#THGDSH MMMPH

[lilithsterrarium]

New obsession: Twink w/ an affectionate mean streak

Catching a micro in his bedroom—looking somewhat inoffensive compared to the usual person. A svelte man made up of soft, smooth skin and angular features. Almost feminine in appearance as he peers down at them through long eyelashes. Assessing them.

A soft shush when he picks them up, slender fingers curled carefully around their tiny body, not the tight clutch they’re accustomed to. Humming as he delicately runs a finger across their body, rubbing attentively against the hardening tent in their pants. Smiling lovingly as he pets their head.

It doesn’t take him long to decide to keep that micro in a cage, supplying it with food and fresh water. A new pet.

Though, once he comes back from work, the micro knows that there will be no reprieve from his ‘unwinding’ session.

Feeling his glare upon them as those thin fingers wrap around their waist, hoisting them out of the cage and bringing them to his lap. The poor bastard choking on the scent as he presses them into the soft sole of his foot, squashing them into clammy flesh. Making them lick his feet clean whilst he uses them as an impromptu massager. Taking an interest when they try to wriggle free—grasping them with his toes, squeezing tightly.

Their lithe god reminding them that he could just as easily crush them, instead of being so merciful. The feeling of his plushy sole bearing down upon their body almost being worth the pain.

Once their body is battered and bruised enough, the man gently pinches them between a forefinger and thumb to lift them skyward. Earning themselves an affectionate coo, and a kiss that smothers them against his lips.

Then, the micro watches as the world blurs, whisked over to dangle above the opening of their god’s boxers. Dropping his tiny pet down the back of them, and tucking them away, feeling their desperate little gasps against his asshole. His lips twitching into a smirk as he prods them with a crude tease, feeling their mouth making contact.

Leaving them there. Taking a long few hours to ’relax’ with his pet. A tired grunt melting into a pleased groan when he lays down on the couch and turns on the TV. Absentmindedly groping his ass whilst his beloved pet diligently licks at his eager hole. Knowing that his micro will never know another life.

(Waah I’m so sorry, my drabbles are always so long.) —🐻

FBSCBFCJXJAJCJZJ UCJF GOSH <3

(DONT WORRY I. REALLY ENJOY YOUR DRABBLES 😵‍💫💞)

The look of sheer fear on the poor little thing's face when they're spotted, their new owner peering down at them with an expression so difficult to read... they already look divine, it only makes sense they would be a god...

That fingertip lovingly stroking their head, ruffling their hair.... shnddjdjsd GOSH <3

I'd give anything to be their micro... lapping sweat off their sole, moaning as they rub the poor little thing against every inch of his warm, sweat-soaked skin.... the overwhelming muskand scent staining every inch of his new pet~

DHCHDHCJCH NEEEEEED

Lapping so eagerly at their new owner's asshole, twitching pucker adored and treated right.... hchhdhdhda GOSH <3333