#Male body image

[isaacsapphire]

re-watching Star Trek Voyager, and I’m suddenly reminded by the degree to which “no nonsense reddish-haired woman of Celtic ancestry” was just a standard female character archetype in late ‘80s through very early 2000s nerd fiction. What was up with that? Seemed to also be a major thing in romance novels, although I haven’t read more than one of those, being a man and all. Every so often it seems like I should, get some insights onto what women are into these days.

To be clear, I’m not complaining, in many ways I grew up with a 80s-90s media diet, despite not being in that generation. I still prefer a lot of the nerd culture stuff of those days to modern SF/Fantasy, if I’m being honest. It’s just funny that the celtic women thing was so ubiquitous that I hadn’t really even noticed it was a trend until it stopped happening. Probably the reason for my dating history and deep affection for petite women with big personalities, tbh, although sadly I’m not much of a Space Fabio myself.

amusing aside, much of my life as a little kid and teenager I had this kinda low-grade fixation on wanting to be jacked n stacked, and I’m pretty sure it was from seeing romance novel covers at the grocery store. Never bring this up with the other dudes at the gym, but my fitness origin story was being 8 and wanting to be like that cool guy on those weird books I wasn’t supposed to look lmao

The use and position of redheads in older media seems to have been replaced by Blacks, and in some cases redhead characters are been changed to Black in more recent renditions of properties (eg. Annie).

The Celtic women archetypes in that era were one facet of the wider culture moment that Celtic stuff was getting and Caucasian curly hair was having a moment too. And all that was about the position of Irish Americans, and the internality of those Americans, and also probably a bit encouraged by the IRA or its supporters in retrospect.

[invincibledc]

We still love you.

Pair: Batsibling!GN! Reader x Platonic! Batboys/Batfam

TW/CW: body dysmorphia, ed, comfort, angst to fluff, insecurities, bullying.

Note: I switched pov because I got lazy. This is also my first time writing something like this. But if you are ever suffering ed or bullying, please talk to someone. Handleing this such problems are harmful to you and your body. As much as you think it isn’t, it is. People are there for you, always.

Y/N L/N-Wayne who has a soft stomach, so smooth, a little round from when they were a child.

The youngest of the adopted kids of Bruce Wayne, the one who loves to eat, was always given seconds.

The one who Damian would always make sure you are fed well, his favorite non-blood sibling as he says.

The one who Dick loves to poke and play with their stomach ever since the young child was a baby. A baby who was found in a trash bin.

Jason who would always tell the child what was in the food so he can make sure they eat healthy as well.

Tim who loves to recommend small lunch dates with the foodie sibling.

The sibling who grew and lost a bit of that baby weight, who’s now a young teenager, fresh into middle school. Walking into class, there was a beautiful girl with fair skin and beautiful bright eyes.

The girl stared at the sibling with a slight disgust, seeing the poor teen sit down and pull out their binder and notebook.

The girl started to talk to the teen, telling them how their stomach was popping out. How their arms have too much fat onto it. The sibling didn’t care at first, ignoring it before the girl started to express her own thoughts.

“I would kill myself if I was fat. Literally, I’m so glad I’m skinny. Imagine taking up so much space just from standing?” She giggles with her friends at the table. The teen looked down, frowning as tears welled in their eyes.

Going home the same day, the young child looks at themselves in the mirror. Lifting up their shirt to show their soft belly. The round belly that looks enormous, that looks like it may burst the Jean button off it.

Slapping their stomach lightly, they couldn’t help but feel the tears start to fall. Were they always this fat? Chubby? They thought they already burnt the fat off…

Changing into some old Christmas pajamas, they were baggy enough to cover their body. Laying down on their back, they stared at the ceiling with knitted brows. Maybe they needed to lose some weight? Maybe it was for the better anyways, they kind of felt like they have been gaining some pounds.

For dinner, they sat with the family. Damian by their side as usual, the teenager with green eyes glanced at how his sibling would just pick at the food in the plate. They haven’t even eaten anything much on it.

Dick was currently telling the family at the table about his new day time job as a police officer. He had gotten a promotion. Jason sadly wasn’t at the table, he was eating in the library, not wanting to be seen by the family. Although the young bat could go see the quiet male.

Tim was doing his usual research in the batcave, so it really just left the teen, Bruce, and Damian with Alfred standing by.

“Why haven’t you eaten your food brother/sister?” Damian questions as he puts his silverware down.

Shrugging, the tween could only look at the plate. Seeing the food as the girl’s face who made fun of them. A sour expression fell onto the face of them, “Guess I’m not.. hungry.”

Damian’s eyes widen along with Dick who stopped talking to Bruce. Bruce and Alfred raised their brows. This young bat always loved to eat! Even have seconds… mostly not feeling hungry meant that they were sick.

Dick and Damian surrounded you with worry. “Are you okay?!” Dick says as he pressed a hand against their head. “Why haven’t you told any of us you were sick!?” Damian exclaims, ready to get medicine.

“No! I’m fine, I’m not sick.. just not hungry as I thought.” They explained, pushing their plate away from them. “I’m going to bed.” The tween scoots their seat from the table and walks away to upstairs and into their room. Leaving the men to discuss this strange event.

“What’s going on with them?” Dick says with worry, brows furrowed as he bites his thumb, thinking of the possibilities.

Damian crosses his arms, “I know they aren’t being bullied. To my awareness.” Now Damian feels a little concerned, or more likely ashamed if he hadn’t noticed his sibling being picked on.

Bruce frowns, Alfred taking the uneaten plate and putting it in the microwave in case the young child was ever hungry again.

“I’m sure they’ll tell us if anything is going wrong.” Bruce says, trying to settle his sons’s nerves. They stared at the man before Dick lets out a sigh.

“I hope…”

Next few days or at least a week were exhausting, you stopped eating a bunch. Only drinking water or taking small bites off of your saltine crackers you packed by yourself.

You sped walked past Alfred who held your lunchbox, but you gave him a strained smile and only told him “I packed my own lunch!”

Jason noticed something was wrong with you when Tim came to him saying you declined to go on a lunch date with him to that cafe you wanted to go to. Jason tried to go into your room, but it was locked. Thinking you were probably just trying to study alone, he left. But there was a sinking feeling in his stomach.

The day after, Dick tried to squeeze your stomach. “Here comes the ticket monster Lil bat!” He says as he squeezes your stomach. It was too late for you to even notice that he was behind you.

You smacked his hands angrily, “Don’t touch me! And stop doing that!” You yelled at him. That gained a lot of attention and raised flags for the brothers and father figure you have.

Dick backs up with raised hand, a frown written on his face. “I’m sorry..” he says softly, watching you walk away and go into your room.

“That’s strange…usually they just.. smile and tickle you back…” Tim says as he watches the door slam closed.

Bruce knew by then, you wouldn’t talk about it. The boys stared at the leader of the family, their eyes searching for an answer.

How will they approach this?

Walking into the house, you were shocked to see your brothers and father sitting all arranged into a circle. Staring at you, Alfred takes off your bag due to you being shocked.

Thoughts rushed your head, do they know you’re failing chemistry? Or was it math..you couldn’t tell what was going on other than this seems weird.

Their stares held deep worry and restlessness, you took small walks to them. “What’s going on guys?” You said with a weak smile, trying to lighten up the mood but failing as Jason has you sit by him.

“Kid. We have a feeling that something’s going on with you. Mentally.” Jason says as he place a hand on your upper back. You let out a shaky breath, “what are you guys talking about?”

“We’re talking about how you’ve been acting and your lack of eating.” Damian stated as he has his hands intertwined. “We’re significantly worried for you.”

“You’ve been skipping dinners.” Tim counted on his hand.

“Acting aggressive more lately at a slightest of usual things we use to do.” Dick says with a still frown, remembering how you yelled at him. 

You looked at Bruce for help, maybe to tell them that they’re the ones hallucinating. Bruce only shook his head at your stare, sharing the same concern as his sons.

“As we wish to not say it, we’ve come to the conclusion that… you are starving yourself into an eating disorder.” Dick says lastly. You felt cornered, eyes staring at you like a caged animal. You felt your heart drop, and was your breathing quickening as well?

You couldn’t tell as your vision get blurry, you were fine! Completely fine! Maybe you skipped a few meals, maybe you should’ve been more careful on making it obvious. Making it clear in how you would gag yourself to throw up foods when you ate too much. 

The boys were alerted at your panicking, Jason forced you to look at him as Tim runs off to get something for you.

“Kid, kid! Focus on my voice, focus on the three things you see.” He says sternly. You looked around frantically, seeing the color of your favorite blanket. “[color] blanket..” a nice flower pot by the couch. “Flower…” and then the mug Tim left days ago and hasn’t picked it up to clean it. “Mug…” after naming those three things, you started to calm a bit. Hand a little shaky as Jason rubbed patterns onto your back.

They gave you a moment to speak, you licked your dry lips and swallowed hard. Maybe… you do have an eating disorder, it’s all confusing. Wasn’t it helping you? Wasn’t it safe? You couldn’t help but cry into Jason’s shoulder. The male with a strike of white hair frowns at this and look at his brothers who looked the same as him.

“It’s okay, kid. We can get you help if you need it, we’ll be by your side.” You lifted your face up as you sobbed softly.

“Always lil bat.” Dick says with a soft smile as he looks at you looking back at him.

Tim nods, grabbing you some napkins as you let out all your insecurities to your brothers. Letting them know your deepest thoughts by these past days that went so quick only a month. Even explaining how it even started. You couldn’t help but break down again.

This was too much for you, your small brain thinking how you could even process starving yourself, going on a water diet, forcing yourself to throw up. All that to think it was helping you, only for it to harm you mentally and make you weak.

After breaking down, the boys hugged you tightly. “We still love you.” Jason says, holding you the tightest. All the boys hummed, Bruce smiled at his kids, all huddled up like birds trying to warm each other up.

“No matter what, no matter your appearance, we love you [nickname]” Tim says.

After the moment, Damian wiped your face with his hand with a rare soft smile. Tim brings you water after, with Jason rubbing your back and Dick talking to you still. “If you ever need us, don’t hesitate to talk to any of us.”

“And we mean any sweetheart. We’re your family, so we care for you. Don’t ever think we don’t.” Bruce says, walking over to you and ruffling your [texture] hair.

It took a slow process for you to get back into your habits of eating and being a foodie. Damian went into your class where that girl is. Seeing her expression of seeing THE youngest Wayne brother come into your class.

He glares at her, “You’re expelled by the way.” He says simply and leaves the room. He may have paid the principal to just get the advantage to do that. But no one messes with his sibling.

He loves you more than anything, they love you more than anything. They love you.

[egosdeaths]

[finalatomicbuster]

Don Jacobs for Men Magazine (December 1999) Photography by Body Image Productions

[bodyhopper-files]

Getting the body you always wanted.

Original AI Illustrations by @bodyhopper-files

[imaginal-ai]

"Smiling Man on Chair" (0003)

(More of The Quiet Satisfaction Series)

0002

0001

[malestransforming]

Chronivac Twins

The moment I saw this AI image, I knew I had to write something. Probably one of the hottest things I have ever seen.

Special thanks to @octuscle for the image inspiration. Here is a link to their original story.

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Empty beer cans filled the table in front of the two men. The room was silent, the TV showing the console home screen, and darkness was creeping in from the night. The night was winding down, and the two friends were enjoying peaceful moment before the night truly wrapped up.

Mason breathed a heavy sigh, comfortable in his current state. He was clearly drunk, but happily drunk. He fished around in his pockets, feeling for the recent purchase he had received that day: a brand new Chronivac tablet. He pulled it out of his pocket, powering it on for the first time, watching the screen suddenly brighten, flashing the Chronivac logo. 

“Check it out!” Mason suddenly exclaimed, surprising even himself with his boldness. “I got this new Chronivac in the mail.”

Beside him sat Chris, Mason’s best friend since grade school. Chris was drunker than Mason was, with his eyes closed and his body still, but he too was in happy state of intoxication. 

“Oh yeah? What is that?” Chris slurred from the other end of the coach. The back of Mason’s head was resting on the top of the sofa, leaned back in an almost unnatural position. A massive drunken grin was plastered on his face, highlighting the comfortable state he was currently in.

Mason held up the sleek tablet to an oblivious Chris. A loading screen flashed again as the system booted up. 

“Yeah, it’s a tool that lets me change a part of my body. Actually it will change a part of both of us. They had a deal on the twins package.”

“Cool…” Chris breathed.

“Yeah. I know you have been feeling down lately, so I thought it would be nice to spice things up for you. Plus, you know you’re my bro. We’ve been buds since we were five years old. I figured it was time we made it official.”

Mason began tapping at the screen, swiping at different sliders and dials. There were dozens of different settings with labels like “Hair”, “Muscle Levels”, “Race/Nationality”… Mason balked at the overwhelming choices and options, but forced himself to stay focussed; this was a change he had wanted for a while.

“So I was thinking of doing some kind of mixed race. Hmm. Japanese and Mexican? I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before. I bet that would look hot. With jacked muscles, like body builders. And since we’re gonna be twins, you’ll get it too. Sound good to you Chris?”

Chris only smiled and laughed to himself, the way drunk people often do. It was clear he was not fully present in the moment. Mason took Chris’ drunken laughter as a sign of agreement and continued with the settings page. He slid up the muscle slider to the max, added jock personalities and details such as personal trainer and fitness influencer. He double checked the ‘Race’ tab, making sure that Japanese and Mexican were both checked off. Pleased with his work, he continued on to the last section, “Target Selection” and “Transform”. He allowed the device a few moments to calibrate before confirming the two bodies in the room. He double checked that the “Twins” button was selected and hovered over the Transform button.

“All right bro. This is it. See you on the other side!”

And with that he tapped the button. The screen went blank for a moment, creating a quick sense of panic in Mason’s heart, but reappeared with a white, animated progress bar.

Mason looked down at his hands and arms. “I don’t feel any different,” he said. 

He checked the screen again. The progress bar had moved up by one pixel and showed a time remaining of 1440 minutes. 

“Oh shoot! I set the transformation duration to be 24 hours. Well that’s okay. When we wake up tomorrow, we’ll definitely see some changes! Next time you see me Chris I’ll be be a huge muscled-out bro. And a completely different race. And so will you! We’ll be twins. Pedro and Miguel. We’re gonna be so fucking hot.”

A gentle and rhythmic breathing came from the other end of the couch. Mason turned his head and grinned at Chris who had passed out on the couch. 

“See you in the morning, Miguel,” he whispered. 

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Bright sunlight was pouring into the apartment. The morning was late, but the day was still young. Chris stirred on the sofa; he was now lying horizontally on the couch, shirtless and in his underwear. He blinked his eyes in the sunlight, rubbing his eyelids with a balled up fist, and stretching against the soft cushions of the sofa. His broad feet pushed against the far armrest, and his arms stretched off behind him. He sat up, and noticed his first change.

Looking down at his chest, Chris saw his pectoral muscles had ballooned out in front of him to a God-like proportion. He cupped his chest, making note of how his nipple had slipped down below his eye line, and squeezed the new muscle. 

“What the fuck?” He exclaimed. “Why do I have tits?” 

Mason launched himself off the sofa and dove into the bathroom. The flickering fluorescent light clicked on, revealing the extent of Mason’s initial changes. Below his chest were the unmistakeable beginnings of 6-pack abs. Mason ran his fingers over top of his stomach, remembering the slight beer gut that had been there the night before. 

He leaned in closer to the mirror and begin poking and prodding his face. His nose seemed wider and his eyes were narrower. His lips were plumping as well, into two thick pillows. He ran his meatier fingers through his darkening hair; it seemed thicker, curlier and shorter than it had before. He pulled a strand and watched it bounce back into place on his scalp. 

The sound of a door slamming brought Chris out of his trance. He stepped out of the bathroom and back into the main room.

“Bro!” Mason called from the entry-way. “Are you up?”

“Yeah! What the fuck is happening to me?” Chris replied in anguish.

Mason came around the corner and Chris immediately became aware that the changes he was going through were also happening to Mason. Mason appeared to be several inches shorter, and Chris noticed that he was roughly eye-level to himself now. His chest and abs were similarly large and muscled as Chris’ were, except Mason’s shoulders and arms were much wider. Veins pulsed across Mason’ skin and over his bulging biceps. His nose and eye shape seemed strangely familiar, as did the plumpness of his lips. Mason noticed that Chris’ hair was shorter on top with a shaved, faded appearance on the side.

“Mason, what the fuck is happening? I pass out drunk and wake up all top heavy like this! And then you waltz in looking like that! What the fuck?”

“Chill out bro,” Pedro said. “And my name isn’t Mason anymore. It’s Pedro. And your name isn’t Chris, it’s Miguel. You’re turning out to be such a hot twin.”

Chris/Miguel was unable to get anymore words out as sharp pains coursed through his arms and legs. He hunched over, wrapping his growing limbs around his torso. In front of his eyes he saw the muscles in his arms and legs double, triple and quadruple in size, into massive slabs of muscle. His trap muscles ached and burned as the fibres inside re-stitched themselves, growing to match the mass of his arms and chest. Across the room Pedro grinned in anticipation, as his adonis belt thinned out, becoming lean and chiselled, into his tight pelvis and butt. 

“Miguel, we’re going to be so hot!” Pedro’s voice was deeper and more coastal sounding. His jock-instincts were bubbling in his brain, overwriting whatever personality he had before.

“Don’t call me that. My name is Miguel. I mean Chris.” Chris stammered. “How did you even do this?”

“Bro, it was the Chronivac. I told you last night. Just embrace it. I paid good money for this twins package.”

“I need to call them. There has to be a way to reverse this.” 

With a wide stride, Chris/Miguel walked over to where his phone was, but doubled over as a burning pain seared through his stomach. He squeezed with his hands, feeling the muscles underneath swell and grow under his touch. Before his eyes his abs went from flat and empty to being completely ripped. His waist got tighter as his adonis belt and hip muscles also tensed and flexed, just like Pedro’s had.

“Bro, I have a six pack!” Chris exclaimed, his voice cracking as it matched the timbre of Pedro’s.  

“They match mine, bro!” Pedro said.

Chris shook his head. If he could just call the company and explain what the problem was, then he figured he could stop the changes. He found his phone and brought it to his face, waiting for Face ID to unlock. The phone vibrated in his dark and meaty hand, refusing to unlock. In the black mirror of his phone, he saw a completely different face than the one he was used to. His nose was wider, and his jaw was leaner. His eyes had narrowed into Asian-like features and his hair was shorter and darker than before. His face was looking identical to Pedro’s, right down to the plump lips.

In a panic, Chris typed in his passcode and Googled the number for Chronivac. The phone began ringing.

“Hello?” said a voice on the other end.

“Hello, is this support? My name is Miguel, I mean Chris. My name is Chris. I don’t own your product, but my brother Pedro — I mean my best friend Mason does. He used the Chronivac on me last night and I woke up with big muscles and my face is looking Japanese and Mexican? And the same thing is happening to him! He says we’re becoming twins. This has to be against your Terms of Service! I didn’t agree to this.”

A dark skin spot formed on the back of Chris’ hand, spreading across his skin and up his bulging arms. His skin was darkening, to match his new ethnicity. 

“It sounds to me like it might be too late to intervene. Our records show Pedro and Miguel Watanabe.”

“That’s right,” Miguel interjected. He was Miguel, not Chris.

“Yeah,” the agent continued. “So your brother got the Twins Package, and since you are legally twins now, there’s nothing that can be done to change back the transformation. But it’s going to be great being a pair of super hot Latino-Asian influencers, right?”

“Yeah,” Miguel replied absent-mindedly, and in a voice that was deepening. “Thanks anyway. Peace.” 

He hung up and tossed the phone aside. Pedro wandered over and wrapped his hand around his twin brother’s shoulder. 

“It’s at ninety-nine percent,” Pedro said, indicating the transformation process on the Chronivac. 

Miguel felt another spasm in his thighs and legs and saw his skin was now completely browned and tanned now. His legs were thick and bulging, and so was the rest of his body. A wave of emotions came feelings rolled over his brain, and Miguel stood silently in place as his brain and personality adjusted to match his new physique. Pedro stood still for a moment too, as the twenty-two year old twins realized they could speak English, apanese and Spanish and had a long history of lifting weights and posting work-out videos on TikTok. The transformation progress bar clicked up one last pixel to one-hundred percent, snapping the twins out of their daze. 

“Bro,” Pedro said. “You wanna get a workout in?”

“You know it!” Miguel said, high-fiving his twin brother with a grin. 

[egosdeaths]

[wintersclstice]

VINNIE  HACKER  via  instagram  !

[bodyhopper-files]

Happy to see me?

My older brother's body stood in front of me, but it wasn't him; it was the body-thief. He grinned mischievously as he ran his hands up and down my brother's torso.

"Happy to see me?" he teased in my brother's voice. "I know I'm happy to be wearing this handsome face again."

"Don't worry," the impostor said. "I won't be in him long. Just a day or two..."

But I knew he was lying. The body-hopper always stayed longer than expected.

"Though, I must admit," he continued, running his fingers through my brother's dark chest hair. "Your brother's body is one of my favorites. I've been a soldier, a statesman, a farmer...the possibilities are endless."

He then leaned in closer, whispering as if sharing a secret. "But your brother's body is especially suited to my tastes. The way it responds to certain stimuli."

He stepped back casually while circling a bare nipple with his finger, letting it linger there for a moment before giving it a soft pinch and moaning with pleasure in my brother's voice.

"It's like discovering a whole new world," he said with a smirk.

As if in a trance, he continued to explore my brother's body, moving his hands down to the waistband of his gym shorts and slowly revealing more skin. His hand slipped inside, brushing against my brother's thick, pulsing erection.

"There's nothing quite like experiencing the pleasure of another person firsthand," he mused with a throaty mix of his own unearthly tones and my brother's voice.

As he began to masturbate, I felt a surge of arousal course through my body. The body-thief seemed to sense it too.

"You know what I'm thinking, little bro?" he said, effortlessly switching in and out of my brother's persona as he stroked himself. "It's time for you to experience some pleasure too."

I knew the role play routine all too well, so I played along. "Alirght, big bro," I replied. "But after this time, you have to stay out of him for a full year!"

The body-hopper seemed to consider my offer before agreeing, but deep down I knew it was just another one of his lies. The truth was, I never knew when he was inhabiting my big brother's body, and secretly I enjoyed the thrill of not knowing.

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With an AI Illustration by @bodyhopper-files

[imaginal-ai]

"Closeness" (0001)

(The Couples Series)

[metamorphicmuse]

Poetry in Motion

[oldedo]

Anticipation

[phoenixcatch7]

Man, I want shapeshifter cap SO BAD.

I want to see a Billy that really leans into the wonder of the world, the million paths a child could take in their life.

I want to see a Billy that wants to try everything, at least once.

A Billy that looks at all the people who spit at him, deride him, pity him, dismiss him, ignore him, because he has no future, no prospects, a child in the gutter and say no. I'm going to grow up to be whoever I want to be.

And a captain marvel that says you're going to be amazing.

Billy taking the premise of captain marvels form - his ideal self, a blank slate for Billy to paint his bright colours, the person he wants to be deep inside - and dialling that freedom up to eleven.

A dancer, a dinosaur, a train conductor, a tiger, an ice cream maker, a butterfly, an astronaut, a shark, a college student, a Tamaranean, a mouse, a scuba diver, an elephant, a doctor, a moose, a race car driver, a dog.

A child wanting to see the world.

If you want to find captain marvel, well first you've got to try his comm, probably a couple times.

Then you've got to go to fawcett, hope he's there and not saving the yetis from a salamander invasion in a different dimension.

You've got to ask around, because it often goes by word of mouth here, no matter what technology you bring. Don't worry, it'll spread very quickly, but if you're in a hurry you can find his commemorative statue and leave an offering. No one knows if it really works, but it's a good way to pass the time and feel productive.

Soon, a face will peel out of the crowd. It's always familiar, but it's never the same one.

Wait for the flash of lightning in a cloudless sky.

And then you will find captain marvel.

[dewdropdinosaur]

Kiss A Hundred Boys In Bars

Angel Dust x M Reader Summary: Y/N is feeling insecure about their body but soon finds their confidence through Angel. Warnings: NSFW. MINORS DNI. You are responsible for your own media consumption. Oral sex(male receiving), P in A sex, C*m, dom/sub dynamics, etc. For the lovely @little-bloodied-angel

One might have thought with all the screams coming from the Hazbin Hotel that another war was brewing inside its brick walls. However, more simply, Y/N had turned their room into a makeshift runway and those screams were of lyrics. With clothes strewn about, mirrors positioned at various angles, and a playlist of upbeat tunes filling the air. The door creaked open, and in walked Angel Dust, his usual confident swagger evident even before he fully entered the room. His eyes immediately went wide as he took in the scene before him.

“Whoa, look at you! This is quite the setup,” Angel said with a mix of surprise and admiration, his gaze flitting between the assortment of outfits and Y/N. His bright, pink eyes sparkled with curiosity.

Y/N looked up from the pile of clothes with a sheepish grin. “Hey, Angel. I’m just trying out some new looks. Thought it’d be fun to see how they fit.”

Angel’s gaze shifted back to Y/N, who was currently wearing a sleek, black outfit that hugged his form in all the right places, black suit pants and an lower cut black glittter crop top with the pastel themed makeup was definetly the move. The ensemble was complemented by a pair of striking shoes and the fact that Y/N was practically dripping in glittery silver; from rings to a chain around their neck. 

 “Well, you’re definitely pulling it off,” Angel said, walking closer.

Y/N blushed slightly, brushing a hand through his hair. “Thanks. I’ve been experimenting with different styles lately. It’s all about finding something that makes me feel confident.”

Angel’s eyes lingered a moment longer, and he grinned. “Well, if you’re going for confidence, you’ve definitely hit the mark. I mean, you’re rocking that outfit like it was made just for you.”

Flustered but pleased, Y/N spun around to show off the outfit. “Do you really think so? I’m not exactly sure how it’s going to look on a night out.”

Angel’s expression softened, his gaze sincere. “Trust me, if you’re looking to make an impression, you’ve already succeeded.”

“Okay, but see the pants? They just don’t…fit right.”

Angel titled his head, confused by his friend’s words. Examing the pants closer, he could still find no problem. “Mind explaining for me toots?”

Y/N sighed and plopped down on his bed, before speaking softly. “It fits too tightly down there—“

“Well then just get a bigger size then babes!”

“No Angel, you don’t get it. It…makes it obvious.”

“What obvious?”

“That I don’t have…what you have, you know. Down there.”

“Oh.”

Y/N laid back, staring at the ceiling. It was never a comfortable reminder, that someone would always point out that unforunte reality that made them seem like less of a man. 

“Well fuck that toots!”

Rapidly shooting up, Y/N tilted his head in confusion. “”What?”

“Toots, as a man myself and as a person that likes men, fuck that.”

“Huh?”

“Gees, you really gonna make me say it huh? I like you’re hot and if I think that, then you are definetly a man cause I don’t like no gal.”

Y/N’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, and they laughed softly. “Well you have a certain way with words.”

Angel chuckled, his tone playful yet earnest. “Oh and right now, the only thing I’m noticing how incredible you look.”

With a flirtatious wink, Angel moved to stand beside Y/N, giving the outfit one last approving look. “So, are we going to see any of these looks in action tonight? Or is this just a private show?”

Y/N’s smile grew. “Maybe a little bit both, if you catch my drift.”

Angel’s eyes sparkled with mischief and approval. “Oh babes, do I ever catch that drift.” he growled, his eyes blazing with intensity as he slammed his lips to capture his. Moaning into the kiss, Y/N slowly brought his hands up to find themselves tangled in Angel’s hair. 

Trailing a hand down to Angel’s waist, Y/N gave it a tight squeeze that made the spider demon squeak. Chuckling at the reaction, both their lips remained interlocked for what seemed an eternity until Y/N slowlyt guided Angel’s body to lay back on the bed. Lips swollen and eyes blown with lust, with back flush against the mattress, Angel wasted no time in relocking his lips back in a wanting plea but was denied by Y/N; who pulled back and dodged with a devilish smirk playing on their features. 

Nimble fingers traced up Angel’s waist, tugging softly on the waistband of his shorts before suddenly ripping them off of his body. Exposed to the cool air, Angel let out a gasp of surprise that was quickly replaced with a lewd moan as Y/N traced his fingers across his underwear clad bulge. 

“Starlight, tsk tsk. We haven’t even begun and you are stretching these clothes.” Continuing to drag his finger across his bulge, Y/N mumbled the words into the base of his neck while he left light nips across it. 

“Stop–fuck–stop teasing Y/N…”

“Oh but dear, that’s half the fun.” Despite his words, he obliged his request by removing the offending garment from his body.​​ Working his way down, his face ended between his thighs. Small kitten licks graced Angel’s throbbing member, muffled whines and moans leaving the spider demon’s mouth in short bursts of pleasure. 

“Star, do not hide those noises from me."

Flipping Angel over on his stomach, he added a finger to his welcoming hole, stretching him wide. Angel’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and his body involuntarily shifted away from the overstimulating assault. Taking his other hand, Y/N placed it on his hip and held him in place. 

“Unless you would like to be restrained, I haer to insist you remain in place.” Perking up at the thought, Angel gulped. Being restrained by Y/N, forcing his legs open so he could do as he pleased; letting him use them to fill every hole piqued his interest. Perhaps for another time. Suddenly, with the sound of a snap, Angel could feel an unfamiliar bulge digging into his ass. 

“Fuck babes, that ain’t gonna—“

“It’s gonna fit Star…you’ll take me so well.”

Removing his finger and slowly sliding his cock in, Y/N stretched Angel’s needy hole wide. Both men moaning both at the sight and feeling, a delicious stretch for both. Y/N’s mouth hovered over Angel’s ear, allowing his hot breath to fan his face. 

“You tell me when you want me to move.” 

Angel nodded rapidly, fisting the sheets underneath him in a fit of pleasure and pain. “Please…just move please.”

Slowly thrusting, taking his time to draw out every noise, Y/N relished in the sight below him. The thoughts alone of Y/N’s cock nearly had Angel cumming, mumbling incoherently for just a bit more to push him over the edge. Smirking, Y/N picked up the pace, driving deeper, the walls of Angel’s ass squeezing onto him for dear life. The added weight and pace was becoming nearly too much. 

“Go on Star. Tell me….tell me how I can only make you feel this good.”

“Fuck, only you—holy shit—just you.” 

That’s what did it, Angel felt the coil in his  stomach snap as he cried his lover’s name. Surely, the whole hotel had heard him by now. Just as Y/N wanted. Pulling out slowly, Y/N laid next to a panting Angel. Both parties covered in a layer of thin sweat, panting heavily and overcome with arousal. Walking his hands forward till both of his arms caged Angel in on the bed and he could feel the arousal coming off him in waves, Y/N whispered darkly

“Now I think it’s time for you to return the favor, don’t you think?”

[tofu83]

Let me introduce the latest high-tech prison in the Republic of All Mankind！

As you can see, it’s not a building or camp but simply a set of body armor. It can limit prisoners' freedom and correct their behavior with minimal resources

Mark, the rebel who encourage young people to engage in destruction, has the honor to serve as an example.

Turn around, Prisoner!

"What the fuck are you doing to my body!?"

See? Even if he has thousands of unwillingnesses, he can do nothing but obey. That's because this exoskeleton has been connected to his central nervous system. Now he is not able to control his own body, but let the armor in charge.

Oh, that gentleman with crewcut hair in black jacket, you have question?

"Why not brainwash the prisoner or implant a controlling chip to make him completely compliant?"

Good question! We intend to keep their mind clear in order to let them understand what we could do to them. Let them know that every single person is just the property of our country. Even you and me both have to admit that the authority has absolutely power over us. Right?

Besides, the prisoners have to learn what is good and what is bad. Take Mark as example. He will join the rebels hunting team working with law enforcers to hunt down his accomplices, and force them into the same kind of prison he is in now.

"You freaking bustard! I will never betray my allies!"

He is so noisy, isn’t he? No problem! Turn around to show our guest your face, prisoner! Just a click on this button,

"Mmmm…Mmmm!!!"

the mouth gag and face mask will make him quiet!

Okay, let’s continue. After working for the authority many times, we infer they will finally understand how childish they were and how glory to serve the country. They will submit and be loyal to their country from the bottom of their hearts.

But we know some people are very stubborn and won’t easily be break down. If we need immediate combat effectiveness, they are the best choice because the armor also has the ability to fully control the wearer.

Lets enter the code here…

You can see that the prisoner stops struggling and stands up straight. His eyes glowing red like robots’ because he is actually becoming a robot.

Their minds would be wiped out in order to be reprogrammed easily.

Only the useful parts of their memories will be retained, and the rest will be deleted.

Now the reprogramming is almost complete.

Hunter bot 001 active and report status!

"Hunter unit 001 is fully functional, reporting for duty."

Let me prove that he is already converted into a loyal servant of our country.

"Hunter bot 001, perform your main mission!"

"Yes sir, this unit will comply. Start searching for potential insurgents…. Target detected! A close friend of the famous rebel, Mark, is in this room!"

Wow, what a surprise!!!

"Rebel, Name: Black. Must be arrested immediately!"

Hey！That gentleman with crewcut hair in black jacket！

Congratulations on becoming the second inmate of the new prison!!!