#thread; rictor

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open to: it’s pretty obvious if you read the thing, but basically bottoms (some amount of beef preferred) [CLOSED] connections: one-night stand, lovers, colleagues, friends (w benefits), enemies (potential n*n/d*b-con?), w/e, taboo welcomed plot: what plot lmao. literally based on this. verse: modern, sci-fi (he’s a mechanic/secret agent), fantasy (he’s warrior mage)

Rictor’s grin is sly as he looks up at the man on top of him, riding him. “You feel that?” He pulls the other male down by the hands gripping their hips, forcing them to sit nicely on his stomach, balls slapping against the other’s ass as Rictor sheathes himself deep in the tight heat. “Feels lovely doesn’t it.” He doesn’t thrust, doesn’t move his hips; content just using his upper body strength in pulling the man up and down again on his cock. The motion is slow when he lifts, but wickedly fast on the downward force. “Fucking you full? Opening you up?”

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@himbosfandom​ [from here | starter]

Nolan had accompanied his father to his mechanic taller that day, since there were not so many customers and so much work that day. His father and he decided to kill time in another way. Nolan rose and fell on the man’s big thick cock as he moaned. — Yes, daddy,— He answered as he felt the man’s balls against his ass with each thrust, tightening his hole around his father’s cock, and he smiled between moans. 

— It feels amazing, daddy — Nolan with his hands caressed his pectorals and the man’s abdomen while he let Rictor handle his body at will of him, releasing soft moans, he loved how he fucked him slowly but quickly and with force as the same time. — Fuck … Yeah, do you like the way my pussy feels, daddy? Am I a good girl? — The twink knew his father liked that and honestly Nolan was just as turned on when his father treated him like a girl.

Anyone could walk in and find him fucking his son. A customer looking for a service, a stranger asking for directions. But truthfully, he didn’t care, not with the sounds his baby girl was making as he filled Nolan up with his rigid tool. “Yes Nolan, you’re such a good girl for daddy. Letting him fuck your pretty pussy whenever he wants to.” Honestly with how often he was entering the boy, it might as well have become an actual cunt at this point. “Bet you’ll let him fuck you in the streets if he wanted to huh?”

How did he ever get so lucky? His son worshipped him and in return Rictor worshipped his son. “You think you could help daddy out? His hands are getting tired from holding you up.” That was a complete lie, but the mechanic just wanted to see Nolan ride him like his life depended on it, wanted Nolan to be the one doing all the work now. So he sat there, hands leaving the boy’s supple body, letting his son fall back onto his dick.

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@savethcday​ [from here | starter]

Rictor was big. Fuck. Dick could feel him all the way up to his stomach or something. He rolled his hips on that cock though, as if he wanted it even deeper. “Fuck.” He let out between moans, looking over at the handsome fucker. “Damn full, yeah. Shit man.” He gasped, chuckling as he put both hands on Rictor’s chest, getting some stability. God knows he needed it. That cock moving up, hitting his spot - yeah, it was making Dick see stars. “Fucking loosening my hole for your cock. You’re so fucking big.” He let out a happy cry, stopping his movements to just let his hole clench around the girth of that big thing.

Rictor had met Dick, or rather Agent 37 as he went by at the time, back when they were both in Spyral. Over time, their professional relationship had transformed into something more physical, maybe a little emotional — if they were even willing to explore that. With the lives they both led, it probably wasn’t the best course of action to take... and they knew it. And so that’s where they found themselves in again, or rather who Rictor found himself in again.

The secret agent flexed his pecs when Dick grasped onto them, wanting the other man to feel his thick muscles even as he pulled Dick down back on his engorged member. Dick wasn’t a small man by any means, and constantly lifting him up and down would certainly take a toll on his energies but he’d enhanced it with his magic before all this began; so when he spoke the next words, he meant it. “Damn Grayson, I could fuck you like this all day.” Rictor tilted his hips up, trying to get even deeper — even as the man clenched around him like a vice grip. “Core your cunt out and breed it full.” So full that he’ll be feeling it for days, that he’ll be constantly leaking with no end in sight.

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@svnliqhts​ [from here | starter]

cooper couldn’t help the low moan that forced its way out of his throat - he couldn’t, not when rictor was hitting him just right. it seemed like with every hard thrust cooper was breathing out and trying not to moan - but oh, it was hard not to. he’d occasionally try shifting his hips, testing rictor and if the other would let him do anything. he absolutely hated this - he hated anything that left him with zero control. one hand had shifted to start roaming the others chest - if he couldn’t do anything else he’d settle for this. “aren’t you going to - fuck — to let me do any work?” cooper asked with a ever so slightly annoyed tone. it felt better than it should, though it was probably an added factor of rictor using his own strength to fuck him. irritated or not, he was still kind of turned on. not even just kind of turned on, he was finding himself stifling moans more and more.

Cooper was more into it than Rictor would have expected. "Patience baby boy.” Really, while he knew that his brother’s son was difficult, he did not expect him to be so hard to train. “Your daddy knows you’re secretly a slut for his brother’s dick?” Even though he’d basically forced his nephew onto his cock, his nephew’s insistence of wanting to move, wanting ‘to do the work’ as he called it, was very telling indeed.

This whole thing happened because the younger man had been restless and could hardly follow his instructions, as such Rictor decided that this was the best course of action. He had him sit there and take it so he'll learn some patience, so he’d learnt to give up control. Fighting was all about patience and if Cooper couldn’t get that into his head, he might just die during a fight because of it. Rictor stopped all movement suddenly, holding Cooper halfway on his length. “Tell me Cooper, how long have you craved a dick up your ass? How long have you craved my dick up your unbroken pussy? I’ve seen the way you look at me. Is this why you couldn’t concentrate?”

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@sentuarie continued from here

        Felipe wasn’t just eager to prove that he wasn’t weak—he was eager in general. Not dignifying the man with a vocal answer, he slowly crawled towards him on all fours. The other was right, his body wasn’t used to being fucked all night long, and he was a mess. But here he was, nuzzling at his cock until he started lapping at his balls. Felipe took the man’s hand and placed it on the back of his head, and then dragged his tongue along the hardening mast, looking up into the man’s eyes. He didn’t need to answer.

An appreciative hum escaped his lips, one that turned into another moan. Rictor’s hand found purchase in Felipe’s hair, tugging on it roughly to pull him back before smouldering the other’s face with his hard member. “That eager to prove yourself huh kid? Ya want ya reward that badly?” He was immensely glad that Felipe had responded to his taunt, trying to — and doing a damned good job of proving that he was indeed ready for more with such alacrity. Even after fucking multiple loads into the other sorcerer, Rictor himself didn’t show much signs of slowing down — magic clearly was helping his refractory period, that and because he’d chosen to fuck with time before.

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@clusterfuckclub​ [from here | starter] 

He couldn’t see. He couldn’t speak. But he could feel.

Pain radiated from between his legs, from a place he had never expected to be touched by another man. But if the pain was one, the shame was ten. Andrew was a priest, and here he was, his body desecrated. A piece of fabric, torn from his coat, covered his eyes. A gag, a hard leather ball, kept him him speaking, allowing only drool and unintelligible words to spill out. His hands, bound to his ankles, and ankles to thighs. His ample cock, stuffed into a tiny metal sheath. There was no resisting the mage, who had lifted him into the air, and only when he felt the hard rod pressing against his hole, Andrew realized what he was in for. Oh, how he had struggled, but magic kept him still, and gravity dragged him down.

Then he was used like a simple whore, a warm cunt for the other’s cock. Ashamed and in pain, Andrew tensed, unaware that it would only made the intrusion hurt more, and at the same time, giving the man more pleasure. Pitiful whines dripped from his gagged lips, cascading down his chest, highlighting the rippling muscles of his torso. Deep down inside, he was thankful for the gag, for were it not there, Andrew wouldn’t sure what how long he would have before he fold, begging, pleading the man to stop, to let him go. A priest wouldn’t beg, but right now, Andrew was but a man, violated.

Victory was sweet, that was true. But there was nothing better than the spoils of victory, nothing better than breaking in a man. That was much sweeter than any win in battle. Defeating your opponent so utterly, breaking them even as they fell in battle, as their countrymen fell in battle was nothing compared to this. This wasn’t just a reward. This was his right, this was their right as victors.

The man was a priest. Was. Now he was nothing but a warm hole for him. For Rictor to use, to abuse. To ruin. He was tight now, something that would make sense since he’d been a virgin just hours before, but that would all change once Rictor was done with him. Maybe he’d even let his fellow comrades have a go, share his new toy. And honestly, it was pathetic. A priest reduced to this drooling mess while a cock rearranged his guts. The mage hadn’t even bothered with the other’s name, he didn’t need one and Rictor didn’t need to call him anything other than what he was now: a slave, a whore.

Rictor continued to bring the man down on him, whispering sweet nothings like he would to a lover, “That’s it.” The slave was all trussed up like a turkey, completely bound, senses deprived from the gag to the blindfold, such that the only thing the man would feel was how he was being used like a fleshlight, “You’re making me feel almost as good as I’m making you feel now.” His hand went to the slave’s caged member, flicking it with a finger, wondering when (and not if) he could get him to start leaking as Rictor fucked his pussy. And then the other tightened, whining as he did so. It felt like heaven. “Learning your place so damn quick, working your pretty vestal cunt around my thick cock like you can’t get enough.”

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@raunchyraunchywhores​ [from here | starter]

Miles let out a prolonged gasp as Rictor’s length fully entered his hole, going deep inside his insatiable hole as he was riding the other male. As those powerful arms controlled the pace, he let himself enjoy the feeling of being full with the man’s cock. He can feel the heavy balls slapping against his hairy, plump ass, his own cock bouncing with each movement. “It feels amazing.” he grunted before he was slowly lifted, before being slammed down onto the member. His muscles bouncing as his skin collided again and again with Rictor’s. “Open me up huh? Planning to put something even bigger inside me?” he groaned out with heavy panting as he made the tight heat squeeze around the man’s member.

Miles grew up to be a fine young man, all voluptuous muscle and a damn fine piece of ass. A fine piece of ass of that he was currently having the pleasure of fucking. As his father, Rictor was proud. Proud of how he’d grown. Proud of how his son was taking his cock. So. Damn. Well. But Rictor wanted more, wanted to completely wreck him, wanted to fill him so full. The man pulled one hand away from the other’s hip, confident in Miles’ ability to hold his own weight. He held his cock by the base with a finger against the length of his member as Miles sunk down onto him again, stretching him even wider. “Maybe? Something like my fist.” His tone a mixture of lustful and cheeky, certain that Miles would definitely be able to handle it with some prep. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? Your pussy gaping wide as I fist you?”

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@multipackers​ [from here | starter]

Admittedly, the circumstances could’ve been more ideal. Barney didn’t think he would ever have to see Rictor again after that little kidnapping sitch however long ago. It wasn’t the first time he’d ever been abducted on a job, and because of his expertise in getting out of such scenarios, it wouldn’t have been the last. He just didn’t think it would happen with Rictor, specifically, again.

And again. And again. And again…

It’s like Barney wanted to be captured at this point. Not that Rictor had to actually put any effort there. Nowadays it was just as simple as putting in a glorified booty call to the other man.

Barney really hated himself.

“Shuddup–” he grunts, hating how Rictor taunted him like this when they fucked. (At least, Barney thought he hated it.) But goddam, that dick filled him so good. Barney hadn’t bottomed in forever before Rictor. And now that’s all he wanted to do with him. Take every last inch of that cock and then some. But he didn’t want to be subject to Rictor’s mercy if they were going to do this.

With a forceful huff, Barney pins Rictor’s arms above his head, flexing the juicy muscle that Barney could spend hours worshipping if he really wanted. “I said shuddup—” Barney growls, looking dead into Rictor’s eyes as he fucked himself down onto Rictor’s dick with harder, deeper thrusts, setting the pace of their sex.

“This is only happening again because I made it happen. Don’t make me change my fucking mind—”

Barney was trying to display his own brand of machoism, taking back control of the whole situation. But there was some sort of irony to be found in the other agent’s words, since Rictor must be doing something right; if Barney’s constant repeated appearance was anything to go by. He wouldn’t keep coming back for more if he didn’t actually love the treatment. Macho man like him, seemed rare that anyone would dick him down good, if ever. “Keep telling yourself that, doll.”

After all, Rictor had intended to kill Barney, after he saw no informational use from him... and yet they were both still here. Again.

His dead husband wouldn’t approve of anything he was doing, especially not this toxic relationship — but then again, he wasn’t here now was he? Arms locked between Barney’s hands, Rictor grinned, “Someone’s missing our bondage sessions hmmm?” Did he want to fight Barney off? No. Doesn’t mean he couldn’t pretend to put up a bit of a struggle. Doesn’t mean he couldn’t fuck up into the man’s warm channel, feeling the velvet walls clamp down on his cock as they met hip to hip. The growl sent a little jolt of arousal through his whole body, and honestly in another life, maybe Rictor would even have been attracted to it like a normal person in a normal relationship... not whatever they had.

“Wouldn’t be here if you didn’t crave my cock in your pussy.” As if to break down the very notion of masculinity and the fight of dominance, but especially to rile the other up ever more.