#The Twink Strut

[sirbarnb]

Edwin in the show has that Twink strut about him fr. Motherfucker arches his back, lunges like he's about to start a duel, and brings him back straighter than an electric pole. What is with that?

[lieflipsiege]

it's so funny when straight men have to refer to escher and call him an "effeminate man" like lmao you can't say twink

[bugstuff4ever]

legolas would’ve loved beyoncé 😭💚

[da-millerrrrr]

Osvald to Harvey: L+ ratio + I know the seventh source + it’s love

Cyrus to literally any of his chapter bosses after defeating them: get fucking owned loser.

[deadonyouraccount]

What if I got on all fours and barked

ACTUALLY

Criston you do it I know you want to grrr woof woof woof

FREDDIE FOX as GWAYNE HIGHTOWER HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 2.04 The Red Dragon and the Gold

[boypied]

THE COCKPIT

pairings: stefan salvatore x male reader x klaus mikaelson

summary: stefan and klaus go to a highly exclusive strip club where they catch the male reader on one of his working days, they pay upfront for his 'special treatment'

requested by: anonymous

word count: 1,597

warnings: smut, hair pulling, ass eating, cum swallowing.

Stefan's blindfold begins to slip off his face, revealing the street lights as Klaus speeds up. "Where are we actually going?" Stefan says cautiously as he doesn't like to be in the dark about something, Klaus just chuckles slightly, very obviously excited. "A stripclub," he says bluntly with a very serious tone so that Stefan doesn't think he's joking, he turns his head to face Stefan with a smirk on his face whereas Stefan's eyes widen as he realises he's not joking then he rolls his eyes, "why?" Stefan asks bluntly as he waits for Klaus stupid answer "because...I'm horny and you're just SUPER uptight, " he says with a smirk on his face before Stefan can even defend himself Klaus shouts out excitedly "WE ARE HERE!" He jumps out his car and drags Stefan out the other side.

"Do we have to?" Stefan pleads with Klaus as he practically drags him from the car towards the club, as they get closer and their eyes adjust to the bright neon lights, Stefan's eyes dart up to the sign. "The Cockpit," he says, dumbfounded, whereas Klaus bites his lip at the name basically bricked up just from the title. Once they manage to get past security and the metal detectors, they finally make it inside to where the music is blasting from, "Did they really need all that security?" Stefan says, turning to face Klaus, whose eyes are locked onto the male strippers who are dotted around the club.

The Cockpit's boys are always treated with respect by the customers unless a customer has paid to degrade one of the boys, which he would've fully consented to. A twink in a bunny costume walks over to the two men, "you guys must be new, I haven't seen you around here" he says with a smile on his face, Klaus smirks at him slightly as he checks him out "yeah we're new, heard about this place from one of my friends. They said its the best." He says, his huge smile not dropping off his face once. The bunny-twink chuckles as he adjusts the tray in his hand "well you heard right, you might wanna go get a seat. The new show is about to begin, and he's the club favourite. The music dies down as the male stripper on stage struts off as the dj begins to announce the new on-stage dancer.

"Give a round of applause to the club favourite..." The dj shouts out, getting all the men in the crowd excited. Once all the clapping quieted down, the dj continued; "Sweet Cheeks." The spotlight circles the curtains as you tease your leg through the curtains, making all the men hollar out excited you pull open the curtains to reveal yourself completely. "WOOO!" One group of men yell out, causing you to smirk as you get down on your knees and crawl down the stage as your cute bikini-cut briefs hug your ass perfectly. You have suspenders connected to your briefs as one falls down your shoulder as you crawl to the centre of the stage while your bunny ears wobble.

Klaus and Stefan's eyes widen as you crawl across the stage practically towards them, Stefan digs his nails into the clubs chairs as he stares at you with hungry eyes. Not hungry eyes as in he wants to eat you but hungry eyes because he wants to beat the shit out of your hole, Klaus bites his lip as he grips the imprint of his cock. You lean back on your knees and fall on your back having your cock imprint on display causing all the men to scream and throw dollar bills to you.

You throw your body forward onto the money and arch your back, showing off your bubble butt, I grip onto all the money, pulling it up against your body. Causing all the men hollering out to you saying lewd comments about what they would all do to you. Once you finally finish your performance, you scoop up some money and strut off stage and put all the money into a box for later, since you had finished your performance you had to strut around to see if any of the men wanted a lap dance or something more... sexual.

The moment you step out of that side curtain and onto the main floor, Klaus and Stefan are right in your face, asking you so many questions, practically drooling over you. You eat up every moment of it, you do a little spin for them showing off your full body, and you notice their dick prints twitch with excitement. Klaus hands you a wad of cash, and you flick through it, letting your eyes naturally dart up to meet their eager eyes. "Follow me boys" you say in a seductive tone as you walk into the private suits. The lights change from purple to deep red, leading them into one of the curtain rooms.

They take a seat on the black couch as you stand in front of them, "get naked for me boys. Don't take your eyes off of me" you say in a sultry tone as they stand up and eagerly strip off naked in front of you, while they're undressing you slowly pull down your boxer briefs revealing your black thong that perfectly hugs your ass and hips. Stefan and Klaus slowly sit down with their raging boners on display, you get down on your hands and knees and slowly crawl over to them. You get down on your knees inbetween Klaus and Stefan and take both of their cocks in each hand and you begin jerking them.

You've become a pro at this because of how often you do it, at first it was hard doing it was your less dominant hand but now it's like it was meant to be. Both their moans echo throughout the soundproof "love room" as some people call it. You quicken the pace making them feel the utmost pleasure, you pull away "who gets to be inside me first?" You say seductively. You get into doggy position having your hole on display as Stefan comes up behind you and places a condom on and uses that lube to slide in. "AH!" You gasp out in shock at his size, you've never had one that size before.

Klaus watches from the couch the way your eyes flutter back and your body bounces back and forth, He slowly wraps his hand around his cock and begins jerking it off to you. It's like a live porno, he thinks to himself. Stefan pounds away at your hole getting every penny he put into that wad, he grips onto your hips watching the way your ass jiggles with each thrust. His eyes look up at the way your cheap Halloween store bunny ears wobble with each thrust of his cock.

"H-Harder" you whimper out in pleasure as his cock hits your g-spot. Normally the boys at The Cockpit don't jerk off while being fucked but something about this felt necessary to jerk off to. "So tight!" Stefan groans out with each thrust of his cock edging closer and closer to meeting the end of his pleasure, you jerk off your cock while he pounds out, they become sloppier and sloppier until he shoots his load filling up the condom he put on, he thrusts a couple more times before pulling out and tying up the condom. He gently slaps your ass as he sits back down on the couch watching as Klaus gets up and walks over.

Klaus rips open a condom and rolls it onto his cock, the size condom is large so you know your in for a treat. He grips onto your hips and pushes himself into your gaping asshole, Klaus groans out as inch by inch your hole clings onto his cock. You bite your lip hearing his moans, Stefan pulls out his phone and begins recording this encounter "don't worry this is for his private collection" he says to you as Klaus grips onto your hair pulling it back as he pounds away into you. Your eyes roll back as his cock twitches with each thrust.

Klaus has been edging all day at the thought of fucking one of The Cockpit boys and he got the best one in the house, Klaus' grip in your hair tightens as he pounds faster and faster you jerk off your cock quicker and quicker matching the rhythm of the way he fucks you, Klaus gets closer and closer fucking you roughly like a slut until he comes undone and nuts inside the condom as he continues to pound his way through it, he pulls away and pulls off the condom throwing it onto the floor. You breath heavily as you smile at them "hot" is the only word you can get out as Stefan and Klaus chuckle while they get changed.

Stefan and Klaus both look at eachother until Klaus speaks up "we'll be coming here again that's for sure" you blush as you've just earned yourself a new customer. Stefan agrees with Klaus' remark watching the way your bunny ears wobble as they both say their goodbyes and they leave The Cockpit. You clean up the used condoms, put your bunny costume back on and you leave the love rooms, walking into the break room packing all your stuff up and leaving for the night.

"best fucking night ever" you mumble to yourself wondering if any guy will ever top what they done to you.

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[wishmaster]

can you make me like the most obnoxious and annoying Twink?

Trapped

Considered yourself cursed. From now on wherever you are you'll transform into the obnoxious and annoying Twink suited for your environment, in fact you'll very seldom be the same twink, except maybe when you're home alone where you have a very fem boy Twink persona that makes porn content to supplement your new slutty life.

Take for example your friend's Super Bowl Party where you became this horny, sports obsessed Twink that didn't want to keep his pants on.

In fact you become cute and Sexy twink material at almost the drop of a hat,

you push your sexy cute body on any and everyone hoping they'll finally breed your firm, plump ass and make you call them Daddy.

And you always get your way, especially in your videos where your femboy twink persona struts around trying to please anyone who pops into your live feed.

You are now the most obnoxious and annoying Twink, I just cursed you to become most obnoxious and annoying Twink Anyone around you has ever met, because honestly there is always one most obnoxious and annoying Twink, that at least some one can stand and since your wish was clear we couldn't chance you becoming a beloved obnoxious and annoying Twink, Good luck!

[cassiebones]

Obsessed with the concept of The Coven going to Pride.

Alice makes everybody wear shirts that say "Free Mom Hugs" for all the baby queers at Pride who are estranged from their homophobic families. She made them herself in each of the Coven's signature colors.

Agatha being the first one to don hers, bright violet with white font, checking herself out in the mirror, making model faces at herself while the others roll their eyes.

"Don't hate me because I'm hot," she huffs, strutting toward the door.

Rio puts hers on, forest green with gold font, but singes the ends to give it an edgier look. She nods at herself in the mirror, grinning toothily, before following her wife to the door.

Lilia puts hers one (pale yellow with black font) and smiles happily in the mirror, a tear coming to her eyes. She grew up in medieval times, where even the concept of Pride was nothing more than a sin. Now she gets to give comfort to those who need it most, openly.

Jennifer's is pink. Her magic is blue because she's the Water/Potions witch, but Alice knows she prefers pink. She tucks the shirt up so that it's a bit cropped, going adorably with her glittery skirt.

Alice puts on her orange shirt last, looking at her reflection in the mirror with a smile. She shares a lot of physical similarities with her mom and, in that moment, can almost feel her arms around her again.

Jen pulls her out of her thoughts with a tug on her hand, pulling her outside where their coven waits for them.

Teen (they know his name, but he's just Teen to them still) meets them at Pride, with his boyfriend. They wear cute red shirts that say "Twink 1" and "Twink 2" and hold hands, a giant MLM flag draped over their shoulders.

Twink runs straight into Alice's arms, however, the second he sees her. She hugs him back so tightly despite her tiny stature. He doesn't want to ever let go.

But he has to so that he can hug all his other coven moms.

He hugs Rio and Agatha last, together. Agatha presses a kiss to his jaw (she's too short to reach his forehead) and strokes his cheek, looking up at him, proudly.

When he pulls back, he turns to look at all the people in the streets, all kinds of flags waving in the air. His chest swells and he looks back to the coven, his coven.

"You're going to be busy today," he tells them. "Thankfully, you're not the only ones." He motions to a couple of butches, both of whom wear "Mom Hugs" shirts under their vests.

"I'll give as many hugs as it takes," Lilia says, "to make somebody know that they are loved in this world. We didn't always have that, you know."

Teen nods. "I know," he says, tears in his eyes. He reaches back out for his boyfriend, kisses him, and then smiles at the coven. "We'll see you all later," he says. "Lunch?"

Agatha nods and gives him one last wave before turning back to her coven.

"Okay," she says. "So where do we head off to first?"

"I need some potion ingredients," Jen says. "And that looks like a farmer's market right there. Trust the gays to set up organic goodies at Pride. Bless."

"I'll go with you," Alice says, taking Jen's hand and blushing when the others throw her knowing smirks. "Shut up," she mutters, pulling a surprised Jen away.

"When did that happen?" Agatha murmurs to Rio and Lilia.

"Just now, I think," Lilia retorts, smirking.

"Excuse me?" a voice says behind her. Lilia turns to see a 20-something transgender girl, holding her partner's hand tightly in her own. There are tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, but could I have a--"

Lilia doesn't even let her finish the sentence, reaching out and pulling the girl into her arms, holding her tightly. The young woman towers over Lilia, but she still looks so small in Lilia's arms as the older woman hugs her so fiercely.

"You are loved," Lilia says, reaching for her ear. "You are valid. You are good."

The woman's shoulders wrack with sobs, and Agatha finds herself reaching for Rio's hands, squeezing tightly as she remembers a time when that would have been her.

That was her. When her mother had found out that she'd been kissing other girls, non-witches, she had been furious. She had screamed and cursed, calling Agatha all kinds of names. Evil spilled from her lips so easily.

All because Agatha liked women.

Now here was somebody who became a woman - or who always was one, but never allowed to be one until now - with the transgender pride flag on her shirt, being hugged and loved on by an older generation (medieval old) and reveling in it.

Tears spilled from her eyes and she felt Rio reach out, wiping them from her cheeks. She canted into the touch, leaning in to place her forehead on Rio's. She could see the glint of tears in her wife's eyes, as well.

"How long have you two been together?" a voice asks, breaking them out of their little bubble.

Agatha blinks and looks away from Rio, toward a pair of teenage girls, no older than fifteen, smiling dreamily at them both. They have rainbow stickers littering their bodies, Pride flags sticking out of matching buns in their hair. They're both brunette, one a slightly darker skin color than the other. One of them has braces and deep dimples in her cheeks.

They're so young, Agatha thinks. So filled with joy and hope that Agatha never got to have at that age.

She looks at Rio and they share a smile.

"It's been decades," Agatha says, casually, squeezing Rio's hands.

"Centuries," Rio corrects, grinning. It sounds like a joke to the uninformed, but they know the truth.

"Aww, that's so cute!" the taller of the two girls, who's wearing a pink and orange checker-patterned shirt. "I hope that's us one day, Aggie."

Rio's eyes widen at that. "Aggie?" she asks. "What's that short for?"

Aggie rolls her eyes, wrinkling her nose. "Agnes," she huffs, crossing her arms. "My mom named me after her grandmother. It's so embarrassing."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Agnes," Agatha says, holding out her hand. "I'm Agatha."

Aggie's eyes widen at that. "Seriously? Another Aggie?!"

"I prefer my full name, actually," Agatha says. "And Agnes isn't a bad name, either."

"Of course you would say that," Rio snorts low enough that the girls can't hear her. Agatha elbows her, lightly, in the side. Rio snorts, then looks at the other girl. "What's your name?"

"River," the taller of the girl's says.

Agatha and Rio share a wide-eyed look.

"You're kidding," Agatha says, looking at River.

"Nope," River sighs. "My parents are kinda hippies. I have a brother name Moon and a Sister named Elm."

"Elm?" Rio asks. "That sounds more like the name of a green witch."

River's face blooms pink and her eyes widen. "What?" she says, looking around in a panic. "N-no! We're not...witches! That's ridiculous!"

Agatha and Rio share a look, then each raises their hands and allow a little of their magic to seep out in glowing purple and green clouds, making both girls' eyes widen.

"Witches!" Agnes gasps. "Seriously? That's...wow!"

"So, when you said that you've been together for centuries...?"

"We meant that literally," Rio confirms.

"With one teeny break of a few...decades," Agatha says, waving it off.

"But we're back together," Rio says, squeezing her hand, "and you'll never be rid of me again." She bats her eyes at Agatha, who gives the teens an unamused look, eye roll included.

The teens giggle, then they each hold up their own hands, sparks flying from them for a few brief seconds.

"Ooh," Rio says, "witchlings. Sweet."

"Orange and blue," Agatha points out. "Protection and Potions, respectively. You know, we have a couple of witches in our own coven that match that description."

"Seriously!?" Aggie gasps, shaking her girlfriend's hand. "Where are they? Are they here? Are they..." she flicks her wrist, which makes Rio snort.

"As far as we know," Agatha confirms. "They're also together, like, romantically." She nods in the direction of the farmer's market stalls, where Alice is being embraced by a group of young women, all with multiple piercings and dyed hair, while Jen is embracing another young woman with twists in her hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You can't miss them," she says. "We're in uniform today."

The teens share a look before each embracing one of the witches. Agatha and Rio are both taken aback by the affection, before wrapping their arms around them in return.

"You are loved," Agatha whispers into Aggie's hair, holding her tightly. "You are valid."

"You are good," Rio says into River's hair.

The girls pull back and all four of them have tears in their eyes. Agatha wipes at hers, then shoos the teens away, sending them toward their coven mates. The girls immediately clasp hands, waving back at them over their shoulders.

"We could never have done that in our youth," Agatha murmurs, frowning slightly. "Just walked openly in the middle of all these people, holding hands, making it clear that we were gay. The world has changed so much."

"For the better, in this instance," Rio adds, squeezing Agatha's hand. Agatha nods, resting her head on Rio's shoulder. Rio places a kiss on her temple and they enjoy the moment of silence and solitude for a moment.

Then, "Where's Lilia?"

"Over there," Rio says, nodding to where a line of people have gathered, just to receive one of Lilia's hugs. There aren't only teenagers there, but people of all ages, some even looking older than Lilia herself (though it's improbable that any of them actually are). She hugs them tight, then whispers soothing words to them as they cry.

"She is really in her element," Agatha says, looking at her, wondering what her youth had been like if she'd had somebody like Lilia there to tell her that she was loved, that she was not evil, like her mother had said. Would Lilia have helped her escape Salem before the execution? Would she have consoled her, hugged her, told her that she was worthy of something more?

Rio had been the one to do that for Agatha, at the time, but it was after the death of her original coven, after the damage had already been done.

Agatha is just grateful that there's somebody for these kids now. That the world is changing, that they can be out in the open, that they have the language to express themselves like she'd never had.

"We should get married," Agatha says, suddenly, looking at Rio.

"What?" Rio asks, lifting a brow. "We're already ma--"

"Legally, too," Agatha says. "I mean, I know in witch law, we are married. But...we should get married again. Legally, by government standards."

"Why?" Rio asks.

"Because we can," Agatha retorts. "Because we couldn't the last time we were together. We couldn't even really be out in the open, not like this." She looks around at the other Pride attendees. "I want to stand in front of as many people as possible and tell everybody that I am gay and in love with you and that we'll be together for the rest of our existence." She takes a deep breath. "Do you want that, too?"

Rio grins down at her. "More than anything," she breathes, leaning in to kiss Agatha's lips, pulling her tightly against her own body.

When they pull back, Agatha has her hand clasped around something, smiling up at Rio as she gets down on one knee.

"Rio Vidal," she says, getting the attention of everybody within hearing distance, "will you spend all of eternity with me?" She hears several people gasp, including Lilia, but she doesn't turn to look at any of them. Her gaze is focused only on Rio.

Rio, swallowing thickly as tears fills her eyes, nods furiously, holding out her left hand. Agatha opens her fist, revealing a platinum ring with a bright, glittering amethyst embedded in it, sliding it onto Rio's fingers, then allowing herself to be lifted off the ground and into Rio's waiting arms, sharing a deep kiss with the love of her life as applause thunders around them.

This is something she had never imagined could happen when she was thirteen years old, sobbing as her mother called her evil for daring to touch her lips to those of another girl. It was a shame that was planted deep in her chest, blooming anytime her thoughts drifted toward another woman, no matter how innocently.

Rio was the one who had pulled that shame out of her, by the roots, making her feel proud and loved and unashamed of herself for the first time.

And now Rio is the one she will spend the rest of her life loving, free of shame.

When they pull away from their kiss, Rio is grinning madly at her, holding something up. When Agatha sees what it is, she rolls her eyes. It's a gold ring with an emerald setting, looking kind of black at the edges, in the shape of a heart.

"You're very cheesy for the embodiment of Death," Agatha murmurs even as she allows Rio to slide the ring onto her finger.

"You love it," Rio whispers back, pressing another kiss to her lips. "Admit it: it makes you go weak at the knees."

"At least I have you to hold me upright."

"Who's the cheesy one now, huh?"

"YOU GUYS ARE ENGAGED?!"

Without warning, Teen wraps his arms around them both, hoisting them up about a foot in the air and spinning with them a few feet before he runs out of steam. Still, he embraces them, hugging so, so tightly.

Then the rest of the coven joins in - Lilia and Alice and even Jen - and Agatha would usually feel suffocated by so many people around her, but now she just feels...loved.

[alphajocklover]

Stereotypical

**hey there! been a while! Hope you don't mind that I take some time between stories. I tend to work when inspiration strikes me so there are going to be some hiatuses. Hope you like this next one. never written anything like this before, so I hope it's sexy and not offensive**

Peter Lee fucking hated stereotypes. He hated how people expected him to be great at math just because he was asian. He hated how everyone saw him as a nerd, and acted like because he was Asian he wasn’t a man. He hated how everyone automatically thought he was into nerdy stuff like comic books and video games. He hated every awful stereotype he was constantly reminded of. What he hated most, however, was the fact that he was exactly what those stereotypes said he would be.

Peter Lee was, in fact, a nerd. He was great at math, and everything else he put his mind to. He loved comics, video games, and practically everything nerdy. Worst of all, he was barely a man. He was 5’8, weighed less than 150 pounds, and according to his one and only ex-girlfriend Mel, had a pathetic micro-cock. Peter Lee was every Asian stereotype in the book. He was even a shitty driver. Peter didn’t love that he was a walking stereotype. He hated how small he was, how nerdy he was, how diminutive and nervous he always acted. What he hated most though was the fact that everyone had to make it a race thing! Yes he was a geek, yes he was asian, but why did he have to be an asian geek? As Peter left the library of his college after another all night study session, he saw a particularly bright star and, without thinking, he wished. He wished, with all his heart, that things were different. Not that he was different. Peter didn’t like himself but he didn’t hate himself enough to change. He just wished the stupid stereotypes were different, so that his own insecurities and shortcomings weren’t a race thing.  And, in a flash, everything was different..

Peter woke up with a groan, lifting his head up from his pillow and wiping away his drool. How late had he been out last night? He lifted himself out of the bed, his body heavy with sleep, and made his way over to a mirror. He checked himself out, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and inspecting himself in the mirror

Pete gave himself a slight smirk and a cocky flex as he looked over his body. He felt sort of… strange… but he looked the same. Same bouncing pecs, same incredible abs, same handsome face and sexy biceps. Maybe his cock had grown a bit? It was pretty big and always bulging through his sweatpants but it was hard to tell. After looking over himself in the mirror for some time, Pete came to a conclusion: that nothing had changed. He was who he had always been, a stereotypical asian college student. Like all asians he was tall, almost 6’4, incredibly beefy and had a cock that woman and gays just went crazy for. It wasn’t all great being a stereotypical asian stud though. Just like the stereotype he fucking sucked at math, or anything school related. Not that anyone cared when he and his bros went cruising in his sports car, showing off their muscles and picking up some chicks. Who needs brains when you have the ultimate awesome asian brawn? Pete gave an entitled, cocky grin to himself as he strutted out of his latest hookup apartment, a black twink named Trent. Black guys always made for the hottest twinks, at least according to the stereotypes. Peter made his way to the college gym where his 3 best friends and fellow asian meatheads were waiting for him. Pete probably would have been a little embarrassed about how much he and his friends fulfilled the asian jock stereotype… if he knew what the word stereotype meant.

High in the sky, invisible in the daylight, a supernova blazed, another wish having been granted.

[throwing-roses-into-the-abyss]

ngl I'm a big fan of how junior turned human and went from not knowing what a computer is to being fully immersed in online/queer culture in the span of. idk. a few weeks? while at boarding school. "it's giving queen", strutting around in a cunty crop top, like alright!! boy barely understands what it means to be human but apparently being a twink is universal across species

[just-your-average-author]

TIT RECAP/THOUGHTS

SPOILERS OBV

Okay so firstly the open PSA that Dan wrote about "no photos or videos if you do, I will sue your ass to the ground" and "no flash photography do you want Phil to fall off the stage...again?!?!?" killed me. it was so cute

preshow playlist, stunning, beautiful all around bops.

the sudden cut off of the music and lights to signal the show started, genuinely shocked and I was SAT let me tell you.

THEY CAME OUT AND THEY WERE REAL?!? NOT A SIMULATION?? listen I still can't get over that, I can't believe they were real people who look and sound exactly like they do on my tv at home!! I was so focused on them and soaking every moment in, I couldn't handle it

have I mentioned how attractive they are?!?!?

okay also literally Phil straight up STOPPED THE SHOW BECAUSE HE HAD TO SNEEZE AND DAN JUST STARED AND WAS LIKE PHIL WTF and I loved every second I was like yes this is straight up what they do in videos, let's have our little squirrel moment babes.

plus it made it feel even more silly and improv, overall I know obv they scripted a lot but it was sooo interactive and they ad libbed so much and I adored it

the dollhouse recap i swear wtf. first off, it was such a creative and fun idea and the different sets, and dressed up dolls that the clothes matched!! also okay I'm so sorry I had no idea the random sex positions would be a theme of the show so I was gobsmacked, but the 69ing during pinof??? "so we did what 2 closeted twinks did upon meeting each other for the first time.... put sharpie's cat whiskers on!!!" shut up for the love.

I genuinely loved the role model or no-el model segment. my show was in NC so they first option for Dan as the Mr. Lawyer was he bans ___ and someone said south carolina and they both just were rendered speechless and were like damn oh dear but laughing too.

The boxing match was so hot dear heavens, Dan's expression when Phil came out in the fake- *cough* I mean very real abs. He was acting for his LIFE.

the confessions were so good, just wish it lasted a little longer. the yapping was good and also idk if this was standardized but the whole thing where Phil said "I have a cute but also sociopathic thing going on and I think it's working for me 😌" like shut up you're so adorable

omg the quick change where they kept their mics on and narrated so many innuendos I was dying omg so silly and so funny I loved it. I was really impressed with how fast they changed, but also talked the whole time.

I loved every single solitary part of this show and I loved how they joked about how they were sorry we all went to school with whiskers then got out in the trash (cause yeah basically) and how they literally did raise us and should be blamed for us being feral not our actual legal guardians.

okay so. this show 9/10. here's where the last 1 point went.

please don't kill me, but I wasn't a fan of the song. I'm not entirely sure what it was, but the whole show was so raw and perfect and then the song was just really synthetic and overly autotuned where I personally didn't even hear their voices. like I couldn't tell who was singing which part. the ukulele part was cute, and I really hoped that would've been all of it, I guess the internet is here and interactive introverts and everything's fine just was so good you couldn't raise the bar again, but that was just my personal opinion, I know a lot of people loved the song and it was catchy and cute, I'm just not personally a fan of kpop/synthesized music so I was a little disappointed in the song but the dancing slapped so hard.

Dan flawlessly executing every move and strut and making eye contact with us while Phil very intentionally was focused on not tripping or walking off the stage and looking at Dan a few times to check if he was doing it right MY HEART.

cuties, gay, both of them, love them

overall I spent last night frantically calculating if I could afford to spontaneously go see the Nashville show as well and spend another 10 hours in the car today but regretfully thought against it.

[user211201]

Good Game

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Originally posted on 2022-06-06 by dumb-and-jocked.

This was a collaboration piece with @rozza22365.

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“Babe, how did you know exactly what I needed?” Brenden asked, skipping happily along the trail with his boyfriend’s hand in his own.

“I have my ways,” Chaz replied nonchalantly, although it was evident he’d thought about this long and hard. The whole day had gone according to his plan of making Brenden feel as relaxed as possible. After a very stressful promotion process at Brenden’s hair salon, Chaz knew the 22-year-old was going to need a break. He planned a romantic weekend getaway involving time at the beach, a stroll through the local park, and a fancy meal for dinner followed by “dessert”. Chaz was working hard to help his boyfriend take a step back from reality. Brenden just needed to slow down to keep his miniature body from exploding.

And by miniature, Chaz meant the 5’5 skinnier-than-a-flagpole twink hopping beside him like a delicate gazelle. His stick-like figure (along with the platinum-blonde locks gelled up in the front and a pair of beach balls in the back) often made him a target for bullying, including homophobia. Luckily, Chaz was usually enough to scare them off. The recent college-grad was only 5’11, but thanks to his many years on the swim team had developed a modest frame. He’d also gained a comfortability with public speaking and argumentation thanks to his political science degree. Once he got a job, then Chaz believed he would have everything he would need to be happy in life.

“Oh! Honey, look!”

Before Chaz could even follow Brenden’s sight line, his boyfriend was already skidding across the field. Chaz walked comfortably behind, smiling as he noticed how the light breeze blew through Brenden’s salmon-striped tank and ripped white jeans. Chaz thought about catching up, but he didn’t want to run in his cheap sandals. Not only that, but the last thing he wanted to do was rip his khakis and sweat through his casual button-up. It was already pretty warm out, so any extra effort might have strained Chaz’s body in ways that wouldn’t be attractive.

“Yum…” Brenden was basically drooling as Chaz joined him at the top of the hill. About 200 feet away were a group of jocks wrapping up what looked to be a game of baseball. They all appeared to be around the same age as the couple, except each was about double the size of both boyfriends put together. Even from a distance, one could see the jocks’ bulging muscles, shimmering layer of sweat, and (thanks to their lack of shirts) set of washboard abs. And their gym shorts perfectly showcased the numerous perky behinds and overstuffed pouches. With their hats all turned backwards as well, they looked exactly like the stereotypical college jocks.

“No kidding…” Chaz joined in the ogling, watching as they packed up their gear and started heading out. The boyfriends couldn’t stop admiring how the jocks looked, strutted, and acted. Their physical features weren’t the only thing the pair noticed however. The jocks were all engaging in playful gay banter, fake-kissing and bromanticizing with each other. Although it was pretty obvious that all of them were typical arrogant, straight boys pretending to be men, Brenden and Chaz couldn’t help but fantasize about the simplicity of their life.

The couple watched on as the jocks got into two lines facing opposite directions, ready to give each other the classic “Good Game” sendoff. However, instead of giving high-fives, they instead swatted every butt playfully. Brenden and Chaz bit their lip, every jiggle of a straight male’s buttock translating into a tiny pulse of pleasure through their modest boners.

“Did we…” Chaz started. “Did we just get baited?”

“No, at least I don’t think so,” Brenden retorted, taking a breath. “I think that was all natural. Nothing gay about it.”

“No homo,” Chaz imitated in a broish tone, gaining a laugh out of his boyfriend. “Ready to head out, sweetheart?”

“Just a second.” Brenden was still looking down at the field. “I think the boys might’ve left us a present.”

Sitting on home base lay two blue baseball caps. Making sure no one else was watching, Brenden instantly made a run for it. With a small smirk, Chaz followed behind at a quicker stroll. Apparently tonight’s “dessert” was going to involve roleplay.

“Chazzy! How do I look?”

The blue hat sat comfortably on Brenden’s head, the bill shading his cute face from the harsh sun.

“Exactly like them,” Chaz responded sarcastically, placing the other hat on his head.

“Thanks, bro,” Brenden replied in his version of a broish tone before leaning in for a kiss.

“Mmm!” Chaz was surprised to feel his boyfriend’s tongue quickly slide through his mouth. Once they pulled apart, Chaz stopped any further affection, “Darling, let’s roleplay when we get home.”

“But no one’s here,” Brenden whined. “No one will see us. Now, flip your cap around.”

Chaz quickly surrendered, too horny to use any of the argumentation skills he had learned over the years. Rushed, he did one more sweep around the field before following instructions. Brenden flipped his own as well, letting the front of his quiff pour out of the empty hole in the front. Instantly, the pair felt a sharp shock strike through their bodies. They physically lurched in extreme agony for a moment, but seconds later they had already forgotten about the pain.

“So what do you say, babe,” Brenden tried replicating his broish tone again. “Should we…”

Chaz, getting the memo, leaned down for a kiss. He closed his eyes, ready to feel his boyfriend's soft lips touch the bottom of his own. Chaz kept feeling himself get lower and lower, but eventually he became confused as to why he hadn’t reached Brenden yet.

“Dude! Open your eyes!”

Chaz’s eyelids lifted to reveal Brenden’s crotch right in his face.

“Ah ew babe!” Chaz backed away in disgust. “How could you prank me like that?” Brenden however was laughing so hard that Chaz could see each one of his skinny abs rippling on his lanky body. The 6’5 beanpole was cackling up a storm.

“Gotcha!”

“I didn’t even realize I had leaned in so far,” Chaz joined in with Brenden’s jovial nature. At 6’4, he must’ve bent almost straight down in order to get to his boyfriend’s crotch. “Ok, so can I kiss you now?”

“No bro, we’re still roleplaying.” Chaz noticed how Brenden was getting more in touch with his broish tone, so he decided to follow suit.

“Alright then…broski…what’s next?”

“What’s next babe is a game of gay chicken.” Brenden appeared extremely eager for this. Chaz could tell by the way his boyfriend’s cut-like-steel and shaped-like-diamonds calves bounced excitedly back and forth.

“What’s that?” Chaz replied, positioning his own legs out into a kickstand. Thanks to his khaki shorts, people were also able to see the fine, rugged calves he owned. Similarly cut like Brenden’s, yet just a little tanner and meatier. Although if Chaz ever brought this up, Brenden would just compete by acknowledging how he was slightly taller so his calves were drawn out more.

“It’s simple, bro. It’s where basically two dudes get as close to a kiss while trying not to. The person who kisses first loses.”

Chaz considered this, a little thrown off by the game. The rules seemed simple enough, but why would his boyfriend want to play this? Chaz was so horned up right now that he could just stick his head between Brenden’s two massive thighs. Chaz could just daydream about how if he placed his skull into Brenden’s gym shorts, then his boyfriend would probably be able to break him open like a ripe watermelon. Their chunky, meaty size was almost tangible, but unfortunately that’s not the game his boyfriend wanted to play right now. Chaz instead reminded himself that it could happen tonight for dessert.

“Ok, I’m in,” Chan announced, suddenly enthused over the prospect of a challenge. He clapped his own thighs together in anticipation, sending ripples across his soft and muscular quads. Just like his boyfriend’s, they too filled his own gym shorts nicely, looking like candy with a tight wrapper.

“Sweet dude! Since I brought the game up I have to go first.” Although Brender had seemed excited, Chan noted the new tone in his voice. The use of “have'' accented a new emotion laced into his boyfriend’s words: fear. The emotion was also evident in the way Brender’s torso was super tense. The man’s abs were extremely hard, flexed to their max capacity. His tender pecs were solid while his silver-dollar nipples were rock hard. Even the man’s delts displayed apprehension, hiding away from their true larger-than-life wingspan.

Slowly but surely, Brender slowly reclined forward. To make sure he didn’t get too close and lose in the first round, he placed a porcelain hand against Chan’s carved chest. He subtly felt up his boyfriend’s 6-pack, noting how each one felt like a stone plucked straight from the earth. Brender’s finger ran up the valley into the upper torso, giving each of the mounds of flesh Chan called pectorals a cheeky squeeze. He also made sure to give a little flick to one of Chan’s nipples, which truly looked more like an udder than something meant for nothing.

Brendor got close, but he paused at about 6 inches. “Gonna be hard for you to beat that!”

“Pfft, sure bro.” Chant was pretty confident this wouldn’t be as difficult as his boyfriend had made it look. Chant took a similarly sluggish speed that Brendor had, making sure to move forward at a cautious pace. To assure he didn’t fall forward, Chant grabbed his boyfriend’s massive arms. Brendor’s forearms were so long and sturdy with veins accentuating their muscular mass. His biceps were so firm and his triceps had a similar amount of vigor. Even the other man’s hands were gigantic, looking big and solid enough to catch a baseball without the mitt.

Getting to the 6-inch mark that Brendor had made it to, Chant slowed down his pace even more. He felt his own brawny appendages become strained, his own veins snaking across robust arms. Similarly to Brendor, Chant’s biceps stood as two proud mounds atop his tanned flesh. His triceps had a identical mass, and his forearms displayed a strength that had been built up over years of hard work. His heavily-calloused, giant hands only furthered the argument by looking more fit for a package of Hamburger Helper than a human being. Right as he passed Brendor’s previous attempt, Chant gave an obnoxious set of kissy lips before taking a step back.

“Almost had me there bro,” Brenor replied in a tone that was deep, masculine, and empty.

“Huhuhuh, you wish dude.” Chent couldn’t help but guffaw, his voice an almost identical replica. Absentmindedly adjusting his rope wristband, Chent felt a rush of adrenaline race through him as he said, “Ball’s in your court.”

Brenor gave a quick nod, his bulging Adam’s apple shaking in agreement. Bending his tremendous upper traps, Brenor approached Chent’s face once again. While watching his boyfriend dip closer, Chent took his time studying every part of the other man’s face. A square jaw loosened gently with some baby fat that made him look extra adorable. Eyebrows bushy but his brown hair was at a crew cut length beneath the cap. Big nose to circulate air while working out and fading eye black to advertise that there wasn’t much behind those dull brown eyes.

Reaching in on Chent’s last milestone, Brenor carefully cupped one of his gargantuan hands against his boyfriend’s face to steady himself. He loved how it perfectly fit against the other man’s carved jaw, the way it caressed the other man’s Neatherandthal-like bone structure. He couldn’t stop himself from analyzing Chent’s crooked nose after being broken from a previous game, or the way that his blond crew cut matched his light eyebrows. Even Chent’s lackluster eyes had a certain shine to them. He wasn’t hypnotized by the looks however, he was just purely appreciating aesthetics. And with that realization, Brenor pulled away gleefully.

“Let’s go bro!” Brevor cheered, stomping his Size 15 blue Nike’s hard on the ground.

“I thought I was just about to win there, babe.” Crent playfully kicked Brevor’s shin with a Size 14 black Adidas, not noticing how the term of endearment had come out more like an insult. Noting his socks had fallen down a little, he faithfully bent down to pull them up before continuing.

“You still have time to surrender,” Crent sniggered.

“Nah bro, you’re about to fade!” Brevor may have been right, that last stretch was getting close. But that didn’t mean Crent was going to give up! Confidently, he grabbed his boyfriends behind and pulled him in. Crent may have been focusing on his game of gay chicken, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t allowed to feel up his bro’s ample bottom on the side. And wow, was he glad he did. It was thick and tough. Soft, yet too muscular to derive any pleasure from. Sneakily, Crent shoved a finger into Brevor’s butthole, finding it was way too tight to be welcoming.

“Hey!” Brevor yelped.

“Sorry, brohama,” Crent purred. “I’m just luring you in.”

“The point of the game isn’t to turn me on, dude,” Brevor sneered. “That’s a different game of gay chicken.”

“I just gotta get comfortable, bro. Just doin’ the same thing to you I do to a…”

Crent stopped himself, unsure of what word was supposed to finish that sentence. Instead of dwelling on it however, he continued. With one hand still on the butt, Crent slowly explored the rest of Brevor’s midsection. He found a pair of heavy kumquats hiding in the man’s shorts, so large they were probably painful to contain in clothing. Above those was his boyfriend’s babymaker, a soft 7 inch sausage stuffed not so subtly. Right as Crent passed Brevor’s previous point, mere centimeters away from the lips, Crent gave the other man’s dick a quick squeeze and backed off.

“Is somebro feeling a little frisky?” Brevor remarked.

“We’ll see when you kiss me,” Crent antagonized back. Not being one to back down, Brevor stuck his hand right into Crent’s shorts. Finding the soft 7 inch joystick, he pulled the other man so close that he could feel Crent’s balls rub against his. Even though they were separated by layers of fabric, Brevor was able to feel their succulent, robust nature. After giving the pouch a good squeeze, Brevor found that Crent’s buttocks shared the same descriptive adjectives. Succulent and robust, but also tense.

“What…what are you doing…bro?” Crent murmured, finding Brevor’s actions were a little less playful than his own.

“I’m losing.”

And with that, Brevor pushed himself into Crent’s lips. At first it was only Brevor kissing, but Crent got the memo and quickly began reciprocating. It wasn’t very long and it wasn’t involving tongues, but it was a kiss nonetheless. Both of the men felt odd and weird about the kiss, but part of them felt good about it too.

Immediately, the two men felt their dicks get hard followed by a constantly-looming need to touch them. Being preoccupied by their strange kiss however, they could only think of one way to resolve their issue: grinding. The two bros instantly started humping each other, as if the same, horny thought process was guiding their decisions. But with each rub against the other body, their attraction and horniness faded, becoming nothing more but amusement towards each other. The thought of actually liking each other felt pretty gay. And the more the two bros shared their gaze while kissing and humping, the less desire they felt. Instead, they discovered a great friendship and comradery towards each other.

The fading of attraction towards was closely followed by their homosexuality as a whole. Even though they were physically with their bro, they were mentally dreaming about boobs and tight pussy. Their homosexualities weren’t the only things disappearing however, as their IQ had been steadily dropping during their entire process of “appreciation of the male form”. Their minds began restructuring, new memories settling in and piecing together their new lives.

Flashes of sports, porn, and endless sex. Bad grades and rich parents, privileged backgrounds and dull futures. Lots of banter with the bros, even a bit of gay banter. Obviously, they sucked and jerked their bros off every now and then but that wasn't gay–just dude stuff. Sometimes they even destroyed nerds’ holes in order to make them do their homework, but as long as they topped it wasn’t gay. And a simple “no homo” always cleared things up though.

Laughing more as they humped, the two men (if they could really be called that) began thinking of this more as a stupid game. With so many memories of banging and impregnating countless cheerleaders and sorority chicks over the years, the thought of being gay seemed like a foreign concept. Just the idea of motorboating or ramming their cocks and seeding some bimbo made the two jocks want to-

“OH BRO!” they both shouted in unison as giant blasts of cum soaked the front of their shorts. With IQs under 90, the pair began showcasing the best of male intellect by jokingly rubbing their wet fronts against each other.

“You’re such a fag, bro!” Trent guffawed. “I knew I was gonna win.”

“Oh whatever dude,” Trevor huffed. “I wasn’t the fairy who was enjoying it.”

They both continued bantering with each other before realizing the rest of their crew had already gone back to the frat house. Accepting defeat for now, Trevor smirked and gave Trent a playful spank.

“Good game, bro,” Trevor ceded. “But I’ll getcha next time.” Trent chuckled dully before giving a smack back to Trevor’s behind.

“Sure, broski. Good game.”

[ultram0th]

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 26: Twink

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Derek bumped into some small, tiny guy. The little guy wore comically oversized clothes as he ran off, looking panicked and frightened. 

“Fuckin’ weirdo,” Derek snorted, readjusting his gym bag over his broad shoulder. 

The 6’3” alpha sauntered into the gym to workout. Normally, the muscled stud preferred to lift or perform bodyweight exercises at home where he wouldn’t have to deal with a lot of people. However, after renovating his house, he didn’t want to mess it up with his musk, so he’d opted to get a gym membership. After a few weeks of working out at one of the local gyms, Derek was surprised to discover that he actually liked to work out in public. There was something about being one of the bigger guys at the gyms that filled him with a sense of pride. Towering over the other men and easily out-muscling them only cemented his role as an alpha, and Derek could only smirk as he threw his weight around the gym.

After changing in the locker room, Derek strutted out onto the gym floor clad in only tight gym shorts that strained against his powerful thighs. His impressive chest muscles were on full display as he moved towards the weight pile. His chiseled, plump pecs illustrated sheer masculine power, and Derek frowned a bit when he realized that the gym was virtually empty.

“Guess the other guys just can’t keep up,” he hummed to himself, grabbing the heavier weights on the rack and performing bicep curls like it was second nature to him. His bowling ball-sized mounds flexed with power as he lifted, and Derek couldn’t help but admire his bulky form in the large mirror.

Derek was so caught up in working out that he barely noticed when another gym patron walked up to the weight pile, grabbing a weight that was a little heavier than Derek’s.

This other guy rivaled Derek’s size, both in height and musculature, much to the alpha’s annoyance. This other guy’s thick curly hair reached the same exact 6’3” height as did Derek; that fact bothering Derek for some inane reason. Plus, this other guy also worked out shirtless, showing off his pumped up muscles that exuded manly power. His chiseled pecs were just as rounded as Derek’s, and when he lifted his weight, his bicep bulged to the same exact size Derek’s had.

The other guy glanced towards Derek and nodded at the lighter weight in his grasp. “My girlfriend likes to use the smaller weights too,” he chuckled.

Derek bristled at the obvious attempt to make him look weaker than the unknown douchebag. He just clenched his jaw as he set the weight down, opting for an even larger one than the other guy’s. Gritting his teeth, he began to rack out several bicep curls.

The subtle way the other man’s eyes widened caused the alpha to smirk, loving how his bicep pumped up to an incredible size. The arm burned with lactate and he could vaguely make out the other guy muttering something under his breath, yet Derek was too focused on trying to look like the bigger man.

Derek’s muscles burned from his workout, the burning sensation seemingly spreading throughout the rest of his body from his arm. The immense weight in his hand steadily felt heavier by the second, Derek chalking it up to reaching muscle failure. He thought that it was odd that he’d reached it in under a minute since he could usually lift heavy amounts of weight for a substantiated amount of time.

Derek grunted as he attempted to perform one more rep, yet his arm started to shake and he ultimately dropped the weight, letting it clang loudly onto the floor. 

The guy chuckled again, and clapped Derek on the bare shoulder. “Don’t worry, Little Guy,” he teased, “there’s no shame in starting off with the smaller weights. We all gotta start somewhere, right?”

Derek swallowed down a growl and instead tried to glare threateningly at the other guy to get him to leave him alone… but he stopped when he stared directly at the dude’s chin. Earlier, Derek could’ve sworn that they’d stood eye to eye.

Derek’s eyes widened when he witnessed the other guy actually growing. As impossible as it seemed, the other gym goer sprouted up in height, his muscles also packing on some serious size. His pecs plumped out even more and his arms took on some more consider meat. 

“What the fuck?” Derek muttered, freezing when he heard his voice. It was void of any baritone, making his voice sound lighter and almost squeakier, as if it had shot up a few octaves. 

Then the horror slowly dawned on Derek that the other guy wasn’t just growing, but Derek was also shrinking.

Derek watched as his line of sight kept slipping lower and lower, until he was staring directly at the other man’s plump pecs. It didn’t stop there though, as all of Derek’s muscles began to deflate. 

“What the fuck’s happening to my muscles!?” Derek squeaked out in his smaller voice, holding his arms out in horror as his biceps steadily grew flatter.

Derek was helpless to do anything except watch as all of his hard-earned muscles grew flatter and near nonexistent. His arms shrank until they looked like unremarkable sticks, lacking any bulges whatsoever. His pumped up pectorals gradually flattened as they shrank against his chest, looking smaller and smaller until his entire torso was flat— lacking major pecs or even any abs. Even his legs thinned out as quads and calves deflated, growing smaller until Derek had little twigs to stand on.

To add insult to injury, Derek paled as he squirmed and felt an uncomfortable bagginess in the front of his boxers, the front of his shorts looking flat.

When he was finally done shrinking, Derek stared at his skinny body in shock and horror, estimating that he must’ve lost well over fifty pounds of pure muscle, and that he had to have stood at a measly 5’3” now.

“Wh-what did you do to me?” Derek roared, but his lighter voice didn’t hold any sort of threatening quality to it at all. In his frustration, he tried to charge forward and pummel the now larger man, but as he swung his tiny fists at the man’s massive bulk, the other guy didn’t seem phased.

The big gym bully just snickered. “Sorry, Little Man,” he scoffed, gently shoving Derek away, yet the incredible difference in strength sent the tiny alpha stumbling backwards until he fell on his tiny butt with a thud. “There’s only room here for one gym alpha.” 

To illustrate his point, the larger man lifted his powerful arms and flexed his massive biceps which flexed to the size of small melons, easily out sizing Derek’s tiny stick-like arms.

Out of humiliation, Derek took off, sprinting out of the gym in a frenzy, embarrassed at how there was a lack of dangling sensation between his legs. He hurried into his Camaro and nearly wailed as he had to readjust his seat closer to the wheel because his shortened legs couldn’t reach the pedals.

As the tiny man sped off, a large bodybuilder entered the gym, his large muscles oddly already starting to burn the second the stepped foot inside…

[rawmeknockout]

Tfp starscream getting pegged by reader, if that's okay. I want that twink obliterated

“And he- Unnf!“ Starscream jerks forward into his berth, complaints broken off under the force of your thrusting, “He dared to humiliate me-EEE! On the bridge! In front of everyone!”

You nod, despite the fact he can’t see it, and hum in assent. You had been there, alright, and you had watched sympathetically as Megatron wiped the floor with Starscream. It was hard to watch, harder still when you looked over at Knockout snickering behind a clawed servo. You don't envy Starscream's position at all.

"I'll kill him. I'll make him ssSSS!-Uffer," The seeker's claws dig furiously into his own berth, ripping it up with little thought. He's always rather careless when you have him bent over, which is more often than you should indulge. You have a hard time saying no to your paramour. The closer he comes to overload, the more forcefully he pushes back into your meager thrusting. You haven't the strength he's after in a partner, but any mention of him fragging a mech of his preference draws a strange sort of ire from him.

You suppose he's grown involuntarily attached to you, but you wouldn't say that to his face.

"Faster!" It's the first word he's said all evening that didn't have to do with Megatron or his recent humiliation. A sign you've done a good job, despite how enraged he is. You press a hand between his shoulder struts, pressing him down further to leverage your weight. His fans whine from the exertion of keeping up with his internal temperature, only furthered by the way you press him into the berth. He overloads when you kiss the center of his spinal strut, framed by his outstretched wings.

He nearly shoves you off the side with how he lurches back, your hand losing grip between his shoulders, wing almost dangerously clipping your head. Starscream grabs the back of your neck with a servo and pulls your lips to his, his body bearing down even harder onto the false spike inside of him. You try not to smile too wide against his mouth.

[mychlapci]

Spoilers I guess, anyway I think rung shouldn’t have died at the end of lost light and instead now that he knows he’s primus a bunch of code activates and turns him into a STUD. This little twink is going to go through every pussy on the lost light until they’re all capital p Pregnant.

And everyone’s gonna Want it too. Or at least something about seeing rung walking confidently towards them with his spike out immediately activates some deep coding hidden somewhere that has them dropping to the ground and begging for it. Maybe some might resist at first but once they’re taking dick from literal God it’s all over. Everyone in the bar? Pregnant. Med bay? Pregnant.

This guy will walk into cyclonuss and tailgates hab suite mid fucking and cuck them back to back on their own bed. Hell do it until he’s flushed all of their transfluid out of each others cunts with his own just to make Sure his coding takes over first. Someone Already pregnant? Well, no worries, his transfluid s more then strong enough to rewrite that silly little code. It’ll be like it was never there in the first place, won’t that be nice?

He’ll have megatron crying on his dick while fucking him over the captains chair mid shift. No one’s safe, He’s just an absolute menace. 

STUD RUNG STUD RUNG. they don't call Primus the life giver for nothing, brother. Rung should, upon awakening to his godhood, realize that he needs to fix the dwindling cybertronian population! He can absolutely start with the Lost Light until all two hundred and some crew-members are strutting around the hallways with big pregnant bellies. Let Rung be surrounded by needy carriers who come to his "therapy sessions" craving some of that potent dad nut.

Rung will make sure to fuck everyone pregnant. His transfluid rewrites any code inserted upon first contact, but just to make sure, he better overload inside at least four or five more times, until that poor bot's shaking uncontrollably. Megatron was found on the bridge on his hands and knees with his pussy in the air and Rung cooing at him as he praises him for being such an obedient carrier. Roddy is already visibly pregnant and touching himself as he watches on. Everyone wants that Rung spike so badly.

[acewitch-writes]

James. Sirius. Remus with a small dick. TELL ME MORE (crawling out the depths from our discord bc everyone needs to know about this)

YES BESTIE I AM HERE TO SERVE

OKAY PICTURE IT:

Sirius and James share everything, so of course they're gonna share Remus, right? And I'm so sick of the fandom obsession with sub sissy waif-boy Sirius with his micro-peen and dom daddy Remus with his monster dong, it's completely overdone and I am craving variety.

So I'm pushing the twink Remus agenda to combat the fetishized werewolf monster cock narrative the fandom has for Remus. I've been envisioning a potential smutfic in which hung James and Sirius DP Remus, and the whole time they are just gushing about his adorable little cock. And Remus loves it, it's literally his wildest dream come true to be wedged between Sirius Black and James Potter while they dote on him and shower him in endless praise (and a touch of degradation for optimum kinky potential)

Also, since "top" and "bottom" are not lifelong roles assigned based on dick size and height in mlm ships, small dick Remus def gets to top Sirius at least once. And Sirius really cares about bolstering Remus' confidence because the poor dude is just so lacking in it, so he puts on the performance of a lifetime and makes him feel like a fucking God. Remus is so pleased with himself afterwards and he struts around with a rare spring in his step for weeks. (And Sirius will never admit to him that it was actually a little underwhelming)