Mythical Men

[rhapsodc]

Before coming to Owen's mansion, he had had dreams like this, but with a different face to that strong body. He would be tied up, unable to resist as Saint-Loup would touch him, tease him until he melted. They would kiss and make love over the herb, but it was never just love. It was rough fucking, the type that would make him wake up covered in his own jizz that spilled during the night, during the dream. When their kiss ended, in the daze that came after it, he almost thought he saw the man that raised him as his child in Owen's face. But it was not Saint-Loup anymore. It was another man, older, even more handsome.

He nodded to the man calling him like that. Little thief. He wanted to cum with that touch only, but it would be too soon. He wanted to be ravished too. Fucked until he couldn't think of anything else but Owen's big cock. He bit his lip, trying to resist the urge of that request. But as the thumb circled his piss slit once more, he caved in.

"I want you to fuck me again. I want to worship you again. Any part you want, just say it, da-" He started, suddenly swallowing the word, moaning to hide his dark fantasy that was emerging. He felt a bit bad , thinking he was betraying his real dad, Saint-Loup. But the man was not there for him anymore. Looking up again, he moaned, open mouth as he stared deeply into Owen's eyes. "Sir. I want you to use me as you please. Any hole."

[mythicalmen]

In a moment of pure pleasure and want, Basin had started to confess something that he couldn't hide from Owen. He knew what that word was, even as he tried to cut it off and hide it from him. His eyes darkened just a little, his hold on the other man tightened and he used that big arm of his to pull Basin so close to him that their chests were pressed together. His large hand moving to cup that jawline, forcing him to not look away even as Basin stared deeply into his eyes.

"What was that, pet, hm? You should know better than hide your truths from me...especially when they're so desperate to come out" He murmured deeply, leaning in so their noses brushed together, lips so close but no kiss yet. His other hand moving down his chest, his stomach and getting lower as their eyes locked. "Deep down, is that what my little thief has wanted...craved....been searching for?" He questioned, breath tickling his lips as he brushed his thumb across those parted lips.

"Come now my little thief, my boy....tell Daddy the truth. Confess to him, like the good boy we both know you are" He instructed, the word falling from his lips with such ease. Claiming that title for himself that Basin had been so nervous to say out loud.

[swoledadenergy]

Spider-Man begged on cue, prompting Vincent to laugh. Cruelly. Relishing in the sweet symphony of the hero's horniness. His whining made Vincent want to give in, to give Spider-Man what he wanted; what he needed. Yet, against all his instincts, Vincent slowed down.

Long deliberate movements of his hips pushed his cock deep inside Spider-Man's tight hole. His thick base stretching the ringed muscled, while the head poked at the deepest end of the inner walls. A velvety embrace he regretted pulling out of, as he rolled his hips back to let his veiny cock drag out of Spider-Man's hole.

"Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man." Vincent spat out, his voiced laced with callous amusement. "Our hero." He buried himself to the hilt, as both his hands so easily wrapped around Spider-Man's neck like a sinful collar. "You're nothing but my slut." No question, just a fact. An order, even. His grasp tightened. "You belong here, on your knees and impaled by my cock."

Vincent smiled, looking down at and seeing the hero's hole struggling with the ebb and flow of his slow thrusts. But more than anything, he savored the desperation he was putting on Spider-Man's mind. The way he whined for more. The beautiful tone of his whimpering and begging.

"I'm going to breed you tonight. And you're going to be a good boy and keep it all from spilling out when you leave swinging, won't you, Spidey?"

[mythicalmen]

It was starting to become a bit of problem, these sessions they had because truth be told most times Peter found himself relieving himself...he imagined Vincent. That hulking frame of a man with his handsome face, huge arms and looming presence. Imagining worshipping his body, being under him....his dirty words in his ear, his hands all over him. Sometimes he imagined kissing him or being unmasked by him or a thousand different fantasies. Which made these moments between feel more and more like a need, rather than a want.

Groaning and arching his back in response to the slower thrusts and feeling him so deep but not moving fast. "No..." He whined loudly and deeply as he felt that cock drag out of him, ashamed by his own neediness. His breath hitched at the second hand on his neck, feeling it tighten like he was taking his breath away, making him squirm and his breath to shaken. Like a collar being tightened, powerless to stop it.

"I...I.." He stammered, any sense of that quipping gone and lost to the pleasure and desperation as he was told his place by a man he barely knew or their true intentions. That he belonged to him, like it was a simple truth and not a suggestion. "Fuck, I...yes...fine you win. I...fuck, I belong to you Sir" He confessed, voice shaking and biting his lip under the mask.

"Yes Sir, fuck I...yeah, I promise. I'll...do whatever you want, whatever you say."

[swoledadenergy]

@mythicalmen asked: [ 11A ] Vincent / Spidey

The city never really went quiet. That was something Vincent had learned early on. There was no such thing as silence up here, just a different kind of noise. Distant traffic, the low hum of a building breathing beneath his feet, wind cutting between towers. He'd started coming up here to think and had long since stopped pretending that was still the primary reason.

Vincent had his usual spot. Corner of the ledge, back against the water tower, legs stretched out in front of him. Comfortable in the way that took weeks to earn. The sound came before the figure did. The familiar rhythmic snap of webbing, the brief silence of a long arc, and then the soft landing a few meters away. Vincent had stopped flinching somewhere around the second week.

He didn't look up immediately. "You're late."

It wasn't an accusation. If anything there was the faint pull of a smile at the corner of his mouth, eyes still fixed on the sprawl of the city below them. He'd learned that too, that Spider-Man was easier to keep around when Vincent didn't make too much of his arriving. Like a stray that would bolt if you moved too fast.

He was getting better at patient.

"Rough night?" He asked. While their encounters were frequent, Vincent knew better than to think of them as nothing else than two men blowing off some steam. And by the determined look of Spider-Man's walk, tonight there was a lot of steam to blow off.

They had never kissed, the mask wouldn't allow it, but Vincent had provided plenty of bite marks along Spider-Man's neck. His scent, something beyond human, lulled Vincent into a lustful trance every time he breathed it in. It never took much before his pants were gone, before Spider-Man himself straddled him with nothing in mind but sitting on Vincent's hard cock.

Changing positions, Vincent knelt on the cement of the roof, and aimed for Spider-Man's hole once again. Mere seconds had been enough for his cock to miss the warm embrace of the hero's velvety insides. The walls of which received him with an ease Vincent had never felt before.

"You take me so good, Spidey." Vincent taunted. He had learned early on that a light sprinkle of insults seemed to get Spider-Man really into it. "Normal people get scared when they see my cock. They beg me to go slower, but not you. No. You'd love it if I could go even harder." A cruel chuckle poured out of him, as he reached for the other's neck with his hand. "Say it. Beg me to go harder."

[mythicalmen]

In a lot of ways, this was a bad idea. Allowing someone to see him this vulnerable and put him in a position like this was opening himself up to be taken advantage of and not in a fun way. He didn't fully know Vincent's deal and intentions, whether he was someone undercover, someone looking to sell a story or a villain waiting to make his move. Maybe he was some who got lucky or some ancient being with an alien history and all knowing powers. The man was a mystery and yet Peter felt himself falling into this again and again.

Yet despite all these questions, all this uncertainty...Peter let it happen again and again, whether it was the water tower...a bedroom or somewhere even more exposing, Spider-Man showed up and became complete putty in this man's grasp. The suit would come off, save the mask, and his body would be used and abused and left marked and taken and completely Vincent's in a thousand different ways. Maybe the risk of it all made it all the more crazy or intense or addicting...but even today Peter needed even more than usual.

Which is how he found himself not riding the huge man's cock like normal, but on all fours with this towering mass of a man looming over him. His huge body making the hero feel so small and helpless, a feeling that was rare for him. Eyes widening under the mask at the degrading words mixed with that huge hand around his neck, like a silent threat or promise of how much power he had over him right now.

"F-Fuck I...ngh..." He babbled and stammered, voice shaking before he spoke again. "P...Please Sir, please. Go harder, please I'll do anything. N-Name your price...anything" He begged like the needy, helpless hero he was.

[men-of-paradise]

M/M Smut Gif Starters: Part 3 - The Electric Bootyloo

wanted to make another smut gif starter meme with some new spicy gifs! would've added more and formatted it better, but tumblr (in its infinite wisdom) has some weird character block limit that prevented the formatting to add any more gifs.

anywho, you know the drill. send a number to the inbox, specify a muse, and a starter will be made based on the gif. take a peek, use a random number generator, do whatever you like and have fun! :3

note: if there are any links that aren't working anymore or there are duplicates, just let me know and i'll update them accordingly

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[boysfromtheburbs]

"You are just so precious, Spidey." Michael couldn't help the tease in his voice, a natural smirk forming on his lips. Who wouldn't find the image of the city's hero, falling apart with lust at the seams, becoming fully undone? "I hope that when I give you the fuck of your life, that you come and visit me again. Would hate for this to just be a one and done situation." Michael couldn't help himself. It was just too much fun toying with him. His fingers pumped in and out of the hero at a rapid pace, curving up as soon as he felt the younger man's spot. The digits were lubing up nicely. They probably smelled of the hero, proper.

"Let me help you out there, kid." Michael chuckled lowly, wrapping his other large hand around the toned body at his mercy and began pumping his fist around his clearly wanting cock. If Michael was going to do this, he was going to do this right, and stimulate every erogenous zone that he could until the man's legs were buckling and was spurting all over his windows. "Heh, you really are one dirty, little spider, aren't you? How long has it been since you've gotten laid? You're about to get off on fingering and dirty words, alone. Gotta say, I'm impressed." And overwhelming turned on.

At the request for more, Michael smirked, slowing the three fingers inserted in the hero, passing them through him at an agonizingly slow pace. "More? So greedy." The CEO hummed in thought as his two hands played the masked man like an accordion from both ends. "Well, when you're done riding me, your legs are bound to be exhausted. So, I'll pick you up, throw your legs over my shoulders and plow you against my walls until I paint the inside of yours. And once I've had my fill, which might take a minute, I've got a lot of stamina, I'll have you lick my cock clean with that pretty, smart mouth of yours until you swallow every last drop of the load you earned. That enough for you, my little hero?"

[mythicalmen]

Peter could feel his back arching when that big, strong hand wrapped around his cock. Face flushed a little at being called kid in such an intimate moment, not to mention precious at the same time this big, filthy rich man was talking fucking him stupid and making him come back for more again and again. Whimpering a little at being called dirty, being asked to confess how often he got laid and as much as Peter wanted to answer, it was a little hard to do when you body was being toyed with by a man who treated it like his favourite instrument.

Then Peter got his wish as he was told filthy details about what he'd do with him, being made to put on a show and ride him like a good boy and then plowed right after, practically fucked stupid and Peter felt every inhibition in his body leaving him for this need and desperate desire for more and more. His mind began to swim with further details, of kneeling under the man's desk and servicing him, of being choked and fucked stupid or tied up or on the ground while the man loomed over him, food on his chest. Worshiping his arms, his pecs, so much of that and so much more. Peter was drunk and dizzy on the fantasies.

"No" He found himself confessing when he was asked if it was enough, whimpering and bucking into his grasp and trembling thighs. "Please, more Sir. More...more" He begged so shamelessly, panting like an animal in heat. Putting himself in a position for the CEO to get even more depraved with ideas and fantasies, as Peter was completely consumed by them all.

[boysfromtheburbs]

The whole interaction between him and Ethan had left Teddy both confused and slightly rattled. Like the author he was, Ethan liked to move in riddles, leaving Teddy wondering what his intentions had been the whole time. In truth, a part of him felt embarrassed. Had he come on too strong? Was that why Ethan hadn't been eager to rush into something admittedly stupid with him? Teddy pushed it from his mind the second he stepped out of Ethan's classroom. He wouldn't allow his own confusing feelings to get in the way of his work.

Or at least that was what he felt, but Ethan had been insistent on treating him just a hair differently compared to everyone else. And Teddy knew he wasn't crazy to think so. But, he pushed on. If Ethan wanted something, he would have to be the one to make the initiative. On the last day of class, Teddy raced to see what comments were left behind on his final paper, but what greeted him made a lump grow in his throat. The most beautiful sketches of him grazed his eyes in positions he knew he hadn't posed for. Could it have been...? No. It wasn't possible. Teddy clutched the paper in his hands until the end of class.

"...Yes, sir?" Teddy piped up as the class slowly made it's way from the class. He had been more than ready to call their time together over, but his professor had other plans, it seemed. Confused, Teddy walked back to the door and locked it, before making his way back to his teacher's side of the desk, paper still clutched in his grip. "Did you have anything further to say about my paper? I have to say, sir...I really enjoyed your class. I really feel like I've learned a lot. So, thank you. I mean it."

[mythicalmen]

Ethan watched him silently, leaning back in his chair and simply taking in the sight. Seeing Teddy gripping onto that paper tightly like a life line, the way he called him Sir only to start rambling his thanks and appreciation for his time in his lessons. Yet still Ethan said nothing until he was done talking, then he simply beckoned him with two fingers. "Come here" He said calmly, though the command was obvious and he'd wait until Teddy was within arm's length before making a move.

His hand would reach out, gripping the young man by his waist and pulling him into his grasp, wrapping his arm around his waist. His other arm went for his legs until he was lifting him bridal style and placing him in his lap. Teddy's head on his left shoulder, his legs dangling across his right side. Fingers found the young man's hair, gently brushing through them before speaking.

"You've done such a good job Teddy, working hard and staying focus. Even when it was hard" He remarked, voice soft and low with praise as he slowly moved his right hand to cup his jawline and turn his gaze to him. "I'm very proud of you sweet boy" He said with a calm but warm smile on his lips, eyes shifting to the picture he was still clutching onto. "I take it somebody liked their present, hm?" He mused, brow raised and brushing his thumb across his jawline.

[smutbydaylight]

When Jonah was told he sounded like a villain, he couldn't help but laugh. Maybe he did. Maybe that was part of what made this so much fun. "And what if I was, boy? What would you do?" He stretched his fingers especially wide, pushing the other's hole to its limits. "I bet you wouldn't stop me even if I was. Your hole is so fucking hungry for me. You're such a perfect little slut."

He was surprised when the other called him daddy. He reached down, unzipping his pants and tugging out his cock. Wrapping an arm around the other's waist, Jonah pulled Spider-Man back into his lap, his chest pressed firmly against the other's back. "I know you will, baby boy. You're such a good boy and daddy is gonna take good care of you." He lifted the other up positioning his cock against the other's hole, letting gravity do the work of dragging the hero down on his cock. "Fuck.." He was so hot and tight and it drove Jonah mad. "Ride me, Spidey. Show me how bad you want me."

[mythicalmen]

A little strangled noise passed his lips, partly at being called 'boy' but also at the idea of Jonah being secretly a villain that had Spider-Man in his clutches, his dick twitching at the idea which surprised even him. Those fingers inside of him making his eyes feel like they were about to cross and he'd start panting like a creature in heat. "F-Fuck..." He whimpered, perhaps signalling that even if Jonah was he'd let him get away with this, happily be defeated by the villain and fall apart for him.

"I...I'd...f-fuck I....what do you want then if you're some big time villain?" He stammered back, getting a little lost in the fantasy before gasping as he felt that arm around his waist and suddenly he was being pulled up into his lap and felt that large cock against his opened and toyed with hole. Face flushing even more so under the mask as the older man promised to take care of him, to make Spider-Man Daddy's good boy and Peter lost any semblance of logic or free will.

So all he did was whimper and moan and beg for the man, calling him Daddy, Sir even a whimpering 'Master' passed his lips as he sunk himself down on that cock. Jonah having the perfect view of Spider-Man's thick ass swallowing his cock inch by inch. Not to mention the show off those tight, defined back and arm and thigh muscles flexing eagerly as he did what he was told. Started riding Jonah, bouncing on that cock and putting on a show - proving how badly he wanted it, how badly he wanted to do as he was told and submit again and again.

[ragtagrunaways]

"Observant, but flattering you comes as an additional benefit." Dmitri seemed like the sort of man that was left unphased by almost anything that happened around him. It was a trait that Christopher openly admired, especially as somebody who'd been forced to learn to maintain a cool head in the field of battle to keep up with ever cchanging circumstances. "Yes, that was why I was planning on leaving after wef inished this little back and forth."

Something that was, apparently, going to be more difficult to accomplish. Hand adjusting, getting a better angle, leverage adjusted and confirming his suspicions in time with the other's dawning realization.

"See, a door would pose little problem. Showmanship of my muscles aside, it's just a door... The problem would be whatever's been moved in front of the door." Heavy enough that their was no give. Joys. A shift of his weight, backing a little in to Dmitri to try and get some form of leverage and shunt to... Little avail. "Well. Either this is some incredibly elaborate ploy... Or we may be stuck in here for a while."

[mythicalmen]

"...So you're telling me, that you dragged me in here to warn me about a dangerous, mysterious man lurking around..." Dmitri began, his eyes a little more narrow now and perhaps with a tad of accusation. "And in doing so, you've locked us both in here and trapped likely by the very man you were talking about" Dmitri concluded, just letting Christopher wrap his head around the scenario he'd managed to put the mage in. Not that Dmitri understood why this man had done this, was it to keep them out of the way for whatever they planned to do, perhaps to keep them in one place so he could come back for them later? It was an assumption Dmitri was making that the man was behind it, but who else could be?

"If I didn't know any better Warlord, I'd say this all some ploy to get some time with me alone" He huffed in irritation. "And before you deny it, consider the fact that if it isn't the case then the alternative is you tried to warn me about someone and in turn managed to place me in their clutches" He scolded, shifting a little in the limited space because Christopher's physical presence took up so much space. "I can assure you I won't be spending the night stuck in a closet...even if I have to blow a hole in the wall with arcane magic" He huffed. "Besides, your physique alone takes up half the space in here" A complaint and compliment in one.

[disapprove]

open to m.

"Do you always kiss strangers and ask them to play your boyfriend for a few seconds or am I special? Or--" He paused to lean in and whisper to them. "Are you in trouble?" Jonas asked with a tilt of his head as he very shamelessly eyed the other. "It's gonna cost you though, I don't kiss strangers for free."

[mythicalmen]

Leo did have a habit of doing whatever he wanted in the moment, a combination of endless confidence and his upbringing meant he didn't even think twice on the matter. So when his night out looked like it might be ruined by the presence of an insufferable ex showing up, Leo decided to get a little inspired. Eyes scanning the crowd for the perfect target, seeing him there by the bar and sauntering his way over. Hand on his back, leaning in close in a low, intimate voice and telling him to just roll with it as he leaned in and kissed the stranger.

The kiss was excellent if not brief, getting a hum of approval from Leo who pulled back and glanced towards his ex. Then the stranger started talking and seemingly making demands, which Leo did his best to ignore but then he felt the other leaning in and whispering like that and felt a little thrill run down his back. That was enough to cause him to look back, perhaps a tad curious.

"Mm, you need me tell you if you're special?" He countered, a slight smirk before chuckling. "Sweetheart, I usually am the trouble - just a pesky ex who can't take a hint" He offered, though then the demand came and his brow raised. "Is that so? Well it seems I already got the kiss for free, unless you're expecting there to be another" He pointed out. "...Well then, what exactly is that kiss going to cost me?"

[ragtagrunaways]

The other's continued tease and taunt was met with as close to a withering look as Chrstiopher was willing to offer before shaking his head. There was a reason he'd been handling this himself. A guard duty was easily accomplished by any number of his fellow knights, this was more a favour for those concerned. "Probably more of the last than anything else. Some individual who derives pleasure from the panic and concern of those observed. Clearly they've never met you if they had set their sights upon you, cool and relaxed regardless of circumstances."

It was only as they continued to banter despite everything else happening, that he realized he'd grown distracted by the other's presence. Even the low words murmured in the dark helped to cover up everything outside of the walls. "Best I can offer is my word... And the fact that we're both rather aware that stealth has never been a strong suit for me." He laughed, and then came the sound of a rather heavy thud behind his back. A hand reaching for the handle to the door, to attempt to turn it, and... No give. "...Huh."

[mythicalmen]

"Hmm, flatterer" He remarked, but the smile made it clear he'd enjoyed the compliment quite a bit. "Though you can hardly blame me being targeted, I have a habit of drawing eyes" He pointed out, pausing for a moment before continuing. "Though you're hardly going to find an answer to who this mysterious man is by being stuck in here with me, unless that's your new plan" He remarked.

"So does the Warlord need my help tracking down this devilish man or would that wound the pride of everyone's favourite military man too much?" He questioned, then the smile dropped slightly when the other did indeed seem unable to open the door. By all the heavens...

"...Did you per chance lock us in here?" He questioned, squinting his eyes a little. That or this supposed mystery man had decided to capture two for the price of one. "For heavens sake Christopher, can you at least not break it down or are all those muscles of yours for show?"

[ragtagrunaways]

There was some urge to comment on just how quickly Dmitri was to offer the comments he was, but instead settled on focusing his attention on the problem he had accounte for rather than teh amges attitude. "Less running, more waiting. That crossections has the most intersecting route on the grounds. Thus far, the reports are mostly of observation. Seen peering in to windows, through doorways, and following others. Attempts at contact are largely just... Ignored while the figure leaves upon being caught."

The other asking for sources, however, was met with a small shake of his head. "Mostly the ladies of the court. And yes, I'm aware that there could be any number of reasons, I still said that I would look in to it." It was the next line that earned a quiet laugh, and then a moment pondering. "Oh, now, while I'm absolutely dying to hear the gossip of whose bedchambers you may or may not have been warming, your footsteps weren't alone. That's why I was asking if you had company or not. But given that rather impertinent answer and assumption, I take it you were alone?"

[mythicalmen]

"Well isn't that a lot to go on and from such reputable sources as well, why didn't you tell me sooner dear Christopher. Let us alert the king then, with such concrete evidence" He couldn't help but tease the man with a smirk, even if perhaps the mage was a tad curious himself now. "So then, what's your professional take on what this mysterious mortal is up to, hm? Thief? Kidnapper? Stalker? Peeping Tom?" He listed off, again keeping this rather sarcastic even if there was an element of curiosity as well to what this man might be thinking.

"Is that so, you're dying to know who I may or may not be spending nights with? Now why would everyone's favourite Warlord be curious about that, hm?" He smirked, head tilted and clearly enjoying teasing the man relentlessly. It was his fault for ambushing him. "No, I had no company - am I the target of said mysterious mortal then, hm?" He mused. "Though I should correct myself, I had no company until you leaped at me and dragged me in here. How do I know you're not the man in question then?"

[ragtagrunaways]

Christopher at least recognized the look that spread across Dmitri's features as a warning to release him. Hand drawn away to let the other speak, but there really wasn't enough room for him to withdraw further than they already were. At least he'd left his bulkier armour back in his room, settling for something lighter for the occasion. Of course, the arched brow, the clear amusement from the mage, it all earned a low huff of a laugh from Christopher in turn.

"In my defence, I can hardly be wandering around causing a racket when I'm attempting to handle an issue quietly before it can cause much of a ruckus, can I?" His words remained calm, weight shifting a little. He'd love to give the other space, but considering his back was barely away from the door itself... He really couldn't. Attention still spread between the outside, and the breathing man in front of him. "I suppose I could be, but no. I heard from enough sources that it seemed like a credible threat. Not a beast, almost certainly mortal." A beat spent observing the other, before shaking his head. "I apologize for the inconvince, at least. Were you alone?"

[mythicalmen]

"Hm, so you were running around trying to catch this mortal? What a hero we have in our midsts. Alright dear Warlord, I'll bite. What devious crimes or plans has this supposed mortal been up to?" He questioned, perhaps a little curiosity and also poking the bear a tad to see if the larger man had any strong leads or proof of it was just rumours and well...just how juicy the rumours were. An eyebrow once again raised at the question, a bold one indeed to be asking.

"And what sources would those be hm? Also, why so eager to know who I do...or do not keep company with at an hour such as this?" He asked, before the mage's smirk formed a little more clearly. "Or are you suspecting I might be an accomplice in whatever devious plans this mortal has? Come now dear Christopher, speak plainly about the thoughts running in that head of yours" He remarked.

[ragtagrunaways]

Almost immediately, Christopher was on edge. Not from the shared space with Dmitri, he had little to no complaints when it came to the other. Instead, as the other began to question the situation, one hand was lifting in an effort to cover the other's mouth before he could raise his voice beyond that low murmur, his own head shifting toward the door. Listening intently. "There's been something lurking in the halls for the best three evenings. I assume you haven't taken to wandering the halls under the cover of night for the past several nights in a row?" Whilst not necessarily his duty, it had clearly been unnerving several individuals. Head finally turning back toward Dmitri, and realiing his hand was still there he pulled it away a little. "Sorry."

[mythicalmen]

The hand covering his mouth took him by surprise, primarily because few would dare touch the mage without permission. Then there was the fact that he could feel just how large the hand was, the warm but rough skin of the man's hand silencing him temporarily. Perhaps there was a part of Dmitri that felt the smallest of thrills of a man of action and physical strength manhandling him a little. But it didn't stop his narrowed eyes that gave the man enough warning for him to let go.

"...You're not helping your case right now, dear Warlord" He pointed out, a brow arched. "And what are you speaking of, a beast that needs killing, a thief or stalker?" He asked, before a twitch of amusement on his lips despite it all. "And no I have not, but considering you're the one who ambushed me in a hallway and dragged me here - it seems the only one fitting that description is you" He remarked. "Now is this a serious threat or have you let gossip let your imagination go wild?"

[mythicalmen]

[STUCK  ]  *  our muses are stuck in a small broom closet together. (dmitri from christopher) @ragtagrunaways

It took a lot to make someone like Dmitri uncomfortable or feel overwhelmed and it was hardly the first time he'd been up close with another man in a tight space. Though it was the first time he found himself in such a space with a Warlord, particularly one as large as this one. Despite the difference in size, those sharp eyes of Dmitri's didn't give any hint of fear or being flustered, chin tilted up in endless confidence and composure even with him having to look up at the man with how close they were. "Tell me, dear Dawson. Do you make a habit of putting others in this sort of predicament...or is this the part where you feign innocence?"

[amourmemes]

❥     𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

inspired  by  devotedecay’s  non - sexual  acts  of  dominance  meme  ! send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ shower ]   your muse joining mine in the shower.

[ choke ]   your muse choking mine.

[ kiss + soft ]   your muse pulling mine into a tender kiss.

[ kiss + rough ]   your muse pulling mine into a rough kiss.

[ pin ]   your muse pinning mine down.

[ wrists ]   your muse roughly grabbing mine by the wrists.

[ push ]   your muse pushing mine into bed.

[ rip + clothing ]   your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse.

[ spank ]   your muse spanking mine.

[ pull ]   your muse pulling my muses hair.

[ talk ]   your muse talking dirty to mine.

[ eyes ]   your muse making mine look them in the eyes during.

[ down ]   your muse pulling mine down by their collar / clothes.

[ knees ]   your muse telling mine to get on their knees.

[ hips ]   your muse pulling mine in close by the hips.

[ denial ]   your muse putting mine through orgasm denial.

[ many ]   your muse making mine orgasm over and over.

[ tied ]   your muse tying my muse down.

[ lazy ]   your muse lazily beginning to touch mine.

[ love ]   your muse telling mine they love them during.

[ dominance ]   your muse taking the lead and dominating mine.

[ submission ]   your muse letting mine take the lead and submitting to them.

[ humiliation ]   your muse humiliating mine, re: name-calling and verbal abuse.

[ pain ]   your muse hurting mine in bed, whether intentionally or not.

[ knife ]   your muse using a knife in bed, whether for threat or actually cutting mine.

[ hidden ]   your muse having sex with mine somewhere semi-public.

[ public ]   your muse having sex with mine in public, whee other people watch.

[ adore ]   your muse being near reverent with mine in bed.

[ dress ]   your muse having mine dress up in lingerie.

[ eat ]   your muse eating mine out.

[ sleep ]   your muse touching / beginning to have sex with mine while they’re asleep.

[ gag ]   your muse gagging mine, or or making them be quiet.

[ blindfold ]   your muse blindfolding mine.

[ praise ]   your muse praising mine in bed.

[ good ]   your muse calling mine a good boy / girl.

[ want ]   your muse telling mine they want them.

[ snarl ]   your muse growling and / or baring their teeth at mine during sex.

[ mark ]   your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect.

[ wall ]   your muse shoving mine up against a wall.

[smutbydaylight]

Jonah loved the noise that the other made. How loud it was and how unrestrained. It was hot knowing he was the one drawing out such beautiful noises. He continued to spank the other's cheeks, watching in awe how the jiggled and began turning red. At the same time he began working a second finger into the other, starting to stretch him slowly. His cock was straining against the zipper of his slacks and he was certain that Peter would be able to feel the bulge growing and twitching as it was pressed up against the other's body. He wasn't sure how long he'd be able to tease Peter when what he really wanted was to dive in all at once.

When the other failed to explain it, the man let out a harsh laugh. "Hm... Sounds like you might be easy then. I wonder if you've ever let a villain touch you this way. I bet if they knew how obedient you were, they'd have a field day." His voice was low, the man finally leaning down so he could bite down on one of the other's perky cheeks. "I think you're not used to finding someone who's willing to put you in your place. I bet everyone always looks up to you and treats you like a god. But I can see through that. I can see that you're just a pretty little boy in need of a man who will ruin you. You like that I won't hold back on you. That I won't treat you like Spider-Man. Instead I'll treat you as what you really are. A desperate hole for me to use."

[mythicalmen]

Peter tried to stifle a any moans or noises he was making, but nothing worked as the older man continued to spank his eyes, toy with his hole and use that wonderful voice of his to say the most sinful things to Peter that drove him crazy. He could feel the large bulge so easily, face heating up knowing he was the one doing that to him. Peter had no idea how he'd let himself get into such a helpless situation and yet...he surrendered entirely to it.

Face heating up further at the idea of letting villain's have him like this, his dick twitchig against Jonah's thighs. "You know you're starting to sound like a villain" He huffed, again a little bit of pushback but it was soon swallowed up by the moans as he felt that teeth against his ass, marking him and that second finger inside of him causing the boy's eyes to cross under the mask. "Fuck" He whimpered, biting his bottom lip. Yeah maybe he did want that, an older man to take control and ruin him...make him theirs, no need to be the hero or in control. Fuck it felt so nice letting go and giving in. Losing, surrendering...submitting.

"Fuck, I....please...." He found himself begging, his arms holding him up shaking not from overuse but just trembling with want that much. "Please, I'll...d-do whatever you want...whatever you say just please....Daddy" He found that word passing by Peter's lips before he even could stop himself.

[smutbydaylight]

Jonah chuckled when the other answered, his voice no longer full of confidence and playfulness. It was amazing to see just how fast the young man had changed from confident hero to a slut desperate to be fucked and bred. He smirked as he massaged the other's hole before slowly pushing his finger inside of the other. "So you're not easy huh? Then is it simply because of me that you were so fast to offer up your tight little hole?" He was starting to pump his finger in and out of the other at a steady pace.

"If you're not so easy, why don't you tell me exactly why you're offering yourself so fast. What about me has turned you into a complete and total whore." He gave the other's ass another hard spank, his hand groping and massaging the other's ass with his large hands.

[mythicalmen]

It was with like every passing word, action and moment Peter felt himself becoming more flustered, overwhelmed and humiliated by the position he found himself in...yet sinking into it more and more. The loud, strangled noise he made when he felt that finger shamelessly sliding between his cheeks, slowly finger fucking the hero's ass as if it was Jonah's to do with as he saw fit. The way those cheeks perfectly bounced with every spank, the way his body trembled under his touch - like this young hero was made for him, belonged to him.

Then came the question, the question that not only demanded a lot of thinking and words on poor Peter's part right now, but also brought a brighter flush under that mask at the 'complete and total whore' remark. What could he say? That the older man's looks, incredible voice or the way he looked at Peter like that...or so much more. "F-Fuck, I don't know" He whined and whimpered. "Why d-don't you tell me?" He shot back, perhaps a spark of defiance returning for a moment and also because maybe, deep down, Peter wanted to know what he thought.