#What if i turn him into a twunk ??

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Hi! Can I request Luka (Honkai Star Rail) x bottom male reader smut?

I just want to get pounded by that twunk boxer.

Luka - “Biggest Fan”

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Hey @thezboss, I'm all done with your ask! I tried my best to deliver what you asked for, but please keep in mind that this is my first time writing smut as well as writing Luka with the fact that I've never played ‘HSR’ on top of that. I’m relying solely on the wiki for this one; so it probably won't be all that great. Sorry in advance. This post was written in second-person and the lyrics quoted in this one are from the song “Paparazzi” by Lady Gaga.

Warnings → Reader's Gender isn't Mentioned in Specifics, But They're Called ‘Baby Boy’, This is Based in a More Modern Setting, Porn With a More Soft Plot (?), Semi-Public Sex, Bathroom Sex, Mentioned Multiple Rounds, Dumbification, Overstimulation, Getting Caught and Mentions of Already Being Caught Multiple Times, Being Banned From Malls

Word Count: 1,164 words

                                                                                                   

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❝𝕴'𝖒 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕭𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝕱𝖆𝖓; 𝕴'𝖑𝖑 𝕱𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖀𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖑 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝕸𝖊-- 𝕻𝖆𝖕𝖆-𝕻𝖆𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖟𝖟𝖎~ 𝕭𝖆𝖇𝖞, 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊'𝖘 𝕹𝖔 𝕺𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗-- 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕶𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕴'𝖑𝖑 𝕭𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕻𝖆𝖕𝖆-𝕻𝖆𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖟𝖟𝖎~!❞

. . .

It's not every day that you meet your idol in a public place. Well– meet isn't exactly the right word for it, bump into would fit much better in this case. And in such a case as this, it was literal.

“Oomph–!”  

You squeaked as your face hit a very sturdy and –dare you say it– deliciously muscular chest; a blur of pale gray and black clouds your vision as you accidentally dropped your bags from the impact.

A startled ‘Oh’ tickles your ears and causes you to look up from the mixed colors that swirled in your gaze; being met with the sight of someone wearing a baseball cap and face mask—. Wait a moment–! Is that who you think it is!? Holy fuck, it is! It's really him! Thee Luka; winner of the Belobog Boxing Championship!! 

You were practically vibrating in place; Luka, your idol and celebrity crush, was standing right before you! Never before have you been so close to him; you can even see the stitching of his ripped tank top from this distance. And you touched him–! With your face!! Your face was on his body!!!

“Ah– Wait a minute– I recognize you; you're always in the front row at my matches. You cheer the loudest.”  

The red-headed boxer chirps with enthusiasm as he extends his hand out and gives you a friendly ‘pat’ on the shoulder that causes you to lose your balance just slightly.

However, he was quick to steady you with the same hand and shot you a look of concern. The feeling of his thumb gently caressing the bare skin of your shoulder breaks you from your inner fanboying as you notice him looking deeply into your eyes. A fierce warmth takes over your face as you realize that you haven't said anything at all.

“I‐I'm– Yes! I mean– Y‐you– You're Luka!”  

You barely managed to squeak out before his large hand closed around your mouth and he frantically looked around in panic.

The raspberry-haired man chuckles softly –almost nervously– as he turns his gaze back to you and away from its previous place over his shoulder. His calloused hand still tightly clamped over your mouth; pressing your back into a nearby wall that was shadowed by the open floor balcony walkway of the second floor. Your body can only warm as your hands that rested against his sturdy chest out of reflex subtly feel the taller man up almost reflexively. Your fingers run between the seams between his pectoral and abdominals, they're deep and enchanting, and his torso is lined with plateaus of muscle.

“You like ‘em?”  

Luka almost groans out; he seems to have moved to almost cage you beneath him. Resting his forearms on the wall above your head, shading you from the mall's overhead fluorescent lights as he gazed at you with dark hooded eyes.

Your eyes shyly climb from his abdomen to his chest, then his neck, jaw, lips, and nose until they finally stop at his own blistering hot azure eyes. The boxer almost looked like a feral animal that was preparing itself to pounce. Pounce on you. Holy shit– your idol is looking at you like he wants to eat you, but, of course, you can't bring yourself to dislike it at all. I mean, who would? Somehow though, being lusted after by the man you practically dedicated a whole room in your house to made you feel a lot more confident.

“Mh– yeah, I like ‘em. Wanna feel ‘em without all this in the way; can I?”  

The whisper leaves your lips before you can even process that you're still in the mall, in public,  surrounded by strangers as you tug at his shirt with one hand and curl the fingers of the other around the belt that held his pants up. 

 Maybe that was how you ended up here– face pressed up against the bathroom stall as you're taken from behind.

 Then again, you can't remember too much anymore, only the sound of Luka's sexy groans and the feeling of his cock stirring your guts around with no rest in sight. You can't even remember when you started or how long you've been at it as your brain was practically soup at this point. Your stiff legs shook with overexertion; trembling and buckling under your body weight with each harsh thrust from behind you.

The sound of slurred whines bounced around in the echoey public restroom; you swear you can't even recognize that it's your voice until the boxer chuckles and makes a comment about it.

“Fu–uck, you're so cute, baby boy. Keep makin’ those sweet little sounds for me.”  

The raspberry-haired man groaned through gritted teeth; picking up the pace yet again and abusing your already ruined, puffy hole.

Amongst your sweet mewls and the boxer's pleasure groans, the faint sound of footsteps enters the bathroom and then abruptly pauses. The intruder stands rigid with shock as they hear the sloppy sounds of fornication and see the two pairs of feet and a small puddle of creamy liquid under the partition of the fourth stall. With a quiet ‘Oh my God’ they quickly leave with a boner straining in their pants and are met with a knowing glance from a few other mall shoppers outside the bathroom.

A broken moan rips from your throat as Luka takes a good handful of your hair and uses it as leverage to deliver more monstrous thrusts. The crisp sound of the skin of his hips ramming against the flesh of your ass steeped in the room; so loud that it could be heard from outside if someone was close enough. So deep, so rough, so hot; you felt like you were dying.

“No-oo mor-r-r-re!”  

Your lips trembled as you begged pathetically; tears poured from your eyes that were squeezed shut from the sheer ferocity of the man behind you. 

It was too much, it was just too much. This man is an animal! Did he expect you to be able to just walk home after this? To be able to stand? To even be coherent? One of your heavy arms limply hangs at your side, jolting and swaying with your body as you try to will it to reach for the locked stall door to no avail. There's no way this beast would let you go, he's still not satisfied.

“Oh, no baby, there's no stopping yet. Hah. You're my biggest fan, remember? I gotta give you the best of the best –ngh– as thanks for all of your support.”  

Luka grins against your nape; uncaring that the two of you will certainly be banned from this mall after all those people report you to security. 

It's fine, though; you both can just pick up where you left off at a hotel. But, for now, he has to give his biggest fan the most memorable meeting that he can, and luckily, he's nowhere near tired yet.

. . .

❝𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊 𝕴'𝖑𝖑 𝕭𝖊 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖉-- 𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝕴 𝖂𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖕 𝖀𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖑 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕭𝖔𝖞 𝕴𝖘 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖊~ 𝕭𝖆𝖇𝖞, 𝖄𝖔𝖚'𝖑𝖑 𝕭𝖊 𝕱𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖘-- 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕯𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖀𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖑 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝕸𝖊-- 𝕻𝖆𝖕𝖆-𝕻𝖆𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖟𝖟𝖎~!❞

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[alphajocklover]

I have a classmate who is attractive but he is too disciplined, for this Halloween, I want to see a different image of him as a vintage masculine man with white briefs and other things. I'm not sure if it's fit your rules but may I choose it as a trick.

Your classmate, Aaron, was hot. Absolutely drop dead gorgeous. There was no way around it. His handsome jawline, his pouty lips, even his quaffed hair all drove you wild. There was just something about Aaron that drove you wild, which was strange because as attractive as he was, Aaron wasn’t really your type. Aaron was pretty much a classic twunk, while you had always been into muscle daddies and beefy bulls. Not only that, but he was nice as could be, while you always seemed to be attracted to… while, douchebags. Maybe it was because you had bad taste, or bad luck, but you always ended up with arrogant, dominant guys who treated you like crap. With Aaron however, you felt like you had finally struck gold. Sure he didn’t seem into you, but maybe something could come of it one day. The only real problem was that, while… Aaron was a stick in the mud. He was nice, he was handsome, and he was way too disciplined, especially for a college student. No parties, no rule breaking, just studying. He was a good guy, just… too good. 

That was why you sent him the costume. You were hoping by wearing the – admittedly kind of slutty – strongman costume, that Aaron would be encouraged to go to the big halloween party and let loose a little. You knew it might not turn out, but you fantasized about him walking into the party in that costume, about him letting loose and showing a new side of himself, about the two of you getting tipsy and his hands wandering down your body…

What happened was so much better than your fantasies. 

When Aaron walked in, wearing that costume, it was like he was a completely different person. His walk bordered on a strut as he entered, seeming far more confident and less uptight than you had ever seen him. He sent you a charming grin as he walked over to you, one that made your stomach flutter and your knees weak. It was exactly what you had fantasized, yet better. The two of you spent the rest of the night partying together, playing beer pong and spin the bottle with the others as you slowly went from classmates, to friends, to something else. As the two of you, both drunk off your asses, started to fool around, you could swear his muscles were actually larger than before. You tasted the beer on his lips, you grinded against him… And then you blacked out. You don’t remember how the rest of the night went. You don’t remember anything from the next 3 weeks. All you can be sure of is that 3 weeks later, you woke up in a crappy motel, with Master Aaron’s cock in your ass.

Aaron is no longer your classmate, and he’s definitely not a disciplined person now. He’s your Master. The magic of the costume, your fantasies about Aaron, and your darkest desires all mixed together to create your new life. A part of you, the last rational part of you that exists deep inside your head, is begging to go back, but the rest of you is just hoping you can make Master happy, and that your next punishment won’t be so rough. Master Aaron isn’t very disciplined anymore… but now he loves to discipline you.

[billthedrake]

AT THE BATHS

The young dude's eyes were on me, pretty heavy as I sat in the dry sauna. By young I mean about 25, give or take, younger than my 45 years. He was lean and smooth, some might say a twink, or maybe a twunk, I don't know, he just seemed lean and young and fit. Brown hair, blue eyes that were a little slutty. I normally don't like slutty.

I stood up, a chub of a boner tenting my white towel. The young guy's eyes followed me but I didn't give him a nonverbal signal to pursue anything, so he didn't.

The place was picking up, and the clientele was getting noticeable hotter. I'd been nervous since I'd gotten at the baths too early. It was my first time ever at a place like this. I wasn't the kind of guy who went to a sauna. Now I was.

I hung my towel next to the shower and rinsed off to cool down. I wasn't throwing hard, but the man at the shower head across from me was sporting full wood that was contagious. He saw me bone and laughed. I laughed back. He wasn't my normal type. Kind of a muscle bear, older, gray beard, a little gut. Big fat cock and heavy balls. He turned off the shower and sauntered over to where I was doing the same.

"I'd love to fuck that ass of yours," he growled in a whisper. I instinctively knew twink/twunk guy from the sauna would go WILD for that voice and that daddy confidence. But I shook my head. "Sorry, man, I'm total top." It's not a hang up of mine, just how I'm wired.

He winked and patted my ass nonetheless. "Shame." Then he turned to walk out of the shower area as I wrapped up again.

Some men were modest with their towels, a couple showed their junk as they walked down the hall. I didn't know the etiquette, but I wasn't ready to start anything I wasn't fully committed to.

I tried out the steam room, deciding to undo my towel but keep it bunched over my crotch. As I leaned back and relaxed, I thought about why I was here. Ryan and I had dated 7 years, and the break up was cordial and still messy. I knew I was dissatisfied in the bedroom, but my freedom made me realized how I craved to let my more sexual side free.

I was hard now, again. I'd held off a couple of days in anticipation of coming here. I still wasn't sure if I was wiling to commit to random sex but I was enjoying watching it now. Across from me, where the steam cleared I could see a very attractive man being sucked by a muscle dude. It was like a porn film, with the real-life voyeurism.

The show was interrupted by another burst of steam, but just then a man sat on the bench next to me. Not right next to me. Far enough so he wouldn't impose but close enough to let me know he was interested. I was. Late 30s, blond, hunky. The place was filling up with guys out of my league. Blond guy was one. I mean, I have a big dick and that helps, but it's not porn big and there's only so far size will take you.

I nodded. He smiled. Then scooted forward.

I gulped. But fuck it. I moved my towel away, showing the guy my hardon. He really liked it. His hand touched it, stroking it. Then he got down on the bench below and between my legs. I could see at least one other man could watch us through the steam, and now that it was clearing some a couple more. I didn't care, these guy were going to see me get a blow job.

God, that mouth felt great. Blond guy knew what he was doing. Not too fast, not too slow. Just eager and skilled at swallowing my size. Fuck, this was wild. I'd come out last in life, in my early 30s. I'd had my share of fun before my first long term relationship, but I'd never had truly anonymous, random sex like this.

I could have let him suck me to completion. I almost did. But I'd been in a 7 year monogamous relationship with a side. I didn't even know what a side was until Ryan. No knock on his preferences, but I was overdue for fucking.

I pushed the cocksucker off and leaned in. "You up for something more?" I asked in my best whisper. Guys didn't seem to talk in the steam room. He shook his head and started to go back down on me. Only I stopped him.

I felt bad, but I had needs. I gathered my towel and stood up, my hard dick now wet with spit. I gave the guy a pat on the shoulder to thank him then made my way out, wrapping the towel around my waist again.

As I made my way down the hall, I passed some guy who I didn't consider attractive. Who was I to judge? And yet I fucking was. They felt me up some, but I scooted past and made my way.

I passed an open door. The light was dim and red inside. Sometimes you see guys posing to lure you in. With a towel or stroking off. Somehow, it's usually the more mature men. Nothing wrong with that, I guess, those guys were there for the same reason I was.

But this room had a muscle guy on all fours, facing toward the way, more away from the door than toward it. He was shorter than me, though probably my age. Bodybuilder type, slightly roided though nothing crazy. Just a rack of hard big muscle, from the arms and back to a meaty ass.

I stepped in. If he was gonna leave the door open in invitation I was going to get a better look. He looked even bigger close up. He probably wasn't a man I'd go for if I saw him out. And I probably wasn't a man he'd go for.

I felt up his knotted calf. I figured he'd look back and see if I was up to his standards. He didn't look back. Instead, he spread his legs a little wider and hiked his ass back.

Fuck yes. I reached to gently shut the door and dropped my towel. My hard on was fully back. There were no condoms, and I wasn't going to ask for one. Not that I was on PREP now and out to make up for lost time. I didn't use a lot of lube, because I wanted to feel that hole without too much friction.

Not gonna happen, I realized as I nudged into place. I wasn't the first man to seed this muscle bottom. He was real fucking wet inside. I pushed in. He let out a grunt but nodded. He wanted my cock. I held on to his waist and started fucking. Seven years since my last topping experience and three days since my last nut. I wasn't going to last long. But the hole was a little loose and a lot wet, so it was going to take me a minute to work up to a cum. But I pumped harder and deeper. Bodybuilder could take it so I gripped hard and put even more force into my fuck.

And that guy just took it. That more than the feeling of his ass on my dick is what tripped my wired. I started cumming, hard. The room when white a little as I orgasmed.

I held still a second to catch my breath, then pulled out slowly. Even in the dim red light I could see the stream of cum flowing out of his fucked hole. Muscle dude was a whore. I'd have to get over my judgmental side if I was going to come to places like this.

I gave a light slap to his muscle ass, then couldn't resist a harder one. I took one more look at his big body on all fours, wiggling like he couldn't wait for another cock. Then I picked up my towel and walked out. I think at least one man who passed me on the hallway knew what I'd just done.

I showered off and tried the dry sauna again. Not ready to go home. Then the hot tub, which thankfully wasn't too hot. There were two men making out in it, younger 20-something guys. And a muscle bear couple, or maybe two friends, who seemed to have gotten off already and were just chatting like we were on a gay cruise. It was weird.

The make out couple left, wrapping towels around their hardons. I hoped they were going to fuck. I know guys should get off how they want to get off, but I really missed anal. That fuck just now had been just what I'd needed.

The friends/boyfriends got out too. I probably shouldn't sit too much longer, I thought, or I'll prune. But I wasn't ready to go home. I was still horny, almost psychologically craving a second round as much as physically. And relaxing here seemed better than sitting in some TV room.

"OK if I join?" It was the blond dude from the steam sauna earlier. I guess people were chattier in the tub.

"Be my guest," I said.

In the bright light, cocksucker was really fucking cute. Handsome and masculine with a gym body, but also youthful for his age. I watched him settle his now naked body into the water. His dick was on the smaller side, which didn't bother me in the least. But that's the only thing that would keep him from being a 10 out of 10 in most gay guys' eyes.

"You having fun?" he asked. I wondered if he was pissed off that I'd ditched him earlier, but he had a relaxed smile. I got the vibe he'd just gotten off.

"Yeah," I said. "First time here."

"This place specifically?" he asked.

"Any bathhouse," I clarified. "Guess it was never my thing."

"What changed?" he asked.

Hell, I didn't know this guy, though I guess his lips had been wrapped around my cock. "Messy breakup," I replied. "Wanted to sow some oats, I guess."

"And...?"

"The night's young," I winked. "But yeah, it's been a hell of a lot of fun so far."

"Nice," he said.

I wasn't sure of his deal. He didn't seem like he was making the moves on me. But our talk was frank and sexual.

"You get what you came for?" I asked.

He nodded. "Yeah, just waiting for my husband."

That caught me off guard and it showed. Blond guy laughed.

"You don't approve?" he teased.

"To each his own, buddy," I laughed. "My ex would have never gone for that arrangement."

"Where is he now?" blond guy shot back. Then seeing my reaction, he changed his tone. "Sorry that was a bitchy thing to say."

"A little," I admitted. "There's some truth there. But I don't know if I could have done the open thing."

"It's not for everyone," he said.

I nodded. Imagining what it would be like. I still probably couldn't have a relationship like that. Finally, I said, "Sorry I didn't let you finish me earlier. You were good." I felt I should apologize to him for some reason.

He shrugged. "Guys are always looking for the hotter thing. I had fun."

"Cool," I said.

I was enjoying this conversation in a strange way, but I was really starting to prune. I hoisted my body to sit on the edge, letting Blond guy see my meaty but soft cock. "I should take a break," I said.

"Maybe I'll see you around again," he said.

"We'll see," I replied. "But probably."

I made the rounds. It was getting late. Which was good because I'd had time to recharge. But the super hot guys were thinning out. I wasn't getting any eye contact from the ones who were left and wandering around. I decided to walk by the door of the muscle whore, but it was now shut.

Maybe I should cut my losses, I though. Hell I hadn't lost anything. I'd gotten my rocks off and had some fun. But as I went to shower off, I saw another guy in there. Shorter, compact muscle. Not Blond Guy hot, but very attractive and fit. Amazing ass, with round meaty cheeks. He was sudsing them and was very much aware I was watching.

"Hey," he said. His brown eyes meeting mine. I turned to let him see my dick swaying in the shower spray.

"Hey," I said.

"I should probably call it a night," he said. "I just don't feel ready, you know?"

My cock responded. Right there I got a hardon, as he watched. "I guess I don't feel ready either," I laughed.

He stepped under the shower for one last rinse then turned it off. "So..." he asked, as he grabbed his towel to dry his face. "Top... bottom... vers?"

"Top," I said.

"If you're up for a slower session, I got a room."

"Slow's nice," I replied. Turning off my water and following him.

I could have used a hotel room. Softer bed, more space. But the rubbery sheets would have to do as he reclined and pulled me down to join him.

"OK if we kiss?" he asked. "It kind of turns me on."

Indeed as we made out I felt his dick grow rock hard against my belly. I enjoyed taking this fuck slower. The first one had taken the edge off. I kissed along his neck and developed pecs and further down the ripped abs. This was sensual but still tawdry as hell. Me in some dim cabin in a sex club about to fuck a second man I didn't know.

I didn't mind sucking cock. I often enjoyed it, though I preferred to be the one sucked. But by now I was impatient for more. I eased around his hard dick and nudged my face beneath his nuts, as I lifted the bottom of his thighs.

"Um..." he said in a tight whisper. "A couple of guys have done me already."

I looked at his hole. It was shaved smooth and squeaky clean. But the folds of his sphincter were loose from the night's activity. I leaned in and swiped my tongue.

"Fuck!" he hissed.

I licked again. Then deeper this time. It had been even longer since I'd rimmed a man than my pre-Ryan fuck. I missed it more than I realized. And something about this place was bringing out my wild side.

I munched more at his hole until I tasted it and felt the cum on my tongue. I grew light in the head like I'd done some drug. It just spurred me to lick and slurp and accept the dribbling seed into my mouth.

I probably could have gone for more, but I didn't want this guy to think I was a total sex pig. Or maybe I didn't want to become that total sex pig myself. But I gave one more lick and stood up. I lubed up and got in place to enter him.

I wasn't rough like with the bodybuilder guy, but my entry was insistant. We were missionary, eyes locked, and just mating like two sex-starved animals.

He gave me a nod to let me know when I was good to go, then I started thrusting. Holding his legs against me, ankles on my shoulders as I fucked him. Bodybuilder had been porn sex, but this is how I imagined sex with my next boyfriend. Whenever that would be.

I stopped a second and pumped some lube on his hardon. Then resumed. We were both going to get there, not simultaneously, but good enough. I got that thrill when I felt my body respond on a higher plateau and knew I was going to cum soon. His own dick shot out with seed and I felt that ass clamp down, milking my own load out.

I let his legs down and leaned in to claim a kiss.

The endorphins pumped heavy but the sex drive had quickly given way to satisfaction. I dismounted and felt tired. Sleepy even.

Bottom dude got off the bed slowly, stretching his legs out. "THAT's what I needed. Thanks, man." He was friendly but it was clear he didn't want to have more conversation.

"Thank YOU," I said, picking my towel. "You have an incredible ass." I had my key band around my wrist. Time to rinse off, find my locker, get dressed and go home.

I gave his arm a pat then turned to walk out the room, shutting the door behind me.

To this day, I still regret not getting his name.

[newchangestf]

A new bunny in the gym

My roommate Ryan has always been telling me I need to loosen up and stop taking life so seriously. Maybe he's got a point. While I spend all my time in the library studying he spends it at the gym or having fun at the club, and being bisexual he never has a probably finding a fuck.

I finally relented and joined him at the gym. The place was huge. Full of men of different sizes, all with bulging muscles. Though I was straight, not that I had much luck with girls, I could appreciate that all the men here were pretty attractive.

As I didn't know what to do or what to wear at the gym Ryan took me under his wing. Giving me socks, shorts, trainers, t-shirt, baseball cap, and a jockstrap to wear.

I was hesitant at first with the jockstrap, the black material didn't exactly look like it was new. It certainly wasn't something I would usually wear either.

"Don't worry bro, it's what all the guys wear!" Ryan promised.

I thought that I should listen to him considering that this was his domain so I done as I was told.

We started with some squats. Ryan showing me how to do stretch properly and safely use the weights. As I started squatting I felt the huge weights actually become easier and easier each time .

"Your legs are going to be so thick after this!" Ryan called out.

"...and so will that ass" he muttered under his breath.

We moved around the gym using the different machines. Each time they became easier to use really quickly. What I didn't notice was my body changing.

Muscle was quickly building up across my body. Turning me into a meaty gym bunny.

At the same time all those hours spent in the library were slipping away. Which explains why I didn't notice the changes.

It also explains why I didn't notice that all the guys in the gym were all very similar. About half were strong tall beasts with huge muscles. Whereas the rest were smaller, leaner but just as muscly with round bouncing asses.

Our final exercise was a couple of bench presses. I lay on my back with Ryan standing above my head helping me lift.

As he did he lowered his crotch towards my face. Breathing in his sweaty musk I felt everything click in place. My cock harded immediately and I became lost in his trance.

"I see you're changes have finally finished" Ryan said.

Putting the bar into the rack I stopped and looked up at him.

"You weren't living life and I was sick of coming back to the apartment to find you studying and not having fun. So when I found out about this place I had to bring you. Now that you're a muscle bro you can join me and have fun."

I just let the words sink in.

Ryan continued. "The best bit is that now you're just a cock hungry gym bunny. With an ass like that you'll be getting plenty of dick. Most of it mine. You won't even remember being straight."

---

That was four months ago. He was right. Now we go to the gym everyday together. Him a towering hulk of a man and me, a lean twunk with an ass that just begs to be fucked.

And it is fucked, all the time. I quickly grew to love the feeling and now I can't get enough. When Ryan isn't free I sometimes get help from the other guys at the gym. They're always happy to stretch me out after a session.

Life is so much easier now, why did I waste all that time in the library?

_____

First time writing, let me know your thoughts!

[mbirnsings-71]

hello fellow parkciv fans and welcome to my ref sheet of how to draw these guys (ignore the fact EMF is here twice- He's just here to show what my note of "Gold changes based on level!" means) cause RAAAH- I'm also gonna use this as my headcannon post for minor things with their outfits so like if you don't wanna read that I'm just gonna put that in the keep reading section okay okay hope you guys enjoy the art though! also does include spoilers for the second movie so if you're not caught up then uhhhh oops-

design notes time let's go!

Evbo:

Bandaids all over the guy- he has some on his elbows and knees but the elbow ones are always covered by his hoodie. Reason for the bandaids is cause as he got better and better at parkour and progressing the levels the more he would do more defying moves and would have to get hurt at some point from certain jumps or even just having a rough landing onto a block so he gets scraped up pretty bad occasionally.

Halo because he's a god now it just makes sense. Always has a light around said halo and he can turn this on and off but most times forgets to so he just has a glow around his head-

his clothes are pretty baggy on him, like his hoodie is roughly two sizes too big and it's because one, the horrible feeding conditions of being a noob, and two it probably gets cold up in parkour civilization so long baggy sleeves are just better the higher you are. His pants aren't but they are very ripped at the knees from aforementioned rough parkour landings.

Fingerless gloves are for vibes and also incorporating more of the blue small amount of blue

His netherite boots have wings carved into them because I think if you're parkour god you should get the ability to fly occasionally and these boots allow that- I think if Evbo ever does want to fly (which is rarely, man got accustomed to parkouring and he's good at it) the wings do sprout out of the boots just pure hermes winged sandal situation here.

only one with only white pupils out of main three. EMF's eyes are pure white in general, but Evbo is the only one with White pupils that probably when champion turn into diamonds and whenever he's excited they turn into a starry shape. Because he deserves some pizazz!

Very light freckles, incredibly hard to notice when he was a noob cause again horrible eating conditions and the dirt level covering a fair bit of the sunlight a lot and it's not until he actually climbs up in levels that they start to get more and more noticeable. not by a lot but still noticeable.

The shortest of the three and more on the skinnier/not muscly side just because of genetics and again noob level starvation :(

Seawatt:

Kohl around his eyes cause his skin is very reminiscent of ancient Egypt that and also the Parkour fighter level is very sandstone built so it's not the biggest reach. Probably his parents taught him how to do his eye make up.

Chain boots because again parkour fighter society and also they have a little bit of a taller heel (not by a lot but enough to keep him taller than Evbo and so he can still do parkour (even if he's mediocre at parkour already))

The in-between of Height between Evbo and EMF, also has slightly more muscle than Evbo and EMF because it would be silly. Twunk era fr fr-

has "Kneepads" to protect his knees because he's been a master since leveling up and really likes his position in power, so why would he not get himself some protection so he doesn't get hurt. And you can say he has a water bucket so he's not gonna take fall damage but that doesn't apply in the fighter level. There's no water buckets there so this is an investment for his sake.

the cross around his neck is actually a totem of undying, probably just a decorative/fake one or he had used it up before his death by clown pierce, but the point stands that that is what he has around his neck.

so many gold accents to show his status and to be taken seriously in the master level. It's also why he wears a crown to show status and power, because he didn't want to level up but now that he's here he might as well make it everyone else's problem and get some respect.

very much dresses for fashion over practicality and it shows, because Masters can do that. They get the choice to decide if they wanna dress practically or if they wanna test the themes of high fashion. As long as you can parkour in it anything goes.

Very much stuck to a purple color scheme for him so that way we can have Green, Blue, and Purple!! We have all the cool colors now!!

EMF:

That is not a human. No sir. The other two have no idea what he is (if we're being silly they probably thing he's a demon) but if we're talking in DnD Terms I draw him the most like he's a firbolg just because I saw people giving him a tail and I wanted to do that. So by that logic he is very fluffy.

Also by that logic he is very much on the taller and lankier side. Definitely the tallest out of the two and would probably have the height and jumping ability of a dear for vibes.

His gold accents, like Seawatt's, are meant to show his status but his actually change depending on what level he goes to unlike Seawatt's just staying the same. So when he becomes parkour champion all his gold accents become diamond colored for the vibes.

Also because he is the champion now he probably has a very faint glow around his crown because why not! cause in my head being the champion is basically like becoming a demigod so of course his crown is going to become glowy if he's become one but not as bright as Evbo's. EMF doesn't think there's anyone who's light can shine brighter than that guy.

His clothes are more on the form fitting but breathable side. Like his Tunic and shawl-like item are more form fitting while his pants are baggier for comfort. He choses both fashion and practicality on that front!!

He should have chain scars but I forgot to add them in so just pretend they're there pretty please and thank you- I will rectify this mistake when I draw him next.

his white areas tend to glow like stars in the night sky. If you're lucky enough you could probably even make constellations out of the softly glowing white freckles. This also means his blush is white so you can very much tell when he's flustered. Oh this also means his eyes glow and imagine you walk into his house in the middle of the night and you see nothing but two bright white eyes staring at you I would lose it- I would swear herobrine was coming for me on god.

There are differences between his gold and diamond boots I swear I just haven't drawn them because I liked my og sketch so much I didn't wanna alter it :( But next time when I draw him as champion I'll make a point to show the differences between gold and Diamond boots.

And I think that's all I wanted to mention so uhhhhhhhhh yeah if any of you actually read these that's cool!! Thank you for reading my silly thoughts that have been stuck in my brain!!

[wundergeek]

How I explained G'raha Tia to a friend the other day

"His backstory is. ...convoluted.

Like. Imagine if Kingdom Hearts made sense.

That level of convoluted.

It's all like. Very logical given the established lore and how shit works. But the place you get to is "my boyfriend has super trauma because he put himself into stasis, woke up in the apocalypse timeline, merged his essence with a magic supercomputer, traveled to an alternate dimension 100 years in the past, and became an immortal but benevolent king so he could prevent the timeline where I died'

Primary side effect of merging his essence with the magic super computer that is made of crystal? He's fucking turning into crystal. And then he sacrifices himself and FULLY CRYSTALIZES.

So then you do some soul magic, go back to your world where he's still in stasis because the apocalypse that woke him up hasn't happened yet, and are like - here have this other version of your soul where you were half crystal and lived a hundred years and experienced the end of the world twice.

And he's like whoa okay. That's fucked up. Not super sure who I am anymore, this is kinda wild. But you don't find out that's what he's thinking until subsequently when you travel to the literal edge of existence and he TRANSFORMS HIMSELF INTO CRYSTAL AGAIN TO SAVE YOU.

And it's just like. G'raha. My guy. I get that you're having a hard time but fucking stop it.

AND ON TOP OF ALL THAT god dammit he's just the fucking most wholesome nerd. Like "I got too excited about books and forgot to eat or sleep for 3 days" nerd.

And there's this WHOLE SPEECH he does when he's still the Crystal Exarch right at the end of Shadowbringers where he's like, what are you going to do when this is all over? And I'm like rest lol. (Yeah right) And he's like - so I've got this friend, and I'm keeping secrets from [insert your pronoun here], but they're fucking rad and I'm hoping sempai will notice me and maybe we could go on an adventure together? And it's SO FUCKING OBVIOUS he's talking ABOUT YOU in an "all right, keep your secrets" kind of way.

EXCEPT THEN YOU FIND OUT THAT HIS BIG MASTER PLAN WAS: get the WoL to kill all the Lightwardens and absorb their light which will save both worlds, but no one person can hold that much light and live, so I'm going to take it from them and then teleport myself INTO THE RIFT BETWEEN WORLDS AND DIE.

And the only reason he doesn't succeed is because HE GETS FUCKING SHOT

So. [ahem] Yes. I think it says a lot about me that I am like. Yes. The nerdy twunk with super trauma who is OBSESSED WITH ME is my boyfriend.

I took GREAT SATISFACTION in dying for him for a hot minute at the end of Endwalker.

[loveoaths]

i find it endlessly amusing that in canon, jar jar binks and maul are fundamentally opposites and yet in terms of life achievements, jar jar whips maul’s pointy ass by a standard mile???

consider: jar jar is a clumsy goofy son of a bitch who, by all rights, should have died 27 times by now simply by tripping over his own feet. instead, he is somehow friend of the jedi, a member of the galactic senate and representative for gungan naboo, regularly called upon to help with jedi/senate business that requires his connections and expertise, is dating a magic nympho bird queen, summoned an underwater caterpillar to gank some separatists just by being nice to it, helped stop the blue lily virus from spreading a pandemic to the entire galaxy, and is a goddamn war hero. jar jar is not always brave or smart but he is always kind, and his kindness and, frankly, his clumsiness, regularly get him out of trouble and save the day. jar jar always gets exactly what he wants COMPLETELY BY ACCIDENT.

meanwhile, maul is a super eloquent and talented apprentice and Sith Lord who: gets cut in half by a twunk and tossed down an evil elevator shaft, runs a crime syndicate but LOSES IT ALL, rules mandalore but LOSES IT because of his own actions, goes crazy in a hole for ten years, gets rejected by not one but THREE potential evil apprentices, and who genuinely tries extremely hard and always gets close to his goals, but is always thwarted at the last second by his own base impulses. everything he strives for turns to ash in his hands because he only knows how to burn.

can you imagine how pissed Maul would be if he tried to assassinate jar jar and FAILED? like maul is pulling out every stop in the book and jar jar is just tripping, pratfalling, and generally buggs bunnying his way out of everything, all while totally not knowing maul desperately wants to kill him. so badly. in fact jar jar thinks they’re best friends and is so chummy with him. it is humiliating.

maul’s greatest enemies in his life, from least to greatest, are obi wan kenobi, darth sidious, and jar jar fucking binks.

[30somethingautisticteacher]

Buck turned to Tommy, a curious expression on his face. "Hey, Tommy, I've been wondering... are you a gold star gay?" he asked, his voice casual yet inquisitive.

Tommy nearly choked on his drink, caught off guard by the sudden question. "What?" he sputtered, coughing as he tried to regain his composure.

"Oh, a gold star gay is-" Buck began to explain, but Tommy quickly cut him off.

"No, Ev, I know what it is," Tommy said, shaking his head with a wry smile. "And no, I'm not one."

"Tommy, do you think I qualify as a twunk?" Buck asked, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. Before Tommy could even process the question, Buck continued, "And would you consider yourself a wolf?"

Tommy's head was spinning at the rapid-fire questions Buck was throwing his way. He took a moment to compose himself, trying to process the unexpected turn their conversation had taken.

"Okay, hold on a second," Tommy said, holding up his hands in a gesture of pause. "First of all, where is all this coming from? What's with the sudden interest in gay terminology?"

Buck shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I don't know, I guess I'm just curious. I mean, we're both queer but we've never really talked about this stuff before."

Tommy couldn't help but smile at Buck's enthusiasm. He knew that once something piqued Buck's interest, he would dive headfirst into researching every aspect of it. It was one of the many things Tommy loved about him - his insatiable thirst for knowledge and his eagerness to share what he'd learned.

"I've been reading up on gay subcultures and identities," Buck continued, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Did you know that there are so many different labels and categories within the community? It's fascinating!"

Tommy leaned back, preparing himself for the inevitable info dump that was about to come his way. He loved watching Buck get animated about a new topic, his hands gesturing wildly as he shared all the interesting tidbits he'd discovered.

"So, apparently, a twunk is a twink who's more muscular, like a cross between a twink and a hunk. And a wolf is typically an older, more masculine guy who's attracted to younger, more slender men," Buck rattled off, barely pausing to take a breath.

Tommy chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Ev, you never cease to amaze me with your ability to absorb and retain information."

Buck grinned, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "I just find it all so interesting, you know? Learning about the different identities and experiences within our community. It helps me feel more connected, like I'm part of something bigger."

Tommy reached out, taking Buck's hand in his own and giving it a gentle squeeze. "I love that about you, baby. Your curiosity, your passion for learning."

Buck's expression softened, his eyes shining with affection. "And I love that you always indulge me.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Tommy said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Buck's lips. "Now, tell me more about these wolves and twunks. I have a feeling I'm about to get a full education."

Tommy couldn't help but chuckle as Buck enthusiastically delved into the intricacies of gay subcultures and identities. He loved seeing his boyfriend so passionate about a topic, his eyes alight with curiosity and eagerness to share his newfound knowledge.

However, as Buck continued to rattle off various terms and labels, Tommy felt the need to set a playful boundary. With a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, he held up his hand in a mock gesture of surrender.

"Alright, Ev, Like I said I love your enthusiasm and I'm all for learning more about our community," Tommy said, his tone light and teasing. "But fair warning - if you start throwing around terms like 'bussy,' I might have to tap out."

Buck let out a hearty laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Okay, okay, I get it. No need to venture into the more, uh, colorful parts of gay slang. I just get so excited about all this stuff, you know? It's like a whole new world to explore."

The way his boyfriend's eyes lit up with each new piece of information, the animated way he gestured as he spoke - it was all so quintessentially Evan and Tommy was enamored by it.

"You know," Tommy said, a fond smile playing on his lips, "watching you get so excited about learning new things is just about the most adorable sight in the world. I could listen to you talk about anything that catches your interest, for hours on end."

Buck's expression turned tender, his eyes shining with affection. "And I love that you're always here to listen, even when I'm geeking out over gay subcultures."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Tommy said, tugging Buck closer.

Buck grinned, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "Well, lucky for you, I've got plenty more to share. Did you know there's a whole subset of the community known as 'otters'?"

Tommy chuckled, shaking his head fondly. "I can't say that I did, but I have a feeling I'm about to find out."

"Oh, you bet you are," Buck said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But first, what do you say we order some pizza and cuddle up on the couch? I think this calls for a cozy night in, don't you?"

"That sounds perfect," Tommy agreed, pressing a soft kiss to Buck's forehead. "You order the pizza, I'll grab the blankets, and then you can enlighten me on the world of otters and any other fascinating subcultures you've discovered."

As they settled in for a night of good food, great company, and endless learning, Tommy couldn't help but feel like the luckiest man in the world.

[octuscle]

I want to turn into a dumb ski teenager. Kinda a twunk/himbo. I love hot helmets ski masks etc, I’d make sure my boots smell fetid. Thanks!

The platform in Munich was overcrowded when the train to Innsbruck arrived. Like Peter, at least some people were wearing a suit and carrying a laptop bag. Most were struggling with skis, snowboards and huge sports bags. Peter heard Dutch, Polish and Swedish, he had the feeling that half of Europe was on its way to a skiing vacation. He, on the other hand, had to go to Innsbruck to help clear away the rubble of a spectacular real estate bankruptcy. He was one of the top insolvency administrators in Europe. And he wanted to show that he himself could bring this case to a satisfactory conclusion for everyone.

As expected, everyone was jostling at the second-class entrances. The two first-class carriages were almost empty. It was quiet, Peter would be able to work in peace. He opened his notebook and settled down at the table in his compartment. But after a few minutes, the peace and quiet was over. He heard loud voices coming closer and closer. A young man with blond hair pulled open the door to his compartment, took a quick look around and then shouted "Hörni, det är nästan en hel tågkupé tom!" into the corridor. Without asking, he heaved his sports bag into the luggage net. And after a few moments, four young men followed and took possession of the compartment together with their leader. After a few seconds, the aisle was blocked with skis and snowboards, the luggage net was full of bags and suitcases, loud music was blaring from a boombox and the first bottles of beer and vodka were on the table next to Peter's laptop. It smelled of alcohol, sweat and testosterone. Peter was furious. "You do know that this is the first class rest area?" he asked the group. The leader of the group laughed and said that the train was so overcrowded, there would certainly be no conductor to check it. Peter closed his notebook, exasperated. Concentrated work would certainly not be possible. He put on his noise-canceling headphones and hoped to get at least a little sleep.

He probably hadn't closed his eyes for five minutes when he woke up. His crotch was soaking wet. A beer bottle had fallen over and the contents had spilled onto his lap. The Swedes were roaring. One of them said "Sorry" and held out a bottle of vodka to Peter. I don't know what kind of devil he was riding, but he took a swig. And a second. And helped himself to the dried moose meat. After the train had left Kufstein station, all six of them were roaring Swedish drinking songs. And Peter wiped a long blond strand of hair from his forehead.

As the train pulled into Innsbruck, the five jocks gathered their things together. Peter was already really drunk and it was difficult for him to stow his boombox and his still-empty bottles into his rucksack in time. At the last second, he managed to fall onto the platform with his snowboard and sports bag. His friends roared.

The train to St. Anton was even fuller. There was no chance of getting a seat. Peter and his friends crowded into the aisle and the party was immediately back in full swing. They quickly made friends with the members of a Norwegian student fraternity who were going to the same sports hostel as them. It was dusk when the train arrived in St. Anton. Leif had to vomit directly into the snow. Fortunately, the icy cold air had sobered Peter up a bit. But he had to piss and tried to pee "Sverige" in the snow. He failed. The pre-ordered bus was waiting for them and took them to their hostel

Yes, Pelle was damn good at partying. He was like all Swedes who made the Alps unsafe. But he was also a damn good sportsman. "V��l framme, mamma. Nu ska jag iväg till pisten för första gången. Hälsningar till pappa!", he wrote. The lifts opened at 09:00. No matter how hard he had partied yesterday, he wanted to be the first to leave his tracks in the freshly fallen snow.

[justyouraverageanonbloghere]

Revival - 1: Reincarnate

How long has it been since I've haunted this place? When this gym used to be a hole in the wall training area for aspiring boxers. When I would watch my crush from long ago train to be the best until a light fixture fell on me and snuffed my life. Even though my crush has long since died, I have other plans. Another chance of life. And it all will start with this one guy who caught my attention.

His name was Mikey, but soon there will be a new Mikey in town.

I've practiced possessing the boxers here and there for short periods of time. Primarily just to get myself off through another man's body. However, Mikey was different. He was building himself up to get a twunk bod, but I want to have that bod for myself.

I watched Mikey enter the gym in these basketball shorts that showed his toned ass when he did squats. I took the initiative to follow him around while waiting for even the tiniest window of opportunity to have his body. While he was doing crunches, my eyes widened when I saw his massive bulge appearing in those shorts of his. It was at that moment I wanted his body now.

As he was in the middle of doing a crunch, I immediately wormed my way into his cock. The shock combined with the physical strain of his body was enough for me to quickly slither my essence inside of him.

"Nngg...yo what the fuck...-"

He grunted as I quickly started to worm myself into his legs and arms. I didn't want him to process my intrusion any further so I quickly pushed myself into his head and enveloped his brain. Just for added control, I started to move his soul into his cock and balls. With him now banished, I take my first deep breath and will my essence to not allow me to cum.

"Heh...not yet...~" I chuckle in my new voice as I lay on the bench and peel off this skin tight blue shirt so I can grope these pecs that Mikey was just starting to reap the rewards of attaining. I look down to see my cock throbbing wildly and stand up to see this new perky ass. I give it a squeeze before lowering my shorts so I can let my boner hang out in these silk boxers Mikey was wearing underneath.

"Mm...I wonder how long I can deny this body from cumming." I laugh mischievously before I saunter over to the mirror and grind my boner against the hard glass with growls of pleasure leaving me. "Fuck this body is so damn hot."

I hear commotion from the more populated area of the gym and decide to continue this at my new home. I don't even bother pulling my shorts back up as everyone looked at my new twunk body and raging cock. I even made my dick jump in my silk boxers when the receptionist stopped talking in the middle of a phone call to look at it. I'll definitely come back for him later.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Damn. This body is so fluid with its movements." I say aloud to myself on the patio of my new home. I start testing my new body by utilizing the boxing equipment that Mikey had set up and I was loving every minute of it. "Knowing I've watched so many boxers train in that place I can apply all that I learned to my new body."

"Yeeaaahhh...I'll be unbeatable in the ring...~"

Those words alone makes my neglected cock throb. I look down at it with a smirk and rub my boxing glove on it to tease my aching cock further.

"Not yet. I ain't ready to let you cum yet." I say to my cock as if it had sentience.

As I was continuing with getting acquainted with my body, I can't help but feel eyes on me. As I turn to look, I see Mikey's neighbor trying to discreetly watch me from his window. Unlike him, I choose not to be discreet. When we make eye contact, I grab the hem of these silken boxers and use my body's strength to tear them off of me. I toss the shreds to the side and start moving much hips so my boner can move in tandem within these shiny black basketball shorts I'm wearing. The roommate looks in awe as I stroke my cock through my shorts as I flash him a smirk and a wink.

"You want this, you gotta come to me." I say to myself as I show the neighbor my perky ass before going back into my house. He'll come to me. And when he does, I'm gonna cum in him.

(To be continued)

[sterekorgtfo]

This may be a niche unpopular ‘What If’ situation of the Daddy Kink convo we all love and what it’s inspired, but What If Tommy couldn’t match Bucks passion?

Buck and Tommy were collapsed on the bed. Buck was very blissfully fucked the fuck out. He had gotten really into the “Daddy” roleplay and was enjoying this new sex life with Tommy. He had egged Tommy on to see how much harder Tommy could fuck him, and Buck wanted to see how much his own hole could handle now that he had been more comfortable bottoming more and more.

Tommy was pressing kisses to Bucks back and rubbing his back and Tommy was checking in asking “Was that good for you? Was that what you wanted? Are you okay?” and Buck was coming down from his high before he realized something was less than happy in Tommy’s tone.

Buck rolled around and quickly caught a small glance of Tommy frowning before he quickly turned it into a smile, but Buck could tell it was performative and there was something wrong in his eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Evan softly inquired with concern as he caressed the strong jaw of his boyfriend.

“Nothing,” Tommy lied with a positive cadence, attempting to hide whatever it was he was keeping from Evan, which didn’t make Evan feel great inside.

“Did I do something wrong?” Evan asked cautiously, which made Tommy visibly wince. Tommy couldn’t stand the thought of Evan feeling like he did something wrong.

“No, baby, of course not, it’s nothing like that,” Tommy quickly tried to reassure his boyfriend, cradling his face and looking deep in his eyes to let him know Evan didn’t do anything to hurt him.

“Then can you please tell me what’s bothering you?” Evan asked softly, doing his best to gently coax Tommy out of his shell he was trying to mask his feelings within.

Tommy stayed quiet for a moment, not breaking eye contact with Evan, but Buck could see Tommy trying to process something on the other side of them.

“You know I respect you, right?,” Tommy said with a strong, assertive emphasis on ‘respect’. “I love you and I see you as an equal, and it’s important to me that you know that.”

“Of course,” Evan replied with growing concern. “Of course I know, babe. You’ve treated me phenomenally. This is by far the best relationship I’ve had. You make me feel comfortable in a way none of my exes ever had.”

Tommy kind of slowly nodded, but it seemed like he couldn’t fully process the words yet. Evan grabbed his hand and that seemed to catch Tommy’s attention and stop him from overthinking.

“Is this about the sex we just had?” Even asked cautiously.

Tommy hesitated for a while Bee letting out a small not and a soft ‘yeah’. “In the past, twinks and twunks only saw me as a big man who only existed to dom them and other men built like me only saw me as competition to keep them away from said twinks.

“I like topping, and yeah, getting hot and heavy even really passionate can be fun, but….”

Evan looked at his boyfriend with concern and sadness, feeling guilty he triggered something painful inside his man for his own fun. Be braced himself for what was about to come.

“Treating you like some…object or toy and fucking you harder than I should have really…made me feel kinda bad Inside….” Evan winced a little at the confession. He didn’t consider Tommy’s feelings just because he was topping and masculine and stronger than Buck. His boyfriend loved romcoms and romance and always treated him like a gentleman. The man said he would match Bucks pace, and Buck never realized it would be possible to out-pace him.

“But I know you were really into it and you kept saying ‘harder’, ‘faster’ and I know you’ve been hinting at getting more bold bottoming and I…You never used the safe words so I knew you were okay, but it was…Kinda hard to put you through that.”

“Tommy,” Evan said with regretful sadness. “I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t consider any of this and I feel awful I didn’t,” Evan apologized.

“Please, don’t apologize,” Tommy tried to quickly say. “This isn’t on you and I am not blaming you.”

“I know you’re not,” Evan countered. “But I am going to be sorry and apologetic anyways,” Buck said assertively. Tommy was more of a people pleaser then he let on. He made it hard for Buck to ever apologize for things because Tommy would never think Buck did anything wrong. It was endearing as much as it was an occasional obstacle.

“You told me you were okay with being called ‘daddy’ and I ran with it. I never checked what exactly that entailed and what your limits were and I just assumed you’d give all I wanted to take, which was wrong of me,” Buck said. “I got swept up in the appeal of dating a big strong man who was a sexy beast and I expected you to act like one, despite knowing you’re so much more than that.

“So, it’s important to me that you know that I see you as an equal. I love you and I respect you and you are more than my personal meaty manhandler,” Buck said with insistence.

Tommy laughed, but let out the first warm smile he did this whole conversation and it made Bucks heart so much lighter and release so much tension he didn’t know he was holding.

“I do,” Tommy said. “Thank you, Evan. I want to be the type of Daddy that takes care of his boy, not uses him like a toy. Would that be okay with you?”

“Of course it is,” Buck assured. “I know you’re sometimes worried about our age gap, but I don’t only not worry about it, but I’m also not only into you because of it. And if you’re ever feeling doubtful or uncomfortable, our safe words are for you too. Even if you’re the one topping. You deserve to use those too. Promise me you’ll use them when you need them.”

“I promise,” Tommy oathed. “Thank you, Evan. Next few times can we stick with moderately vanilla missionary, and cock riding? I like being able to see your face and kiss you when I need. I’ll be able to handle a few minutes of Doggy, if need be, I just want to…make love to you sometimes, not just fuck you, and Vice-Versa.”

“Of course,” Buck said, leaning in to kiss him deeply. “I’ll never say no to making love with you if that’s what you need.”

They held each other close and buried their faces into each others necks, massaged each others backs, and both enjoyed the comforting supportive embrace of the others’ love.

[awkwardandeccentric]

I am an angst girlie and I’m sorry not sorry

The “Better Than Blitzø” guy doesn’t go by any other name in the credits and in the story board, he’s “Stolas’ Twunk.” Odds are, he doesn’t show up again.

What if having this night of casual fun turns out to be something deeply troubling or even traumatizing for Stolas? What if he feels taken advantage of because of how drunk he was (assuming “Better Than Blitzø” was also some level of drunk. If he was sober and Stolas was drunk, we’re inching very close to sexual assault territory)? What if the stranger kicks him out the next morning and blocks him, since the incubus got what he wanted? What if he tells everyone things he should really keep private? What if it’s something even worse, like Stolas revoking consent and the incubus not listening?

And what if Stolas thinks he deserves it because he made the deal with Blitz? That deep down, he deserves pain and suffering?

[mychlapci]

STOPP PLEASE megatron underestimating starscream only for him to have a huge fucking cannon sized spike is the best megastar dynamic. he’s small enough to trap megatron in a mating press with his whole body between his legs and make the playing on his belly bulge out. idk i think twunk seeker starscream rearranging megatron’s guts is funny. maybe he gets extra privileges for it and no one can figure out why other than that their commander is always shaky on his feet now

That’s exactly what i was thinking too‼️ Starscream has a spike that bulges out of Megatron’s belly, how he can just get rid of him when after each assassination attempt, he ends up “making it up” and “proving his loyalty” to Megatron by fucking his valve stupid. Starscream knows very well he’ll get out of anything if he wags his fat seeker spike around. Maybe Megatron starts getting turned on whenever Starscream tries to kill him because he knows he’ll get the spiking of his life that night.

Some people think it’s Starscream who gets wrecked, but oh boy. Megatron’s already got his legs pushed back and pussy dripping when Starscream walks into the room. Starscream puts him into a mating press and fucks him until Megatron’s squirting all over the bed. Screamer really enjoys the power he has in those moments.

It's no wonder Megatron ends up bred full of sparklings after a while, all that cum pumped up his cervix was bought to take...

[metalgearstranding]

Some random thoughts about Ocelot, forcefeminization and sexual headcanons

I keep thinking about that anon message I saw, and I just wanted to talk about a couple things...

First, the whole forcefem/humiliation by default thing is obviously bullshit. Someone COULD draw a character in lingerie with that kink in mind, but not all fanarts of male characters wearing feminine clothes are automatically meant to humiliate the character. I love men in lingerie, I find it hot, sexy, aesthetically pleasing, there isn't an aspect of humiliation or mockery in that at all for me. The argument that because Ocelot "never expressed interest in dressing like a woman" in canon automatically makes it humiliating is ridiculous. The guy isn't real, he doesn't give a fuck. You can't hurt a character's feelings or ego.

Second: "at no point does the character express interest in dressing like a woman". I'm usually a stickler for canon, because I love having a strong foundation to rely on. Unless the creator is there to answer every question from fans about every little details, developing headcanons to fill in blanks is not only necessary but it's just fucking fun. Fans will butt heads about which headcanons make sense or not of course. If enough fans agree, and generally if the headcanon is rooted enough in canon to be believable it will reach fanon status. I don't know if you ever disagreed with a widely accepted fanon but it sucks lol

When it comes to headcanons, sex is such a huge grey area. The canon might be specific about a character's tastes in bed, but usually, this is unknown territory. I find trying to root sexual headcanons in canon a fun but frustrating exercise. Sexuality is impossibly complicated, there are so many tiny factors that can influence your tastes and inclinations, and it's not based in logic at all. Most people can't explain why some things turn them on and why others leave them cold.

If you look at the people you know very well, unless they talk about it or openly wear kink gear, there's no way to know what they're into. It's the same thing for characters. You can know everything about a character, but you can never know for sure what they'd be into behind closed doors.

Let's take Ocelot as an example since this was about him. Ocelot presents in a masculine way. I theorized a couple times in the past that some of it could be forced and artificial. He went from soft spoken, Russian twunk to full on American cowboy with a drawl (and then later losing the drawl lol). And you can explain that from reasons outside the narrative of course, but it's not hard to imagine he'd intentionally and easily mold himself into his cowboy persona considering a) he loves the cowboy aesthetic and b) his job revolves (ha) around pretending to be something he's not.

In-universe, I'm sure he has his reasons to do that, and I can't know for sure why. Maybe he just really wants to be a cowboy because he thinks they're cool. Maybe part of it he's him trying to emulate Snake, or even someone else he met before, or a fictional character. Maybe he was bullied when he was in his early teenage years because he looked feminine and he compensated the other way.

IRL, masculine presenting men who like to wear feminine clothing for kink reason are legion, and they don't exactly broadcast that information to everybody else. Take any gym queen you meet in the street, he could be wearing a lacy g-string and you'd never suspect a thing lol So knowing that, I don't see any reason why Ocelot couldn't take pleasure in wearing a dress. Maybe he'd like how soft it is in contrast to the clothes he usually wears. Maybe he'd do it to turn on someone else who's into it. Maybe he'd try to reclaim his feminine side after being bullied. Maybe he'd just think he can fucking rock it, I don't know.

It's the same think for the sadistic aspect of him. He's got this interrogation fetish, so it would make sense that in bed he'd be a sadistic top, right? But what if he's got enough of that in his day job, and like a powerful businessman who runs to a dominatrix when the sun goes down he'd rather be spanked and fucked stupid until he forgets his own name?

I was a strict "this character doms and tops, this character subs and bottoms" person when I was younger. Now that I'm older, that I know a lot more about sex and psychology and gender and roles and how it all works together, I don't do that anymore. I have my preferences of course -and so do people in real life when it comes to actual sex- but once you realize how truly fluid and complicated sexuality is, characters you thought you had all figured out can become a lot more interesting to explore.

I don't think the anon's problem was really that the OP didn't tag, or that a character was misrepresented or whatever. I think the fanart probs just triggered their ick and that's it. Fans tend to try to disguise their icks behind moral or narrative justifications. I think we all do it subconsciously, and it can be hard to realize when you're doing it, and even harder to say "no, it's valid, I just don't like it". I mean, you don't even have to do that. Just don't go into other people's inbox to bitch unless they're inviting criticism, that's the bare minimum.

[davidkarofskyindie]

wantxmore (Wesley/Knox)

@wantxmore continued from (x)

Knox smirked as he he turned to face Wesley. "There's always room for you," he answered happily and took the drink that was offered. He took a sip before he noticed that his friend was looking at him. He playfully rolled his eyes at Wes and gave him a playful shove. Wesley was definitely a great looking guy, which Knox had noticed in his classes (as well as many of the students had). He'd also noticed the few times when he'd been to the club and Wesley was dancing. He'd even given the man a couple bills, in the guise of simply being a supportive friend and not just ogling the man. "Thanks for coming out...I was worried you'd be busy with work tonight when I invited you," he confessed. "Nice to have someone here that can keep up with me," he teased, before taking another sip.

Wesley giggled a little as he was shoved, managing to not spill a drop of his drink from the motion. He really couldn't help but enjoy teasing Knox like this, the man was just fun to be around and handsome in ways that seemed almost cruel so being able to back and forth with the man was just an endless amount of fun. "Well I wasn't going to miss one of your parties if I didn't absolutely have to, I'm sure some other twunk can make a few bucks tonight while I'm here having fun with you" he said ever so casually with a sweet little grin, downing a sip of his drink while he leaned back on the chair to get good and comfortable on the chair "Not many people are on your level, I gotta do a damn lot to keep up with you but I think I pull it off" he joked, sipping his drink again and leaning against the other man "Honestly I'm more stunned that you're still out here along and with your pants on, seemed like a fun crowd and fully expected someone to have dragged you off somewhere private... what happened? No one catch your eye or you just decided to behave yourself tonight?" he teased with the dopiest grin.

[octuscle]

Senior year

Hey there!

I’m a Brown guy in my senior year. I go to the gym semi-regularly but am still skinny-fat. I was wondering if you could turn me into a hunk- and a bonus if my twunk bestfriend gets on his knees for me this winter break.

Buddy, maybe you’re just at the wrong gym. Working out with all your snobby Ivy League friends isn’t going to make you one of the big boys.

That new gym you googled is far from even remotely hip or stylish. An unadorned box in an industrial estate. There are mostly pick-ups and vans parked in front of the building. Your Porsche looks a little out of place. Even in the entrance area, it smells of iron, testosterone and sweat. The Neanderthal at the counter takes your details. Surprisingly, all on a tablet. You would have expected everything here to still work on paper. Your login details are your thumbprint and an iris scan. You are impressed. The Neanderthal welcomes you to the club, gives you a fist bump and returns to his cell phone. You’re still wondering whether you should ask him about the house rules or for instructions on the equipment… But you just take a deep breath, go through the security gate and dive into the world of the big boys.

The first few days of training were difficult. There are basically only free weights. And the smallest weights tend to be at the upper limit of what you were moving in your old gym. You never see a trainer or anything that you can ask for advice. And the sweat-smelling musclemen around you only seem to be able to moan and grunt. Nobody talks here.

Shit, somehow you were hoping that this would all work within seconds. Poof! Muscle man! But that didn’t work, you’re still a weakling… Everyone else here is so big… You tried your best to fit in. You cut your own hair with long hair clippers. But you no longer shave your body hair. And your beard maybe every four to ten days. It just takes up unnecessary time. Just like thinking too much about clothes. You wear compression shorts to the gym like everyone else here, and sweatshorts over them. And a tank top on top. Or a T-shirt. As long as it’s sleeveless. Shoulders and armpits must be exposed. Because of the freedom of movement. And because the musky smell from your armpits is pure motivation to sweat even more. Outside the gym, you then wear a tracksuit over your gym clothes. Showering and changing is silly. You train for two to three hours each morning and evening. And if your job as a courier driver allows it, even during your lunch break. One of your bros got you the job. He also got you a good price for your Porsche. The Dodge RAM suits you much better.

Shit, you know the guy who’s making the delivery you have to make from somewhere. The name means something to you. You ring the bell. “Fourth floor left” comes out of the intercom. Damn, of course the elevator doesn’t work. You’re not the cardio type, you start to sweat. There’s a young, student-looking guy standing in the doorway. Over-groomed. Not badly built, but could do with a few more muscles. He looks at you almost lustfully. You grin and say that you have at least one delivery for him.

Hehehe, this isn’t the first time someone has sucked your cheesy boner. But this twunk is one of the better ones. He reminds you of someone. But it must have been a long time ago.

Pic found @stargazerguy​