Varka letting you tie his hands behind his back with a scarf so you can be in control. Sits against the heaboard and looks real smug and teases you about how he could easily break free. Goes completely silent and wide-eyed the moment you try to sink down on his cock while leaning back to let him have a good view of where he's disappearing into you. Varka not even getting the chance to tear the flimsy fabric holding his hands before his cock is pulsing and his release is flooding into you.
make out sessions on the couch but it ends up with aizawa's large and heavy body towering over shinsou as the kisses turn sloppy because hitoshi can't stop himself from drooling when he starts to feel small but that's okay because daddy will take care of him ♡
not on anon but i ship you with me <33 if i had to pick a character i could lwk see you with bunny from blue lock, because he’s unsettling in the way you like it… i think
fuck everyone else i want only you ‹𝟹
BUNNY?! first hugo now bunny???? i see you still wish to torture me today :( the big bitches be lurkin' nd stalkin' my ass like a tiny bunny they want to sink their teeth into (i can take em both)
edit: leave my taste for peculiar, eerie men outta this! 🫵🫵🫵
asking him if those muscles are just for show—bulky and useless. to having your face crammed into the pillows as he shows you precisely how much stronger he is than you :)
pussy jobs with a man twice your size; hands pressing your hips hard into the mattress, so that way there's no escape from the ruthless rutting of his hips between your soaked, sloppy lips
Imagine joining an online chatroom because you struggle meeting people in real life, but god do you want to lose your virginity, right?
Most of the men you meet aren't all that interesting, but there's this one guy...fucking hilarious, witty, a bit dry. His chat name might be "deadmeat" but by the pictures he sends it's anything but.
Deadmeat: thought of you again, bloody mess. Can't wait to have you.
The picture attached is his usual, hard cock covered in at least two previous loads, tip flushed pink and wanting. The calloused, tattooed hand it's cradled in is what drew you in initially. Most folk in the chat room were...well...gifted in size, and as fun as it is to imagine you can hardly manage two fingers on a good long day.
But this man? Perfect fit. About the width of his palm, fingers easily wrapping around. Not small by any means, but definitely not heart-stopping in a bad way.
You: just a few more days. Got the motel booked?
You make sure it's safe, of course you do. Swapping photos together in anticipation for the day.
Deadmeat, or ghost as he requested you call him now, is...a little different than you expected. Tall, for one, nearly brushing his head on the top of the doorframe when you nervously unlock the motel room.
You don't quite realize the breath of your mistake until you and ghost are half undressed in bed and you slip a hand under his waistband. You slide you hand along the soft hair at his base, wrap your hand over it and—
...no. no way.
The amusement on ghosts face as you frantically shove his pants down and pull out his dick is palpable. Holy shit, he's massive. You're a few centimeters shy of wrapping your hand around him, not to mention the length.
You swallow thickly, glance up at him.
The fucker has the audacity to chuckle, reaching down to wrap his impossibly large hands around his dick, give himself a few pumps "well? Everything you were expecting? Don't worry, i can make it fit."
Imagine ghost coming up to you out of nowhere, completely ignoring the conversation you and gaz were having, to hold out his hand expectantly "let me see yer hand."
You watch, slightly mortified, as ghost takes your hand and presses it to his palm. The tips of your fingers hardly reach the middle of his. You never thought ghost would be the kind of person to do this, mentally preparing for some sexual remark about how much bigger he is right in front of your teammates.
Instead he states bluntly "I could crush your windpipe with one hand. Would be easy, too."
...What the fuck. That...that should not make you as flustered as it does. You're too busy thinking about what ghosts hand around your neck would feel like to even notice the disgusted look gaz shoots you both.
(its long so get ready...messy messy messy and so much cum-)
a bead of sweat trickles down the back of your neck. its pleasantly cold in the lab so you wonder why you're beginning to sweat. maybe you do know why its happening however you just don't have enough evidence to prove it. staring at the sample of the plant placed a few feet away. hastily thrown in a glass container, and kept at a distance away from you.
you're so zoned out, you don't hear the lab door open with a loud hiss. dropping your book on the floor as a familiar voice whispers breathily in your ear.
"what's gotten you so worked up" and you physically jerk away, yelping with fright before the expression on your face shifts to a more annoyed one. "what the fuck sully" cursing him. watching him leave your side to lurk around all the samples. you get a weird sensation in your stomach the second he moves away. almost like you're missing him, when he's literally right there and you mentally slap yourself.
"where'd you get that from?" jake's posture is stiff and his index pointing at the bioluminescent plant you had stashed away. "...from somewhere out there" and his eyebrows furrow before he runs his fingers over the glass. "its an aphrodisiac. they taught me about it. its generally sown into their clothes or necklaces. and its pretty damn strong apparently. one small whiff and you're done." you're listening intently. a wave of fear and uncertainty runs down your spin. how could you possibly tell him what had happened when you were alone and transferring it.
"...what's the way to get rid of the effects?" you find yourself asking, pretending its for research when it really isn't.
"mating. sex. thats the only cure cause its highly potent and guess what.." jake turns around, giving you an unexplainable look which makes your legs jelly. "na'vi cum contains everything needed to cut the effects in one shot."
and you gulp, terrified as you feel yourself get sweatier. breath quickening. lower stomach aching. bombarded with all this new information.
jake stays around for sometime, telling you everything he's learnt over the past few days. but your eyes wander to his lithe frame. silently drooling at the hard muscles that flexed. he notices your stiff reserved movements. "don't worry so much. as long as you didn't breath any of that in. you're good, sweetheart " heat ignites within you at the petname.
your mind flashing back to how an unusual powder flew up into the air as soon as your hand made contact with the purple leaves. the spores entering your mouth as you cough. strong scent flooding and overpowering your senses. vision going blurry at the edges before you hurriedly packed it up. and thats how you ended up so far away from that monstrous plant.
...
you wake up in the middle of the night, shivering. body freezing and you bundle yourself in blankets. hiding your face in your pillow when you realise how hard you're squeezing your thighs together. panties sticking uncomfortably to your core. everytime you close your eyes, beyond-pornographic images flash through.
first, it was a blurred figure fucking you. then, it progressed into that same figure, skin blue while it ate you out hungrily. and the turning point was the last dream.
the blurry figure finally coming into focus and your eyes shoot open. its jake. you think its wrong. feeling even more worse as slick pools between your legs at the mere thought of him. soaking the material of your panties. "oh god, please what the hell" you murmur desperately.
struggling to breath as your body reacts to the uncontrollable thoughts. cunt beginning to ache as you dream of jake's body weight grounding you. his fingers pushing knuckle deep into your pussy. his massive length fucking right up into you. so big compared to you. instead of scaring you, it only turns you on further. imagining that cocky grin on his face.
and you will yourself to lay back down and not do anything until dawn. right now the best thing to do is ride it out and see what happens.
it does not get better. infact its gotten ten times more intense by early morning. you think you're going to die if you don't have something ramming between your thighs. you wince, practically crawling towards your locked door when the others inform you that they are leaving and will be back late evening.
vaguely you hear a loud knock on the see through glass. and in your blurry vision, your body reacts before your eyesight. its jake and he's excitedly trying to get your attention. dressed in his flying gear. the sight of him triggers something primal within. hitting you with scorching hot arousal. skin tingling and legs buckling as you fall to the ground.
the avatar's hand drops, replaced with worry. sprinting to the lab. and in moments jake is crouched above you. a large palm cradling your cheek. "hey look at me. keep your eyes open" his voice floods your ears and you whimper into his touch. cunt beginning to drool profusely. "i knew it. figured it out yesterday from the scent i got off of you" jake sounds like he's scolding you and it makes tears well up in your eyes.
you don't know why you're on the verge of crying. its just the proximity offers you a millisecond of sweet relief. "fuck me" you plead, pawing at whatever part of him is closest.
"please fuck me" and jake visibly shudders. still holding your face tenderly. "i will, baby. i'll do anything to make you feel better..these things though can affect your decisions -" and you cut him off. "i like you. from a stupid marine in a wheelchair to a giant blue alien. i've always liked you so please.. please give it to me"
and that seems to work. he shuts you up. gasping, his tongue licking into your mouth. his hands tugging off the hunting accesories adorning his upper torso. gripping his biceps and shoulders to get him even closer. whining needily at how it doesn't feel like he's touching you enough. "sh shhh i got you, i got you"
you tug at his wide wrist, using all your strength to pry to his hand downwards. all the way to your covered cunt and you moan as he palms over your mound. dwarfing you completely. his hand is warm and deliciously heavy. your hips lifting up to chase the sensation. "j-jake please" you whine and the avatar fumbles.
nodding breathlessly, pulling away to sit back up. taking your shirt off you and his gaze falls on your tits. instinctively squeezing and groping at them while his other hand swiftly and impatiently rips your panties off. the show of strength has you writhing.
"oh fuck. your pussy's so wet" jake groans, mouth hanging open as he circles your clit once and you're cumming. whimpering so loud and the hand that gropes your chest flys down to undo his tewng. his finger pushes past your folds with no resistance. and when he thrusts in another, the stretch has you delirious and on the verge of a second orgasm.
"in. please, inside" you're crying. heart swelling at the size of his dick. watching impatiently as he wraps his hand around the wide girth. his ears flicking back.
its bigger compared to your lewd dreams. so much bigger and thicker. imagine how deep he'd go. prominent veins along the shaft. heat licking at the pit of your stomach. your body moving on its own. spreading your legs open. "jake" you whine pathetically. "i'll fill you up. i'll make it better. you just lay there and look pretty, babygirl" his hips thrusting forward, hissing at the filthy way your cunt greedily swallows his tip.
the pain of the stretch is non existent and you're gratefully to that stupid plant. its rendered you dumb, pliant and so incredibly horny. he curses as he pushes in all the way. nodding at you reassuringly as he ruts into your sopping cunt. "i'll give you all my cum, baby...you're gonna be okay" his hands lift your hips off the floor, the position has you cumming for the second time. spasming and sobbing out his name.
"breed me please sully" you gasp, begging for him to fill you up. its the only thought in your fucked-out brain. the avatar smashes his lips on yours, fangs biting down on your bottom lip.
moaning into your mouth when you tug at his hair, messing it up. unknowingly scratching at the base of his kuru and his eyes roll back. hips stuttering and with one final hard thrust, hot hot warmth floods your insides. "holy shit, babygirl" he groans, thrusting his cum deeper. your jaw hanging open at the sensation you were dying for all night long.
goosebumps rising on your skin at how theres so much spilling past your folds and creaming at the base of his dick yet theres so much in you. "jake" you call out softly, the effects wearing off torturesly gradual. his tongue comes out to lick the salty tears staining your cheeks. he drives his dick deeper, rolling his hips lightly.
"m'right here sweetheart"
.
the next day, jake's all over you. wearing his scent on your skin. he's fucked you thrice in the last 24 hours. and his reasoning is always the same. "we just gotta make sure it's all out of your system, babygirl" when really.. you both know he can't get enough of breeding you full of him.
