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friendly reminder that even if i take ages to reply, i still want to roleplay with you
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Christopher Saint | Titan Men's Eye Contact
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// disclaimer since i'm doing a lot of clint threads
it's not bad writing! i can use other expletives! he just says "fuck" a lot it's one of my hc for him
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m/m 12 clint
accepted! | usfw gif prompts | m/m 12
"Oh fuck, just like that, man." Clint moaned loudly, toned body shivering and squirming, pushing himself against Eric's tongue as the man worked his hole. The vigilante had his leather pants pushed down and around his knees, limiting his movement while leaving his ass fully exposed. His black and purple jacket was still on, though zipped half-way down, hairy chest just peeking out.
The warm wetness of Eric's tongue felt incredible, the man's beard kept tickling him in just the right spot that made his hole wink against those lips. "Stick that tongue in there, get it nice and wet 'cause you're gonna fuck me next." Clint said, turning around to grab the back of the man's head and push it harder between his cheeks.
He knew he shouldn't be doing this, especially while wearing his hawkeye costume. A part of him was afraid Eric would recognize his clothes, even though he was still just an underground vigilante – but the rush of getting tongue fucked by this guy while spoke louder as he arched his back, letting out moan after moan. "Fucking hell, you're good."
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Clint could count at least four things he would rather be doing on a Saturday night instead of following some grunt in a rubber tracksuit, and all of them required staying at home. Hawkeye usually wasn't one to bother with "small fish", but he'd been following the grunt for the past week trying to catch the group he worked for, and it was finally time to catch them as he watched the man disappear into an alley, look around to make sure he wasn't being followed (heh) and walk in through a gate guarded by the biggest man he had ever seen, wearing leather from head to toe – another grunt, no doubt. Clearly, he wasn't getting inside through the front door.
Onto plan B: breaking in through the bathroom window. Clint found the window unlocked, making it easy for him to simply stash the retractable bow into a hidden pocket inside the leg of his hawkeye suit, and slide right in through the wide opening, landing softly and silently onto the bathroom tile.
The window led to one of the stalls. He could hear and feel loud music outside, made even louder and annoying by his hearing aid. The stalls further from the door seemed to be occupied, but other than that, the room was empty as he walked out of the stall and sneaked out of the bathroom and into the main building, where he now stood like a deer in headlights. The building was dark, clearly an old factory that had been repurposed, with dim spotlights flashing all kinds of colors, but mainly circling back to red. There were crowds of people – men, most of them shirtless, wearing the most revealing outfits made out of leather and rubber, bodies rubbing against each other around some sets of stages where other naked men danced inside cages, their sweaty bodies moving in a way that had captured the vigilante's full attention. His uniform pants – which were also made of leather, conveniently making him blend right in with the crowd – suddenly felt tighter, cock chubbing up as he watched the show. Oh, I fucked up. he thought, clearly having stumbled somewhere he should not be.
Clint quickly made his way back to the bathroom and into the stall he came in from. The blonde was about to climb back through the window when he heard the restroom door open and close, and soon after, someone's hard cock pushing through a round opening at the side of the stall he hadn't even noticed until now. Clint stared at it silently, not knowing what to do; he couldn't jump out now without being caught, nor could he leave the stall, and he could feel his leather trousers tightening up even more around him as the chub in his briefs had become a full erection while he kept staring. "Fuck," he said out loud, voice muffled by the loud music. He couldn't fight it anymore, and he didn't want to. Falling to his knees, gloved hand grabbed the base of the stranger's cock. "Fuck, you're huge." It was still half-soft, and Clint wondered what it looked like fully hard. Licking his lips, he stroked the shaft until a bead of precum formed at the lip. "Fuck it." the vigilante lapped at the precum, licking the tip and enjoying the salty taste, then wrapped his lips around it, letting it fill his mouth as he went down until his nose touched the stall and then back, letting go of it with a wet "pop", a string of slobber hanging between his bottom lip and the cockhead. "and tasty, too. You taste fucking good." The vigilante had never been on a glory hole, but he knew damn well how to suck dick.
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The club couldn't have been more perfect for what the man needed right now. Brennan had been more pent up than usual with the start of the new semester rolling around which left him significantly less time to practice his self-care that he oh so loved to do. Needless to say, he'd nearly been walking around with a permanent tent in his pants with how needy he'd become, and that only meant one thing: a binge. It wasn't something he liked doing often as he knew once he got in that environment it was more like a drug to him than anything else, but he didn't have much other choice.
As he wandered around, masquerade mask over his face just in case anyone recognized him in full but not covered enough that if you looked, you'd notice. Besides, everyone else had one on, so why not? He grabbed a few people as he walked through, shameless touches or gropes met with returns, but nothing to start with. The closest thing he could see was, well... a glory hole, right in the open with no one in it. What better way to go about it?
He pulled out his cock, half hard as he pushed it through the hole just waiting. At this point he didn't care who helped him. He just needed help.
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tcnebris · 2 months
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// just had to go through so much porn on my likes trying to find a specific non-porn post from weeks ago
but i gotta say my taste is 🤌
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Tobias would never say he missed living in Seattle – he left the city and the SPD under complicated reasons. Going back home in Middle of Nowhere, USA, and having to squat on his twin brother's couch until he "got back on his feet" was, however, mortifying; the werewolf cop hadn't seen Monty in over six years, and the two brothers hadn't lived together since they were teens sharing a bedroom before his brother went off to college and Tobias joined the force.
One thing he did miss about the pacific northwest though: at least the weather in Seattle didn't feel like a hundred and fucking twenty degrees. "Seriously, are you not hot?" Tobias asked from the kitchen, making his way back to the living room where he plopped down on the couch next to his brother. He could already feel the sweat stains starting to form where his thighs met the faux-leather. "Feels like I'm in an oven. Is it just me?"
He could feel beads of sweat forming on his temples and collecting on his neck and armpit hairs, t-shirt clinging to his skin, which was starting to feel increasingly warmer and... sensitive? The way the moist fabric was rubbing on his chest and back felt off, like how it does when you have a fever, except he wasn't sick. It felt kinda good, actually, in a weird way. "Dude, how come you're not even sweating? Am I just being a bitch after living in cold weather for so long?"
Even as the "symptoms" continued increasingly show, for now Tobias remained oblivious to what was really going on: the werewolf was entering his heat, and soon would be desperate to put out the fire he was starting to feel.
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tcnebris · 2 months
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// what if,, i add derek luh as kade (kate) bishop to my muse list
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Every rep let a brain cell burn and the muscles grow. Let your old self melt away, your inhibitions turn to sweat, and anxiety fuel each curl and deep grunts. You thought you might stop when you had a decent pump, fit but not mindless, but thinking is harder now. The rush is too good. You like what you see and you want more. Bigger, stronger, dumber, hotter, you want it all now. So don’t stop. Curl those biceps, flex that chest, grunt and sweat and grow.
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tcnebris · 3 months
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𝚄𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂
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