hit it hard

bold   —   applies always. italic   —   applies sometimes.

INCLINATIONS   /   HABITS.

is submissive   |   is dominant   |   prefers to top   |   prefers to bottom   |   likes to switch   |   identifies as heterosexual   |   identifies as homosexual   |   identifies as bisexual   |   identifies as pansexual   |   identifies as demisexual   |   identifies as asexual   |   enjoys sex with men   |   enjoys sex with women   |   enjoys sex with multiple people at one time   |   initiates   |   waits for partner to initiate   |   spits   |   swallows   |   prefers sex in the morning   |   prefers sex at night   |   prefers sex any time   |   no sex drive   |   low sex drive   |   average sex drive   |   high sex drive   |   hypersexual

BODY   /   APPEARANCE.

small build   |   medium build  |   athletic build   |   muscular build   |   curvy build   |   wears boxers   |   wears lingerie   |   goes  ‘commando’   |   shaves/waxes   |   doesn’t shave/wax   |   facial hair   |   clean shaven   |   a-b cup   |   c-d cup   |   dd+ cup   |   1-5" in length   |   6-9" in length   |   10" or over in length

SOUNDS.

is silent/makes little to no sounds   |   is very quiet   |   is loud   |   grows in volume over time   |   bites hand/partner/pillow to muffle themselves    |   calls out partner’s name   |   curses   |   fakes/exaggerates   |   prefers a quiet partner   |   prefers a loud partner   |   is turned on by dirty talk   |   is turned off by dirty talk

TURN – ONS   /   KINKS.

“I’ve never been one to take up much space, no matter how big I am. You know this, Jon.” The conversation ensues. His eyes study his the expanse of splayed fingers and he’d even look down at his toes. Wiggling them as if saluting himself. He was lighter too than humans his same size but that was a debate for his unique physiology. While most people would’ve cowered or hid from being so exposed, even in the presence of someone familiar, Navedra disconnected from the nudity. It was a nod to his level of trust with Jon. 

A part of him cherished what they’d made with one another while he honestly respected the man far too much to place so much emphasis on the moments in time. He peeks through the mirror. He saw most of himself but he could detail the man’s shadow. That stature was unique. Just standing in the middle of his bathroom was like rehearsing those same lines and reliving every moment. He still chose the same cologne which worked exquisitely with his biochemistry.

“Sure. Show me.” Navedra wasn’t dumb. Sometimes absent but he was aware of the neurochemical response that just thinking about the man had on him and the reaction that was going to occur. He bites his bottom lip trying not to dwell too much on it but even he felt a twinge in the crotch and a painful tightening in his chest from nipples hardening. Juices, for a lack of tact, began to flow. “Take another,” he pauses, looking back hoping to catch a gaze and to show the gleam of his piercing well beneath the waist. He could feel the intoxicating pull of his energy and he wanted to sate that feeling he’d chased ever since. “With me.” 

It may have been a one night stand for the both of them, but Jon never forgot how good Navedra made him feel for those long, blissful hours. Even to this day it remained a favorite memory for him to revisit, usually in the context of a lonely, horny evening spent alone in his bed. Feeling the expanse of his tanned, voluptuous form, thrusting deeply inside Nav’s tight, velvety asshole... Jon didn’t even have to touch his dick to get off when the vision played out in his head. That was Navedra’s other superpower.

So it was pretty damned hard for Jon to ignore the muscled beauty unveiling before him, as though he were offering himself to be eaten. Devoured. Navedra wasn’t dumb. He knew what he was doing. And it was working.

“Right,” Jon says to himself, joining Nav in the bathroom with perfect tunnel vision, ignoring the other man’s bare physique like it was nothing to be oogled at. “Here you go,” he says, finding a towel and handing it to his former flame, keeping his line of sight fixed onto Navedra’s face and nowhere else.

Then Navedra makes Jon an offer he couldn’t —but should— refuse. “I don’t know if that’s such a great idea, Nav,” Jon chuckles nervously, wondering if the other man fixed some sort of erogenous potion to woo him, or if that was just Mothra himself doing what he did best naturally. “You— you know how much I care for you. How much I respect you. We can’t do that again, not now. It’s just the quarantine speaking for you. We’re both going stir-crazy and—”

ISOLATION BLUES | CLOSED 

@torquethrust​

It had been years and now Navedra was staring across the room from Jon. He shifts slightly on the nice plush sofa as the thoughts that swirled in his mind with the inclusion that he wasn’t going to retreat to the confines of his own place of refuge frightened him. Navedra’s eyes would shift every time Jon even hinted or moved, trying to keep himself from being caught but there was a friendliness the two of them shared that ranked most of his companionships and bonds. He trusted Jon with his life and he was the only saving grace for any remote chance to return to wearing a cape. Yet, the two of them were here discussing terms of this isolation. 

“I appreciate all that you do for me, Jon. But I can’t have you giving without taking. Your bed is massive. We could share it.” Navedra sighs. He leans forward, teetering just on the edge of the seat, not really cradling the full cheek but enough to keep his balance and alignment. He bites his bottom lip, dryly clearing his throat and looks off. He distracts himself from the punishment he’s causing himself by not watching his muscles shift beneath his clothing or even to meet his eyes. Oh, how deep they were. He swallows loudly as he stands, clearly flustered enough to create a blistering distance. Maybe it was a bad time to be on lock-down with one man that drove most; if not all, tense. 

“I’m going to take a shower, first.” Nav shakes his head and shifts toward the master bath. “I’ll save some hot water for you.” He tips his head as he follows the organic architecture. It seems like this place had been built with a keen eye for energy and flow. He lets eyes drift over all of the man’s belongings before he steps from paneled flooring to bath tile. He gets a chill that slithers up his spine and when it reaches his neck, he lets out a gratuitous moan. Nipples hardened on the instant. He disrobes but quickly pivots, forgetting several mirrors showed different angles. “Hey, Jon~,” He calls. “Where are the towels?”

Jon would have been fine with sharing his quarters with anybody during the shutdown on Advocates hQ, but Navedra being the one to shack with him for the time being came with loaded sentiment. They had history. Much more than most of the people who populated their halls. Jon and Nav remained close, but not this close, literally speaking.

“My bed is massive, but so are the both of us, Nav,” smirks Jon, preparing a makeshift bed on his couch in the living room. “I showered earlier, don’t worry about me. If you’re gonna save water, do it because we might need to with this whole situation... we’re not sure if Pollenspree has affected the water supply yet. Better to be safe than sorry, though...”

He hears Navedra calling from the bathroom  and catches a glimpse of his voluptuous, muscular body in the mirror; yep, still attractive. Those bulging biceps, that heavy chest that bounces with each step, the dark erect nipples he once enjoyed nipping at with his teeth—

Not now, Jon.

“Oh,” he says simply, remembering where he was. “In the cupboard next to the shower. Need help finding them?”

“M-My powers, i can’t seem to be able to control them! the incubi inside me has been trying to claw it’s way back out, as if it needs to be let out. when i was a villain it was fine because i was constantly using my powers so everything was under control but now…since i i don’t really use my powers at all, it’s become increasingly hard to keep them under control.” he said in an exasperated breath.

“it’s my biology, i-i’m a virgin and i’m asking you to…fuck, i hate saying this. jon, as your friend i’m asking you to fuck me before i hurt someone.” he groaned, and for a second his form shifted, the demon trying to come out and take over. “it’s the only way that i’ll be able to keep it under control since sex is part of the package that comes with me. so please, you’re the only one i’m trusting for this. i’m going to need it to be a recurring thing to keep it at bay.”

Jon knew Evan struggled with his powers, but he thought they’d gotten under control by now — for the most part. Even with all of their available resources to contain an incubus, apparently they still weren’t out of the clear. Not yet.  It occurred to Jon that Evan’s particular ailment wasn’t especially useful or kosher to their cause, but something had to be done to help him. He just didn’t know what.

But he wasn’t expecting to hear Evan say that.

 “You’re— wait, really?” Jon asks, unable to contain his surprise. Evan was such an attractive guy that he figured he would have done that by now. Even with his condition. “Evan, I don’t know if you want me to be the person to take your virginity. I’m... strong. And... girthy...”

“Don’t ever let me go, papi.” he whined into the male’s ear, as both of his arms wrapped around the male’s arms. Hearing the wet squelching from his cunt and feeling Jon’s powerful hips smacking up against his own pelvis was definitely something that made him moan in pure ecstasy. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and a hand ran up the back of Jon’s head with a long groan and moan mixed together. 

“Fuck… this is the best dick I’ve ever had…” He panted in between their kissing. He loved every moment of this. It felt like amazing heaven and he was truly becoming undone and the cock was wearing him down. “I can’t take it anymore… fu-.” He was feeling high on Jon, his scent, his cock, his lips, his voice, his sweat. All things that were pushing the male over the edge. He felt his hole creaming all over Jon’s cock.

Soon he felt a coolness take over his body, as heavy sounds of water hit the floor and then he could tell that Jon had made hims squirt. He let out a soft shriek and moaned. “Cum, please… cum in me.” Feeling as if another orgasm was about to explode from himself. “Please… breed me. make me yours.” 

The more Angel clung to him, gripping that wet hot cunt around his massive prick, the less likely Jon know he was to hold on and keep the flood back. Angel just felt so damned good and it had been so long since he got to experience such release like this—

He was coming. It was finally happening.

“FUCK!” shouts Jon, blasting Angel from the inside with his mighty orgasm, coating his lover’s inner walls with hot white spunk, straight from the source. His hips spasm, movements slowing down, panting for breath into the crook of Angel’s neck as he lingers inside the other’s comforting snatch just a few moments longer.

“Thank yo—”

He wakes up, alone, with his palm covered in come.

“Oh?” Morgan silences himself almost as suddenly as he were fleeting in how fast he was willing to expose something that had nothing to do with the timing of their conversation. He chews on the inside of his jaw and then lets eyes drift elsewhere. He didn’t need Jon to see the moment of confusion as he assumed it was most unbecoming of the male. He recants his words and lets eyes trace the path they’d slowly pull back to meeting eye contact. It almost made him nervous to have Jon silently holding the weight of whatever their discussion would lead. 

“I…” Morgan wasn’t exactly hiding his notions. He was attracted to Jon in one way or another and with the man so vocal about it, Morgan seemed to fine-tune his awareness as his eyes narrow-in on him. He crosses his arms. “You never what?” The man wanted him to continue his train-of-thought. He settles in his seat as he listened to him closely. “If I may ask, what makes you so open now?” He stands. He crosses his path to pour himself a drink. “Indulge me. What’s been lurking behind that distant gaze because it’s no secret that I want to drain the beast.” 

Jon knew Morgan would draw this out longer than he would’ve liked. That was the risk of going ahead with this proposal. But it was too late to back out now.

“I had an experience recently that put things into perspective for me... showing me that I shouldn’t be so afraid to put myself out there more often, or that depriving myself of— you’re not really gonna make me say it, are you?” Jon balks, feeling his cheeks fill with embarrassed pink as he spoke further. He never felt like this. Morgan must have gotten some sick thrill out of seeing him squirm.

He sighs. “I’m just saying that maybe it’s not such a bad idea for us to mess around from time to time. I’m attracted to you, and you know you’re attracted to me, so if you’re willing to have an open arrangement...”

[private message] I’m also not superstrong  [private message]  Besides, it’s a really awkward shape to lift [private message] I’d also like to give you something. 

Far too long had evan repressed the incubi inside him, the real shape of his powers that was taking hold of his actions, coming out in little flares of power. sudden lust, sex dreams, he’d started to seep it all into the people around him, exuding that primal desire that caused the many people that were in his circle much disarray. it felt like there was so much built up inside him that he’d explode, and he thought of the only person able to actually help him. the leader, the founder, his friend, torque. Knocking frantically on this door, as beads of sweat fell onto his brow as his body rose in heat. “Torque, open up, we need to talk!” his shirt was open exposing his chest, his body taut and firm, but everything about him screamed that he needed help. 

@torquethrust​

Countless individuals at Adovcate Hall proved Torque right in preaching that nobody was beyond saving or unworthy of a second chance, and Evan was included in this mindset. He’d been used for ill in the past, but with Jon’s guidance, he learned he didn’t have to let it define him. But there were still... certain growing pains.

He was preparing for bed when he heard Evan banging on his door, sending Jon into a concerned rush to respond. “Evan, what’s wrong?” he says, noticing the younger man in some kind of physical distress, looking disheveled and frantic. “Are you in danger? Come in—”

Busy was relative to how much the man enjoyed the person’s company. Since it was Jon, Morgan was willing to return to his tasks later. The mentor’s suite was being stripped drown to it’s bare bones only to be redecorated with the comforts of home. He tucks the blanket over his arms and pulls the fold neatly. “Be more demanding with your time, Jon.” Morgan insists with a gentle push of the suggestion. The man was kind beyond measure. He feared someone would take advantage of his gentle heart. “I have more than enough time. If we’re going to talk about the recent string of crimes just at the East Edge, I started to claim that as mine, but I promise that’s an imposter. I’m being framed. I just got cleared from recovery if that helps my case. I’m innocent.” 

“What? No, I’m not— whatever that is referring to. I actually came here to as you something else.” His tone is cautionary; tactical. Jon came here with a one singular mission in mind. Proposition Morgan into a mutually beneficially arrangement. There’d been unresolved sexual tension between them for quite a while, and recent events led Jon into thinking that maybe he should stop being so hard on himself and enjoy something. With someone else. Whatever that entailed. So he takes a deep breath and comes out with it.

“Listen, I know you like flirting with me. Pushing my buttons. And I’ve always been accepting of it, but I never— what I’m trying to say is that I think now I may be actually receptive to your... advances. If you know what I mean.”

[private message] I need your help. Your big arms and strong back, more like it. [private message] I need help moving a piece of heavy equipment.

[private message] you really need me to help you with that, nav? [private message] you’re as big as I am! maybe bigger!

Jon’s fantasies weren’t usually very creative or imaginative. Call him vanilla, but he didn’t need fancy scenarios to get off. Literally all it took was a suggestive comment or flirty glance in the hall to get him riled up enough to bust out his trusty FleshJack and stoke himself to completion.

But this one was different. And with a new imaginary partner.

Even though he was technically a protege, Rex didn’t seem like on. Obviously he was quite older than most of the other proteges already, but he was also a teacher in his normal, non-super life. He carried himself different because of it. The guy had an authoritarian vibe Jon found himself attracted to, contrasted delicious with his submissive demeanor... he just wished he hadn’t dreamed up such a basic, cliche sex dream like this one.

It was the usual porn setup: hunky jock is flunking his grades and approaches the teacher for extra credit, yada yada, now he found himself balls deep inside the mature protege, the other man not even completely out of his clothing. That made the proceedings all the more hot.

“Rex, fuck,” moans Jon, watching his cock disappear inside Rex’s amazing ass, still reveling in his colleague’s gorgeous body, and how tight he felt. What an incredible secret to have... and Jon was the only one who got to be in on it. And in it. A few more pumps, and Jon was blasting his load inside Rex’s ass—

Nope, just his sheets.

“I don’t know what you man,” says Jon, neglecting to mention it was [REDACTED].

“— thanks.”

“No, because I respect my son’s privacy,” says Torque, quickly deleting his tracking app before anybody notices.