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@pokebrcs
THIS IS A SELECTIVE, LOW TO MEDIUM ACTIVITY INDIE GAY SMUT POKEMON ACCOUNT. RULES AND OTHER IMPORTANT LINKS CAN BE FOUND BELOW. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! DEAD DOVE WARNING, ADULT CONTENT FEATURED AHEAD.
mun is a twenty six year old gay man and I go by lewis.
raunchy action prompts ⓂⒺⓂⒺ
➫ [ 39.] sender, fully clothed, fucks a naked receiver.
caught up in the moment, and how badly he wanted mason, the bug catcher didn't even care that his campsite was just on the other side of the tree-line. stripped down, his clothes in a pile next to his feet with the belt holding his poke-balls, his hands gripped at the thick trunk of the tree he was pressed up against as he bit down on his bottom lip to keep himself quiet; glad that the path through the woods was obscured by the nights darkness. grunting, his head falling back a bit as he began to struggle with not making much noise, andrew dug his fingers into the bark of the tree as he tried to ground himself... only to immediately give up as a curse fell from his lips; his head falling to the side as he looked down and over his own back at the fully clothed man thrusting into him. "fuck mase-- are- are you sure no one else is around? I don't know that I'll be able to keep quiet..."
closed for @ragtagrunaways
Nathan couldn't help the cocky grin that came to his face at the compliment about how he looked out on the court. He knew he looked good. He'd spent his whole life working his ass off, so it had to have paid off. The jock eyed the other and nodded. "Yeah, I know what you mean. About not paying all that much attention, that is." He smirked, admitting that he'd been checking out the red-head just as much as he had.
Nathan looked down at his arm as he watched the other reach over. Feeling that finger poke into his bicep, Nathan's brows raised as he looked over to him with a grin. "Oh, sweetheart, you don't even know." The jock smirked and raised his arms up, flexing his huge biceps for him with an effortless confidence and holding the pose. "You like that, baby?" He smirked, raising his brow.
"okay, so i'm not crazy. you were looking at me too," hearing that was a relief. taylor was certain the man had been looking back at him for most of the game as well-- he knew he was because of the eye contact they made-- but part of him had convinced himself that he was just imagining things; that he was fantasizing about the man so openly that his mind was playing tricks on him. well clearly it wasn't.
being a bit more bold now that nathan seemed to enjoy the attention, and seemed to encourage it, stepping forward as the man flexed for him the red head reached up with both hands and wrapped them around one of the man's thick bicep's; squeezing at the muscle a bit, blushing as his eyes widened when he realized the man's muscle was so thick he could barely bring his fingers to touch around it. "like is a bit of an understatement," he mumbled, chewing on his bottom lip as he kept squeezing and pawing at the man's arms while he turned his head to look at him with a soft smile. "your arms were the first thing i noticed about you," he continued on with a soft laugh, "o-other than how good you are, i mean." he gave the man's arm another squeeze as his eyes began to drop down nathan's front. "then i saw you shoulders, and your chest... your back. i bet all of you is big..."
Chris Hemsworth
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The gym buzzed with energy as Nathan moved effortlessly up and down the court, feeding off the cheers that echoed from the packed stands. Normally, games demanded every ounce of his focus, but tonight someone kept pulling his attention away. A redheaded guy he'd never seen before sat near the front row. It became a game within the game. Every stolen glance lingered just a little too long, neither of them looking away first, and by the final buzzer Nathan found himself wondering more about the stranger than the scoreboard.
After a quick shower, Nathan traded his jersey for a dark t-shirt and jeans before making his way out to the parking lot, keys spinning around his finger. His black pickup came into view beneath one of the lot lights… along with the redhead from the game, casually leaning against the driver's door like he'd been waiting there the whole time. Nathan couldn't stop the grin that spread across his face as he walked up. "So, what? Was the game so good you had to tell me in person?" Nathan smirked, tossing his duffel bag into the bed of his truck. Resting one hand against the side of it, he leaned casually beside the redhead, his gaze dropping to meet the other's with quiet confidence.
he had originally agreed to go to the game with his friends but one by one they all canceled on him; making excuses about wanting to train, or just take the night off and stay at home. rather than following suit, taylor decided to go to the game himself and honestly he was glad he did. the seats were incredible, just two rows behind the front row court side seats. he could see everything. he could see him. staring at nathan for the entirety of the game. what started as the red head mesmerized by the man's arms, by how thick his biceps looked and the cut of his shoulders, eventually led to the two of them making eye contact for the rest of the game; the boy stubbornly refusing to be the first to look away, even when having nathan look back at him left him blushing.
after the game had finished and the crowd was ushered out in the parking lot, taylor lingered near the doors to the gym so he could look for the man as he left; then he had a better idea. after hearing one of his teammates make a comment about nathan's pick-up, he waited for most everyone else to leave before making his way across the parking lot to seek out the only pick-up truck he saw. this had to be it. leaning up against the drivers door, it didn't take long for the boy's plan to play out; he was just happy he'd heard right and waited at the right spot for him. even out of his jersey the older man was outrageously handsome. "I honestly didn't pay much attention to the game itself," taylor admitted with a soft blush as he looked up at the man with a smile as he tossed his duffle bag into the back of the truck. "but you looked incredible out there so, in that sense, i'm not surprised you won." "whoa," he mumbled under his breath as he took a step forward without thinking; without considering the man's personal space, or that he might have been with someone. disregarding all of that, the red head reached out and gently poked his right index finger against the man's left bicep. "they're even bigger in person..."
Owen had enjoyed the little game between them, even if the match had already been set long before it had started. Not that the boy didn't show promise, but he was too eager to fight a man he barely knew or realise the danger he'd wondered into...after all, he seemed oblivious of challenging a crime boss to a battle. One who practically owned this part of town, it was almost adorable really. Not to mention the part where the young thing had been so obviously distracted, practically flustered by his presence. So much so that he'd decided to toy with him over it, bouncing his pecs and flexing his arms more than he needed to - like a wolf toying with its prey just for fun.
And now here he was, defeated and that nice jaw of his in Owen's grip, making him look up at him after he'd summoned away his Nidoking which had made short work of much of his team. "Is that so boy?" He rumbled, eyes squinting for a moment as if he was in thought before he brushed his thumb across the jaw. "A dangerous position to be in, what exactly do you have to offer...other than your pokemon?" He mused, head tilted. "After all, you should of known that could be a risk when choosing to take on a man such as myself" He mused, letting those words sink in for a moment.
"Or are you oblivious to the name Owen Matthews?"
honestly even if the man hadn't been taken advantage of his attraction, taylor wouldn't have stood a chance against the man. that wasn't to say his team wasn't powerful, or capable-- taylor was just used to battling his friends, or in sanctioned battles against gym leaders. he wasn't used to grittier, street based fights were rules were more of a suggestion. the man would have beaten him regardless and he was the fool for thinking otherwise. blinking up at him, the color on his cheeks darkening a shade at being called boy, he licked his lips and kept looking up at the man as the vice-like grip on his chin kept him from pulling away or looking anywhere else. "no-- you can't, not my team!" he blurted out as a rush of panic began to build up in him. "i- i know i shouldn't have challenged you if i wouldn't be able to pay up but you can't-- you can't take them." desperate for an alternative option, he started glancing around and looking wherever he could for inspiration; his eyes managing to make their way down to the man's chest again; down to his bulge. "wait!" his eyes flicked back up to find the man's as he half listened to what he was saying about knowing there would be consequences for being bold enough to take on a man like him. "i could lend you my mouth. or-- or all of me. f-for the next twenty four hours..." now taylor had never made an offer like that before but he had heard rumors that some people did that when they lost, to get out of paying. then again, they could have just been rumors on some of the forums he read but right now he was hoping it was an actual option; or at least one the man would accept.
"did you just say your name was owen matthews?" this time the color in his face paled a bit as he realized just how out of his depth he was. while taylor might not have known the man's face, he had heard the man's name more than enough to know he should have just steered clear. "no, sir-- i didn't-- i didn't know that's who you were..."
"okay firstly, your ego is already like eight times too big, i wouldn't fluff it if you paid me. secondly, i'm just giving credit where it's due. there were so many things keeping me on my toes in that battle. you did good, too." a simple shrug of his shoulders at the other's answer. even if the smile that broke out soon after spoke volumes of the effects those words had on him.
while lucas seemed to be slowly coming to terms with the situation, declan hadn't been able to drag his eyes away from the other's shirtless body. not just because, well, lcucas was attractive on so many different levels it was hard to pick out exactly where to look... but also as the other had steped further forward, the rosy flush starting to cover more and more of him had come in to tehlight. was he... was that because of him?
he didn't have long to linger on it with the way the other was slowly shifting in closer, the warmth of lucas's bare skina gainst his own enough to cause the softst hitch in his breathing but he knew he needed to reign himsefl in. right now... right now this was his, right? all fo this right here. he pushed himself up after a moment, one hand already reaching out to quietly push it's way through lucas's hair before the other could pull away.
"i think you're long overdue somebody showing you what happens when you keep talking this big a game when you're just getting started." slowly, carefully, but with enough force to show what declan intended, he began to guide lucas's face fruther down, rather than getting rid of his boxers yet he instead shifted to drag his crotch against the other'sf ace. the growing firmness of his bulge pressed to flushed skin.
"that hardly seems fair," he batted back with a feigned, pouting tone followed by a soft, quiet laugh. "just because i'm good at what i do, really damn good, doesn't mean i don't deserve a little bit of a fluff and stroke." he teased, "you seem to like when i stroke yours." he was obviously still teasing about his friends ego and nothing else. "really, though, i'm proud of you dec-- and i'm not trying to sound like an ass here, okay? i think you have what it takes to win the champion title," and that was saying a lot since lucas, himself, had come very close a handful of times but never managed the win in the end. it's why he pushed himself to be such a tough gym leader. he wanted to keep people from realizing he couldn't be more.
groaning, the sound remarkably soft under his breath as he felt the other's hand find it's way into his hair, lucas tilted his head back to look up the expanse of declan's body-- to lock eyes with his friend-- as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as he smirked, playfully, up at the other. "yeah? is that what you think?" he challenged with an amused glint in his eyes as the blush on his skin hinted at how much he was liking this newfound confidence and control in declan. "you're going to put me in my place then?" another groaning breath escaped him as his friends hand urged him to turn his face down again, urged him to look at his own prize only to have declan drag his covered cock against lucas's face; taunting him with it as he pressed the hard, rigid girth up against his lips through the obnoxious fabric of his boxers. "dec..." lucas found himself moaning, almost whimpering, as the muscles in his back tensed; as his arms flexed as he pulled on the sheets to try and give himself so leverage so he could move down against him; so he could press his face against his bulge and breathe him in; so he could feel him against him again. "come on dec, you're not being fair." he whined under his breath, thinking he would be able to stop himself from begging-- which he was strangely close to doing-- if he deflected and accused declan of teasing him instead. "i'm just trying to hold up my end of the bargain, of the bet, and you're teasing me. do you want this or not?" it was an asinine question to ask, he could feel how much declan wanted this, but he was still holding onto his ego; he was still relying on that mouth of his to deflect from how vulnerable he felt in that moment; how eager; how desperate.
CHRIS HEMSWORTH Training for 'Extraction 3'
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raunchy action prompts ⓂⒺⓂⒺ
➫ [ 06.] sender and receiver have sex in a tent while camping, trying to stay quiet.
"i don't mind sharing if you don't," taylor teased, his voice soft as he looked over at jordan beside him. a pink, dusty blush had settled on his features as he chewed on his bottom lip for a moment, waiting for the other's answer, before turning back to look at their third friend between them; declan.
there was plenty of room in the boy's tent for each of them to have their own comfortable amount of space but after a few days of traveling around, battling with each other, and trying some drink taylor had heard about that he swore would be good the three of them had grown even closer, emotionally and physically, and one thing ultimately lead to another; the three of them had spent a decent portion of the night giggling and laughing between kissing and making out with each other while slowly stripping away at their clothes. now, they were all naked and declan was laid out on his back with jordan and taylor on either side of him; their attention more so on declan's erection than each other. moving closer, and dropping himself down, taylor gingerly wrapped his right hand around the base of declan's cock and gave the glans a few teasing swipes from his tongue. following suit, jordan moved into place on the other side of declan; moving closer and dropping down just like taylor had. teasingly biting into declan's thigh, he slowly trailed his way up with nips and kisses until his lips were pressed against the shaft of the other's length. taylor and jordan worked into a bit of an unspoken rhythm; one would focus on teasing the head and twisting a fist around the base of his length while the other licked and kissed at the girthy shaft and gently sucking on his declan's full balls. after a few minutes of playing with him like this-- of sharing him-- jordan pulled away.
bringing himself to lay next to declan, propping himself up on his left elbow, he reached over with his right hand to lazily draw with his finger on his friends chest as he looked down at him with loving, dreamy eyes. "you know you're my best friend, right?" they both were but jordan had always favored declan just a bit more, "declan--" rather than saying anything else, since they were supposed to be quiet in case any other people came down the route they were camping next too, as taylor took the initiative and took more of declan into his mouth, jordan leaned in and captured declan's lips in a pressed, heated kiss.
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➫ [18.] sender grips receiver's jaw and forces them to maintain eye contact.
dropping onto his knees after his humiliating defeat, taylor gently pulled his sylveon into his lap and cradled his partner pokemon for a moment before returning it to it's ball. people always told him he had a tendency to bite off more than he could chew but he had faith in his fairy team-- they had a pretty decent track record of wins-- but this time that wasn't enough. looking up as the man that easily beat his team approached, the younger trainers eyes settled on the man's package; which is probbaly one of the reasons why he'd lost, he'd been so distracted by the man and focused on the man's bulge, his arms, his chest, his rugged handsome face-- he focused on everything but the actual match. "i-i can't believe we lost..." he mumbled as the man stopped directly in front of him. "you did a--"
before he could finish his sentence, his words broke into a soft gasp as he felt the man grip at his jaw; and it wasn't a gentle grip. with his head forced back, a dusting of a pink blush spread over his cheeks as he gave his plump lips an absentminded lick, as he was forced to look up at owen and maintain eye contact. "you did a good job, sir, b-but i don't-- i don't have much money to give you for beating me. i have maybe ten pokemon dollars on me at the moment. maybe there's something else i can give you as your consolation prize instead?"
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☾ raunchy action prompts.
back again with more usfw prompts. mature audiences only; do not interact if you are a minor. add +reverse to reverse the roles. combine prompts by sending multiple at once. only use these prompts to portray consensual scenarios.
[01.] sender bends receiver over a desk and fucks them from behind.
[02.] sender presses receiver against a window and takes them from behind.
[03.] sender lifts receiver onto the kitchen counter and spreads their legs.
[04.] sender pulls receiver onto their lap in the backseat of a car, fogging up the windows.
[05.] sender fucks receiver against a wall, holding a leg up to support them.
[06.] sender and receiver have sex in a tent while camping, trying to stay quiet.
[07.] sender holds receiver steady against shower tiles, fucking them while hot water streams down their bodies.
[08.] sender pulls receiver into a mating press, folding them in half.
[09.] sender sits back and has receiver ride them reverse cowgirl.
[10.] sender pins receiver against a wall and fucks them in standing doggy position.
[11.] sender fucks receiver with their ankles on sender's shoulders.
[12.] sender and receiver have desperate sex in an expensive hotel room.
[13.] sender holds receiver tight as they bend them over a balcony late at night.
[14.] sender pushes receiver's face into the pillow while pounding them from behind.
[15.] sender fucks receiver with one arm wrapped around their neck in a loose headlock.
[16.] sender slaps receiver in the face.
[17.] sender holds both of receiver's wrists in one hand.
[18.] sender grips receiver's jaw and forces them to maintain eye contact.
[19.] sender hooks their fingers into receiver's mouth, forcing it open wider.
[20.] sender writes their name on receiver's skin with marker.
[21.] sender fucks receiver's throat until spit runs down their chin.
[22.] sender uses their fingers to muffle receiver's moans.
[23.] sender makes receiver count every thrust out loud.
[24.] sender forces receiver to thank them after every thrust/slap/hit.
[25.] sender holds receiver's jaw and makes them repeat "i'm yours" while buried inside of them.
[26.] sender leaves bruises on receiver's thighs from their tight grip.
[27.] sender manhandles receiver into a new position.
[28.] sender makes receiver grind against their shoe/boot.
[29.] sender keeps receiver on their knees with a boot between their thighs.
[30.] sender pulls receiver into the laundry room at a house party, barely drowned out by the blaring music.
[31.] sender fucks receiver in the club/bar bathroom, listening for footsteps just outside the door.
[32.] sender makes receiver watch themselves in the mirror while being fucked.
[33.] sender holds receiver's head back by the hair and lets a string of spit fall into their mouth.
[34.] sender grips receiver's hips and guides them to ride their thigh.
[35.] sender releases and reapplies pressure around receiver's neck as they edge closer to climax.
[36.] sender spanks receiver for their disobedience.
[37.] sender and receiver have aggressive hate sex.
[38.] sender accidentally says "i love you" during sex.
[39.] sender, fully clothed, fucks a naked receiver.
[40.] sender rips receiver's clothes while feverishly trying to undress them.
KIT CONNOR as Nick Nelson Heartstopper Forever (2026)
declan made sure to hold the other's gaze as he tried to talk his way out of the situation, making sure that his features remained somewhere between neautral and angry, before the grin broke across it. "i know, lucas, i was just fucking with you. i barely pulled through that win, if i'd had to bring him out earlier that fight would've gone so different."
sure, declan could have settled for just waiting on the sofa, but he'd tried to convince himself of the part where this could have been going beyond just... a lost bet. lucas had always been somebody he had something of a friendly rivalry with, but eve beyond that soemthing had felt a little different that night. charged in a way tht had him imagining a few different outcomes for how this went. the other reason to head for the bed, however, was kind of simple really.
he'd been on his feet or training like the whole day and had zero intentions of not spending the night here. may as well save himself some time and get ahead of the curve. he heard lucas's voice cutting through the quiet of the apartment, but it was something else entirely when the other walked in. he could feel those eyes lingering on him. flashing a bit of a grin when the other called him out
"I was thinking I wanted you right here, Luc." pushing himself up on to his elbows, he reached out to pat the space left between his thighs. "wanna watch you put that pretty mouth of yours to work now it isn't gonna be making cocky remarks the whole time. think you can do that?"
"you don't have to fluff my ego dude," laughing softly, lucas shook his head and offered a loose shrug of his shoulders. "you had a solid strategy at the end and i wasn't ready for it. you beat me fair and square," he was honestly proud of declan, not just because the other had managed to beat him but because he got to watch him get stronger and stronger as a trainer and really come into his own. "--but that is the last time you're beating me so don't get too used to the feeling."
he was going to offer to let declan stay the night even if they hadn't made this bet; it was already a bit late and though he wasn't going to admit it outright, lucas did enjoy having him around. seeing him like this though, on his bed in just his underwear-- looking up at him like that-- began to fill lucas with two very confusing feelings; one being the realization that he not only liked how declan looked in his bed, but that he could get used to having him there more often; two being the heat rising, dusting his cheeks and his shoulders in a soft rosy blush, as he came to terms with how good declan looked like this-- and how good declan always looked-- and how that made this feel like less of an outcome of their bet and more like something that they had been building up to for some time now. laughing softly at the other's tease, the tone of declan's voice causing the color on his cheeks and shoulders to darken, lucas let himself fall forward a bit to press his knees against the edge of the bed as the other patted the space between his thighs. "my pretty mouth, huh?" he questioned softly, his tone teasing, as he began to move forward; half on the floor as his knees sank down to settle on the plush carpet beneath his bed, half on the bed as he bent forward and draped himself over declan's legs and thighs; his own elbows digging into the mattress, set on either side of declan's knees so his legs were beneath his arms, as he propped himself up so he could still look up at his friend. "i know what my pretty mouth is capable of dec," he mused, his voice softening as he used his elbows on the mattress to pull himself closer so he could press his lips against the other's stomach; slowly kissing his way down declan's abdomen towards the waist of his underwear. "--but do you really think you can handle it? think you're enough to keep me from making cocky comments?"
