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kingston2002 · 4 months

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Morning routine has turned into smoking weed and ordering a ton of take out.

#gaining weight on purpose #uncontrollable #fat #chub

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ultram0th · 2 months

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“I’m telling you, Dude,” Justin Howells vented to his workout bud as the both of them ran on the treadmills for cardio day, “his staring is getting to the point where I’m thinking about talking to the owner.”

Justin was annoyed about how when he’d walked into the locker room because he’d forgotten his reusable water bottle, he’d spotted Dave near his stuff. It wasn’t that Dave was a bad guy or anything. The 40ish year old man had been a competitive bodybuilder back in his prime, but after years of no longer competing, he’d grown a sizable muscle gut that gave him more of a bearish appearance— and he’d made it clear that he found the fitness influencer very attractive.

Justin carried on, not only pissed that he’d been under the impression that he’d caught Dave trying to mess with his stuff (he didn’t have any proof unfortunately), but that the ex-bodybuilder was across the gym at the barbells, not even trying to hide the fact that he was blatantly staring at Justin as he ran.

His friend, Mike, just grunted, too focused on his run than anything.

Justin went on though, mainly so that he could clear his head of all the rage he was feeling. “And the fuckin’ weirdo tries to play it off all cool,” he huffed, feeling his meaty pecs bouncing as he continued to run shirtless. “I tried to confront him, but he shoved my water bottle at me, as if he’d known that I’d go back for it.”

“…yeah, isn’t that something…” Mike panted.

Justin rolled his eyes as he grabbed his water bottle, unscrewing the top as he ran so that he could keep his heart rate up. “No lying, man, next time that roidhead messes with me…” he trailed off and took a sip from his water bottle, the cool liquid sending an odd tingling sensation throughout the stud. He ignored it and swallowed, his mouth feeling like he’d just licked a D battery.

He noticed Dave’s smile growing larger.

“Next time, what?” Mike teased.

Justin cleared his throat and grunted. “I’m gonna…” he coughed and felt his mouth twitch and his tongue seemingly move on its own, “…suck his cock.”

He paled at the words that left his mouth, having had absolutely zero intention of saying anything even remotely close to that. He’d wanted to say that he’d kick his ass.

Mike flinched and cocked his eyebrow. “Huh?” he asked, slowing down the smallest bit.

Justin Howells shook his head and cleared his throat again, even rubbing at it with a muscled hand. “Um,” he stammered, “I said that I was gonna… suck his big cock so hard until he shoots his fat load down my throat!”

The stud nearly fell off the treadmill in shock and horror. Not only had his mouth seemingly forced those strange words out by itself, but he even shouted it out loud, garnering the attention of a couple of other gym goers who gave him weirded out looks.

“Keep it down!” Mike hissed. “You can’t be joking like that so loudly. People are gonna think you and Dave are some kinda thing.”

Justin struggled to regain his footing, his heart racing in his bare chest. He locked eyes with Dave, who was red in the face as he tried to stifle a laugh. However, the second their eyes met, Justin winced internally as he felt a stirring in his cock.

Dave gave the mortified stud a knowing wink as he performed bicep curls, his massive, hairy muscles bulging with power. He then stood up and began to waddle back towards the locker room, his broad back swaying to and fro.

At the sight of such masculine power, Justin’s cock started to plump up. “Wh-what the fuck… is wrong with my slutty body?” he hissed to himself. He frantically looked around the gym, wanting to wail out as he noticed that the stirring in his loins calmed down whenever he looked at anyone else in the gym, but the second his eyes landed on the older bodybuilder, his cock twitched excitedly and he felt himself flex his asscheeks.

“Justin, you okay?” Mike asked as he looked at the other man’s pale face.

Justin turned to his friend, desperately wanting to tell him that something was horribly wrong— that he couldn’t control his words and that he was getting hard just by looking at Dave. Unfortunately, when Justin opened up his mouth, his mortified ears heard himself say, “I’ll be even better as soon as that muscle daddy fucks my tight hole.”

He didn’t wait for a confused response from Mike. Instead, Justin hopped off the treadmill and stomped his way over towards Dave, his hard cock tenting out the front of his shorts. He knew that something was wrong and based on the knowing look that’d been on Dave’s gruff, handsome, chiseled, stubble-covered face, Dave knew what it was. He rushed into the locker room and stopped right in front of the older bodybuilder and tried to lean over him in a threatening way, but his his eyes hungrily taking in the sight of the older man’s hairy pecs barely covered by his tank top ruined it.

Dave just smirked back at the red-faced man. “Can I help you, Bud?” he asked in his baritone-filled voice.

At the sound of the deep, manly bass emanating from the bodybuilder’s plump form, Justin felt his cock twitch and start to leak pre-cum. “Your sexy ass better tell me what you did to me,” he hissed, trying to keep his voice down and wincing when he’d outwardly referred to the man as ‘sexy’.

Dave tried to look innocent, but the chuckle that escaped his full lips gave him away. “What do you mean?” he asked. “And you really find me sexy?”

Justin wanted so desperately to lash out at the older man, to demand that he fix whatever the hell was happening to him. His body, however, had other plans.

“You better shove that thick cock up my ass right now!” he barked, his eyes widening at the gay words that left his lips. Straining, he tried again, even clenching his jaw as he struggled to control his own words. “Wh-what… what the fuck d-did… did you do… me… Do me, Daddy!” He stomped his foot in frustration.

“Yeah, maybe later,” Dave winked, making the other man shudder. “First, I’m gonna let you suffer for a bit— I’ve always heard every time you’d talked shit about me in the gym. Well now, I think you’ll find it hard to say anything negative about me at all from now on.”

Justin paled at what Dave had admitted. He had no idea how, but somehow the muscle gut-having bodybuilder had cursed him, forcing him to constantly vocalize his need for the man’s cock, making him sound like some perpetually horny slut. He imagined himself at work or even the grocery store, unable to say anything besides how badly he wanted a man’s huge, veiny cock in his mouth or ass. Worse was that he couldn’t take his eyes off of Dave’s hairy muscles, his own cock painfully hard now.

“You gotta fix this, Daddy!” he begged, even bringing his hands in front of himself. “Please, fuck me in the mouth and let me swallow your cum.” He coughed and tried again. “Let me be your little muscleslut! N-no, fuck my tight hole… lemme suck those muscletits…” He trailed off, starting to feel hopeless.

Dave stood up and started to head out of the locker room. “I’ll fuck you after my workout,” he promised. “In the meantime, why don’t you go out on the floor and finish what you were doing.”

Justin’s heart raced, but he found his legs moving on their own accord as he strutted back out onto the gym floor.

Mike found him and hurried over. “You alright?” he asked, concerned for his friend. “You rushed off so quickly, I thought you’d gotten sick.”

Justin could feel it bubbling up in his throat. He pleaded with himself to stay quiet, but his mouth started to move all without his say so.

“I’m great, Stud,” he chirped. “I just had to admire Dave’s huge, sexy muscles. They’re so big and manly, especially his massive cock. After my workout I’m gonna let him wreck my tight hole, and then I’m gonna suck him off and ask him to tug on my nips…” The words just kept pouring out of the humiliated stud, and Dave couldn’t help but smirk as he overheard.

#muscle #Justin Howells #loss of control #uncontrollable #uncontrollable speech #ditzy #ditzy tf #slutification

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barnesafterglow · 1 year

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uncontrollable

summary: the rising tension with bucky comes to a head

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: literally all smut no plot (minors dni) [oral (f receiving), unprotected sex]

a/n: um hey

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Grunts filled the air, even through the music of your headphones, and you turned the volume up louder. Two minutes left in your plank, then you would reward yourself with a peek. Your arms shook as the time counted down, and you finally collapsed on your stomach, panting at the exertion.

Forcing yourself up on your knees, you granted yourself the pleasure of looking towards the other side of the gym. At the only other person there.

The sight you were greeted with was glorious: your neighbor, Bucky, working out, sweat staining his grey t-shirt and the rippling muscles of his back. He must have sensed your stare, because his eyes met yours in the floor to ceiling mirror, a small smirk playing on his lips. You quickly averted your eyes, picking yourself up and making your way to the small counter on the other side of the room.

You made a point to turn your back towards him, grabbing a water from the mini fridge and indulging in the cool feel of it sliding down your throat.

The two of you had been playing at this game for weeks now. Your schedules seemed to line up to where you were the only people in the apartment’s private gym at the late hour; you circled each other, sweaty and ridiculous, and the tension had been slowly mounting.

You were dragged from your thoughts as a pair of hands gripped your waist, and instinctively you brought your elbow back into Bucky’s abdomen.

Ripping your headphones from your ears, you spun around to see him half bent over, laughing between wheezes.

“What the fuck, Barnes,” you hissed. “Don’t just sneak up on me like that.”

“If you didn’t have your music turned up so damn loud, you would have heard me calling your name. And walking over here. And then snapping my fingers to try to get your attention.” He finally stood upright, still rubbing his stomach from your hit. “This was just a last resort.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning back against the counter.

“Well? Did you need something?”

“I was just going to tell you that your planks looked good today. Who knew it was such an offense to compliment a lady.”

“I pay an exorbitant amount of money here to not get solicited at the gym, Barnes.”

He threw his head back laughing, and your eyes followed the line of sweat that trailed down his throat. You snapped back to reality when he held up his hands in surrender. “Fair enough.”

It was then you realized how close he was, practically enough to have you pressed against the counter, and your breath hitched.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” The faux concern in his voice had your gut turning. “You seem a little flushed.”

“I just finished a workout, asshole,” you retorted, even though you both knew the heat rising to your cheeks was from anything but that.

His arms came around to cage you against the counter, his nose skimming your temple as he whispered, “When are we finally going to stop dancing around this?”

“Right now,” you whispered back before crashing your mouth to his.

He responded immediately, hands gripping your waist and setting you on the counter, and your legs automatically wrapped around him. You could already feel the hardness there as he pushed against you. Your hands gripped his hair, angling his head so he pressed kisses to your neck, moving down your chest to where your sports bra stopped him in his tracks. He pulled away long enough to discard the material before his mouth was back on you, mouthing at the swell of your breasts then taking a nipple in his mouth.

“Fuck, Bucky. Just like that.” He hummed his agreement and the sensation shot through you, making your legs tighten around him. He moved to your other nipple, hands busy as they tugged on the waistband of your leggings, but you stopped him, pushing his head back. The confusion and longing on his face might have been cute if you weren’t so desperate to strip him down. You pushed up his shirt until he got the hint, dropping it to the floor, and holy fuck.

Abs upon abs upon abs. You didn’t think you had ever seen anybody so ripped before, and your hands automatically went to touch him, to get his pants off and get another peek, but he stopped you, tsking at your desperation.

“Let me have my fun first, sweetheart.”

With that, he dropped to his knees, finally reaching his goal of getting your pants off, and groaned when he realized you weren’t wearing any underwear. Not wasting a second, he spread your legs, propping one up on the counter so you were bared to him, and placed teasing kisses along each thigh, alternating until he was so close to your core you could feel the puffs of breath coming from him.

You had a smartass retort on the tip of your tongue when he finally gave you what you wanted, latching his mouth on your clit and sucking until you threw your head back. You bit your lip to keep your moans contained, panting through your nose, as he continued his assault on your core. Each stroke of his tongue was a symphony of sensation and you knew you wouldn’t last long if he kept it up. That didn’t seem to matter to Bucky, though, because as he slipped two fingers into you, stars exploded behind your eyes and your entire body clenched, hips bucking up to meet his mouth.

He let you ride out your orgasm in his tongue and fingers, and didn’t pull away until you finally stopped twitching. Coming back to your senses, you hauled him up to your mouth again, moaning at the taste of yourself on his lips.

Without any resistance from him, you pushed his sweatpants and underwear down to his knees, pulling him close enough that his length brushed against your still sensitive core. You moaned into each other’s mouths as he thrust his hips, his cock brushing against your clit with every movement, until he finally slid into you.

This time, there was no stopping the noises that came from you. As he slid home, he brushed that sweet spot that had you rolling your eyes back, and each thrust hit it again and again until you were clenching around him.

You were determined to hold out, but your orgasm overtook you once his hand reached between your bodies to rub your clit, and he prolonged it by continuing his assault on your bud, until he finally spilled into you.

The two of you stayed like that, bodies connected, foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling, until he finally pulled away, reaching for a towel that lay on the counter and crouched down to clean you up.

“Such a gentleman,” you quipped, though your voice was still shaking. “All this and you couldn’t even take me to dinner first.”

“Does take-out on your couch not count as dinner?” he responded, and you both laughed. “Seriously, though, let me take you out.”

The air turned serious as you both pulled your clothes on, not looking at each other. Finally, once you felt less bare, your eyes met his.

“You mean this wasn’t just a release of tension?” This time you kept your voice steady. “You really want to take me on a date?”

“Hell yes,” he responded, before pulling you in for another kiss.

#tiff writes #bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky smut #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x you #uncontrollable

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spacevixenmusic · 5 months

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Source: Migi & Dali [2023]

#migi and dali #migi to dali #laughing #snickering #uncontrollable #spasm #flailing #can't even #not sped up btw

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play-my-game · 2 months

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#Leashed #Drooling #Uncontrollable #At home #mtg

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tomb-mold · 10 months

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stay cold keep your feelings hidden told me that's how your mother taught you to be

#miserable #uncontrollable #kris esfandiari #audio

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poetrybyonur · 1 year

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I hear you. But your damaged inner child is screaming so loudly, she is drowning out the authentic you, and you are letting her. She controls you now. And I find her too intolerable to bear.

#poets on tumblr #onurtaskiran poetry #gentleman poet #poets and writers #love #intolerable #unbearable #inner brat #uncontrollable #undisciplined #spoiled brat #controlled #tyrannical #infj #empath #tantrum #inexcusable #i hear you

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nicecrumbart · 2 years

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"Respect! Your elders!"

#Redraw of an old one bc I really wanted to her more justice and I love this scene #drew this whilst relistening to magnus archives #helped with the vibe #determined to finish this before the new season airs u dont even understand how excited i am for it #uncontrollable #ok normal tags now #wwdits #what we do in the shadows #nadja #nadja of antipaxos #fandumb fanart #vampire #slight gore? maybe ?

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mazeppafanart · 1 year

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I imagined a thing like...Contrary to Werehog, Eggwolf (yup XD) can’t control his mind and so he becomes full of rage, and Sonic is the one who can calm him

#eggman #dr eggman #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sonic unleashed #eggman unleashed #werewolf #uncontrollable #sonic brave boi #UwU

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threedaysofdarkness · 6 months

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#Miserable #Uncontrollable #spotify #This song #Can't get sick of it

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ultram0th · 2 months

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You woke up and sat up in your bed, hearing the mattress squeak more than usual. Cocking your eyebrow, you hopped out and hurried over to your bathroom. As you ran, you felt a cumbersome weight whenever you lifted your legs and an unknown bouncing sensation coming from behind you. When you entered your bathroom and flipped on the light, you gasped at your new reflection.

Standing in the mirror before you was the hottest muscle bear you’d ever laid your eyes on. He had thick pecs that were capped with large nipples that stood at attention. Biceps bulged and rested on large lats. Thighs were thick and pressed together, supporting the weight of the massive bubblebutt that was attached to the backside. Plus, the reflection displayed a large, nine-inch cock that dangled wildly with every movement. Best of all was that every large muscle was covered in sexy body hair.

It took you a few moments to register that the reflection in the mirror really was your own. Whenever you moved, the reflection followed suit. You flexed both of your now massive, hairy biceps, grinning widely when the man in the mirror did so too.

“Holy crap!” you exclaimed, feeling so turned on by your deeper voice. You had no idea how you’d managed to get your dream body, but you figured that it was best not to question fate. You happily got ready for work, finding that your clothes had even managed to change as well to fit over your new physique. You opted for the usual button-down shirt and khakis that you wore everyday to the office, however, this time you were pleased to see that your bulk strained the fabric to bursting. Your pecs stressed the buttons of your shirt to the limit and your nipples poked noticeably against the fabric. Your large cock was clearly outlined in your pants and your bubblebutt pressed against the back so much that you wondered if it’d rip to shreds the moment you took a step.

Even when you drove to work, you were giddy with the fact that your massive biceps kept brushing up against your plump pecs the entire drive, making you rock hard.

When you got to work, everybody acted as if you’ve always been a sexy, hairy musclestud. You puff out your chest with pride and strut around the office with your head held high. When it comes time for your big presentation, you enter into the conference room that has all of the higher ups, including your immediate supervisors.

You set up your slide show and stand in front of the board room, and begin to go over your topic, loving having all eyes on you. Again, you puff out your chest with pride, loving how one of the board member’s eyes widened with want at the sight of your hard nipples creating nubs on your shirt.

“…as you can see by the data presented,” you continued, using a laser pointer to direct attention to a graph, “we can clearly indicate that I have the biggest muscletits in this damn office.” You bounced both of your massive pecs, your eyes widening with shock at the words that left your mouth.

One of the board members leaned onto the conference table, cocking his eyebrow at you. “What was that?” he asked in a low voice.

You could feel blush forming on your bearded face and you wanted to walk out of the room to compose yourself. However, your new body apparently had other ideas as you felt your hands grab at your shirt, ripping it open to expose your hairy chest. “I said that I have the biggest muscletits in this office!” you bellowed loudly. To punctuate your obscure point, you reached up and gripped both of your larger nipples and gave them a rough tug, making your cock twitch to life. As if you were witnessing a movie, you saw and heard everything you were doing, but were unable to control any of it.

A few of the board members left the room, weirded out expressions written over their faces, however a few of them (all men) remained, displaying hunger and lust.

You felt yourself toss your shirt to the floor as you started flexing, licking your larger biceps seductively in front of your bosses. You pleaded with yourself to stop as your fingers began to fumble with the button on your pants. However those pleas were useless as you smiled and dropped your khakis to the floor, exposing your widened thighs and large bulge to the room.

“Have you ever seen a bod this sexy?” you asked the men in the room, cringing at the cocky words that you were saying. You even wiggled your hips and made your bulge in your jockstrap bounce, continuing to show off.

You were screaming internally as you felt yourself turn around, slowly bending forward to show off your bubblebutt to the small group of higher ups. Both of your beefy hands slapped down onto your larger cheeks and you wanted to run and hide when you felt them part as you flashed your tight hole to your bosses.

The men cheered and some even clapped at your impromptu show.

“Hmm, looks like it still kills inhibitions,” one of them muttered to the other.

The one to his right nodded. “Yeah, but you can’t deny that they give subjects such a fuckin’ sexy body. I say it’s worth it.”

“Yeah, we’ll be able to market this as some sort of himbo pill: big muscles, zero brains.”

You began to panic at what you heard. Somehow, you’d been a guinea pig for your bosses, testing out some new supplement that had given you your dream body, but had turned you into a major muscleslut at the same time. You cringed at the thought of yourself showing off constantly in public: flashing your hole at the grocery store, playing with your bubblebutt at the movies, tugging on your large nipples at the coffee shop. No matter what, your new body would be on display and you’d be showing off how sexy you thought it was all the time.

“Ughh!” you grunted as you came in front of the men, a large wet spot forming on your jockstrap. As soon as you caught your breath, you felt yourself drop onto all fours and wag your massive cheeks at the men. “Who wants a turn?”

One of them stood up, followed by another, and then another, and soon a line was forming…

#dave amarel #muscle #musclegrowth #bodybuilder #hair growth #pecs #hairy chest #bear #bearification #loss of control #uncontrollable

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howifeltabouthim · 2 years

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You see — the suspicion that one is not only not telling the truth, but cannot tell it — that is — damnation.

Iris Murdoch, from The Philosopher’s Pupil