#SCHLONG LONG DONG LONG

[sharonisthebettercarter]

hugh campbell is literally the tallest member of the boys in the show and it's one a my favorite details<3

they rarely show it off and tend to use camera angles and posture (hughie boi i see you constantly slouching--LOOK AT HIM~<3<3<3 just casually *unintentionally* making butcher appear is *actual size*--) to play up or downplay/switch up height differences, but i kinda love that hughie went from being the second shortest member (comics) of the boys to the literal tallest<3 (butcher was generally in the middle with homie just casually being a head taller than him--, frenchie and mm being the taller guys on the team, love sausage of course being the biggest guy when there~<3<3<3 he still is btw--)

love love LOVE him so fucking much<3<3<3 literally the *only* REAL bear in this damn series (HE STRAIGHT UP BEAR HUGS BILLY IN THE COMIC AHHHHHHHHHHH~<3<3<3!!! we better see moar of him i swears--). mm is a close one, but he's more of a good big papa wolf~<3 butcher's a scraggly dumpster kitten or fuckin' heifer--

i *also* love love LOVE the single inch height increment hughie and billy got goin' on with homie, it's just the cutest most fun thing~<3 it goes--

5'11" (homie<3)

6'0" (billy bean<3<3)

6'1" (not so wee hughie<3<3<3)

6'2" (LOVE SAUSAGE~<3<3<3<3!!)

i see you sandwiched right inbetween those bois there, 'ey billy~<3? ;)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

throw in mm between billy and homie, it's hard to find a solid height on that bitch<3 (and they *def* keep trying to downplay his height and bulk cause holy FUCK, THAT MAN--) but i'm gonna say he's probably around 5'11.5", closer to 6'0" maybe??

lol for the roughest layout i guess, they tend to bill urban a bit taller than he is (you can tell cause they'll bill quaid at the same numbers but he's definitely taller than urban, also i SWEAR everytime this man is in a photo that's not a solo glamor shot he's tryin' out some jank ass angles always always always leaning *in* to the camera to make himself look *bigger* leik honey you are so fuckin' cute-- and they *def* keep trying to make billy look *way* bigger than he actually is, BILLYYYYYYYYYYY--) but boi, i see you too<3<3<3

i guess maybe a little closer, it might go something like...

5'11" (homie)

5'11.75" (mm)

6'0.5" (billy bean)

6'1.5" (hughie)

in which there's .75 increments, and then a full 1 inch leap from billy to hughie. either way, they're def very close and not a single one is 'small' per se (except compared to love sausage--tho i do bet starr is one of those fuckers to downplay his height so other men get insecure LMAO--), but i just love the sequencing<3<3<3

what i *also* love~?

(bad posture homie lol) homie's reaction to hughie posturing at his full height was fucking amazing. IT WAS OH MY GAWD--i can't. he had his little surprised moment and then made a *pleased* "ooh~<3" and then smirked like THIS--

leik hughie... MAH BOI--i know he *tried* so fucking hard but leik. homelander is just so unthreatened by him that he's fucking *amused* and engaged with hughie *trying* to be brave. *he relaxed further*-- he just... he just doesn't give a shit. and it's horrible. but also *beautiful* because at this point, you can tell he's just so bored out of his mind that he even *welcomes* the challenge in some ways. he is LOVING that people feel so attacked by him without him doing much--LEIK.

there are a couple other unhinged and unsettling *positive* reactions he has to people similarly enough, (his descent into madness in real time--not gonna get into it now lest this post become *all* about homie--) but man oh man~<3

little bit less posture difference here, will say it's silly fandom obsesses over/exaggerates single inch height differences (particularly between homie and billy while ignoring/reversing hughie and billy, leik C'MON--let hughie be his height~<3! also we should be obsessing over the perfect~<3 *sequencing*, DUH--) but it's honestly pretty amazing how much of a nonfactor the height is in general.

for homie, it's pretty obvious he doesn't give a shit as he's particularly relaxed and unbothered by people being taller than him (especially hughie--literally amused by people posturing LEIK--by the gods his reaction to hughie challenging him--I CAN'T IT WAS FUCKING--GOOSEBUMPS~<3<3<3), but it just goes to show. motherfucker is just playing with his food--

BONUS~<3

lmao blurry ass pic of baby urban getting *dwarfed* by dwayne "i'm 5'11" and wear lifts" 'the rock' johnson. (also that mofo got so much bigger leik gotdamn i am actually curious how much more he'd *DWARF* urban cause ya look at him now and just. he ate a truck--ya look at the rock next to a guy leik SHAQ and HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT the differences are staggering leik one inch is nothin' baby--) SWEET BABY JEEZUZ--

bonus bonus~<3

another detail i *love*?

the shorter two (and frenchie~<3<3<3!) have the bigger/longer noses and... *likely* the biggest cocks--

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[falleri-salvatore]

Reminder

[nctstar]

Can I get a smut of Johnny suh using his size and strength kink on a petite female Y/N? Thank you~

heyy! i'm so sorry this is absurdly late :(( but hope you still like it! <3

small

Wasting no time to rid himself of his clothes, he spoke. “This room is fine, right?” Muscles bulging as he fiddled with his shirt, the ridges of his chest drawing in the singlet, you bit your finger almost comically. “Hello? Earth to _?” The brown of his eyes were soft, a sharp contrast to his stature. He smirked, his hair bouncing as he threw his head back slightly. “Like what you see?”

pairing: johnny suh x fem!reader

other members: none

word count: 2.4k

genre: romance, smut

warnings: sexual content so minors please dni!! as per the request the reader is smaller than Johnny but I refrained from describing body parts or her specific size or anything like that, she is just short. if you're sensitive to this kind of talk though maybe don't read <3 mild profanity, lots of kissing, johnny carries reader, manhandling, descriptions of johnny's torso and body throughout, dirty talk about the size of his ding dong schlong, mild degradation (use of slut), ripping clothes bc those muscles do more than lift weights <3, clitoral stimulation/fingering, reader is pretty slutty and dumb during sex (aren't we all), missionary sex, praising (sweet girl, good girl), condom use, talking after sex (post nut clarity fr)

disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my (filthy) imagination. I don't know the nct members and don't claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic. 

a/n: i have been in such a writer's slump particularly with smut! like i think i need some time off to write some good fics and some good smut, so i'm sorry anon and to all my lovely readers if this is shit :(

“Now why would he ever say that?” You peeked at your friend pacing around your small room through your hair. Scissors in one hand, your (new) bangs in the other, you winced. “Wait, girl, I made a mistake I think.”

She sighed as you let the strands flutter across your forehead, uneasiness settling in your stomach. “Didn’t you follow what he said?” Brad Mondo’s curtain bangs tutorial continued in the background as you turned your head expectantly from side to side. Your friend held your head in place with open palms, looking at you through the mirror. “It’s actually kinda cute. Makes you look…well…”

“Don’t say small.” She snorted, bringing a hand to her face to unsuccessfully cover her mouth. “I don’t care, that’s the funniest thing I’ve heard in a long time.”

You pushed yourself off the stool, rolling your eyes as you started undressing. “He didn’t mean it like that.” Your belt clinked as your jeans fell to the carpet, and you started bringing your shirt over your heard. “I’m sure it was his way of complimenting me.” Despite all your efforts, you couldn’t stop the annoyance that cemented your words into place. “I guess.”

“Girl, you need to tell him that it bothers you.”

“It doesn’t bother me.”

“Yeah, and it’s not weird to call some girl you’ve been on two dates with small.”

The doorbell cut through the air, making you both jump. “Shit. It’s like he heard or something.”

“Shit. Wait, just let him in and get him to wait downstairs. Okay?” Sudden panic was settling into your body, making your hands shake. Your friend got the message and hurried downstairs, zipping her skirt up in record time while hobbling downstairs. “Hope I don’t smell like chicken. I hate having shifts on Fridays.”

Staring at your reflection in the mirror, you pulled the skirt over the curves of your thighs and butt, watching the way it held onto your body. Stuffing the ends of the top into the skirt, you walked over to pick out a pair of shoes.

“I’m heading out! Johnny’s waiting down here!” Your friend’s voice made your body do the kind of useless flurry that it does whenever you know you’re running out of time, and you drag out the highest heels you own. Small, my ass.

“Hey!” As usual, he softened his frame when he saw you, placing his hands in his pockets and smiling so big so you would forget to feel intimidated by his 6-foot stature, or rock-hard physique. His eyes were like small moons, bursting on his face whenever he smiled. “Hey, nice bangs.” You instinctively went to fiddle with them, silently cursing yourself for messing them up. “Thanks.” Your smile was a little forced, but you were giddy to see him, your body rocking back and forth without your permission, ankles rubbing against each other.

∞

“The pasta was so good,” you couldn’t stop raving, your hips knocking into Johnny as he walked you home, arms linked. “Like seriously, Johnny. So good.”

He laughed, the sound leaving him effortlessly. “I’m so glad you liked it. I remember the pasta here being amazing, but I was worried you would think I’m cheap or not taking you seriously. The place being run down and all.” You shook your head, your bangs shuffling from side to side as you did. “No, of course not. I would rather eat something good on the street than a tiny portion of something small and pretentious at an upscale place.”

He hummed, moonlight hitting his body, softening some angles and sharpening others, hair glowing golden brown as he walked. Your heels clacked against the linoleum of your front porch as you wondered whether your friend was home, but before you could reach for the front door, your knees buckled. You let out a small gasp as you felt Johnny’s arms around your body, pinching into your skin almost uncomfortably. “Oh shit! I’m okay, babe.” You both froze at the sudden nickname, his arms loosening around you as you straightened up. You shakily continued. “U-uhm, sorry, I mean-“

“I think your shoes broke.”                                                                   

Yeah, no shit, you wanted to bite back. But you held your tongue, frustration seeping through your pores as you held onto the rail, Johnny hovering protectively over you as you took the right heel off, now newly broken in two pieces. “Oh my god. These were so expensive! Ugh!”

“It’s okay. Maybe I can buy you another pair. Babe.” He said the last word almost sarcastically, and you glared at him. “Johnny.”

“I’m serious. I’m sorry those broke so easily. I’ll bring a new pair next time?”

“Johnny, wait.”

“You like me, right?” His face crumpled just a tiny bit. Not exaggerated like in the movies or anything, so subtle you would never notice from afar, or if you weren’t close. You warmed at the thought of knowing him so closely, so well, enough to know that something was not right in the lines of his eyebrows.

You gulped, not knowing how to respond.

“I feel like you kinda hate me.” He crinkled his nose when he said hate, almost sarcastically, but his tone jabbed you straight in the chest. You shook your head. No, of course not, you wanted to say. I like you. I like you so much. But I am small to you. I wonder if you think of me as small. Do YOU like me?

“I just, I don’t like being small.” He frowned, and so did you, the words sounding stupid as soon as they filled the small space between your bodies. “I mean, you called me small the other day. And I know you probably, well, definitely, meant it as a cute thing. Like physically. Like a term of endearment, you know? But, I don’t wanna be seen as small, like more than physically. You know what I mean?” You cringed internally at your words, watching him stare blankly back at you.

“Right.”

“I’m so sorry. I sound like such a jerk. I don’t mean to be hung up over one little word you said.” You bit your lip, tasting the remnants of your lipstick on your tongue. “It’s just what made me feel a little weird. But, I do like you, Johnny.” Your heart raced as you looked up at him. Your body moved without permission for the umpteenth time, and your arms melted around his hips, fingers splaying across the small of his back. Your mind screamed at you, but your body ignored it, burning up from within.

Tentatively, he brought one hand to your chin, skin warm but rough on yours. “I don’t think low of you. I never have. I just think you’re so fucking gorgeous. So perfect the way you are.” The butterflies in your stomach were now dancing, free, leaping over hills and grassy plains. “Sorry for the poor choice of words.”

You smiled, some of the tension leaving you as you let your bodies merge seamlessly, like lanes on an open road, like the sun as it meets the horizon. You kicked off your other shoe, standing on your tiptoes to meet his lips with yours. He tentatively glazed his hands over your sides, making you shiver and moan into his mouth. You brought your fingers to the nape of his neck, savouring the taste. “Mmm, Johnn-“

You yelped when he gripped your thigh, guiding it to press against his hips. “Jump up for me, baby.” You giggled, nodding as you straddled him, his torso gently rebounding back with your weight. As you met his lips once more, dragging your forearms across the top of his shoulders, you heard your front door open and close, the door to the downstairs bedroom fling wide open. As your back hit the bed, your hair splayed out onto the fresh sheets, knees bent, lipstick smeared.

Wasting no time to rid himself of his clothes, he spoke. “This room is fine, right?” Muscles bulging as he fiddled with his shirt, the ridges of his chest drawing in the singlet, you bit your finger almost comically. “Hello? Earth to _?” The brown of his eyes were soft, a sharp contrast to his stature. He smirked, his hair bouncing as he threw his head back slightly. “Like what you see?”

“Uh huh.” All the shame left your body as you drew circles on his body and face with your eyes, letting his thick frame tower over you. “Is this okay?” He breathed into your collarbone, and when you nodded fervently, you felt his lips suck and nip at your neck. Gasping, you gripped onto his neck, letting your ankles hook around the back of his jean-clad legs. “Y-yes. Yes please. Don’t tease, I want y-you so much.”

“Yeah?” He played with the buttons of your top, but you stopped him. “I can’t wait…just rip it off, please. I need you. Right now. Please, just use me. I know you can.” He drew an eyebrow upwards, and you almost felt a slight twinge of embarrassment until you heard the top rip, cold air exposing your lace bra, tits bulging as you arched your chest off the bed. “What a slut. Is this what you wanted all along?” He laughed as you wriggled under him, mouth latching onto the tops of your boobs. He released you only to throw your arms up, pinning your wrists down to the bed to watch your reaction. When you bit your lip in response, bringing your core closer to his, he laughed darkly. “Freak.”

“Yes, just for you, fuck, please.”

“Bet you’re just soaked under this tight little skirt. Want me to rip this off too?” You nodded before he could even finish his sentence, and the sound of your fabric ripping filled the air. “Mmm, just as I suspected.” As he dragged your panties down your thighs, you felt your wetness pool onto the sheets under you. “Please, please, hold me down and fuck me.” You whispered into his ear, letting your plump lips graze against his skin as you massaged the nape of his neck with your fingers. You whimpered when his jean-clad bulge bumped against your clit, the burn in your core growing with every passing second.

He kissed you deeply, pulling away at an agonising pace. “Tell me why, baby.” You whined, trying to gather some friction between your legs with no avail. His arms pinned yours to either side of your head, his legs like heavy weights against yours. “Please, I just, I want your cock i-inside me, w-want it to split me open…” He shook his head. “What makes you think I would do that to you? I’m too big for you, honey.”

You whined. “N-no, please. I don’t care, just, push it in me…” He laughed, kissing you. “Please, I want to feel so full…” He shushed you, sitting up to unbuckle his jeans. “Mmm, yes, yes please…” You were just babbling nonsense, the anticipation too intense to bear. His cock sprung out of his boxers, hitting his stomach, precum spilling out the edges of the tip. You heard him rip open a condom packet, dragging it on his length at lightning speed. He ran his cockhead through the folds of your pussy, making you whimper. “So wet.” He breathed, and you gasped as his tip entered you at an agonisingly slow place. “J-Johnny.” Your brain fought your body, wanting him to continue but feeling apprehensive at the impending stretch. “You’re so big. Fuck.” You snuck a hand down towards your clit, but Johnny grabbed your wrist, leaning over to kiss your chin. “Let me.” As he pressed one finger onto your core, you gasped, back arching, eyes squeezing shut. “O-oh, oh my…”

“You like that?” He started speeding up, your gasps and moans like drugs to his system. When he pulled away, he started pushing his length in, and you let out a deep breath, as if you had been holding it in the entire time. “Fuck.” You drawled, feeling him in every corner of your insides. “Fuck, Johnny. You’re, you’re so big, and s-strong.”

Johnny laughed, and you wondered for a second whether you had ruined the mood. “My cock making you lose your filter, babe?” You blushed, but the constant bump and stretch on your clit had your vision go foggy, your head spinning deliriously. You used your forearms to push away, breathing deeply as if his cock had suffocated you from the inside out. Johnny wrapped his arms around your hips, bringing you flush against his pelvis in one swift movement. “Uh uh, where do you think you’re going?” His snarkiness and the fulness in your lower stomach made your core squeeze excessively. “Ah, shit! Fuck, I think I’m gon-“ You felt it before you could finish your sentence, your climax stealing the words out of your mouth, making your heart thump incessantly against your ribcage.

Johnny cooed at your, his forearms now caging you by your head, peppering light kisses on your face. “You alright, sweet girl?” You nodded, gasping. “Please, please move.” He chuckled, groaning as he pulled back to thrust into you, making you throw your head back and scream. “Fuck, oh my god.” Your body shook with the force of his steady thrusts, his legs pinning your body down to the bed. “Good girl, that’s it.” He groaned, getting sloppier as he reached his climax. “You’re so good for me. So eager for me to pin you down and fuck you. Because I’m so big and strong, right?” You reached for Johnny’s neck, the embarrassment at your previous comments leaving you as you felt your core tighten, coil ready to snap. “Fuck, you just gripped me so tight, fuck. Nasty girl.” You moaned as you came, feeling him release inside the condom with a throaty moan.

Both of you heaving, gasping for air, you pulled Johnny close to your body, kissing his collarbone, his neck, his face. “I do like you, a lot.” Your breath tickled his skin as you spoke, and he stroked your hair gently with one hand, using the other to pull away from you to look into your eyes. “I’m sorry for calling you small. I admit, it’s a little weird.”

“Apology accepted. I think we’ve both called each other things we’re never gonna say again.”

“No, hon, you should always call me big and strong Johnny-“

“Johnny, please. Never mention that again. It was a moment of weakness!” You whined, shielding your face as he laughed, slipping off you to lie next to you on the bed. “Kinda sexy though.” You slapped his arm playfully, laughing as slipped down his forearm to take his hand in yours.

“I’ll think of something better for next time, promise.”

[pseudowho]

My next Smutfic...

...I'm going to use all Tier 5 to 6 synonyms for a penis, and see if it's still sexy.

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Kento lifted you against the wall, his thigh between your legs as you squeaked in alarm, pleasure pooling deep in your belly. His schlong dongadoodle was now so apparent, rock solid against his thigh.

"Tell me," he rumbled, low and mesmerising against your throat, "do you want my custard launcher in your pussy...or your mouth?"

"In-- in my mouth--" you choked out, "I want your purple-helmeted warrior of love in my mouth, Kento."

Forcing you to your knees, your mouth watered at the sight of Kento's tan banana against your lips-- and Kento gave you exactly what you had asked for.

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"Ah--shit--" Ino groaned, gripping you by the fat of your hips as you sunk down onto his beaver basher.

You shook and mewled, his heat-seeking moisture missile stretching your plush, velvet walls so nicely. You had always loved how his mayo-shooting hotdog gun felt as it kissed your cervix, so deep, so sweet as Ino plaited his fingers behind your neck and pulled you in, his kiss breath-stealing and honest.

"Only for you," Ino whimpered as you rocked your hips on his Little Ino, "this steamin' semen truck is only for you."

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"Take it-- take it-- hnnnng--" Higuruma's seed shot deep into your pussy, his meter long king kong dong pulsing as he moaned, his thighs flush against your arse.

You moved to pull away, exhausted and shaking; Hiromi gripped your thighs, holding you in place, his yoghurt shotgun still hard inside you; "Don't move," he croaked, voice breaking from the strength of his orgasm, "my baloney pony stays until I'm finished with you."

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"Come on pretty girl-- I know my single barrelled pump-action bollock's the biggest you've ever had, but-- haah-- don't cry."

Gojo folded your thighs hard against your chest as you cried with pleasure and pain, his beef whistle pounding into you at a relentless pace. Tears streamed into your hair as you begged.

"Satoru-- your thundersword-- please--"

Gojo pulled out, his spawn hammer dripping precum as he stroked it, flipping you onto your belly before slamming back into you so powerfully that you squealed.

"Thought we were done? Plenty more left in this whoopie stick yet, sweetheart."

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Inumaki's breath trembled with anticipation; there you were, eyes full of tears, pink lips parted just for him, and he couldn't deny himself from leaning down and kissing you sweetly, his lips usually so forbidden, and now electric against yours. You kissed him back, leaving him breathless, pulling away with a gasp.

"Wing wang doodle," he murmured, his breath fanning warmly over your mouth. Your eyes pricked with tears, wishing you could communicate in more than just penis synonyms.

Inumaki's thumb brushed softly over your eyes, his meeting yours in silent understanding; "Piss weasel," he reassured softly. You nodded, nose against his as you gave him a watery smile.

"Baby arm. Flesh flute," he whispered against your lips; with those words, you knew you were done for, finally caving to stay the night as he pressed you gently back onto his bed.

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I write because they understandably won't let me out of the house anymore.

[the-californicationist]

Dearest, I find myself once again on my knees, hoping to scratch your brain for any crumbs of The Old Way universe. Just, have you had any thoughts on that au of how the characters are, what they're up to, or what dynamics have been built or are/would be shaping up to be?

I'm the same anon that asked a while ago and truly ignore this if this too much or annoying. I was just hoping if you could spare any crumbs of your goregous, genius mind. ilysm 🧎‍♀️💕 (also I'm in love with how you wrote priest/vamp price, amazing work on that!)

Hey anon! I’m so glad you liked vampire priest price! He was a fun one.

As for The Old Way, boy howdy, do I have thoughts!

Cause like, chapter two is obviously a hyper realistic exposition on the actual tradition of the bonded mating ritual between reader and Price, right?

Maybe this is a hear me out moment, but Omegaverse fics intrigue me for three main reasons which I will outline below and elaborate on in way too much detail:

1. The fuck-or-die element of the heat/rut cycle

2. The fantastical/unrealistic physical stretch required to take a knot

3. The fantastical/unrealistic duration (and lack of a refractory period) that a knot remains inside of its hole

To clarify…

As for the first, this is the true animalistic element, imo. And what’s hotter than sexual need, right? Like the feeling of sexual starvation being sated??? It makes my brain turn into literal mush. The first bite of food after a fast. The first sip of cool water after a march through the desert. The first gasp of air after swimming up from the deepest depths. The first touch of skin on naked skin when you’ve been writhing and needing and alone. Ugh. Fuck me up with that shit.

As for the second, I mean this is sort of personal preference and self-explanatory but I’m a girth>length fan. As is immediately obvious when you read anything I’ve written. But specifically in this fic; here’s a man who feels unworthy of love. His fat monster cock hurt someone he cared for. As fun as it is to haul around the State Fair Blue Ribbon schlong, no one likes being left out (or 13th-wheeling in Price’s case). And when he finds his glass slipper of a mate, he feels whole again. She saves him, and she saves the day, and it’s the happily ever after of my dreams. Yay, love!

But. Here’s the kicker. Number three. Number three keeps me up at night, y’all. It plagues me. It’ll sneak into my thoughts while I’m in the middle of my daily tasks, sucker-punching me right in the chest. Idk about other Omegaverses, but the idea that we could be stretched out and stuck on John Price’s Texas-sized dong for hours (and that there is a fantastical/unrealistic element of a pain-free, pleasurable experience on our end?) is delicious. Imagine, he’s trapped himself deep within you, oozing hot come, giving you that incredible feeling of fullness, and you are just basking in it together, enjoying the sparkling electricity of every twitch and jerk of his phallus. He’s reading Yeats to you and you’re grooming his soft, curling hair, he’s keeping your energy up by feeding you grapes and honey and wine and mead, he’s sharing his hand-rolled cigars with you, letting you feel the high of the nicotine and kissing you languidly, his lips so soft and pliant that you feel as if your two bodies might melt together like smooth chocolate, homogeneous in a way that no one else will ever know. All the while, your womb is full of his heavy load, stuffed and ladden with his seed, making your belly just the slightest bit round. He feels it with his wide palm, and you can’t help but imagine how you might be thus revered when you’re heavy with his child instead.

And how long?? I mean, what’s possible here — even if we abandon plausible? An hour? Two? A night? And how often? Would his rut drive him to mate with you repeatedly in a self-sacrificing/mindless sex-driven fury? Would bonded mates be capable of something more than normal ones? What are your true powers as the Apex Omega? So many questions.

So anyway. Sorry for the hear-me-out. I recognize that not everyone is as zealously curious about the implications of an Omegaverse as I am. I just think there’s so many different ways it could go. The universe itself has so many variable possibilities and that makes it easy to create and to be creative with it. It becomes even more interesting when you compound the sexual complications with the socio-cultural context of a community dealing with that sort of hierarchical environment. Just a world of interesting knots to untangle (pun intended and weaponized).

But, I’d also like to explore the other interpersonal relationships between our lovable companions. What’s Johnny’s big loving family like? How do the kids interact with each other? Is there a leader emerging from the MacTavish clan? What about Gaz and his three Omegas? Ghost and his mini tactical squad? All of them together? What drives them to help other clans? What’s their underlying mission? How will they ensure peace across the land? How do they allocate the obviously limited resources?

It would be a fun project to navigate. I’ve written scenes here and there for it but I’ve gotta finish these other long WIPs before I start something else.

Thanks for asking! I hope this answered your question.

[thegothicviking]

"Every penis is a good penis"...

But with some penises you would need extra foreplay and lots of slippery lube

Just sayin'. That is not his guitar. That is not his arms! That is a schlong! That is a mega ding dong!

+ Bombastic balls bonus;

Regarding the current discours: Paul definitely exudes big dick energy in my opinion, but not in a macho way. More in like a, let's say, laid back and natural way. He's like "yeah I'm funny and sometimes bossy and I have a big dick, what about it? 🤷🏼‍♂️" and I kind of like that.

And he strikes me as someone who definitely knows how to work with what he's been given 👀

Dearest Anon, you have explained perfectly what I think of Paul. It is almost as if you had read my mind. Paul exudes a special energy in every way. (´⊙ω⊙`) I have nothing to add except that I would love to give you a hug! ❤️

\( ﾟヮﾟ)/ I would like to conclude by saying that every penis is a good penis!

[evenmyhivemindisempty]

dick size for the Boyd’s? *blushes*

Steve Murphy: He’s actually never measured it - he doesn’t care - but it’s 5.5 inches and on the thicker side.

Donald Pierce: 4 inches. Not particularly thick at all. It’s actually pretty cute. He doesn’t like people calling it cute… but if it’s said gushingly or genuinely enough (vs meanly) it does turn him on.

Cap Hatfield: 5 inches, slender. He hasn’t measured it, but he does know it’s the smallest in his family. He doesn’t mind one bit, it’s a purely neutral fact.

Clement Mansell: 6.5 inches, average girth. Sometimes I bat around a trans man HC for Clement, but that’s worse here because trans Clement buys a mammoth 10 inch long dong for sexytimes that’s so unnecessarily heavy it weighs down the harness.

The Corinthian: I think his dick size has changed over time (thanks Dream!). The old Greek ideal was for small penises, so I bet back then he was hung like their stereotypical uncontrolled barbarians. He’s smaller now, but probably still like… idk, 6 inches?

Eli Klaber: 6 inches and slender! He’d honestly rather it be quite a bit smaller!

Danny Maguire: Exactly average length and girth. I’ve also considered a trans man HC for Danny too, but unlike Clement I think trans Danny might just avoid taking his pants off during sex.

Ty Shaw: I oscillate with Ty. Sometimes I HC him having a thick, 8 inch schlong that’s big enough to complicate his sex life, but other times I HC it as a marginally more reasonable 7 inches (still thick).

Quinn McKenna: He’s just under 7 inches, average girth. Kind of curvy. He doesn’t really care himself, but he does like how wild it drives some of his partners.

[themotherofhorses]

OH FUCK can women in their third trimester of pregnancy even have sex ????

my beautiful readers, it is with great pleasure that i inform you:

i am now sitting down to write super dirty and hot smut with our obsessive and dark!aemond targ

[theradicalscrivener]

The Life and Tinies of Trevor: Plus One

Taking a break from the plot-heavy Devon chapters to focus on some plain and simple size smut.

Trevor and Simon spend a quiet evening at home... but their miniscule houseguest has his own idea of Netflix and Chill.

(P.S. Ya boi's got Linktree and Bluesky now)

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                It had taken some doing, but Rex had managed to convince Noah to let him stay over with Trevor and Simon for the night. Truth be told, Noah needed some time off, and Rex needed some time alone to take care of something that had been bothering him for a while.

                Rex had always had a thing for big dicks. In his book, the bigger, the better. So, imagine his surprise when he learned that Simon was rocking a full foot long dong! Rex needed to see it for himself. Even had Rex not been reduced to a spec smaller than a gnat, Simon’s cock would have been absolutely massive, but at Rex’s new size, Simon’s schlong was sure to be something out of a kaiju movie.

                As the night went on, Trevor and Simon settled down to watch a movie. Rex was invited to join too, of course, but Rex couldn’t focus on the flick. Simon, the massive, magnificently hung titan that he was, had stripped down to his PJs and was now clad in nothing but a t-shirt and some boxers. Rex could make out the shape of Simon’s fantastic cock through the fabric. It was maddening! Simon’s bulge looked bigger than a mountain!

                As the movie droned on, Trevor and Simon got more and more into it. Simon was literally on the edge of his seat. With his attention otherwise occupied, Rex saw his chance. He hopped down from Simon’s shoulder, where he had been perched alongside Trevor and floated his way down towards the couch cushion seemingly miles below.

                At Rex’s new size, he just did not generate much speed when falling. He could float around like a ballooning spider. He had nothing to fear from falling other than maybe getting lost. At his size, the individual strands of a carpet towered over him! Rex was so tiny that even Trevor had to scour the floor on his hands and knees to find the tiny guy if he lost sight of Rex.

                Rex touched down on the couch cushion and took stock of his surroundings. He had been blown slightly off course by the breeze of the air conditioner, but it wasn’t too far of a trek to Simon’s pant leg. Rex was only a few inches from the lower hem of Simon’s shorts, but at his size, it felt like a jog across a football field. Rex was so tiny that even the fuzz pellets on the couch upholstery were larger than him!

                Rex had gotten used to long distance jogging since he had been reduced to a miniscule size. Feet stretched on for miles. His former bedroom was now the size of a city. Even trying to cross Noah’s desk felt like a marathon. A few inches was nothing! He could make that in a few minutes!

                Rex broke out in a sprint. As he vaulted over fibers and juked fuzzy pellets, he kept his eyes firmly on the prize – the outline of the fat cock that strained against Simon’s inseam.

                Rex had started to sweat slightly by the time he reached the hem of Simon’s pant leg, but even had he been on death’s door, he would have willed himself to keep moving. During the course of Rex’s sprint, Simon had gotten even more engrossed in the movie. His shifting in his seat caused his boxers to ride up his thighs. Now the tip of Simon’s colossal cock had slipped into view.

                Trevor had not been joking. Simon was HUNG! The massive softy that lolled out the lower hem of Simon’s shorts would have been a mouthful and then some even had Rex been his former height! Now, however, Rex had been reduced to a mere spec. A figure that stood a fraction of a centimeter. Less than that. A fraction of a millimeter! Just the puffy head of Simon’s colossal cock loomed over him like a municipal water tower. Just the head of Simon’s enormous cock was so huge that Rex could reenact a scene from Mario Galaxy by scurrying across its domed surface.

                Simon’s cock was such a fantastic specimen that Rex wished he could have beheld it at his old size. He would have loved to take it in his mouth. He would have enjoyed taking every last inch of it past his lips and down his throat. Now, however, that would be impossible. The leviathan was so huge that it could swallow Rex whole. Rex was so tiny that Simon may not even notice if the spec-sized stud were to crawl into that gaping maw and go exploring.

                Rex’s cock was rock hard just thinking about it. Just being in the mere presence of such a godly piece drove him wild. The air was thick with the scent of Simon’s manhood. Sweat and pre and a faint hint of old cum flooded Rex’s nostrils. Rex was overwhelmed and still he needed more.

                Rex staggered forward until he was face to face with the head of Simon’s massive cock. The beast was so huge to the shrunken guy that it was like staring up at a monstrous sand worm of Arrakis. Rex was so overwhelmed by how massive it was that he could barely believe it was real. He had to touch it to be sure.

                Rex placed a hand against the layer of foreskin that covered the lower edge of the colossal glans. Even just the foreskin was thicker than Rex was tall. It was like staring down a glacier of flesh. Rex watched in awe as the massive organ twitched and shifted before him. At Rex’s size it was easy to believe that Simon’s cock was its own living, breathing beast and not just a dangling appendage of a titan that stood seeming miles above the mite-sized man.

                Rex leapt with all his might, and still, he couldn’t even jump halfway up the lip of Simon’s foreskin. Rex was so infinitesimally small that trying to scale even just a fold on Simon’s fat cock was like scaling a solid wall. He scraped and scrabbled at the wall of flesh and awkwardly pulled himself further and further up until finally he managed to climb up and over the lip of Simon’s foreskin.

                Rex collapsed on the fleshy ledge and flopped onto his back. Above him he could Simon’s cockhead looming over him. It was so huge and so close that it was as if he was staring at the underside of the Goodyear blimp from atop the gondola. Far above him he could see the crease along the underside of Simon’s glans which lead to the cavernous maw of his colossal cock. Rex wished he could get there. He wanted to climb in there, but there was no way to get in there from here. The best he could do was admire it from afar. Still… he had another place that he could go exploring…

                Rex hopped back up to his feet and crawled closer and closer to Simon’s cockhead. Soon Rex reached the point where Simon’s gargantuan, puffy glans vanished beneath the thick sheet of his foreskin. It was a tight fit, but Rex was strong for his size. A few shoves and shimmies, and he managed to force himself through the folds of Simon’s skin and into the dank, dark interior. Rex couldn’t see, but he sure could feel and smell. He was surrounded on all sides by cock flesh! It was literally heaven! Getting shrunk had been worth it for this moment alone! To be a literal speck on the most fantastic cock he had ever seen! Rex didn’t care if he was never found.

                Rex buried his face into Simon’s flesh. He ground his cock against Simon’s skin. Rex was hornier than he had ever been in his life! All he wanted to do was bask in the sheer magnitude of Simon’s cock and cum and cum again.

                Simon felt a strange tingle towards the tip of his dick. It was so faint as to be borderline unnoticeable. It was almost like that feeling of an invisible bug crawling on his skin but far smaller. Without even really thinking about it. Simon reached down and casually stroked his cock against the side of his thigh.

               “Yeah. This movie is kinda boring, huh?” Trevor said upon noticing Simon absentmindedly stroking his cock.

               “Eh...” Simon replied. “It had it’s moments, but the climax is a little weak.”

               “Well. Feeling like having a little fun?” Trevor teased.

               “I thought you’d never ask,” Simon said with a smirk.

               Simon stood up, and quickly shoved his shorts down around his ankles and kicked them aside. He then flopped back onto the couch and spread his legs wide to give Trevor easy access to his now fully exposed cock.

               Trevor quickly slid down Simon’s chest and hopped onto Simon’s fat cock. At Trevor’s size, Simon’s cock was the size of a train car. It was easily wide enough for Trevor to walk across – or sprint across, as was the case. In no time at all, Trevor reached the tip of Simon’s dick and stared down the slit of the monstrous member. Simon’s cock was so huge and Trevor so small that Trevor could nuzzle his face against the slit while standing in front of it. Trevor licked and nuzzled the sensitive tip of Simon’s cock while Simon sat back in his seat and moaned softly from the attention.

               Simon couldn’t believe how horny he was! Usually, it was Trevor initiating their fun, but something had him hot under the collar tonight! He just wanted his dick played with!

               While Trevor serviced the head of his Cock, Simon stroked the length of his shaft. The motion caused the skin around the head of his cock to fully eclipse the head and bump up against his little lover and then pull back so far that his entire glans was revealed. The motion was common enough, but something was different today. His dick felt even more sensitive than usual, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

               Meanwhile, Trevor continued to service Simon’s cock, but as he licked along the pre-drooling underside of Simon’s slit, he noticed something odd. There was something hard – a small bump that shouldn’t be there.

               Trevor pulled back and looked curiously at Simon’s puffy cockhead. There, suspended in pre, he saw Rex’s tiny form. Trevor had completely forgotten Rex was even here! But Rex was clearly enjoying himself so no harm, no foul.

               Rex was so small that he was bug-sized even to the Lego-sized Trevor. An absolute speck of a man. Rex easily fit in the palm of Trevor’s hand… or in Trevor’s mouth.

               A playful grin spread across Trevor’s face as a devious idea surfaced in his mind. It was time for all of them to have fun together.

               Trevor ran his tongue across the puffy flesh of Simon’s cockhead, and in doing so, scooped the nearly microscopic Rex up into his mouth. With Rex pinned between his tongue and Simon’s cock, Trevor continued to lap at and play with the tip of Simon’s cock.

               Trevor was really getting into it! They had played around plenty in the past, but Simon couldn’t remember the last time Trevor had gone so hard against his slit. What had gotten into him!? Simon had no idea, but he wasn’t complaining. Not that he could even if he wanted to. He was so hot and bothered, and Trevor’s tiny tongue and arms felt so fantastic against the tip of Simon’s cock that Simon found himself writhing and moaning in his seat! It was all Simon could do to hold his dick steady so the bucking bronco didn’t slap Trevor clear off the couch!

               It wasn’t long before Simon was reaching his limit. He wanted to try to hold out, but at the same time, he knew he couldn’t. “I- I’m gonna…” he moaned.

               Trevor heard him load and clear, and even if he hadn’t it was clear by the sheer volume of pre and the shuddering of Simon’s cock, that the beast was about to blow. Trevor smirked and quickly shifted his tongue so that his tiny passenger was tucked away safely beneath. Rex was held like a pill beneath Trevor’s tongue.

               Rex was barely able to parse what was happening. First, he was pinned to the underside of Simon’s cock, and then something huge, wet, and wriggling scooped him up! With every breath he took, his mouth flooded with a mixture of pre and saliva, and then, just as Rex started to realize where he was, he found himself pinned in a warm, damp, squishy prison. He pushed himself up on his hands and knees and glanced around. A beam of light came through and let him see his surroundings for a brief, fleeting moment. The walls around him were a fleshy red. Purple blood vessels were visibly pulsing in the walls. It would have been impossible for Rex to figure out where he was except for the wall of towering, pearly whites far in the distance.

               Rex watched in awe as the lips in the distance slowly closed in on the tip of an absolutely massive cockhead. If that was Simon’s dick, then this had to be Trevor’s mouth!

               As amazing as the sight was, Rex didn’t get to enjoy it for long. No sooner had light began to pour past Trevor’s lips than it was extinguished by Simon’s colossal cockhead pressing against the opening. It was so dark that Rex couldn’t see a thing, but he could feel the shudders and lurches of Simon’s monolithic cock reverberating through Trevor’s body. It was clear that Simon was about to blow.

               Simon was so lost in the ecstasy that he could barely think, but his hands reacted even purely on muscle memory. He reached down and scooped Trevor up into the palm of his hand so that his little lover would not be blasted away when Simon started shooting.

               Simon stood up on his knees atop the couch cushions and fervently stroked his massive cock in one hand while holding his lover in the other. His huge dick shuddered and lurched. His whole body trembled, but Simon managed to hold it together enough to keep from dropping Trevor even as Simon fired thick, heavy ropes of spunk onto his own palm.

               Trevor was instantly drenched. Cum coated his body and clung to his hair. Spunk filled his mouth. It took every ounce of control Trevor could muster not to swallow. Instead, he held a huge mouthful of spunk and waited for Simon to stop spurting.

               Rex was suddenly adrift in a see of tar-like spunk. Trevor’s spit diluted the think spunk only slightly. The sticky mess was still far too thick for Rex to ever hope to fight against. He was trapped like a gnat in a spiderweb! He had to struggle for air. Fortunately, before he could drown in the slime-like spunk, he felt himself once more mashed under the heavy, rubbery mass of Trevor’s tongue. As Rex lay pinned, he could feel the rush of spit coursing over him, pulling away the think layer of spunk that covered him.

               Trevor made sure to hold Rex securely in place as he swallowed a hefty mouthful of thick spunk. Trevor let out a contented moan and took a moment to bask in the warmth of his lover’s cum before remembering his tinier passenger.

               Trevor quickly sat up and spat the grain-sized Rex out onto his palm. It was quickly apparent that Rex was soaked but otherwise unharmed. If anything, the raging boner he had made it clear that he was enjoying this as much as either of the other guys.

               “Want to do something real fun?” Trevor asked the tiny figure in his palm.

               Rex knew his voice wouldn’t carry far enough for Trevor to hear but managed to weekly nod in response.

               Trevor placed Rex atop the splatter of jizz that coated Simon’s palm and then got down on his hands and knees over his miniature friend. Rex could only stare up in awe. Trevor looked so massive in this moment that Rex had a hard time reconciling the fact that he knew that Trevor was incredibly tiny by most people’s standards. Trevor wasn’t even two inches tall! And yet, he towered over Rex like a skyscraper.

               Trevor had been hot as hell before they had both shrunk and being reduced to the size of a green army man had done nothing to diminish Trevor’s incredible muscles. The thick, defined V of Trevor’s Adonis belt pointed down towards Trevor’s huge, thick cock.

               When they had used to fool around, Rex had loved Trevor’s fat cock. It was not just a solid eight inches, but it was thick to boot! It was an impressive specimen that was every as long and thick as Rex’s forearm! Now, however, Trevor’s cock completely eclipsed Rex’s entire body! It was like staring up at a schlong the size of a subway car!

               Rex could feel the ground moving beneath him, but he was too transfixed on Trevor’s cock to realize what it meant. All he could do was lie there suspended in cum while Trevor pressed his cock against the ground and began to grind against Simon’s titanic palm. Rex watched as Trevor’s cock came speeding towards him like a runaway train. Trevor’s thick cock shoving spunk aside like snow in front of a plow as he did so. Rex instinctively tried to roll out of the way, but he was too gunked up to even move! All he could do was like there and watch as the huge, gaping maw of Trevor’s cock closed in on him.

               As Trevor’s cock closed in on him, the spunk rose like a wave and lifted Rex up into the path of Trevor’s slit. He suddenly found himself face to face with Trevor’s slit. Rex was so small that even the slit of Trevor’s cock was taller than he was but only barely. As Rex was pinned against the entrance, he couldn’t help but fantasize about the meme comic that had made its rounds years ago. This was his hole. It was meant for him!

               Even without the force of the spunk pressing against his back, Rex would have excitedly shimmied his way though the open maw of Trevor’s fat cock. The air inside was almost as hot and humid as it had been in Trevor’s mouth. The walls were slick with pre, and the air was heavy with the warmth and smell of cock.

               Rex was as hard as he had ever been. He had always been obsessed with huge cocks, and now that he was the size of a grain of sand, he was small enough to crawl inside them! Trevor’s dick was tiny compared to most guys’ out there, and yet the moist walls clamped down on Rex like the jaws of life. Rex couldn’t even fathom what it would be like to experience a truly huge cock like Simon’s – a dick so indescribably massive that Rex could wander the dark corridor for hours without ever reaching the base. 

               Life had had its ups and downs. Rex had been bored and horny and lonely ever since getting shrunk to near microscopic size, but this moment made it all worth it! This was heaven!

               Trevor got down on his knees and leaned back so his butt was pressed against his heels and began stroking his fat cock with both hands. He could feel the tiny figure wriggling against the oversensitive slit of his cock! He could see the tiny, wriggling form of Rex half buried in the tip of his cock! The sight and sensations drove him wild! Trevor was shuddering like a leaf. His cock was trembling. He was so close to cumming!

               Simon could see that Trevor was really getting into it. He lifted his palm up to his eye so he could get a better look. Simon smirked as he marveled at how hot his boyfriend was. Even at less than two inches, Trevor’s thick muscles looked amazing, and Trevor’s thick cock filled Trevor’s tiny hands and then some.

               Simon was impressed at how fervently Trevor was jacking it. Was it just being held in his hand and covered in his cum that had Trevor so worked up? They had done that several times in the past, and Trevor had always gotten off on it, but this seemed different somehow. Trevor seemed focused more on his own cock than on the overwhelming presence of his titanic lover.

               Simon lifted his palm even closer to his eye, and then he spotted it. A blip so tiny that he wouldn’t have even noticed had he not had practice spotting tiny figures.

               It was Rex! Simon had forgotten all about their third wheel! He and Trevor had had their movie night and jumped straight into fooling around without even thinking about their guest… or perhaps, it was more precise to say that Simon had forgotten. Trevor seemed well aware of their tiny plus one and was taking steps to ensure that Rex had just as much fun as the rest of them.

               Trevor glanced up at the eyeball that filed his field of view like a billboard. He could tell that Simon was intently watching him and his cock. Trevor could only assume by the look of shock in Simon’s eye that Simon had realized where their tiny playmate had gone.

               The combination of how hot it looked and felt to have a tiny guy squirming against the tip of his dick and how hot it was to be watched by the titanic eye of his colossal lover, sent Trevor over the edge. Before Trevor even had a chance to brace himself, he let out a sharp cry, his cock lurched, and a spurt of cum erupted from his tiny dick.

               Simon jerked back instinctively. This was a huge load by Trevor’s standards, but even the messiest load of his little lover amounted to little more than a droplet. After the split second of shock, Simon opened his eyes, and noticed a tiny wad of spunk clinging to his eyelash. The goop was too close to his eye for him to focus his vision on it, but he was sure he could see a tiny spec writhing around in the mass of spunk.

               Simon’s gaze quickly shifted towards Trevor. Trevor was hopping up and down trying to get Simon’s attention.

               “He’s on your eyelash!” Trevor shouted through cupped hands.

               Simon nodded and lifted Trevor up to his eye so that his tiny lover could recover their mutual friend. Once Rex was once again safely in Trevor’s hand, Trevor glanced down at the cum-soaked figure, and then glanced back up at Simon and flashed his titanic lover a playful smirk.

               “Stick out your tongue!” Trevor shouted. This time, he only used one hand to form a megaphone while shouting.

               Simon furrowed his brow but nodded and did what was asked. Simon crossed his eyes and tried to watch what Trevor was up to, but all he could see was his own nose.

               Trevor leaned against Simon’s outstretched tongue and dropped their tiny friend onto the damp surface. Rex was so tiny that he was smaller than even the bumps of Simon’s tastebuds.

               Rex was still winded from being catapulted seemingly hundreds of feet into the air, but as his eyes started to adjust, he realized that Trevor’s open mouth was descending upon him. Rex was too fascinated to be freaked out. Even as Trevor stuck out his tongue and then pressed it down upon him.

               Trevor let out a soft moan as he nuzzled up against Simon’s outstretched tongue. At their current sizes, this was the closest they could get to Frenching, but it was still hot in its own way, and the addition of a tiny passenger made it even hotter. At Trevor’s size, Rex was less than the size of a Tic Tac, and at Simon’s size, he was so tiny as to be indetectable.

               Rex was durable for his size, but even so, being pressed between two giant tongues took his breath away literally and figuratively. Rex came hard as he felt the bumps of Trevor’s wet tongue rub against his rigid cock. He had no idea if this was the first time or the fourth time in this crazy adventure that he had done so. He had been so hot and bothered for the entire encounter that his balls ached as if they had been drained six times over. He had never cum like this when he was his old size. He loved to fool around and be fooled around with, but this was something else entirely. He was so small that he was less than a pill being passed back and forth between two guys as they made out. He was coated head to toe and spit and spunk and sweat. He was so tiny that the sheer mass other guys’ fluids coating his body far outstripped his own.

               Trevor pulled back and spat his passenger out onto the palm of his hand. He smirked as he stared down at the mite-sized dude. Rex just lay there gasping for breath with a look of blissful stupor plastered on his face. Trevor had never seen Rex look so happy before. They were definitely going to have more fun with him in the future.

               Simon flopped back against the couch and lazily lifted Trevor back onto his shoulder. “That was intense…” he gasped.

               “Imagine what it must be like at my size,” Trevor said, equally out of breath.

               “How’s Rex?” Simon asked. He tried his best to turn to face his little lover, but it was difficult to look at someone who was riding on his shoulder.

               Trevor raised his hand toward Simon’s eye. Rex was stuck to his fingertip.

               “He’s blissed out. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this happy,” Trevor said.

               “That’s good. Still… I would have preferred to know he was there before we got into it,” Simon said.

               “I’ll make sure he knows that for next time,” Trevor said.

               “Yeah,” Simon said with a chuckle. “Next time.”

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[atopvisenyashill]

okay so schlong opinions-

aemond wang was exactly like the gendry scene, i feel like hbo has a “are u willing to show cock check yes or no” box and then try to work in that character’s dick somehow so they can brag about having nudity but it’s not sexy, it’s not sexposition, it’s JUST swinging dong.

swinging dong by itself is not bad. the amount of absolutely random tits, bush, and vajeen we have seen in the history of this series is astronomically, and if you just want random dick the way you want random bush my opinion is go for it, we need equality!!! the problem imo is how men don’t get objectifying type sexposition scenes while going full hog the way women are used for like, everything under the sun. there’s some sort of long gender essay here. its 1 am i’m not writing it tho.

actually it’s not dissimilar from dany standing up in the tub - showing nudity as a power play. i’m not inherently against that. but i also would like to point to the dearth of penis in sexy scenes. it’s always a power play, a gritty scene, background dressing.

BUT THE BLOWJOB SCENE? lol lmao

one of the podcasts i watch was like “what is this. what’s happening here. that brothel scene was too long” tbf it’s two middle aged dads who aren’t book fans they’re just chronically online BUT.

there’s still an element of shock factor there rather than titillation imo. also again - background, our focus is aegon.

i’ll give it to them for showing several oral scenes this season tho idk that’s kinda cracking me up a bit.

[jamalgripperton46290]

The Suffocating Scent Of Lust (Joe Biden x Donald Trump)

Jamal Gripperton's Masterlist

A/N (if you haven't already read it go read it now then come back)

(cover creds to BigZTheWriter on Wattpad)

A/N

We're back ppls and the spirit of kinktober is still aflame (as it should be). This fic isn't politically correct in anyway obviously cuz why would it be? We both have no clue about anything with American politics or anything American really, so obvs don't be like pissed or anything bout this. 

All that stuff aside, this is our first fic from a request and is obviously dedicated to our requester, Chococat_Writerrr on ao3. Thanks for requesting we hope you like this one.

P.S- I've never written an abo fic before and I think you can definitely tell.

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Biden's scent was intoxicating, frighteningly so.

Trump just couldn't get the sweet smell off his mind. It's like it lulled him into a deep sense of comfort and home. He hadn't felt that in a long time, which further pulled him in. Alongside with Biden's voice, the way they cowered when he carried himself, his blindingly beautiful physique. How could he resist the walking temptation that practically teased him every day?

Little did Trump know Biden felt the same way towards him. Probably even more so, as he desperately stroked his schlong at the thought of him. Eyes closed and whimpers falling off his lips as he longed for Trumps hands to be wrapped around him instead of his own. Biden longed to always have Trump's scent by his side, the strong but strangely comforting smell that clearly belonged to an alpha.

Sure they both knew that they shouldn't be thinking of the other it the way they were, but they just couldn't stop themselves. The two settled to admiring from afar, eyes lingering for just a little too long for it to just be considered friendly.

Alas, today was a new day that certainly couldn't break the rules on…right?

As Trump wandered through the barren, quiet halls of the white house, he stopped in his tracks once the familiar- but slightly different- scent overtook his nostrils. Biden. In heat. Trump felt his inner alpha growling in hunger and impatience, blood rushed to his nether regions making the tent in his pants larger than it already was. Desperate to get his hands on Biden, Trumps picked up his pace as he speedily strolled through the empty hallway. Biden's scent practically leaked out of his office in strong waves, overtaking Trump with desire.

Turning the door knob then locking it behind him, his eyes landed on the scene in front of him. Biden's clothes were dotted around the room, except his tie that hung loosely around his neck which was a dark pink with heat, as well as his face. He was a sight for sore eyes, desperately trying to get himself off, -but he just couldn't- whines and whimpers of frustration leaving his pink, kissable lips as he did so. His scent filled each and every corner of the room, slowly sending Trump into a dream like state at how delicious it was. Biden let out a whine once he noticed Trump hungrily staring at him.

"Mmm, a slutty, little omega desperate for a warm, thick magnum dong to fill them up?" Trump growled out, looming over Biden with a predatory gaze.

Biden whimpered and feebly nodded his head, craving Trump's length, fingers, tongue, anything.

"Words, Joey" Trump smirked as Biden continued to squirm under his gaze.

"I do want you Trumpy~" Biden mewled.

Trump bent Biden over his table, unzipping his pants and shoving his icky sticky meat stick into Biden. A loud moan left Biden's lips at the deliciously full feeling of Trumps shaft filling him up. Stretching Biden's warm, tight hole as he jack-hammered his schlong into him repeatedly. Pulling out more moans and whimpers from Biden as the table's legs annoyingly screeched against the floor, Trump continued to rut inside him, the deafening sounds of their skin clapping as they meet, the craping of table legs and moans and groans of pleasure filled every corner of the room.

The pair both drew closer to their releases, the moans in the room growing louder and the clapping of skin against skin more frantic. Trump groaned at the feeling of Biden squeezing his ding-a-ling between his gummy walls.

"F- fuck 'm gonna-" Biden moaned out, hands grasping the table.

Just as the words left his mouth, Trump pulled out, Biden juices coated his still rock hard meat stick. Biden whined as he tried to get himself back on Trump, but couldn't under his iron grip.

"Not just yet Joe~" Trump smirked to himself as he spoke, aligning himself with Biden before plunging back in again.

Trump thrusted harder and faster, the lewd sounds in the room growing louder as the two got at it like animals. Biden felt his inner omega's tail wagging and tongue lolling as Trump pulled on his tie, cutting off his air source as he thrusted into him with sheer force so strong he felt as his he was being split apart at the seams.

Not that long after, Biden once again squeezed around Trump as he gripped the table for dear life, his cheek resting against the cool surface, a drastic difference ti the heat and tears of pleasure that rolled down the rosy flesh.

"Mhm, milk my fucking schlong" Trump growled as he felt his inner alpha getting more and more out of control.

Biden was grasping at his orgasm that's just out of his reach as Trump thrusted into him a few more times, sending him into an explosion of pleasure. A loud moan came from Biden as Trump spilled his load into him with an animalistic groan. Although Trump wasn't plunging his length into him anymore, Biden still gripped at the table's edge, as if to keep him down on on earth. He came so hard he swore he could see stars. Panting softly as he rest his head on the table, Trump softly nipped at his pinkish neck, drawing out soft whimpers from Biden.

Maybe breaking a few rules from time to time isn't all that bad.

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A/N

Word count: 1290

Sup lil chickadees? It's Jamal here and goddamn, that was… something. This one was a kind of blast to the not so far past of out first fic The Sharpest Tool In The Shed. At least I feel like that cuz this one reminds me a lot of it. Hope you liked this one as much as we did cuz it is 4:41am on a Tuesday night (wish I could say Friday iykyk) and my ipad which I'm writing this on tight now is at 29% as I desperately try to muffle my laughs while I write this.

This was supposed to be posted on the 5th but we just got busy with homework and stuff but now we're back and ready to post again.

Thanks to all of you loyal readers who come back every new chapter and like what we put out here, we hope you like this chapter and the ones to cum.

Also thanks to AM, PTV, MCR and falling in reverse for helping us get the poeticness to write these chapters (like fr we owe it to you).

Remember kids, always fully cook your chicken and buckle your seat belt.

-Jamal Gripperton and Beezy Bee &lt;3

[dunmertitty]

asking my bottom surgeon if he thinks i’d look better with a fat fuckin chode or a long schlong dong

[themotherofhorses]

I actually forgot that the show exists in her world. So not only is everyone going to think that award winning actor and heartthrob Ewan Mitchell has a secret girlfriend who is giving birth. while he’s cosplaying. But Ewan (actually aemond) is apparently horrible in real life. A raging misogynist to the female doctors and nurses (citadel only accepted men), talked down to everyone, even pulled a knife on his girlfriends mother. And don’t even get them started on all the accusations of witchcraft, someone even got it on video.

His publicist would have a field day with a video of him dressed as aemond (actually aemond).

LMAO PLEASE somewhere in england (probably) ewan is like ?????

but bestie idk if my heart will allow me to write aemond as such a raging misogynist asshole with a long dong meaty targ schlong.

like that is aegon, actually.

lemme pretend that, while in the delivery room and surrounded by women, aemond is chanting in his head, “every woman is an image of the Mother, to be spoken of with reverence.”

her best friend is fair game, tho. she must be punished for insulting his abilities as both a husband and father, questioning him and his wife’s lawful marriage, and then comparing him to some lowborn and common rat.

[kmp78]

"Pokey? What are we 12? For adult women .. who the fuck calls a d*ck pokey?"

Anon doesn't like what we're currently calling Jared's penis, sorry, dick. Here are some other options they might approve of:

Anaconda, appendage, baby maker, baguette, banana, baton, big boy, bobbin, bone, boner, bratwurst, bulge, burrito, butt dart, cane, cannoli, captain winky, carrot, chub, chubby, clit stick, club, cobra, cock, commander, corn dog, corporal, cucumber, custard launcher, D, dagger, danger noodle, deep sea diver, ding dong, dipstick, dong, firehose, gherkin, hammer, hard-on, heat seeking missile, hercules, hoo-ha, hotdog, jackhammer, jawbreaker, jimmy, jizz launcher, johnson, joystick, junior, junk, knob, lady-pleaser, length, lightning rod, log, lollipop, long john, longfellow, magic stick, magic wand, manhood, meat stick, member, Mr. Happy, mushroom, organ, package, pecker, pee pee, peen, piece, pleasure stick, pocket rocket, pogo stick, prick, private, python, rod, sausage, schlong, screwdriver, secret weapon, snake, spear, squirt gun, staff, stallion, stiffie, stud, submarine, super soaker, tallywhacker, thingy, third leg, thrill drill, throbber, thunderbolt, tickle pickle, titan, tool, tree trunk, tri-pod, turkey baster, unit, unmentionable, valiant vein, velvet sword, volcano, wang, warrior, weapon, wee wee, weiner, wenus, willy, wingman, winky, wishbone, wood, woody, worm, yard stick, yule log, zeppelin, and zucchini.

Man, with soo many choices, maybe I SHOULD look into doing fan fic! 🤭🤭

CAPTAIN WINKY!!!!! 😂😂😂

I'm keeping that one. ✔️

[pixeljade]

Satcy's mom has got a giant dong

She keeps it tucked, but I can see its way too long

Stacy can you see, your mom's got big dick energy!

I want to see your mother's schlong

[tequiilasunriise]

bitches, bros, and non-binary hoes:

✨yang xiao schlong✨

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER OF ALL TIME!!! YANG XIAO SCHLONG BONG DING DONG LONG 🐉💛🦾✨✨✨‼️‼️ She’s on a date night with Blake >:D