#tiny twink and his big strong man

[str8upjorkinit]

Sometimes I wonder if Leo's actually weak or if he's just pretending so he can have a big strong man do everything for him

I mean, ghouls are supposed to be stronger than normal people

But damn asking for help with a bottle is really erm...

[hawkinsbnbg]

Soulmates au where Steve's soulmate is a man of culture.

ao3

Steve got Good boy inscribed on his butt, just on the right cheek.

It would be funny if it was a tattoo Steve had gotten one time when he was too drunk and on a dare.

Except it wasn't a tattoo. At all.

Even though it kind of looked like one.

It was the first words his soulmate would say to him.

When Steve first got it, his friends had given him odd looks in the locker room.

Tommy would use many excuses to touch and even Billy wouldn't shut up about it.

As for Carol, she just cackled her head off when he showed it to her.

Still, whenever Steve was alone, he would look at the words in the mirror and feel kinda giddy about the whole thing.

Who would call someone they had just met "good boy"? What if they were far older than him?

And what would his words be for them? "Yes sir"? "Hello sir"?

Soon, he found his answer when he learned about the BDSM world, which Robin had jokingly mentioned one time.

And Steve sort of fell down the rabbit hole since then.

He met many men and women who would call him "good boy", and occasionally "good girl".

But none of them felt right.

Until he heard about Kas.

Who was known to be an experienced dom and knew how to treat his subs right.

Most of the subs in Steve's circle put the man on a pedestal. They practically worshipped the ground he walked on.

And Steve had become curious enough to seek him out.

A quick text over the phone and Steve already had a date with Kas at a hotel on Friday night.

Once the day arrived, he dolled himself up a little, knowing many doms liked how rosy cheeks and pouty lips he was.

He even wore lipgloss and mascara just for good luck.

His outfit was simple enough to take off, but cute nonetheless.

A yellow and pink graffitied black sweater that was a little baggy on him, a tiny pearl choker, silver bracelets, a pair of jeans shorts, and baby pink sneakers.

He looked like a twink, all things considered.

It wasn't his first time dressing like this and it wouldn't be the last time, either.

Steve just..

Well, he just wanted to make sure if he stumbled on his soulmate who happened to be a dom, he wouldn't disappoint them too badly.

It had been years since his word first appeared. So he had the right to be a little bit desperate.

Steve didn't know why, but by the time he got to the hotel, he was a puddle of nerves.

He figured that maybe it was the "Kas' effect" that many people had told him about.

When the door opened to let Kas into the room, Steve just knew this man was going to rock his world.

Kas was attractive and tall. Easily having a couple of inches on him.

With long curly hair, big brown eyes, and plump lips, the man looked surprisingly intimidating.

He wore a burgundy shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbows, showing his tattoos and chunky silver rings.

His pants and heavy boots were made of leather, which Steve suddenly wanted to rub himself on.

He seemed to be a lanky type, but Steve knew better than to assume anything.

As Kas languidly made his way to the bed, Steve unconsciously slid down to the floor and got on his knees, waiting for his order.

Yeah, he was a good boy like that.

There was a reason why many doms had asked to keep him despite knowing he only let his soulmate own him.

Kas wasn't any different.

The man smiled at him, dimpled and warm, making Steve woozy a bit at being praised even wordlessly.

Once Kas sat down, he spread his thighs slightly and patted a hand on his lap.

Understanding the silent command immediately, Steve climbed up on it without being told twice.

He blushed and giggled a bit when strong arms wrapped around his waist securely.

"Good boy," said Kas huskily, smelling of cigarettes and something spicy. "What do you want for your reward, sweetheart?"

Steve felt his breath hitched at that. He knew the chance wasn't high but–

"Can I kiss you, sir?" He asked coyly, playing his role to perfection.

This time, it was Kas who took a sharp intake.

Surprise, disbelief, uncertainty, hope, and finally, joy settled on the man's handsome features.

Kas smiled at him again, more genuine and hopeful.

"Baby boy, do you know that I have those words written on my left ribs my entire life?"

"Show me," Steve demanded, unable to keep up the act when he was so close to finding his soulmate.

Without protest, Kas unbuttoned his shirt and there it was, scribbled on the man's pale skin was Can I kiss you, sir? in his handwriting.

Smiling fondly, Steve traced his fingers on those words.

They sounded so sweet. And yet concerning if being put into the wrong context.

What a pair they made.

"Can you show me yours, sweetheart?" Kas asked tentatively, looking unsure despite having been so confident just a few minutes ago.

"Yeah, sure, of course," Steve scrambled up from the man's lap and blushed as he turned around to unzip and pull down his shorts.

Hearing Kas curse quietly behind him was, perhaps, the most flattering moment in his life.

He could see what kind of an image he made with his baggy sweater bunching up around his waist, white thong, and Good boy being inked on his tanned buttcheek.

Some would call it hot, sexy, or erotic.

But Steve knew how obscene he looked with those words on him.

Especially when he was face down and ass up, waiting to be fucked into oblivion.

Not that he had let anyone fuck him, yet. But he wouldn't mind if Kas did it tonight.

Steve shuddered slightly as calloused fingers brushed on his cool skin, and let out a moan when hot lips placed a tender kiss on his cheek.

Then without pausing, strong hands grabbed his hips before sharp teeth sank into his flesh, eliciting a yelp from him.

It wasn't painful. It just made Steve want to ask for more. So he turned around to do exactly that.

"Kas–"

"Call me Eddie," the man tugged him back into his lap.

"Eddie," he breathed out as he straddled the man's thighs.

"Yes, my sunshine?" Eddie smiled adoringly at him.

"Can I kiss you now?" Steve braced his hands on the broad shoulders with a raised eyebrow.

Tightening the arms around his waist, Eddie pecked him on his chin, sweet and loving.

"How about I let you kiss me for the rest of our lives, my pretty angel?"

"And I'll be yours for as long as we live?" Steve murmured against those plump lips.

"Yeah, gonna treat you right, my good boy," Eddie chuckled before drawing him into a fervent kiss.

Steve was so going to thank that Chrissy girl who had sold him her mascara and lipgloss later.

[allpiesforourown]

Everytime I imagine any of your modern Binghe aus all I can imagine is him just going from "I'm probably somewhat straight. never thought of anyone else than my gege tho, so you never know." to somehow stumbling upon one of Shen-mei's BL novels/fanfics and realizing "I am a homosexual and I need my gege now" much to the dismay of others. Yes a few of his courting methods have started to come from things he's read, how else will his beautiful gege who knows tropes get it in his head? especially with that Liu guy showing up, he needs to step up his game.

all I'm saying, one BL novel and it would be a slippery slope for a modern Luo Binghe. He already canonically reads rpf of himself and sqq in svsss, he would read yaoi that reminds him of his Shen Yuan or somehow come across someone who has been writing rpf fanfics on him and his gege and posting online. He would love it, and try to make Shen Yuan read it as well- obviously to point out the mistakes hahaha, ignore the fact his hand is sliding closer to certain places occasionally with a big smile on his face.

I counter this by saying: this would not help progress at all because Binghe would take the role of the uke

Some miserable yaoi twink: I'm a poor omega who has to marry a rich alpha mafia boss to survive

Binghe, 6'2 and muscled: ohhh I need gege to kabedon me right now

Then he just stands around batting his lashes waiting for gege to "put his strong arms around binghes tiny waist and growl he belongs to me" but shen yuan just smiles and says hey binghe why are you standing by the wall like that?

Binghe sobbing: yaoi lied to me. Working two jobs doesn't get you a hot older man, gege just started asking about my mental health until I quit one

[sam198]

Don’t play on Grindr

Jeffrey, a 23 years old hairless small skinny gay bottom Twink with a short haircut and a tiny cock and small balls, was feeling extremely horny and in desperate need of a fuck. He had been in chastity for way too long and his body was practically aching for release. He decided to take matters into his own hands and turned to Grindr to find a fuck date for the night.

As he scrolled through the endless stream of profiles, he came across the profile of a 60 year old dom Top named Tom. Tom had a really muscular and fit body, was hairy, and had a huge cock with low hanging balls. They exchanged a few messages, sent each other nudes, and agreed to meet up later that night.

Jeffrey couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and nervousness as he counted down the hours until he was supposed to meet Tom. He knew that Tom was going to have his way with him, but he couldn't help but be excited about the prospect of finally getting fucked after being so horny for so long. He sent Tom another flirty message on Grindr, telling him how much he was looking forward to their date and how he couldn't wait to feel him inside of him. Tom responded with a wink and a smirk, promising that he had big plans for his new cum dump.

As the time drew closer, Jeffrey started to get ready. He took a long, hot shower to clean himself up and make himself presentable for Tom. He then put on a pair of tight black briefs that accentuated his slim figure and left little to the imagination. Finally, he put on some cologne to make sure that Tom couldn't resist him when he arrived. With a deep breath and a nervous smile, he sat down on the edge of his bed, waiting for the doorbell to ring.

When Tom finally arrived, Jeffrey's heart skipped a beat. The older man was even more attractive in person, and his muscular frame and confident demeanor made him seem larger than life. They exchanged greetings, and Jeffrey couldn't help but notice the bulge in Tom's pants, which was only making him more aroused. As they began to make their way to Jeffrey's bedroom, Tom made a comment about how cute his short haircut was and how he'd never seen a cock that small before. Jeffrey found it funny and joked around, telling Tom that he would love to see himself being fucked and would want to swap places with him. Little did they know, their playful banter would soon lead to a strange and unexpected transformation.

As they reached the bed, Tom pushed Jeffrey down onto the mattress and began to undress him. He threw Jeffrey's shirt and pants across the room, revealing his slim, hairless body. The older man ran his calloused hands over Jeffrey's chest and abs, making the younger man shiver with anticipation. Tom chuckled and told Jeffrey that he was going to enjoy this, before kneeling between his legs.

Jeffrey felt a mixture of fear and excitement as Tom grasped his tiny cock and balls in his strong hands. The older man gave him a wicked grin and began to stroke him, slowly at first, but gradually increasing in speed and intensity. Jeffrey arched his back, moaning loudly as Tom's expert touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He felt so full and stretched, like he was being consumed by Tom's hands.

As Tom continued to work him, Jeffrey could feel his orgasm building inside him. He glanced down and saw Tom's huge cock, already leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. The older man's grunts and moans filled the air as he began to thrust faster and harder, pushing Jeffrey's hips into the mattress. Jeffrey could feel the head of Tom's cock pushing against his entrance, and with a desperate moan, he begged him to fuck him.

Finally, Tom pulled back, positioning his cock at Jeffrey's entrance. There was a moment of exquisite pain as the head of his cock pushed past Jeffrey's tight ring of muscle, but it was quickly replaced by an overwhelming sense of fullness and power. Tom began to thrust slowly, letting Jeffrey adjust to the size of his cock. The younger man cried out in ecstasy as he felt every inch of Tom's thick shaft stretching him wider and wider.

Their bodies began to glisten with sweat as they moved together, their rhythm becoming faster and more frenzied. Jeffrey wrapped his legs around Tom's waist, arching his back off the bed as he felt himself being claimed by the older man's cock. He could feel Tom's hot breath on his neck, his rough hands gripping his hair as he fucked him harder and harder.

As their passion reached its peak, they both let out a primal scream, their bodies tensing and convulsing as they reached orgasm together. Jeffrey felt a hot, salty liquid spurt from Tom's cock, filling him up and marking the end of their frenzied coupling. As the last spurt of cum pulsed into him, Jeffrey felt a strange tingling sensation spread through his body. He looked down and saw that his hands and legs had begun to change shape, becoming larger and more muscular. At the same time, Tom's body started to shrink, his muscles losing definition and his cock growing smaller. The transformation was happening, but it was happening slowly, and it wasn't over yet. Jeffrey pulled himself off of Tom and gazed down at his former lover, now reduced to a mere shadow of his former self.

He felt a surge of power and dominance course through his veins as he knelt beside the bed, watching Tom's terrified eyes dart back and forth between him and his new, massive cock. With a wicked grin, Jeffrey reached down and unfastened the chastity belt that had been restraining his cock for so long. He pulled the metal device off, revealing his now-massive erection to Tom.

"Now then, Tom," he purred, "you're going to do exactly what I tell you." He grabbed Tom roughly by the hair and pulled him up to standing position. "You're going to get on your knees and service this cock, understand?" Tom nodded shakily, his eyes wide with fear and submission. Jeffrey let him go and watched as the older man sank to his knees in front of him, his hands trembling as they reached out to grasp his new master's massive shaft.

Jeffrey let out a low growl as he felt Tom's lips wrap around the head of his cock, teasing him with the warmth of his mouth. He thrust forward, burying his girth deeper into Tom's throat, feeling the vibrations as Tom struggled to breathe around him. "That's it, Tom," he groaned, "take it all." And Tom did, obeying every command, every thrust of his hips and every growl from his lips.

As he fucked Tom's face, Jeffrey couldn't help but marvel at the transformation that had taken place. His body was larger and more muscular than ever before, his cock a monstrous symbol of dominance and control. And Tom, once so confident and commanding, was now reduced to a quivering mass of submission at his feet. He wondered how far he could push this, how much power he could truly wield over the older man.

Deciding to test his newfound boundaries, Jeffrey pulled his cock free from Tom's mouth and reached down, cupping his balls. With a squeeze, he felt a hot jet of cum spurt across Tom's face and onto the bed. The older man whimpered as the warm liquid splashed across his cheeks and neck, but he didn't dare move or protest. Jeffrey watched with amusement as Tom struggled to swallow the salty liquid that now coated his tongue.

"Now," he growled, "I want you to lick it up. Every last drop." Tom hesitated for only a moment, his eyes darting up to meet Jeffrey's steely gaze. Slowly, he lowered his head, his tongue flicking out to lap at the cum on his skin. As Tom licked and sucked at his fingers, Jeffrey felt a surge of power course through his veins. He could feel the older man's submission, his willingness to do whatever it took to please him.

Grinning, Jeffrey pushed Tom back onto the bed and straddled his hips, positioning his cock at the entrance to Tom's ass. "Are you ready for this, Tom?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "Because I think you're going to like it." Tom nodded frantically, his eyes wide with fear and anticipation. Jeffrey leaned forward, his weight pressing down on Tom's chest, and slowly began to thrust into him.

The sensation was exquisite, like nothing he'd ever felt before. Tom's body was so tight, so hot around his cock, and with every thrust he felt himself growing closer to the edge. He could feel Tom's fingers digging into his shoulders, his hips bucking up to meet his movements. The sound of their skin slapping together, the wet smack of their bodies together, filled the air.

As their passion reached its peak, Jeffrey pulled out of Tom's ass and rolled the older man onto his stomach. He knelt behind him, his cock rubbing against Tom's ass, teasing him with what was to come. With a growl, he thrust forward, burying his cock deep inside Tom's body once more. The older man cried out in pleasure as he felt himself being claimed by Jeffrey's massive cock.

For what felt like an eternity, they moved together in perfect harmony. Jeffrey's thrusts were hard and powerful, driving his cock deep inside Tom's ass, while Tom arched his back off the bed, meeting each thrust with equal force. The sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room, a primal symphony of lust and desire.

And then, as their orgasms crashed over them like a wave, Jeffrey felt himself emptying his seed into Tom's body, filling him up and claiming him as his own. As he came, he felt a strange tingling sensation spread through his body once more. Tom's body, now fully transformed, twitched beneath him as he spilled his own seed inside the older man. They lay there together, panting and sweaty, their hearts racing as they basked in the afterglow of their shared ecstasy.

Jeffrey reached down and stroked Tom's newly muscular back, marveling at the feel of his own hand against the older man's skin. "I think," he murmured, "that this is going to be a very good arrangement for both of us." Tom turned his head to look at him, his eyes full of love and submission. "Yes," he agreed, "it certainly is."

[suchawrathfullamb]

you guys are all secretly (or not) trying to guess how Will would fuck but I can actually tell you through Hugh's chart, cause we've stablished that actors are casted in roles that represent their energetic configurations yada yada so.

We can look at two positions: the Moon, which is our psyche and our foundation, and the most influential part of our personalities and how we function in reality, the Moon being a water element astro it rules the senses (no, not venus) and the sacral chakra.

And we can look at Mars, the primal force and impulse of life, the sex drive itself.

With him we have two energies that have very strong built animal archetypes, the buffalo 🦬 and the elephant 🐘, which I don't think we didn't already suspect that but. Boy has it big. Whatever...he is flaunting it around in his tight jeans and in almost every full body shot in Hannibal.

I'd say it's not dainty either. If you catch the buffalo elephant drill.

Mars manifests here in the yin polarity, while his Moon is yang. This indicates a more internally directed sex drive, which makes sense for Will's whole psychosexual vibes. It indicates that his drive is more mental than physical, specially with a Swati Moon which is a very "airy" Moon, and Revati Mars is also very mental, being ruled by Mercury. So this isn't somebody who is acting on their impulses that much. It tends to stay in his head for most of the time. Which if overload does tend to cause issues which Will sure is familiar with lol.

His foundation and senses being Swati's energy, it could indicate who loves to role play or create tiny universes for themselves to indulge and interact with for their own delight. I'd say there's a pretty creative mind here. Lots of fantasies.

Swati natives also tend to struggle with anything that they feel restrict them, unlike other archetypes who enjoy having structure and boundaries as safety, they do not. So, I'm sorry girlies but he might look like a sub twink but it's only because of the Rahu facial features. That man prefers to dominate. Not saying he wouldn't submit, he very much would, but, and I think that makes even more sense with the show, Swatis only submit to extremely dominant forces, meaning it takes a certain type to actually get them to submit and they are extremely resistant. Which. Literally Will fleeing like a fucking deer from Hannibal throughout the show (psychologically and emotionally) then finally allowing full connection at the end.

So anyway, cause I know that's what you kinky bitches want to know: how does he fuck?

He is generally dominant until someone is able to get him to submit out of LOVE, not force (Swati rules the Heart). He likes creative games in bed, you need to connect with him on an intellectual level to turn him on (Revati, his Mars is ruled by Mercury and concentrates energy in the head). Likely into BDSM (Revati and Bharani are energies that dwell in a transcendental spiritual stage, and tend to enjoy dynamics that are seen as taboo) and other kinky shit. Revatis are super kinky, actually so lol.

For ultimate satisfaction he needs to connect with his partner in a way that literally dissolves his ego. This is not the personality type to enjoy casual hookups, regardless if they engage in it or not. They are searching for pleasure that is transcendental.

[bigmpregnm]

Enjoy the Ride - Part 1

[Story Collection] | [●] [Part 2]

A knot tightened in my stomach while I waited for someone to call me into the office. I was extremely nervous because there were only two possible reasons to be there: I was either getting fired or receiving a raise. Although I was a good worker, I knew I hadn’t done anything remarkable to warrant a raise. To make matters worse, the man waiting for me wasn’t even my immediate boss; he was the boss of my boss’ boss, the freaking CEO of the company. I knew I was in big trouble. I tried to remain calm but couldn’t afford to lose my job. I needed it and was willing to do anything to keep it.

My name is Adam Macci, and at 24 years old, the thought of such a terrifying meeting had me on the verge of tears, even before entering the office. Despite having worked at the company for a year, I knew I still had a lot to learn, which made me feel insecure about the reason for the meeting. Working in the accounting department was incredibly dull, and the pay could have been better, but I wanted to avoid facing unemployment.

As a young, single dad to my 5-year-old son, Marco, losing my job would mean homelessness for us. Marco’s mother left when he was only two months old, and my parents disowned me before he was born, leaving us to fend for ourselves. I was determined to keep my job and provide for my son, and I was ready to beg if it was necessary.

As I waited in the hallway, beads of sweat formed on my forehead, evidence of my extreme anxiety. When I heard the CEO’s secretary calling my name, my heart skipped a few beats. Her earnest gaze as I nervously stood up only made things worse. Each step I took made my legs feel like jelly, threatening to betray me at any moment. I was almost panting in fear.

The sense of horror intensified as I walked into the CEO’s office. The room was huge and luxurious, the kind of someone like me could never even dream of owning. I knew the man was a billionaire, but even then, the entire place made me feel tiny and worthless. The room was far bigger than my entire apartment, and considering I wasn’t that big at 5’8” and 154 pounds, I felt like a mouse entering the domain of a hungry cat.

I took a deep breath and took shaky steps toward a massive desk. Behind it was an enormous chair facing away from me and looking into the most breathtaking view of the city I had ever seen. Despite the chair’s considerable size, I could see the CEO’s strong shoulders popping at the sides, which made me feel even more nervous. I had heard rumors about him being a colossal man, but his frame was broader than I had ever expected. My knowledge of this man was limited, mainly consisting of mere office gossip. The only certainty I had was his last name, Griffin because it adorned the company’s name.

I wasn’t sure if I should sit down, so I remained silent, waiting for him to speak. I couldn’t find the words to express myself as I was on the verge of having a stroke when the chair started turning, and Mr. Griffin’s massive and imposing figure came into view. The man was truly enormous. Even sitting down, he looked tall, and his whole figure was so broad that I felt like a twink. I was terrified by his size, but simultaneously, it amazed me. He smiled at me, and my knees shook.

“Good morning, Adam. Please take a seat. We have some important matters to discuss,” Mr. Griffin said with such a powerful and commanding voice that my entire body trembled.

“T… Thanks, Mr. Griffin. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m…” I nervously started saying as I sat, but he interrupted me.

“You’ve been working for me for nearly a year, correct?” He asked, making me wonder whether I should respond. He then opened a folder and started reading some documents. “You appear to be a trustworthy young man. Your supervisor commends your responsibility and dedication, noting that you work extra hours without getting paid. You have a 5-year-old son who lives with you, yet your file doesn’t mention a partner, making these additional hours a significant sacrifice. You sound like an exemplary employee,” he said, looking at me expectantly.

“Thanks, Mr. Griffin. I always try my best and…” I managed to say before he interrupted me once again.

“The thing is, Adam, nobody is perfect. Everyone has something they hide. For example, Kyle, the guy in the cubicle next to yours, is secretly in a relationship with Jenny, the receptionist. And just so you know, he’s married, and Jenny is unaware of it. Karen, the woman who brought you to my office, has undergone 14 plastic surgeries to look how she looks. Despite her claims that it is natural, I know her surgeon. Have you seen Greg, the janitor? He’s young, and his muscles are bigger than a world class bodybuilder. I suspect he may have serious issues with steroid abuse, although he insists he’s natural. I could continue with more examples because I am well-informed about everyone in this company. That’s why I asked Karen to bring you here, Adam. I wanted you to share your secret with me,” he said, leaning forward on his desk and his voice growing even more intense. Fear gripped me, and I swallowed hard.

“I-I don’t know, Mr. Griffin. Since I started working here, I’ve been honest about everything. Also, you seem to have my file, and everything is there,” I said with a shaky voice, sweating like a pig.

“Okay. I wanted you to tell me the truth without reading it, but as you mentioned, I have your file,” Mr. Griffin said with a smile. I knew he was up to something mean, but I had no idea what it was. “Three months ago, you didn’t come to work for a whole week. You had to deliver some important tax papers that week, and the delay cost me almost a million dollars. Taxes, surcharges, you know how that is. What I need to know here is what was so important that you made me lose almost a million dollars?” he said, and I turned pale. I knew what he was talking about, so I knew I was screwed.

“I was sick, Mr. Griffin. I called my supervisor and explained what was happening. I’m sorry you lost so much money, but I thought they would take care of my pending work,” I explained, almost crying.

“You told him you were sick, but you didn’t explain what it was and didn’t tell him you needed the whole week off. Weeks later, you presented a document where a doctor explained why you needed the whole week off, but I’m confused here, and since I lost money because of it, I need you to explain this to me,” he said, sounding serious and I just wanted to run away.

“It’s… it’s a medical condition, and it’s hard to explain. I honestly don’t like talking about it, but…” I was struggling to talk, and he interrupted me once again.

“Okay. I’ll explain it to you. Your doctor sent a long letter, but I’ll focus on two fascinating details. First, he mentioned you are one of the few known cases of men who have a womb. He detailed some technical stuff, but I understand it’s connected to your rectum and fully functional, which made me wonder about your boy’s mom. I mean, does he even have a mom or?” He looked at my midsection, and I panicked.

“What? No, no. Mr. Griffin, Marco has a mom. She just ran away. I never…” I tried to explain, but he kept talking.

“The other thing that caught my attention was the reason why you took the week off. The doctor said you had intense bleeding caused by a hormonal imbalance during your menstruation. He said this is uncommon because men don’t menstruate that much, but it’s not unheard of. He said this is unlikely to happen again, so you’re perfectly healthy now. Lucky you.” He closed the folder and leaned back on his massive chair, looking devilish. “This whole thing has me very confused. I mean, I lost money because you, a man, had your period?” he said, sounding angry.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Griffin. I didn’t even know I had this condition until the bleeding started, and I never thought you’d lose so much money…” I was almost crying, and he laughed. Somehow, he looked like he was enjoying my fear.

“What matters to me is that you made me lose money, and now I want you to pay it. You will pay for the money you made me lose, one way or another. I could fire you, but that wouldn’t be fun. I could make you work for me without pay until you’ve paid off your debt, but that wouldn’t be fun, either. So, I have an offer for you. I can forget about the money I lost, and you can keep your job and even earn some extra money. How does that sound?” He smiled at me, but it scared me even more because it sounded too good to be true.

He presented me with some papers and a pen. He wanted me to sign whatever those papers said. I realized he had everything planned out, which meant it couldn’t be good for me. I was at Mr. Griffin’s mercy because I couldn’t afford to pay back all that money, and losing my job was not an option. I was willing to do anything to keep my job, and the extra money sounded appealing, but I was afraid because I knew that man had some sinister intentions.

Mr. Griffin explained that he had been looking for the right person to provide him with heirs. The word “heirs” sent shivers down my spine as I understood what Mr. Griffin had in mind. He said that, despite being 40 years old and able to attract any woman he desired, he lacked the time for a committed relationship. Consequently, he decided to have children through surrogacy.

As he handed me the documents, my face turned pale upon seeing the words “Surrogacy Contract” at the top of the page. I glanced up at him, only to be met with the most sinister smile I had ever witnessed. I knew his actions violated numerous labor laws, but he held immense power as a millionaire, while I, a young single father, stood no chance against a man like him.

He said he had done some research about my condition, and upon learning about it, he found out male pregnancy had a 99% chance of producing boys. He proceeded to tell me about several cases of men who had become pregnant before, all of whom had multiple births, which aligned perfectly with his desires. His anger seemed to have dissipated, replaced by excitement. He said I seemed the perfect vessel to carry his heirs, leaving me speechless.

I desperately wanted to escape, but the shock rendered me immobile. Struggling to process Mr. Griffin’s words, I met his gaze as he awaited my response. I was at a loss for what to do. After some hesitation, I placed the contract back on the desk and pushed it away from me. Instead of becoming angry, a broad smile spread across his face, causing a wave of horror to wash over me as I gulped nervously.

He leaned back in his chair again and warned me that if I refused to sign the contract, he would take legal action against me for the million dollars he claimed I had cost him and any additional expenses resulting from my mistake. I froze as he continued telling me how he would make me lose everything if I didn’t sign the contract.

With no other options available, I reluctantly pulled the contract closer and picked up the pen. I knew the situation was illegal, but legality held no weight for someone like Mr. Griffin. He was rich enough to buy the entire city, so I knew I couldn’t beat him in court. I was screwed. Attempting to gain some semblance of control, I tried to read through the extensive ten-page contract. However, fear consumed me so much that I couldn’t comprehend a single word. I was too terrified even to recall my own name.

Mr. Griffin helped me fill out and sign the contract while I tried to hold back my tears. He assured me that he would cover all expenses for Marco and me for the next few months, and he promised that if I fulfilled my part of the agreement, our lives would never be the same. Although confused and frightened, I knew I had to do what was best for Marco, even if I had to carry Mr. Griffin’s children.

Once we had filled out and signed the contract, Mr. Griffin rose from his chair, revealing his full height. Standing approximately 6’6” tall, he towered over me by more than a foot, and I was sure he outweighed me by at least 100 pounds, all of it composed of pure muscle. As he slowly walked around the desk, positioning himself directly before me, I couldn’t take my eyes off his impressive physique.

Not only was he remarkably tall, but his formal dark suit strained against his well-built frame. His broad shoulders, defined chest, and bulging biceps seemed to stretch the fabric of his jacket to its limits. His waist was astonishingly narrow, while his lower body displayed strength. It was undeniably impressive, but what truly caught my attention was the enormous bulge that looked unrealistically full. A small part of me even wondered if he had stuffed something in his pants.

“I already have an appointment for us this coming Saturday. I knew you would sign the contract,” he said with a proud and sinister grin. “The doctor is a friend of mine, and I’m sure he’ll be more than willing to perform the insemination that same day. The sooner you get pregnant, the sooner you’ll pay your debt, and I’ll happily forget about the money. I could even give you a promotion if everything goes as planned,” he added. I absently smiled because that sounded good.

After he briefly explained the contract’s contact, I left Mr. Griffin’s office feeling incredibly confused. I couldn’t believe I had agreed to get pregnant. I was a man, and even though I knew there had been a few cases, people didn’t widely accept male pregnancy. Some people still thought it was a myth, but thanks to the bleeding and my medical appointments, I learned that it was possible.

For the remainder of the day, the impending pregnancy consumed my thoughts. Absent-mindedly, I found myself rubbing my abdomen, contemplating the idea of carrying one or even two babies within me, which made me feel pretty strange. Despite the fear and less-than-ideal circumstances, a part of me was curious about the experience of being pregnant. If I had no other option but to carry Mr. Griffin’s children, I decided to find some joy in the journey.

A few days later, on Saturday, as Mr. Griffin had instructed me, I found myself in the waiting room of a well-known fertility clinic. I had to leave Marco with his nanny, even though Saturdays were our special day together.

As I took a deep breath, I heard Mr. Griffin’s voice as he entered the clinic, and I couldn’t help but gasp at how great he looked. He wore a T-shirt that accentuated his muscles, making them look bigger. His tight-fitting jeans showcased his muscular legs, but his ass and bulge were simply out of this world. Despite knowing he was a bad guy, I felt my dick throbbing as Mr. Griffin approached and smiled at me.

The doctor called us a few minutes later, and I became even more nervous. The doctor already had a file with my detailed information and only conducted general exams on my body to confirm my good health. He palpated my abdomen to ensure I was ready for pregnancy and reassured me that everything looked good. Throughout the process, Mr. Griffin never stopped smiling. Evidently, he was pleased to see his plan unfolding just as he had hoped.

However, Mr. Griffin’s expression changed when the doctor explained that, despite everything being in place for him to inseminate me, he couldn’t do it right away. The doctor stated that I needed to follow his instructions for at least a week to increase the chances of conception on the first attempt. Mr. Griffin wasn’t pleased because he wanted me to get pregnant that day.

While I saw Mr. Griffin trying to convince the doctor to proceed with the procedure, I was in awe of his massive body again. As he grew visibly tense, the veins on his arms thickened, accentuating his size. I couldn’t take my eyes off his lower half, and a wild idea crossed my mind as the doctor continued to refuse.

Eventually, Mr. Griffin gave up and accepted that we would have to wait another week. The doctor left the room, and I noticed Mr. Griffin was mad at him. Since the doctor wouldn’t perform the insemination, the logical thing to do was for me to leave. Instead, I heard myself speaking without even realizing it.

“Mr. Griffin, I know the contract specifies artificial insemination, but… maybe we could do this… the natural way?” I asked, and he looked at me with evident excitement.

“Are you serious? Just to be clear, are you suggesting a change to the contract?” he asked. As I nodded, he smiled, making my dick throb again. “If that’s the case, let’s go to my place,” he happily added.

I willingly followed him to his car, feeling curious but aware that I might’ve been getting into trouble. Despite this, I still wanted to enjoy the ride.

...

[thecoolerliauditore]

saw you mention gender for a bit - i wonder why grian is feminized so much? it's of course because of the feedback loop of fanon but how did it snowball so much? it would be funny if it's from him using the alex player model

I'm probably not the guy to ask for this just to be clear right off the back. I love observing fandom trends but I'm just not keeping an eye on Grian stuff more often than not. Grain (lol) of salt, blah blah blah.

So first off I think we should tackle what "feminized" means in this context because I can see that argument being made for both the default-ish generic young anime guy grian I have in my head when I think "fanon grian" and. well. arianna griande and the like (I'd argue cuteguy falls into this latter category)

I'm gonna start with the first one and use my own Grian as an example because I think he's pretty much as standard as you can go in the former category, and that's more or less on purpose. Pictured here in all of his tiny anime twink glory (next to Joel and Cleo who are also meant to be pretty short!)

So while I can't read the minds of other Grian artists, I can offer what went through my head when I designed mine and try to have a guess at how much other people thought the same.

First things first I do think this specific brand of Grian is "feminized" -- if you compare him to the CC. The goal at least for me was more to communicate youthfulness than femininity, but those traits tend to go hand in hand with male characters due to them having pretty much the same features (no facial/body hair is a big one).

Artists in this fandom tend to swing on the younger side, and people tend to base their designs unconsciously (or consciously tbh) on themselves or media they like, the latter being very likely to be media aimed at their age group and thus having a cast of characters around their age. Doesn't help that most popular animated things are made for younger audiences, so chances are most people are basing their art styles in media where the casts age range is 12-25.

For me I do think most of my designs have a little bit of added in youthfulness/femininity unless I Really want to get across age/masculinity. It's a lot easier to separate the 30 year olds from the 40 year olds if the 30 year olds look a bit closer to 20, doubly so when most of the stuff I like (and thus reference from purposefully or not) has casts full of 15 year olds. Alot of this also applies to the other younger men in my designs aside from Grian, like Joel who's next to him.

But Joel is still drawn with stubble and a bit taller than Grian, so what gives about Grian specifically?

For me personally, I draw everything with the Life Series in mind, especially Third Life in Grian's case. And the character who Grian plays off the most in that series, especially in Third Life, is Scar.

While I do think the aforementioned age factor also impacts a lot of Scar designs (as well as younger artists' tendency towards shyness when drawing muscles), I think most people see Scar's masculinity as a key trait of his. I think I'm kind of unique in that I take descriptions of their appearances ingame as somewhat canon (e.g. Scott being canonically referred to as "handsome") but Scar really lays it on thick with "Hot Guy" and the abs and so on that it's pretty much screaming for acknowledgement when you're designing him.

Grian is also short irl and this even gets mentioned by Joel in the first WL episode, so it made enough sense to me that should be something exaggerated with Desert Duo's designs to make them look better next to eachother.

This is also maybe getting a bit into headcanon territory but when I think Grian I don't necessarily think predator or brute force, I think of him setting his traps and giggling maniacally and manipulating what he wants out of people with his words instead of his sword. And him just being like. a little gremlin thing compared to his Big Strong Man partner in crime whilst also, actually being arguably the more dangerous of the two feels harmonious.

If we do a layer deeper into headcanon land, I've also always seen him as more frail and physically weak due to Martyn's concern for his safety and his own more anxious nature in 3L as one of the first players to really consider having to defend himself -- if you're dropped into a death game arena and you're the smallest one there, you would naturally be a lot more nervous than the big guys and come off as more "insane" for wanting to set up seemingly unnecessary defenses or striking first. (<-- this is why I don't talk about Grian much btw all of my thoughts regarding him are seeped in headcanons lol)

Alot of Grian artists are also Desert Duo artists and while they might not be operating by the same logic I am I have to assume there's some common points.

I've seen this meme used a lot when people make fun of other peoples DD art and it's almost always people with very little self-awareness. it's funny to me (and this probably could be its own discussion about queer tropes and xenophobia, but whatever haha funny it's literally them so true so true.)

One final note on this is I think this specific brand of twink Grian might be dipping in popularity? I've been seeing a lot more Grians that are chunkier or entirely throw out his anime-main-character-ness by making his glasses or curly hair heavily exaggerated. Which is cool I especially loveeee the more cartoony puff ball grians that have gotten more popular. Idk if it's necessarily in response to the anti-twink-propaganda or if it's just a new stage in Grian design development as we get further away from the Third Life Desert Duo meta, but it's fun and I think speaks the feminizing not really being an intentional trait and more of a consequence of other things.

As for CuteGuy/Griande I can't really offer as much insight since I don't really get the appeal either lol except that I think it's fun in the way drag is fun.

I think what a lot of people need to remember when they ask for more masculine designs is that masculinity irl is often synonymous with less customization. Alot of it is practical (like short hair obviously you can't style like long hair) and especially outside of queer circles a lot of it is just gender roles -- alot of men will refuse to wear literally plain mens t shirts if it's an eye-catching colour.

There's a great Derek Guy interview where he talks about how men tend to misunderstand what "fashion" is and how most cishet men actually care deeply about fashion. He makes the example of offering two pairs of jeans -- one is a regular pair of blue jeans that costs fifty dollars and another is free of charge but happens to be pink, and how most men despite "not caring about fashion" will go for the fifty dollar blue jeans.

If you want an example of mens fashion and its "boring" aesthetics made more to fit into a crowd than to stand out, just go on instagram and look at pictures of the Empires CCs together and watch the guys get absolutely mogged. This isn't me calling the men badly dressed (in fact I've actually noticed before that CC Joel is like. super well put together) but more of a statement on how womens clothing is designed vs how mens clothing is designed.

I know where my eyes go first, at least. (self indulgent note: Pearl is kind of an exception to the rule for reasons but I cannot say lest I betray my own moral code. however my eyes go to her first anyway because she is stunningly beautiful she could wear a potato sack and it'd work)

And while I don't agree with this sentiment (I actually loveee menswear deeply it's. a thing), in the world of fandom artists who typically are big fans of the gay gay homosexual gay and more into high-decorative, sexier stuff, clawing at any ounce of femininity that these men exhibit is probably an opportunity hard to pass on. This also happens with Jimmy on occasion I think, with stuff like the maid dress. And Ariana Griande is like Drag Drag, not just a dress but a whole persona, so that in combination with feeding into yaoi tropes for popular ships like Scarian and Grumbo, I'm not surprised there's such a gap between actual screentime and fanmade content.

Also is Griande even like. That popular anymore? I also don't think I've seen CuteGuy all that much unless it's DDVAU stuff specifically.

I'd be interested to hear my artist friends comment on this too since again I feel like I'm not the right person to ask lol. Take this as an invitation to yap I would be fascinated hearing your perspectives.

I also think his popularity and younger audience might be playing a big part in this especially in conjunction with the first point about drawing characters younger-looking but this is getting fairly rambly already lol

Go follow the menswear guy (@/dieworkwear) on twitter if you're interested in menswear btw he's very insightful and funny

[anachronisticcrab]

Disclaimer: Don't like? don't read, don't engage. More in an edited section at the bottom of the post.

Tell me why my roommate is kinda aphobic and started crying when I call them out on it ONCE

So we had a stupid argument (so dumb. But also not cause it's based in him being aphobic) over him shipping Jayvik in arcane.

My issues with this (I have not seen arcane nor will I watched it cause one of the characters has my dead name and it makes me uncomfy to hear it seen and spelled the same way, this is just what I have learned through ppl who have seen it)

Viktor is asexual canonically. Like from the creators mouth, he has been ace and possibly aro since the beginning. Everyone that I see that ships them draws Jayce and Viktor fucking. Leave him alone, he's an ace guy, I have like 3 and u gays have 5 million twinks to draw getting railed

Jayvik shippers often draw art in ways that comes across as ableist, pedophilic and infantalizing of Viktor. It's always big huge Jayce carrying around a teeny tiny Viktor and it bothers me. (Lots of ships do this, it's always weird and gross. I'm not pretending I've never enjoyed that art, cause it's sometimes really well drawn, but it's still a little creepy and ableist) ((Edit: not calling Jayvik pedophilic in canon, I'm saying the way that I've seen shippers treat them as 'Big strong man and tiny fragile uwu boy' comes across as pedophilic to me))

This is the big one: Jayce is Viktors allegorical rapist. The scene where Viktor does, Jayce throws him into a void and forever changes Viktors body and life without his consent because Jayce thought it would fix him. Very powerful as a disabled plot line of able bodied people doing things to a disabled body in order to 'fix' them, but gets even more powerful with Viktor being ace. An allo character does something to an ace characters body without their consent, forever changing their life, because they thought it would 'fix' them is an allegory for corrective rape. It's corrective rape. Don't ship Viktor with his allegorical rapist.

So those are my issues. I've talked to a few ppl about it, my roommate included. They know my opinion on it, just not the details cause he has a habit of crying his eyes out whenever he's criticized and I don't have the energy to deal with a grown man bawling his eyes out all the time.

The only thing I've ever said to him was an argument we got in where he said that making Viktor ace was infantalizing disabled bodies and I got pissed at him and he cried

Today, my roommate decided to show me and 2 friends of ours fanart of Jayvik, with the weird size dynamic and Jayce carrying Viktor around and I said 'how is that not infantalizing but him being ace is?'

My roommate agreed, and then I started talking about how that, and the allegorical rape, made it awful to ship Jayce and Viktor and I said 'leave the aces alone, we don't ask a lot'.

Tell me why he shut down and then began crying, so I left the room cause I'm not apologizing for telling him to keep his aphobia in check, and when I came back he left and hasn't said a word since.

Tell me why I have to shut up when he says it's funny to see attractive characters as sexless cause its an inherently humiliating quality, that making someone disabled asexual is infantalizing and gross, that the few ace characters there are are definitely fucking each other cause they're human, when he says aphobic things 10 times a day, but he gets to cry when I call him out on that?

Plus now I feel guilty cause my friends keep shooting me looks since I'm not apologizing, and when they started trying to placate him I was quiet other than to say 'not just about you, but like. Yeah' l

Why are allo people the way they are?

Edit: I've updated the tags to remove arcane and anti Jayvik, ppl were right that I shouldn't have added them to begin with. In my defense for anti Jayvik, I didn't know u needed hyphens in tags now for it to work properly, I'm not really active on tumblr these days. Secondly, Just so y'all know. I don't feel like arguing with allo people anymore cause I spend so much of my time catering to allo people. If you're upset, don't read. If u comment upset about me being pissed at allo people for an opinion that I'm objectively correct on, I will be blocking you immediately cause that's how the internet works. Don't like, don't engage. Leave me alone, this is a vent post cause I'm sick of allo people being stupid Third, not claiming that this is my roommate being aphobic. Of all the things he's done, this is one of the least aphobic, it's just still frustrating. This post is mostly because he can't take any criticism on anything without crying and it's irritating, especially when I call him out on questionable behaviour. Fourth, do NOT try to educate me, a fucking aroace person, on aroace terminology and realities. I am aware that not all ace ppl are aro and that not all aro ppl are ace and that ace ppl and aro ppl both can date and fuck. I know that shit. That's not what this is about. Fuck off. Fifthly, no I have not watched arcane, I say that so early on in the original part of this post. I will not watch arcane, this post isn't really about arcane. It's a vent post about my roommate not being able to handle me pointing out that their mindset and the way they view things is aphobic. This is not an attack of arcane, it's an attack of people refusing to listen to aroace ppl when we raise concerns. Such as a number of ppl in the comments did within an hour of me posting this. Lastly, I'm not saying you can't ship JayVik, do whatever you fucking want. I'm saying that I have issues with it as a ship, and I am irritated at my roommate for immediately crying and running off when I tried to raise my concerns and opinions on the relationship, the concerns I have coming from the place of an aroace person who is fed up with them being blatantly aphobic in other contexts and things that they say. Update TL;DR: Don't like? Don't read, don't engage. Not for you. If you try to argue with me, you will be blocked cause I don't have time for that shit. This is a vent post, not an attack on fucking anyone and the opinion of one random tumblr user has no affect on you or your favourite show. There are more important things to yell at ppl for.

[prodigal-explorer]

my tss headcanons that make my fics/ideas/profile unique!!

basically headcanons that i rarely see other people share but i love them and i talk about them on the regular!

(also most of these are gonna be about roman lol)

1. roman is dark skinned, and not even like a teeny tiny little tan either he’s like DARK dark skinned and so is remus, but remus is a tiny bit lighter than him.

2. roman has a lightning mcqueen nightlight that he uses to tackle his fear of the dark. he also regularly has nightmares.

3. in high school aus, roman is not popular. he is not the queen bee, he is not the mega powerful guy with a lot of friends. he is an OUTCAST! whether it’s because he’s a spoiled brat who was never taught social skills, or he’s a theatre nerd who never stops talking about music and art and poetry. this man is not heather chandler reincarnated, he is a high school outcast 😭

4. virgil is wayyyy way way buffer than roman 😂 he is not a weak little noodle getting carried around by the valiant prince roman, he is a tough, silent guy carrying around his whiny dramatic twink.

5. on that note, virgil is the strong and silent type, but he’s not like super shy and meek or super mean and snappy. i love my virgil to be somewhere in between. he’s got some snark, but usually, it doesn’t get expressed out loud. i would compare him most linearly to matthew cuthbert from anne of green gables.

6. logan is so protective. this man deserves a brother of the year trophy because i make him the big brother in so many aus and he is just such an amazing brother figure because he cares so much and he cares about keeping his loved ones safe.

7. on that note, logan is SO kind to the weak, harsh to the strong. and janus is the same way. enough said.

8. every single side is capable of causing damage. i see so many people who make every other side realistic and then their favorite is so innocent and special and physically incapable of doing wrong. thats not me. everybody can and has caused irreparable damage and its delicious.

9. roman has a massive sweet tooth and virgil has absolutely no spice tolerance.

10. NONE OF THE SIDES ARE SKINNY LITTLE TOOTHPICKS. WE HAVE ENOUGH SKINNY LITTLE TOOTHPICK REPRESENTATION WE DONT NEED MORE. “patton is so small and petite” NO. patton has a dad bod, logan has belly for days, virgil and remus are muscular af, janus and roman are curvy bodyodyodyody. and they’re all BEAUTIFUL. AND THATS THE LAW. like where did all the stick figure side stuff come from?? not even THOMAS is that super mainstream body type that every single popular character ever is. i can’t wait for the world to get tired of writing endless skinny characters. (AND I AM NOT BEING OFFENSIVE I AM LITERALLY 110 POUNDS MYSELF SO I CAN SAY THIS.)

[zeroducks-2]

Do you have some personal headcanons about how the speedsters look like, especially in terms of body shape? They vary too much, I have a hard time forming a strong opinion on anyone

Here's a mix of personal headcanons and canon/semicanon stuff:

Barry is small. Not tiny, but there's something petite about him and he's more nerve than muscles. That's how he was supposed to be drawn back then - there was an artist who drew him too bulky and he got fired from The Flash and put somewhere else because he didn't understand the assignment, and was drawing Barry like a macho man. Carmine Infantino wrote a guide on how to draw him and it explicitly says that he's supposed to be petite compared to other heroes. Truly a twink. He should be lean but still look powerful, and of course overall built like a professional runner. He is consistently blond with blue eyes, and I really like the haircut they gave him in the 2016 run, he looks really floofy. I guess sometimes they give him brown eyes but I pretend I do not see (nothing against brown eyes they just look wrong on him).

Wally is tall (probably the tallest speedster), and not as big as the biggest heroes, but he went to the gym and purposefully got jacked so he's muscular enough (this is canon btw). He's therefore considerably taller and bulkier than Barry. Did you know Wally was a brunette in the Silver Age? it's cute to think he had brown hair as a kid and they turned red as he grew up. He has almost always green eyes and I know he's covered in freckles on his shoulders and back too.

Eobard is also tall and very muscular going by canon. I think he's slightly shorter than Wally and with less defined muscles because he didn't train for them to look a certain way, so it's more like Barry's case where they developed by themselves, via both genetics and being a speedster. And no freckles. Considering that he was bioengineered to look good and be supersmart, him being as handsome as he is makes sense. All speedster surely have a certain grace to how they move but I'm pretty sure Eo's next level. When it comes to colors, we all need to accept that they will change from day to day according to how Eobard's feeling. The most common combination seems to be red hair and red or light blue eyes, but sometimes it will be red eyes with a black sclera, sometimes it will be white hair, sometimes it will be amber eyes. I saw him one time with white hair and green eyes. Hell, in the Flashpoint his eyes are a red so light they look pink. Imagine him how you prefer - you'll get used to it and at some point he will consistently LOOK like Eobard in your mind's eye, even if his color palette is skewed.

These are the three "main" speedsters but go ahead and ask about anyone else if you want!

[epicfaceness]

3 am fictional burp story

It was nearing the end of 7th period. Class was almost over and Kent could finally go home. He’s always been a shy boy, ever since he figured out he’s gay things have been confusing. Suddenly he’s attracted to this guy and that guy but never has the confidence to talk to them. Though he can get away from it all as soon as that bell rings to signal class is over. A few minutes before the bell however the intercom comes on, and it asks for Kent to the office. He’s worried sick to his stomach. 

“What could be so important 5 minutes before we could leave?” He thought to himself.

 As he nervously walked into the office he sees his physics teacher and principal sitting in-front of an empty chair. Clearly waiting for him he took a gulp and sat down. He was intimidated not by the presence of his principal but the large and prominent figure of his Physics teacher, Mr. Smith. He was a large man, arms like bull and legs that looked like they could crush watermelons. 

Not to mention his huge pecs, “He could probably snap me like a twig!” Kent thought horrified.

 Kent himself was just short of a twink, he tried to keep a sort of muscular build but mostly has a good waist. Still he looks tiny compared to Mr. Smith. Snapping back to reality, 

Kent finally asks “Why am I in here?”

 He accidentally lets a voice crack out. The principal responds with a stern and powerful tone 

“You’re just about failing Physics young man, you’re going to have to stay after school with Mr. Smith every day till you bring up your grade.”

 Kent was shocked by the news, his heart rate sped up a bit and he wondered why he was failing, to Kent, he always took good notes and paid attention.  However the decision was set by the principal and nothing could be done. Kent gave a light glance to Mr. Smith, who only had a light smirk on his face. He gets up from his chair, thanks the principal and signals to Kent to follow him. Kent obeys and follows him to the classroom, where Kent will be spending an hour almost every day after school. Though it isn’t all bad, while following Mr. Smith, Kent got to have a full view of Mr. Smith’s extraordinarily large rear. It almost made up for how scary he looked to a small guy like Kent. Once they arrived Mr. Smith simply sat down in his chair and put his feet up on his desk, telling Kent in a loud strong voice, 

“Sit down wherever you’d like.” 

Kent, feeling almost compelled to sit down, took the desk closest to Mr. Smith’s desk. They both sat there quietly until a loud grumble shattered the silence and almost scared the life out of Kent. 

“Was that y-you?” Kent asked, as to him that sound was monstrous. 

“Yep, must be about time for a snack…”

 Mr. Smith shifts his feet off the desk to Kent’s dismay. He reaches towards a small mini fridge underneath his desk, it’s stocked with various drinks, yet he pulls out something particular. Mr. Smith brings out a huge container of something and sets it on his desk, it makes an audible thud as he does.

 Kent getting a better look at the label asks “Milk?”.

 Mr. Smith responds confidently “Oh yeah, gotta keep these muscles fueled.”

 he ends his boast with a small flex, his monstrous arms nearly bursting out of his dress shirt. Kent watches as Mr. Smith sits up and starts to drink. He watches the first few gulps take almost a third of the milk, yet Mr. Smith seems to not even be phased by this. Kent watches in amazement as the milk continues to disappear, Mr. Smith’s large throat bobbing up and down rhythmically with each gulp, and the loud emanating sounds come with each motion. He finally finishes the milk, crushing the huge container with his fist and squinting for a moment, he pats his chest and puffs up his cheeks. Mr. Smith lets out a long and wet 

BUUUURRRRPPP

Letting out a big sigh after. His dress shirt was just about ready to give way for his now milk bloated gut, and he was grunting and licking his lips, all while patting his stomach. Kent was in utter shock and amazement, his blush very clearly showing on his face he didn’t even know what to say. 

After a bit of gawking he mutters “e-excuse you.”

 This makes Mr. Smith laugh and scoot his chair out from behind his desk, revealing to Kent his belly, ready to break free from the tight shirt. Mr. Smith pushes back his straight, brown, hair and asks 

“Why don’t ya c’mere, I got a special assignment for ya.” 

Kent agrees and walks over to the large intimidating man, he’s never been this close before. Almost out of instinct he reaches a hand out to Mr. Smith’s belly and rubs it a bit. He looks at the teacher for a response , yet he doesn’t seem phased. 

Kent musters the courage to ask “C-can I unbutton your shirt sir…” he asks with a clear blush on his face. 

Mr. Smith smirks and responds “Go right ahead, just don’t bite off more than you can handle.” 

He ends his sentence with a wink and Kent gets even more red. With the confirmation, Kent meticulously unbuttons each and every one of Mr. Smith’s shirt, each one freeing more and more. 

Mr. Smith sighs “Thank you, I needed that, now why don’t you get to work there boy.” 

He said in a sly tone. Kent did as he was told and started to rub the bloated gut, his chest and belly was a lot hairier than Kent expected but it only made him blush more. With every couple of rubs Mr. Smith would let out a vicious 

BBOUURRRPPP 

Eventually after a bit of rubbing, Mr. Smith decided he would do something different. 

“Stay right there.” He said to Kent, knowing he’d obey.

 Mr. Smith went back to the mini fridge and found a second container of milk. The second Kent saw it he knew what was about to happen and was eagerly awaiting it. Mr. Smith once again chugged down the large milk container within seconds, letting out a huge guttural 

BOUUUURRRRRPPPPP

His gut nearly doubled in size, almost to that of a soccer ball. Kent never thought someone could even have a gut this big… and he loved it. Mr. Smith was clearly ready to let loose as he was undoing his belt, even telling Kent 

“Lay down on the floor kid.” 

Kent eagerly obeyed and waited for Mr. Smith to make his move, he watched his huge hairy gut from below and not even his pants couldn’t hide his excitement. Mr. Smith walks over and squats down, he then starts to lay down, right on top of Kent. He’s a lot bigger than Kent and so his huge gut almost enveloped Kent’s entire torso, leaving Kent pinned, with their faces matching up perfectly in position. Mr. Smith smirks at Kent and says 

“You know Kent, I haven’t been able to do this in a few years, the principal said you’re with me till you pass this class. So looks like you’re gonna be stuck with me a while. And speaking of being stuck, how’s it feel under my big gut huh?”

 Mr. Smith was interrupted by a loud grumbling from his stomach, they both knew what was to come. “Hell yeah now the show’s starting” Mr. Smith said with joy. Kent listened with a sort of fear mixed with infatuation as he waited for the torture awaiting him. 

BUUUUUUUUURRRRRPPPP

Mr. Smith had gotten extremely close to Kent’s face and let out a rumbling 9 second burp. Bits of spit landed on Kent as the terrible gas filled his nose, he’d never smelled something so terrible. “Mmm… s-stop” the boy whimpered. “What was that? You want more?” Mr. Smith laughed as he rubbed his gut trying to stir up more gas. 

BOUUUURRRPPPPP 

BUURRRPP

BURRPP

He releases 3 consecutive burps onto Kent’s face, the boy is writhing from the smell but still likes what’s being done do him. He puts his hands on Mr. Smith’s rumbling gut and whimpers 

“More… please sir”

Mr. Smith decides he wants to tease Kent a bit and sits up, still pinning him under the weight of his huge legs but holding Kent’s arms away so he can’t feel his belly. 

“What’s that?”

BOUURRRPPPP

“You’re gonna have to tell me what you want now boy.”

BUUURRP

He lets out burps into the room and away from Kent, who furiously tries to get him to stop. He struggles and blushes hard, his pants are stained from how horny this whole ordeal has made him at this point and he can only ask for more. 

“P-please sir, I want more of your burps…”

Mr. Smith immediately shoots back down to his original position, crushing Kent under his belly once more, sucking in a bit of air and pinning his hands to the floor.

BOUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRPPP 

Mr. Smith sighed, the burp was long and powerful and left Kent a heaving mess. It’s like each burp was just making him hornier, and the same could be said for Mr. Smith. This escapade of burps and horny pleas continue until they’re both out of breath. By now Mr. Smith has digested most of the milk and his usual semi bloated abs came back. As for Kent he was a sweaty mess, heaving and wishing it would’ve been longer. 

“Could we do this again sir?” Kent asked with a light blush

“Sure kid, but you’re paying for all the milk alright? Oh and one more thing before ya leave.” 

Mr. Smith gets back onto Kent quickly, this time with his ass directly on top of Kent’s face. He grunts and lets out a loud and wet fart

FRRRRRBPPTTPPPPP

He sighs and says to Kent, still dazed from the bombardment of one of the worst things he’d ever smelled. Once Kent regained his composure he could only think about the smell and how much he wanted more of Mr. Smith.

“Don’t let me drink milk kid, gets me way to gassy, or do, and enjoy the consequences.” 

The man buttons his shirt back and heads out of the room, leaving Kent to await their next meeting. 

[lucky-3833]

Easiest way to obliterate Whitley and Oscars masculinity? Horse Faunus men. Horse cock would turn those two into the dumbest fuck bois in seconds. Farm boy and rich boy to femboi in moments.

Hell yeah!

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Once they'd arrived in Vacuo, Oscar and Whitley had plenty of downtime to spend together. Times when Ozpin would retreat completely, letting Oscar live his own life without the ghost of an immortal hiding in his mind. The two of them would wander, chatting about nothing in particular-

And then, one day, a trio of burly faunus men whistled rudely at them as they walked by.

Whitley, even if he'd grown less stuck up since his reality check during the fall of Atlas, was still quite the haughty boy. He stormed right over, pointed his finger at them, and opened his mouth to start chewing them out-

And the horse faunus in front interrupted him by just shoving two fingers between his lips. "Shut your cock-hole and lube these up for me." The beefy man grunted. "You'll need it for what's coming next."

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"Oh god oh fuck please it hurts oh-!"

Whitley's gasps were reduced to a wordless shriek as a massive hand slapped his ass hard enough to shove his whole body forward and slam his face into the dirt.

"Hear that, boys?" The faunus laughed. "Apparently it hurts!" He grabbed Whitley's hips and slammed his horsecock into the boi's ass down to the hilt, then reached beneath him to flick the white-haired twink's slender cock with one massive finger. The finger was bigger than Whitley's dick all by itself, and his rock hard little pecker ended up squirted all over the ground from the abuse. The faunus just laughed louder. "Coulda fooled me, bitch boy!"

Oscar wasn't paying attention. He had his own problems to deal with, after all.

The other two had decided to see if they could both fit down his throat, painting his tongue with precum in between attempts to make him stretch and fit two massive horsecocks at once. He'd already cum into his shorts, pitching a shameful tent into the wet spot as the scent of thick faunus dick filled his nose. One of his assailants just grunted, lining up another thrust. "Fuck it. I just say we go full force. Either we'll fit or he breaks."

"Works for me." The other one shrugged.

As it turned out, both were true. Two fat faunus dicks buried themselves into Oscar's stomach, and his mind shattered into a million tiny pieces. When they started using his neck like an onahole, all he could do was whimper and squirt more of his thin seed into his clothes, reaching up with trembling hands to clutch their fat nuts.

A single one of their balls was heavier than his entire package. Just more evidence that this was the natural, proper way for things to be.

Whitley only held out slightly longer than Oscar, in the end. That thick horsecock slamming up into his guts, delivering hammerblows to his prostate, broke him just as thoroughly.

"Daddy, daddy, fuck me, daddy~!" He shrieked, wasting his Schnee seed in the dirt as his belly bloated with faunus cum.

"That's right, that's what I was fuckin' looking for." The faunus man grunted. "You want me to keep fucking you, right?"

"Yes daddy! Don't stop!" Whitley squealed.

"So you'll gimme all that Schnee money you're still holding onto, right?" The faunus grunted.

"I-I c-can't..." Whitley whined. "M-my mom is in charge of the-"

He was cut off by another vicious slap to his ass, the bright red handprint glowing right beside the first. "YES!" He shrieked. "I'll steal the account, just don't stop!"

"That's what I like to hear." Without any need to hear Whitley talking anymore, he just shoved the bitch-boy's face into the dirt again, right into the puddle of cum the boi had squirted out.

The two should have known better than to go out without anyone big and strong to protect them...but right now? They were happy their old lives were over. Their new lives would be so much better. No more lying to themselves about dignity and grand purposes. They were just cute little holes to fuck and humiliate from now on...

[i-will-change-this-someday]

Is Jon tall or short?

I think he’s short. (I’ll explain why under the cut)

This is to Jon; I think it’d be kinda weird to describe oneself like that if you’re shorter than the person you’re talking to. (I know this might just be about weight, but to me it seems more like it’s all dimensions, including height)

Granted this is from a weird eldritch being, that, I think, can be rather large. So perhaps not concrete evidence.

Again, this a threat, so might just be hyperbole.

Another threat(?), might just be belittling. Edit: Nikola also calls him “little Archivist” in episode 97.

Once again, another threat, so might still be an exaggeration.

You guessed it, another threat, but I feel it at least safe to say Jon’s smaller than the cop.

While it’s not, perhaps, the best evidence; I at least think it’s enough to say Jon’s not particularly tall, perhaps average height at best?

There’s also the fact Jon could barely carry a pipe around, (a pipe Elias could, apparently, bludgeon a man’s head in with). Jon also looks pathetic enough that Basira can’t even fathom him being able to murder someone.

(To be clear, I’m not saying Jon isn’t tall, just giving my reasons for why I think he’s short. Headcanon him whatever height you’d like)

His only concrete description is that he looks like he hasn’t slept in a week.

Just for kicks, here’s my personal headcanons on the archives staff’s (and Elias[and Georgie]) height and/or build.

Jon: Tiny. To me, he is the smallest wet cat of a man, 5’4” (162.5 cm) at most. No meat on his bones, just a little guy.

Martin: Like he says, not the smallest guy, I imagine he’s a heavy guy, very huggable. I know there’s the common headcanon that he’s exactly 6’(183 cm), but to me, he’s got 6’2” (189 cm) energy. (Am I the only one that took “not the smallest” to mean absolutely jacked at first, just a total beefcake)

Tim: Average. Average height, average build. Probably 5’9” (175 cm) decently muscular, (from those kayaking trips)

Sasha: canonically tall. Sasha’s tall, I’d say 6’1 (185 cm) I kinda imagine her to be curvy(?, I don’t know if that’s the right way to put it) you know those people who have, like some good arm fat? (I’m sorry, that’s probably the worst way to describe it, but I don’t know how else to explain it) Really soft, kind looking type of person.

Elias: Elias is an odd one, ‘cause depending on the day I might think he’s kinda big, like 5’11” (180 cm) and somewhat muscular (less so than Tim), ‘cause he did bash a man’s head in. But on other days, I might go with the common twink version of Elias, I’m thinking 5’6” (167 cm), so still taller than Jon, but shorter than most guys. (He was also described as a “weird little freak” by Daisy, but that was, once again, a threat, so might just be intimidation)

Melanie: Canonically skinny. Honestly, a lot like Jon, I imagine her to not have much meat on her bones,(although, probably more muscle on her than Jon) she’s all sharp angles. While I do like the idea she’s the exact same height as Jon, I think she’s either one inch taller or shorter, either way she’s intolerable about it.

Georgie: I don’t really have any specific height for Georgie, but I’d probably say somewhere around 5’5” - 5’7” (165 - 170 cm). Like Martin, she gives off very huggable vibes, kinda like that one person you know that’s really nice and soft looking, but can also just verbally destroy someone.

Basira: Average height, on the heavier(?, not sure that’s the right word for it) side. It’s implied that she and Martin are not as skinny as Melanie, so I think Basira’s pretty muscular, but it’s like in a weight lifter kind of way. I feel like she’s probably 5’8” (173 cm).

Daisy: strong. If anyone is absolutely ripped in The Magnus Archives, (other than Jared Hopworth) it’s Daisy. However, I don’t think she’s that tall, probably same height as Tim at 5’9” (175 cm).

[tls12lessthan3]

OK SO. and i would like to preface this by saying i don't necessarily like taking shits on other people or their interpretations of characters because we all engage with media differently blah blah blah but i am going to be doing it here so if you don't wanna read me bitching and whining and being mean just scroll past.

anyway theres this really prevalent. what i call the bl-ification of joongdok. in joongdok spaces. by which i mean kim dokja gets hit with the uke ray and becomes this weak stupid character whos yoo joonghyuk has to care for and tug around. like theres a very highly kudosed fic joongdok fic on ao3 where kim dokja tries to cook an egg by just. putting it on a frying pan. not even cracking it just plopping it down fully intact. cause he's that stupid and helpless. and he does this so big strong joonghyuk can teach him how to cook it properly obviously but its like. who the fuck is that. and inevitably this kim dokja is always tiny and frail and needs yoo joonghyuk to take care of him and fuck him till he can't walk. and its like. who is that character. its not fucking kim dokja!!! mastermind kim dokja??? got kicked out of his house at 17 and forced into brutal self sufficiency kim dokja??? one of the most powerful characters in the book kim dokja?????

like their actual dynamic gets bulldozed over to create that of a typical seme/uke and both of their characters get completely overwritten to fit those archetypes and i hate it soooooooo bad. if im LUCKY kim dokja is still snarky but its never in a way that actually represents the tension between them its always like. brat x brat tamer dynamic even if its not necessarily sexual and im like aaaaaahhhh aaaaaugggghhh. go read an actual bl im being so serious because the dynamic you are searching for is not here. and i don't understand why people even read orv if they don't like the actual kim dokja and they don't!!! because thats not him!!! thats some other character you've slapped his name onto! like look at the joongdok tag on ao3 (esp. if you sort by kudos) and you will find the kim dokja i am talking about!! i know everyone engages with media differently but how can you read orv and learn about kim dokjas character and rather than any interest in his themes or motives or relationships with other characters or struggles with disassociation or anything you come away with like. a desire to turn him into a useless twink. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

sighs loudly. anyway. joongdokers. look i love the ship and i love (some) of you guys but next time you're writing smth about kim dokja try reminding yourself he's a grown man with dick and balls. not that useless twink who needs joonghyuk to hold his hand through everything. and thats my rant come to end thank you for your enquiry coolguyoninternet and thank you all for listening

[bigwishes]

Hey man I got a wish, but not for me. My best friend is pretty small and nerdy and gets picked on by the powerlifters for it. They always say he's so small and boyish it makes me mad! I wish that he'd be able to take their strength and manliness and become the massive hairy athlete they wished they could be! But could you make him not realize it until those jocks are all drained? I want them to realize though to show them actions have consequences.

Sure we could go and do that for your friend. As far as I can tell there are 3 major bullies were dealing with here, there are a couple more but 3 main guys we can use to set an example. So why don't we get started with seeing your mate at the gym. I see your mate is a real twunk, not skinny enough to be a twink, not enough much to be a hunk, well that's all about to change. He hasn't even started lifting yet and already Trev is walking over to say hello, well you know what I mean by hello.

"Oi what up itty biddy?" Trev laughed placing his big meaty paw of a hand on your mate's shoulder

Instantly something was wrong as Trev tried to pull his hand away but couldn't.

"Alright Trev, fuck off let go" "I, I'm tryin tiny, I can't" The muscles in Trev's whole arm began to pulse and shake as veins enraged and enlarged looking like thick ropes. The movement of the muscles looked like a pumping motion headed towards his hand. Trev's body began to shrink and with each passing second he was looking less like a "big Trev" and more like some middle ages accountant. At the same time your buddy's body began to enlarge as the muscles all over his body began to inflate, but not all of the muscle from Trev flooded into your friend, some seemed to be lost in the transfer. Trev was finally able to let go, he was left standing there holding onto his clothes so they don't fall down on his tiny hairy body.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME" Trev screamed "I dunno Trev could you piss off so I can work out please"

Trev scrambled away like a rat and left your friend to his weights.

There we go, your buddy is looking much larger now, massive and strong. To the average bloke this would be a fantastic body but we aren't done just yet.

Next up we got Teddy, a guy just as big as Trev is...or rather was anyway, can't wait to see what happens to your buddy next.

"Surely that can't be you itty biddy? Its only been a week since I last saw you" "Stop calling me that shit teddy, Im tryin to work on myself, get bigger" "Well it looks like you already got bigger mate, what you on?" "Fuck off Teddy. I'm gonna get big the natural way"

Well, your friend is gonna get big in a (super)natural way. Teddy walked off to lift his own weights but he could still be seen in the corner of the gym, just in eye sight of your mate. Teddy struggled to lift his warm up weights, he was sweating bullets after just 2 reps and with every rep his body got smaller and smaller whilst you mate got bigger and bigger.

Your friend is looking ultra swole now, You can see his body begin to get tight and struggle to move with the moment he used to have, but your buddy has no idea what is going on. Lastly we have Greg, over by racks about to do the best deadlift of his life. His enormous muscled frame bent down, grabbed the bar and threw it above his head as light as a feather. As the bar passed over his body in swiped away all the strong muscle leaving skin and bones, like some magical form of a real life magnetic sketch pad eraser had been used on Gregs muscles leaving a blank slate. By the time the bar reached the top he had transformed into an inflatable strongman's toy a kid would buy at the fair.

Your friend finally saw what had happened to him in the mirror of the gyms, he smiled feeling his biceps, his pecs, he was slightly bigger than his perfect size but no one would make fun of him in the gym again, and then along came Greg's muscles.

Your buddy felt his body become tight, his skin groaned as it and the muscles beneath it expanded. He ripped off his shirt or rather obliterated it to free himself from the constricting pressure. He watched as his new defined six pack started to bubble and swell outwards into a huge roided gut. His shoulders traps and pecs began to swell up around his neck and his lost more mobility of his body with each passing second.

His enormous body continued to swell each second forcing him to get bigger and bigger. Sweat began to run down from his pits and down his sides, sweat from his neck and chest ran down his pecs and around his massive roided bloat. He groaned feeling his roid gut become tighter as more and more muscle was packed on. The three bullies began to lose all their body hair as it sprouted over your mates body. his pits were full of hair and musk and a grand stink stuck to him like glue. A puddle of sweat had formed under his ridiculous frame.

"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO ME" you mate yelled before he had a chance to assess his body that consisted of the muscle of 3 seasoned powerlifters along with all the muscle the 3 of them still would have earned in a few years, people began to notice him, some even began to giggle and laugh at how his muscled ass had began to split his gym shorts.

Your friend began to move as fast as he could, waddling out of the gym leaving a river of sweat behind him.

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Well there you have it mate, no one is gonna laugh at him for being small ever again, but he's probably got a few new worries other than being embarrassed at the gym. You are such a great friend wishing to give your friend a perfectly massive body like this, maybe I should reward you and make you twice as big for being so generous... Who would complain having their muscles blown up like that, I know I wouldn't.

[sinfulcries]

🍵 Call me the tea anon.

I’ve never done something like this as I’m kinda new to Tumblr so sorry if this is a bother.

But can I have a strong tiger villain reader who kidnaps hawks. He would treat hawks like a pet or force him into being their submissive mate by putting a callor on him, scratching his arms or legs as a way of marking him, and biting his neck.

But when the reader gets in the mood they decide to force him to have sex with him against his will. The reader would cum in him many times for hours until he breaks.

I’m sorry if this is too graphic and too much and I hope you aren’t uncomfortable with this.

predators and prey - hawks x male reader

author’s note. my tip sticky. anyways i wanna breed keigo so bad, you just know this twink has the tightest ass LITERALLY he would take my cock in so good.

tw. DARK CONTENT, noncon, animal hybrids, kink, size difference, dacryphilia, spit, belly bulging, manhandling, no prep, forced sex and penetration

Tiger hybrids were such fascinating species indeed. Though they were much rarer and tons more intimidating than their feline counterpart, they certainly had their own intense and alluring charm. Others practically praised the ground you walked on— You were so exotic that people would instantly turn their heads to admire just how handsome and confident you looked, striding around the city with such a cool aura.

If tigers were considered to be at the top of the food chain, birds just like Keigo ranked somewhere at the bottom.

Although he was quite pretty with his golden eyes and high cheekbones— good looks outweighed in his strength making him weaker than most animal-human hybrids. He was nothing but a pretty bird with a pretty body. And other tiger hybrids would be stupid if they didn’t pounce on him, the moment he showed just the slightest bit of vulnerability.

You were never afraid to use your brazen strength to your advantage. It was part of your nature, being so aggressive and rough with everyone you interacted with. However, The sight of Keigo made the animalistic urge in your gut claw at you from the inside.

Especially now that he was underneath you, clawing at your bicep all while begging for you to let him go— The tears in those cute big eyes only ensured that you kept your grip on him nice and secure being extra careful so that he wouldn’t be able to escape. Not that he wouldn’t be able to with how weak he was compared to you.

“Stop struggling, You wouldn’t want me... harming those beautiful wings of yours would you?” You teased letting your fingernails scratch at the sensitive bone, a muffled sob only leaving Keigo’s lips in response.

The man could feel his heart racing every time he felt your sharp claws on his skin and your warm breath against his nape. It was obvious that you wanted to devour him— have him ruined by the time you were done having fun with his tiny body however as you hastily ripped each piece of his clothing off, the fear coursing through his veins made his cock twitch with masochistic anticipation.

Keigo was absolutely gorgeous— There was no doubt in that, if he wasn’t, you wouldn’t have chose him to be your mate but seeing him trembling beneath you, pale skin flushed pink and cock twitching pathetically against his stomach, you could feel your cock chubbing in arousal, a dark smirk worming it’s way slowly onto your lips.

“Now that’s a fucking sight...” You groaned breathlessly, taking his leaking cock in your hand before jerking him off at a steady pace, relishing in the way his body jerked upwards into your touch. Keigo could slowly feel his mind melting with the numbing pleasure that you were providing him; and the stimulation on his sensitive cock only made matters worse for him as he started craving for even more.

“Mmf—!” The blonde moaned girlishly, shutting his eyes as he felt himself shooting ropes of cum on his stomach, your calloused fingers now inching downwards from his cock to his ass. This was so fucking embarrassing! Keigo felt so filthy, and you loved every second of it— your eyes shining brightly in twisted fascination.

“Hm you seem loose enough, I’m feeling a bit impatient today..” You murmured, fisting your length before pressing the head against his tight hole, teasing the man by spitting on his face, a sick smile plastered on your face as you watched the fat gob roll down his eye and down to his cheek.

Wordlessly pushing your fat cock inside of him, Keigo let out an inhuman scream, the cloth in his mouth now deemed useless with how loud his voice was raised. Giving the smaller male an amused chuckle, you took your time in marveling at the way your cock would disappear inch after inch inside of his ass. And though Keigo was sobbing in pain, wings flapping uselessly behind his back, You only gave him a second to adjust to your size before fucking him nice and hard on your mattress.

Keigo was positive that he was going to break! You were so rough with him! Manhandling and fucking him as if he was a mere rag doll. Each and every deep thrust made his body jolt with pleasure, the air in his lungs getting knocked out of him every time you slammed into him balls deep without a single regard to his well being.

Keeping a tight grip on his waist, You let out a deep groan as you watched the man crumble beneath you. You were certain that he’d look even prettier passed out limp on your cock. “God— I can see my cock moving in your tummy. You’re so fucking tiny, so easy for me to destroy.” You laughed, pace unwavering as you snapped your hips vigorously against his— Your thrusts slowly turning sloppy as you felt your high approaching.

The blonde could vividly feel your cock rearranging his guts— he was going to become a mother! The thought of birthing your children only made his ass clench tighter around you, milking your cock of all it’s worth as you came deep inside of him, filling his womb with your hot cum.

Keigo looked pathetic now that he was leaking with your cum, however you were far from finished! And stuffing the pretty boy with more of your cum was the only thing that occupied your head. Giving the man’s cheek a firm slap, You smirked, “Don’t look so relieved yet, Keigo. We still have to fill that belly up with more cum.”