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[bohemianaftersunset]

Usually, Robert did his best to ignore him - shoving his headphones in or giving a polite, sterile reply before slinking out early. Sometimes he even skipped the gym showers entirely, opting to ride home as a sweaty, uncomfortable mess on the bus or apologizing to his Uber driver. Facing the terrible plumbing of his own apartment felt like the safer bet, because staying this close to Chad felt entirely too much like playing with matches.

But tonight, Chad wasn't letting him fade into the background and after the psychological warfare in the cafeteria this morning, Robert wasn’t in the mood to run away either. Straightening up from the cable machine, Chad took two steps forward and climbed right onto the empty treadmill directly next to Robert's.

Chad started hitting the buttons on his machine, the rubber belt ramping up beneath his feet. "Five-minute sprint challenge. Right fucking now. Let’s go. Highest distance wins.” Chad started to jog, his pace already faster than Robert's. “If I win, you use your fancy executive powers to restock the breakroom with premium coffee for the next month. You know, the dark roast I like. Not that shit they usually give us."

The mention of Robert’s knowledge of his favorite coffee was a subtle nudge that had Robert rolling his eyes but the competitive spark already caught in his chest. He was tired of playing defense, tired of ignoring the constant challenges and honestly, he was tired of the smug look Chad would give him at the gym next time if he backed down now. This was their baseline - the sharp, easy banter where they actually made sense.

Robert reached out to hit his own speed increase. "And if I win?”

Chad smirked, his eyes cutting sideways as Robert set the timer on his own console. “You won’t.”

Robert let out a breathless, genuine laugh. “You're on."

For five minutes, it was pure, exhausting noise - the slap of their sneakers, the rush of air in their lungs and the heavy awareness of each other’s bodies pushing to the limit side by side. Chad didn't keep quiet either, throwing out casual insults every time Robert checked the distance.

"Is that all you got, bitch? My grandmother walks faster to the buffet, Bob-bob!"

When the timers finally beeped, Robert collapsed forward, hands gripping the console, his chest heaving as he stared at the screens.

Chad had beaten him by two-hundredths of a mile.

"Unbelievable," Robert groaned, his throat raw and burning. "You cheated. You’ve got a ridiculous stride length,"

"I have superior lung capacity and better genetics. It’s fucking science," Chad panted, though he looked thoroughly satisfied, his chest heaving as he offered a smug, sweaty high-five in the space between their machines.

Robert swung his arm to smack Chad's hand away, but in his utterly exhausted state, his coordination betrayed him. His hand lingered for a half-second too long, his palm pressing flat against Chad’s broad, calloused hand.

Their skin was slick, hot, and instantly electric. The playful, competitive illusion fractured for a split second, the latent heat of Chad's element humming right against the sensitive pulse point of Robert's inner wrist.

Robert pulled his hand back quickly, clearing his throat. "Yeah, yeah. Enjoy your favorite coffee. I'm going to go abuse the showers. The water pressure in my building is-”

“An insult to humanity. Yeah, everyone knows," Chad finished smoothly, his eyes tracing the line of sweat dripping down Robert's neck. He bit his lip, throwing Robert a sharp wink as the smaller man stepped off the treadmill. “Take your time,"

Robert's heart skipped a beat - and it wasn't from the cardio.

~excerpt from Waiting on You ~ Book 2 ~ Part XV. Melting Point

Lazy hangover morning = perfect for sitting around to fuckin finish this one ✌🏼

You can see how lame my ‘gym’ background truly is 😂 just lots of blobs and some fuckin Gaussian blur 🤷🏼 Also I very briefly looked up drawing sweat drops but didn’t linger so I’ll need to try that shit again another time. Whatever, here’s a few partin’ shots.

[taosdungeon]

Big soft 'n warm

[kisseism]

princess who keeps mewling to her knight about how "it's so much better when you do it" and "it's not the same" until he gets frustrated enough to pull her onto his lap, hike up her skirts and finger her. except that's him being cruel because what she really wants is his cock :/

[luckieangel]

you sleeping on your tummy, one leg stretched out and one knee bent close to you. and your boyfriend arrives, cock hard and aching for you. he presses his bulge to your ass and rubs it against you, groaning as he does so. inhaling the scent of your shampoo. rubs your pussy through your panties before he pulls his cock out. he moves your cute undies to the side and fills you up with him :( and you begin to wake up and you’re so needy. so unbelievably needy for him

[quarterlifekitty]

Nikolai who asks you for a portal pussy for the most unselfish reason

He’s not particularly into the idea— what fun is filling you with his cock when he can’t fold you under him, when he can’t hear your pretty noises? No, he doesn’t fuck it for stress relief or anything. He’d rather wait to have you in your entirety.

But he is using it to manage your sleep schedule.

He knows you lapse a little when he’s away— you get caught up in all your little tasks and amusements and projects, and end up staying awake far too late.

And nothing knocks you out like a good orgasm.

So he’s got an alarm set, modified for time zone differences, and that’s when he knows it’s bed time for his pchelka. That’s when he brings out your portal pussy from the little thumbprint-locked case he keeps it in, and slowly starts to caress and play with you. That’s your warning— best clean up your things and get ready for bed, darling.

Sometimes he doesn’t even get hard from it. That’s how much this is for your benefit. He uses his fingers and tongue great effect, coaxing those sticky, lewd sounds— but not enough to truly excite him. He needs you for that. The whole package of shaking thighs and pitchy mewling and clutching hands.

He makes you cum two or three times, enough for your sex to be swollen and glistening, for your hole to tremble and squeeze like it wants to milk his fingers. Enough to send you straight to dreamland.

[verytyphoonfun]

Giving sheltered farmboy!Clark his first pussy portal would make him nearly faint.

He’d nearly dropped it when you gave it to him for your one year anniversary, shocked you’d just hand it over dinner like it was a card instead of… well… that. Clark wouldn’t get the appeal. The entirety of you was much better than just your pussy. Clark liked seeing your face twisted in pleasure, watching your breasts bounce with each thrust. But one day, when you’ve gone home to family across the country for the week, he break. He couldn’t get enough time off work to go with, so he mopes around the bullpen and pouts into your pillow at night. By the fourth night he’s desperate. Clark roots through your nightstand for the little disc. It’s smooth plastic, with a twist off lid too similar to a pill bottle’s. You even had it customized with the exact blue of his Superman suit.

Clark guiltily opens the top. He half expects and hopes there’ll be nothing inside; you have to wear the panties to activate it. You probably wouldn’t risk it around your family. But instead of a blank nothingness, your pussy is inside. It’s just as he remembers, all plump folds and your pretty skin and clit. He can even smell you. Clark feels dizzy at how quickly his blood rushes down.

“Gosh…” Clark whispers. He rubs a hand down his face. He shouldn’t. This is the epitome of objectifying women, his woman, his pretty girl. He couldn’t. Clark was a gentleman. He had to respect you.

But, you’d gifted this to him. You wanted him to fuck you, to use you. You were even wearing the panties. In fact, if he didn’t use it, you’d be sad and unsatisfied. With a little groan, Clark brings it up to his mouth.

A thousand miles away, you’re out shopping at your hometown mall. You’d needed time alone from your family, and had to buy more panties. For once you’d forgotten to pack more panties and now you were wearing the pussy portal panties while you scurried around.

Suddenly, you felt a soft wetness. You have to stifle back a moan as it licks, from your now-twitching hole up to your sensitive clit.

“He’s using it-“ You think dazedly, stumbling to the nearest bathroom. Clark loses his shyness, quickly increasing his speed and firmness. His tongue swirls around your iclit just enough to make your legs weak. You make it inside just in time, just as Clark’s tongue pushes your folds apart and slips inside your hole.

You have to bite your hand as Clark’s tongue assaults your unsuspecting pussy. He’s too good, wet tongue fucking you open and lips smacking against your folds. A cross-continental kiss that has you leaning against the wall. You can even feel his nose nudging close to your clit, and his fingers slipping in. Your orgasm crests, and you sob into your hand at the force of it, at how dirty it feels to come inside a mall bathroom a thousand miles away.

Clark withdraws, and you think he’s done. But just as soon as you shakily stand, you feel him probe it gently with the blunt tip of his cock. A gasp rips from your throat as Clark pushes in. Your hole tighten, but Clark gently rubs at your clit. Slick dribbles out, just enough to guide his entry.

As Clark bottoms out, you twitch, falling on top of the toilet seat. He’s squirting precum, nudging your cervix with each twitch. Then Clark begins to thrust, hard and firm. A strangled moan escapes your throat before you can catch it. Four days without him, without sex, had made you tighten up. He felt even bigger and wider, the satisfying burn clouding your vision. Each thrust rubs perfectly against your walls, his thumb pressing onto your clit in perfect circles. You can feel every vein. It’s almost too much. The idea of Clark using you like a fucktoy, chasing his own pleasure… your cunt slicks up even more, squirting little bits of slick.

Your hand drifts down to your lower stomach, feeling the small curve of his cock through your belly. He was right there, yet you couldn’t hear him. You had to focus on just his cock, slamming into you again and again. Your walls flutter desperately as your orgasm comes rushing over you, gripping him tightly. You can almost hear Clark’s whimper as he comes. His cock jumps once more, and suddenly you’re flooded with his hot cum, each pulse sending more and more. The pressure, the twitching, everything has your sense going haywire.

He stays inside, letting himself grow soft. Your hands fumble for your phone.

“Hi baby.” Clark pants into his phone, the portal pussy still snug around him.

“I’m at the mall, you caveman.” You mumble tiredly.

Clark yanks himself out. “Oh god-“

“Stay on the line. I gotta clean myself up and get home, and then we can keep going.”

[breedbreedbreed2]

Portal pussy scenarios I feel always focus on sex from afar, which is good, but imaging the alternative.

The sub being given the fleshlight that leads to their own pussy, and being instructed to jerk the dom off with it. Having the kneel in front of them, pushing the "toy" down onto their cock, while feeling themselves be penetrated for every inch they bring the sleeve down.

At some point they would stop stroking, just wanting to swing their hips, so needy. But that wouldn't do anything. The only way they could continue getting off would be to continue the vaginal handjob they were giving their master.

This would even allow for never before possible possitions, like when the dom is about to cum they have the sub start sucking the balls, to make sure the biggest and creamiest load can be shot into their cunt.

And at the end you get the fun game where the sub has to decide who gets to hold onto the fleshlight. If it's left with the dom they will have no control over when or how they are used, but maybe that's what they want.

[twolegsandbleeds]

you've got used to simon’s silence when he's deployed. no calls. no texts. he simply vanishes from your shared life.

before his last mission, you’d pressed a small, matte black disc into his palm.

“what th’ fuck is this?” he’d grumbled, eyebrows knitted together.

“pocket pussy,” you’d deadpanned back. “best one i could get. you fuck it, i feel it. means i know you’re still alive… and we can both get off while you’re gone.”

his ears went red, but he’d tucked it into his bag without another word.

now, almost every night, you feel him.

thick fingers parting your folds, brushing over your clit until you’re soaked and trembling. then comes the stretch - his cock pressing into you from halfway across the world. you recognise every ridge, every vein, the perfect shape of him. 

sometimes he fucks you hard and fast, like he’s angry at the distance, hips snapping until your back arches and you cum with his name falling from your lips. other nights he’s slow, teasing your clit with absent circles of his thumb while he edges you, leaving your legs shaking and your voice hoarse from begging even though there's no way for him to hear you.

you’ve even felt him in the middle of the day - once when you were doing the big shop, having to pretend to be closely examining the nutritional information on a packet of cereal whilst your legs trembled. once in the shower, knees buckling as he thrust into you without warning, the stretch absolutely obscene. 

but every time he uses that little black disc, relief floods you.

he’s alive and he’s thinking of you.

[twolegsandbleeds]

more portal pussy but this time… you’re getting passed around the entirety of 141. follow up to this

what started as a workaround for simon’s deployments quickly spiralled into stress relief for the entirety of 141.

ghost never explained what the portal pussy was. he simply left the disc on the common room table with a gruff warning: “don’t break it. and fuckin’ clean it after - or i'm takin' 'er back."

and now you’re getting passed around the whole team - and you’ve learned to tell exactly who’s using it by the shape and the rhythm.

simon is unmistakable. thick and heavy. he stretches you open with that familiar burn you’ve memorised. he feels like coming home - every ridge and vein dragging against every sensitive spot inside you until you’re clawing at the sheets and whimpering his name into the pillow. sometimes he still edges you for hours while he lies motionless behind his rifle, thumb lazily circling your clit.

soap fucks like he lives: fast, chaotic. the first time he borrowed you, you were halfway through making dinner. gentle circles over your clit suddenly turned into a thick cock with an upward curve that dragged relentlessly against your g-spot. short, frantic thrusts that made your knees buckle as you gripped the counter. when he came it was sudden, messy - buried deep inside you as your own orgasm washed over you so hard you almost dropped the spatula.

gaz is smoother, more precise; fucking you in slow, rolling waves - pulling nearly all the way out before sliding back in to the hilt and grinding into you. he’s patient, ever the gentleman, always playing with your clit at the same time, waiting to feel you gush around him before he lets himself finish.

price took the longest to give in. but now? he fucks you with a calm authority. long, deep strokes that bottom out every time. sometimes he just holds himself deep inside you, grinding the swollen head of his cock against your cervix until you’re overwhelmed and sobbing.

you don’t mind being shared - after all, if they’re fucking you, they’re still breathing.

[at-the-pace-of-snails]

Its never too late Robert. Cmon we can get you a less stupid name

[s0rinarl]

woah there

[artbytosin]

old man yaoi, dispatch edition 🤖🔥 | vers without text below!

[arczism]

You ask for a condom then act like this? [Full page on my Patreon]

[dapperdoodlenoodle]

Vampire Robert…

Sneak peak for a WIP mechabae version under the cut

[abira001]

Trans Robert--whose shame left him all the years of being Mecha man

And the z team doesn't know about him being trans-

Que the team teasing him about Flambae's bitch song. All the small dick and erectile disjunction and shit.

And one day he was masturbating his frustrations out he just---sends his pussy pics in the team group chat. Fingers in and all wet and everything.

Then all the chats suddenly going quiet.

Only for him to be bombarded with pings of endless notifications on his phone, one that he didn't even bother to look at as he continues to drill his fingers inside his plush heat.

Meanwhile the team is absolutely having a seizure, a boner, and minds full of absolute horny thoughts of drowning in that beautiful plush wet pussy--

"ROBERT!!! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU RIGHT NOW!?!?"

" HES NOT IN HIS APPARTMENT!! FUCK!!!"

" ROBERT!!!!"

Then after a gruelling 10 minutes (for the z team as they tried to desperately beg for Robert to send his location so they can***** and ***** and then ***** his ****** and---), Robert send a video of him squirting with a text-- "Suffer."

And everyone went ballshit feral.

[kaysdenofchaos]

Smth smth playing with fire snort, happy pride 🏳️‍🌈

Uncensored version w fireplay here

[sammichiart]

beef

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