiple times. His aftercare skills could use some work but at least it was a start.Ā
" So how was it? The best you ever had I'm guessing." Jinichi asked once he eventually woke up and threw on his kimono. It seemed that he didn't plan on showering despite all the bodily fluids you two exchanged last night. Musty men really do fuck the best.
" Heh heh, yeah pretty much. I feel like I can barely walk now. I'm willing to bet you have the best dick in the entire clan."
" Damn right I do. Stay by my side and I'll become the strongest in the clan too. Rest today cause tomorrow it's back to business. That ass is gonna get pulverized. Understood?"
" Of course. This bussy is all yours."Ā
Life with Jinichi didn't seem so bad. Sure he was incredibly gruff and rough with his words, but that was to be expected of a Zenin man. They weren't the sensitive type by any means. You kinda respected how he was so brutally honest.Ā
You washed up and and joined Jinichi in the dining hall to have a heartfelt breakfast.
It's time to lock tf in. I've been working on a Jinichi Zenin x male reader story for a while but I've been procrastinating like crazy. My neuro-divergent ass can't stay focused for anything. Once I get home, I'm going on a long writing sprint until I hopefully finish it. Gotta show my fictional boyfriend some love.
