baeflame asked:
{ SMACK } --- his ass. with a wet towel.
💋👅❤️🔥 ---- Not for the weak hearted ; an assortment of sinday prompts for all your NSFW needs. Specify muse for multimuse blogs! Add + reverse, if needed!
@baeflame
Robert jumps as the wet towel cracks and echoes the silence of the tiled room with a resounding echo. He's dangerously close to spluttering and scrambling in an re-enactment of that prank z-team played on his computer. Luckily, he recovers, just in time and spins sharply in a half turn to find a particularly smug and antagonizing Flambae.
He knows saying anything will just fuel whatever power trip this is. That's when the epiphany strikes. Flambae wants to draw attention to himself. He wants Robert to look down, and comment on how his body looks when its not half-clad in a Guy Fieri-gimpsuit. Then Flambae will have license to comment on Robert's body in turn. Some chance to demean and degrade 'Teacher' or whatever.
He groans and turns his shit right back around. No escalation of hostilities today, thank you.
[ CAPTURED ] after catching them, sender straddles receiver on the ground. // @broarrow
✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄, pt. 1.( a collection of various dialogue + actionprompts centered around muses exploring kinks. feel free to adjust as desired. heavily mature content, dni with these prompts if you are under 18, & DO NOT use these prompts to portray non-consensual scenarios. )
Déjà vu, Robert thinks as Clint's imposing form looms over him and he descends like something inexorable. This is a memory is well-worn, fingers pressing and passing over it day by day like an heirloom. He's reveled in this. He's had wet-dreams to this.
The exciting part is the differences. Their clothes are different. Clint hasn't pinned him. His weight rests fully on Robert's hips this time, as if to forestall the mischievous gambit of the last time. And its not a warehouse, which he's conflicted about.
Still, it just adds to the buzz and the tension. The thrum in his veins, and the heat. He tries to thrust again, and its nearly impossible. His brown eyes are blown nearly to black as he stares at Clint... So fucking gorgeous... Blond hair tousled, blue eyes resolute and hungry. And he gets perverse thrill in the way Clint's broad shoulders blot out the light.
It's no loss to lose to someone like this. Again.
A chance for iteration. If he doesn't scare him off, that is.
"Clint," he says, voice a hoarse gravel pitch. "Would you pin my wrists and fuck my face if I asked?"
Anonymous asked:
[ SUBTLE ] our muses are cuddling, sender begins to feel up receiver and tease them. // @broarrow
leneemusing
SOME MORE SMUTTY MEMES
'We have to stop meeting like this Blue.' Little did Robert know how if not-fateful, but binding the words have come to be, because they're in yet another warehouse. This one is largely abandoned however- if you ignored a couple of cranes that have decided the roof was the perfect place to raise a new clutch.
Its dark and smells like rotting paper, but its safe and out of the way... and his mech happens to be hidden nearby, handy for a quick escape if need be.
"What are you doing?" Robert whispers as he feels a hand snake down his shirt to his bare belly and to the half hard cock drooping to one side over a puddle of his own seed.
The sweat hasn't even fully cooled. It's so soon that anything more can't possibly even feel good. But maybe its not about that... He's had moments himself, when he's stroked or cupped a lover afterwards- not to entice but to say 'This is mine. I did that.'
❝ i’ve never tried that before. but i want to, can we just take it slow? ❞
SOME MORE SMUTTY MEMES(always accepting) - @yoursdndispatcher
billyandhismultiples replied:
When it came to being intimate, Billy’s a switch, but usually the top with his partners; that’s his most comfortable, most familiar role and he thoroughly enjoyed it. But if his partner truly preferred that top role, he had no issue with switching or even being mainly a bottom depending on the situation. Overall, he was lenient in the bedroom and more often than not deferred preference to his partner. With Robert, it was no different, and the duplicator had no complaints whatsoever when it came to intimacy with him.
He did wonder though if the man would ever be open to switching it up—no pun intended; to trying out bottoming and letting Billy take on his usual top role instead, so he asked.
“I’ve never tried that before, but I want to. Can we just take it slow?”
It prompted a deeper conversation, one he was genuinely grateful that they ended up having. Not only because it discussed sexual boundaries, wants, and the like in more open detail, but it also showed where the two were at personally with one another in terms of trust and communication. That trust seemed true and firm, which made Billy eternally grateful and happy.
Though despite verbally agreeing and being open to testing this out, it still took a good effort from both parties, especially Robert, to physically get to that point, which of course Billy had no problem with. He just wanted to make sure he was as comfortable as he could be while also enjoying himself.
The duplicator had Robert laid on his back, warm lips currently trailing his inner thigh slowly, gently; there was no essence of rush, no pure heat behind his actions like their usual encounters, just a more soothing approach as his fingers brushed along the opposite inner thigh. It was a scenario of a different cadence, of turning him on in a soft way. He wanted to be as relaxed as he could, and of course Billy wanted the same for him, since this was new and unfamiliar territory for the other man. Robert even mentioned taking a gummy before this to help calm his nerves, which as long as it was to just to take the edge off and nothing more, he was totally fine with.
"Breathe. N’ don’t be ‘fraid ta tell me ta stop, okay?" Soft-voiced words exited Billy’s mouth, a mouth that now placed tender kisses along Robert’s half-erect cock, slowly, even lovingly. After a moment of giving this attention, he sat upwards, spreading the legs of the beautiful, nervous man before him as a now-lubed finger prodded at his entrance. Blue eyes traveled from there, back up to the other’s own, seeking approval and getting it with a nod.
Slowly pushing in, his finger disappeared within the warmness of him after a moment. He could feel the immediate tightness encompassing the slick digit, only to relax slightly as time continued. He could hear a small, different type of noise escape the man at the feeling, one that despite his nerves, still sounded so delightful. He could see the in-between expression on Robert’s face, one of unfamiliar feeling and hopefully new found pleasure.
"There ya go." Billy said with soft reassurance, pulling his finger back with the same slowness then repeating the motion for him. "Already doin’ so well with me." A low, sweet tone, with a warm smile given to his lover as his free hand caressed the soft skin of his thigh; a constant relaxing touch in a time of unfamiliarity.
"Anythin’ ya need, Robert. I’m here."
@billyandhismultiples
Robert had spent a good amount of time prior to that night just looking in the mirror, without really seeing into it. Eyes glazed over, feet on the cold tie, a ticking clock, the drip of a shoddy faucet. All those little things brought him back to the same two opposing thoughts.
First, he was scared shitless. No dressing up or shirking from that fact.
But second and more importantly... he trusted Billy. What's more, he liked Billy. A lot... Way more than he was even willing to acknowledge to himself in the cold solitude of his studio apartment. If this was going to happen with anyone, it might as well be someone he trusted so deeply. Someone he had a crazy abundance of sexual chemistry with. And someone he suspected, had quite a bit of experience in this.
Tonight, he was gonna let Billy top.
He took precautions, of course. He'd bought condoms and lube, and eschewed gay porn in favor of reddit threads and Q&A. He even bought some gummies, and strong ones. It'd take an hour or more for them to take effect. Well enough time for the short drive to Billy's place.
The time had gone so fast... Before he knew it, he was enjoying Billy's company again. Letting himself just have a good time talking to him like they usually did. It was easy to forget their talk, and their grand plans for later until the time was upon them. Luckily he was starting to feel the effects of the gummies, and a few beers... as well as the familiar, tactile heat and buzz of Billy's mouth and hands in all the right spots.
Breathe. N’ don’t be ‘fraid ta tell me ta stop, okay? Billy asked in a tone Robert had never heard him use before. He nodded and forced himself to breathe... the first one was hardest. The clod of air felt like a physical obstruction until the exhale cleared it out and eased the way for subsequent breaths. He nodded and waited, feeling Billy's finger slide inside him.
Inside him. Billy was inside him. Not his cock, of course, but.... still, the knowledge of it was .... something... The breathing which had once been pained and halting now came faster and higher in pitch... a near silent keening took over as Robert lay his head back down, alternating between closing his eyes and staring at the ceiling as sensations flooded him. The tight stretch of his opening gradually loosening and accepting the width of Billy's fingers by degrees. The flutter of kisses on his half hard cock that made it twich like an overeager pet starved for affection. He covered his face as Billy paused to praise him and swallowed. Just a momentary pause... He waited and felt his body relax again as if reacting and melting to the rhythms of Billy's motions.
"More..." he said breathlessly and swallowed again. "I mean... I'm ready for more," he clarified.
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@rcliicta (you asked for 1- have several)
The woman sure knows how to weaponize her looks. She knows how stupid- how very stupid men are too. God damn it, but she’s absolutely right.
There’s no way Robert can look at her and not fight a losing war between ogling her or looking her in the eyes. The low exposed cleavage and zipper that extends all the way down.. just invites the imagination to tug. His mouth actually waters as he imagines doing so with his teeth.
And once the length of the zipper's path is spent?
What would he find? He's more than certain there's nothing underneath. Not even panties, if no panty lines exist.
🔥"So, what are your 'no-gos', kink or situation wise? What are some instant shut downs for you?"
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"Quite a few...
The biggest that come to mind are feet.( He doesn't understand feet, but he does get turned on when women wear high heels) even if it means already tall women tower over me even more- which I'm not opposed to by any means...
Spitting, Rimming, and Ballgags.
I've spit on my cock in a desperate moment when there hasn't been lube, but I would never spit down someone's open mouth or have that done to me. Another thing I'm not sure I want to understand. Also, I just missed the whole boat on rimming.
And ball gags or any kind of gags ... why? One of my favorite things is hearing what my partner likes. I love it when they praise what I'm doing. I love when they get bossy. I love hearing their excitment. Its how we make it better. Not to mention the gag ruins the point of having a safe word. I'm gonna yuck everyone's yum and say they're stupid."
(ooc - runner up the misues of the words "Daddy" and "Mommy". Gross)
dreadofred asked:
“We really shouldn’t have done that.” ☠
@dreadofred
The words hit Robert like a slap, but as he lay there- dazed and spent- staring at the ceiling- he was inclined to agree.
"No one has to know," he concluded. He turned on his side to look at Jason at last. Not like they had anyone to tell, and who would even care? He had a feeling it would make the otherwise enigmatic man feel a little better.
[ SUBTLE ] our muses are cuddling, sender begins to feel up receiver and tease them. // from Echo
@macabrehunter
He knew the touches and cuddling were a mistake. He had told himself he was just being a comfort... and being comforted in turn. Echo displayed a sincere need for connection... Protection. That wasn't what gnawed at Robert.
It was the innocence of the other man.
"That's not.." He rose and gently pushed Echo's arm away. He was taking advantage. No way was this not a transactional act in Echo's mind.
"You can stay however long you want. You don't have to do anything like that in return..."
