#both link both twink

[wildsage00]

based on this one ⬇️

[cryptiddeer]

Bat at hornets nest here but I can't wait for the "genshin is a rip-off of botw" gang to find out that genshin has underwater exploration (something they've been complaining about the lack of FOREVER) while totk doesn't

[skadream]

we gotta start accepting the reality of nonbinary cis people

[commanderfloppy]

Ok I have been meaning to make a post like this but my brain is filled with constant worms about Link and Rococcus and how they’re like foils to each other.

Roco being born with a Wyld Hunt and quickly getting sent off to a destiny before he was prepared, vs. Link being born with no dream and not being allowed to set off on his own despite his great desire to do so. 

Link is outwardly very friendly and outgoing but internally calculating and mistrusting as a way to protect himself, whereas Rococcus seems very reserved and wary on the outside but is in fact very trusting and will often take what people say at face value. 

Rococcus will internalize struggles and will deal with them by simply ‘toughing it out’, but Link will often try to escape from struggles and run away from them. 

Roco having strong physical endurance and protection skills but struggling with more potent forms of magic like healing, vs. Link being sickly and weak but absolutely overflowing with magic. 

Roccucus got sent out into the world and has seen a lot of things but was never able to appreciate them because of the roles he was forced into, vs. Link wanting desperately to go out and experience things but he can’t because he is missing a role. 

ADKIFEJ IDK I COULD GO ON ABOUT THEM FOREVER

[artwah]

the boys!

does anyone else view conner, link, leon and cloud as sort of the same ? especially cloud and link... idk they just like fulfil the role as little guy in the same way

pose reference:

[jessejaredstories]

Walk on the Wild Side

Sergio was a walking gay man’s fantasy. He was tall and muscular as fuck. Beefy could barely even begin to describe him as everything from his biceps, chest, thighs, back, and even ass were massive! He made his living off of flexing his hot body as well as fucking other beefy dudes on camera. Sergio was truly living the life many could only dream of having.

But although Sergio was living the good life, he couldn't deny that something was missing. More specifically, something about his sex life. Sergio loved his very active sex life and was more often than not satisfied after every hookup he had. Yet at the same time, Sergio found himself wanting more. He wanted something new, and he knew exactly who to contact. Kris the Kink Witch.

Sergio reached out to Kris through Twitter DMs. Kris, like Sergio, also made his living off of recording and selling the videos of his gay escapades. He was known to be one incredibly kinky motherfucker online, and he took great pride in it too- as evidenced by his self proclaimed title the Kink Witch. But unlike Sergio, Kris took a much more professional approach to his line of work. For Kris, it wasn't about pleasure, it was about money. He meant business, and he never shied away from demonstrating that fact.

Fortunately, Sergio was also pretty well-known in the online gay community. Kris recognized Sergio and responded back to him within a couple of minutes. Their conversation went as follows...

S: Hey, you're the Kink Witch right? I've got a request in mind.

K: Yo. Yeah that's me. You want to film a collab together?

S: Not at all. I was actually thinking you and I can link up and have some fun. No cameras. 

K: Sorry, I don't do charity work. 

S: Trust me, I don't either. I just need to have some real fun and I know someone like you can help me out with that goal. I'll pay you a good amount too if you're interested.

K: Go on, I'm listening...

Sergio and Kris went on to negotiate the deal. In exchange for a kinky night of fun, Sergio would pay Kris $2500 in cold, hard cash. However, in order to earn that money, Kris needed to get Sergio to cum and to feel real pleasure while doing it too. But before they could seal the deal, Sergio gave Kris a heads-up by saying that he had already done almost everything anyone can think of. If it wasn't something new and exciting like he wanted, then Sergio had no problem calling the deal off. Yet despite his stark warning, Kris accepted the deal without any hesitation. It slightly unnerved Sergio how confident Kris was. He was pretty sure they both had more or less the same amount of experience when it came to sex. Could Kris really know something Sergio didn't?

Regardless of the initial unease Sergio felt, it was too late to back down now. Kris was already on his way to his apartment. Sergio passed the time by doing the usual prep work of cleaning himself out, just as Kris told him to. Yet despite his best efforts to distract himself, Sergio couldn't help but wonder what Kris had in store for him.

Does this twink really think he's gonna satisfy me just by fucking me? Ha! I've already taken on plenty of men, there's nothing new he can do there! 

Sergio chuckled at his own thoughts. His curiosity was making his mind run wild. Luckily it didn't take much longer for Kris to arrive. He showed up at the entrance of the building and Sergio buzzed him in. Sergio then welcomed the young man into his home, and although he was excited to hook up, he couldn't help but wonder if he was in over his head by hiring some 20 something year old dude with messy hair and a dirty hoodie. 

"Alright, you ready?" Kris said as he began to strip down to nothing but his underwear. 

"Yeah, do you wanna go-" 

"Wrong answer," Kris interrupted Sergio. "I'll excuse the first mistake but you'll only address me as Sir, Daddy, or Papi from here on out. Got it?" 

Sergio was thrown off by how to-the-point Kris was but decided to just ignore it. 

"Yes, Sir." 

"Good boy, now whip out your cock. Get hard too,"

Sergio did as he was told. Kris did the same. Sergio was impressed with Kris' member. It was long and hairy with some decent girth too. Although his was definitely longer, Sergio's cock was the thicker one. They were both hung, Sergio like a bull and Kris like a horse. Once they were both erect, Kris reached down to his pants. He pulled out two rings out of the back pocket, one gold and one silver. He put the gold ring on, then handed the silver cock ring to Sergio.

"Put this on, then on the count of 3, twist it to the right."

Sergio held the cock ring in his hand. The silver hue of the ring almost seemed to glimmer under the light. He hesitated putting it on. It definitely wasn't the first time he wore a cock ring, but Sergio got an inexplicable feeling telling him that he shouldn't put it on. Kris noticed his hesitation right away.

"C'mon, don't be shy, put it on!" Kris said firmly. Sergio looked up and met his gaze but didn't say anything. A moment of silence passed, then Kris sighed.

"Look man, you paid me to do a job and I plan to deliver. You trust me, right?" 

Kris seemed slightly more empathetic now. It was just enough to make Sergio trust him. Sergio nodded, then proceeded to put on the ring. He placed it on the tip of his dick and slid it down to the base of his rock hard member. 

"Alright, ready? 1... 2... 3!!!"

Sergio and Kris then twisted their cock rings to the right at the same time. The moment they did, a wave of orgasmic sensations hit their bodies, causing them to throw their heads back with pleasure. 

"UURRGGGHHHHH!!!" They both moaned obscenely loudly. 

Sergio's vision blurred as he felt the wave of pleasure overtake him. His body trembled as the ring grew tighter around his cock, making it engorged. Then suddenly, Sergio became extremely lightheaded. He could feel his very soul leaving his body. As his soul stepped out of its vessel, Sergio lost all physical feeling as he became nothing but a mass of light. He looked ahead and saw the same had happened to Kris. Both of their souls had just stepped out of their bodies!

Sergio was mind blown by what he was seeing. But before he could even react, his soul began moving on its own. His soul was floating towards Kris' body. At the same time, Kris was floating towards his body. During the brief moment they passed each other, Sergio could've sworn he saw Kris smirking. His soul continued its march towards Kris' body, and as soon as it made contact, it began sinking into the soulless body. Sergio's soul aligned with its new vessel within seconds. Every single cell of Kris' was invaded by Sergio's soul, and he could feel ecstasy wash over him as his soon-to-be new body surrended itself to his control. Once it was done, Sergio immediately felt the difference as he longer possessed his jacked, beefy body but instead a hairy twink like Kris. 

"Arghh fuckk.. what the fuck..." Sergio said with his new voice. All of the extraordinary sensations he just experienced made him fall to the ground. While he was busy trying to recover, he could see his body moving out of the corner of his eyes. 

"Bro look at these fucking pecs! These are some massive slabs of meat on your chest!!" 

Sergio watched as Kris bounced and groped his pecs with shameless joy. Slowly but surely, while Kris was enjoying himself, Sergio came back to his senses. He sat up, then kneeled down onto his knees. Well, Sergio was mostly back to his senses anyway. The sight of seeing a burly man play his own chest was filling him with lust. The only thing on Sergio's mind was how to best worship and please his master. 

Kris noticed Sergio was basically drooling and smirked.

"What's the matter, you want something?" Kris stripped down naked, then bounced his pecs again. Sergio nodded his head vigorously. "Then ask for it, tell Daddy what you want."

"I want milk Daddy..." Sergio said with bated breath and dilated pupils. "Please, Sir, let me worship your beautiful pecs!" 

"Good boy," Kris put his thumb on Sergio's chin and flicked it down, leaving his mouth hanging open with his tongue out. "Now show your Daddy what you can do with that mouth."

As soon as he heard he got permission, Sergio couldn't contain himself anymore and pounced onto Kris. He immediately planted his mouth on one of Kris' nipples and began suckling away while Kris enjoyed getting serviced. He was smirking all the while. His plan had gone off perfectly; the cock rings switched their bodies! That was the kink Kris had planned for Sergio, and he knew it would be the fun night he could've never predicted. After all, nobody knew how literal his title of Kink Witch was. But while Sergio was aware that they switched bodies, there was one little detail Kris kept to himself. Both rings would allow a body swap, but only the gold one would let the user retain their original personality. Because Sergio used the silver cock ring, his soul was forced to absorb Kris' hidden total sub personality when it took over his body. It might still be Sergio in mind and spirit, but it was now Kris in personality. With Kris possessing Sergio's muscular body with his mind still intact, the conditions were now set for him to complete the request Sergio made. 

"FUCK yeah, just like that!" Kris moaned. He could feel as Sergio alternated between licking, sucking, and flicking his nipple with his tongue. His warm mouth felt amazing against his sensitive nipples. Kris pressed Sergio's face down into his chest. Sergio let out a muffled groan of pleasure as he motorboated Kris. They were both having the time of their lives, filling the room with their sensual moans. 

Kris let Sergio worship his chest for a while longer before moving onto the next phases. Within the span of the next half hour, they made out passionately and intensely. Kris stuck his tongue inside Sergio's mouth as they grinded their bodies together, sharing their body heat together. Kris then began moving his mouth down Sergio's body, covering his neck and torso with hickies as he bit and sucked on his body. All while Kris had his middle finger firmly set inside Sergio's ass, massaging his hole and making him squirm while he claimed him as his sub. 

Then, before the final act, Kris tore Sergio off his body. He had a hand wrapped around his throat, lightly choking the panting young man. Sergio's eyes were lit with an intense lust, begging and desperate for more. Kris smiled internally. He had him right where he wanted him.

"Fuck, Boy!! You really know how to please your Master, I wanna give you a reward... Are you ready? Are you ready for Daddy's present for his favorite sub?" 

Sergio whispered "yes Sir, please Sir." Kris then pulled out a couple more things he brought and gave them to Sergio, who put them on enthusiastically. 

Sergio laid there with his ass perked up. Kris came up from behind and laid his big, strong hands on Sergio's perky cheeks. He massaged him first, letting Sergio's bubble butt jiggle in his hands for a bit. He then spread his cheeks apart and leaned down to stick his tongue deep inside his ass.

"Nghh..." Sergio groaned. He could feel Kris' tongue swirl and flick around inside of him and it. Felt. AMAZING. 

Kris ate Sergio out for a while, making sure his ass was nice, wet, and ready for his girthy cock. Once he had enough of using his tongue, Kris got back up and positioned himself just above Sergio. He let his dick rest in between his cheeks and moved it up and down, making Sergio squirm in anticipation. Then, with a wide grin on his face, Kris stuck his dick inside of Sergio. He let out a silent "fuck..." as he watched his cock head penetrate his bound up sub. He thrusted slowly, letting inch by inch of his fat member disappear into Sergio's hole. Kris was proud of his tight and warm hole, and now he finally got a chance to fuck himself in a very literal way. He waited a bit to let Sergio's wall expand to accommodate his dick, then began pounding away at him. 

Loud obscene moans, guttural groans, and boorish grunts filled the room as the two men fucked. Kris found the perfect rhythm to move his hips, fucking Sergio like he was a jackhammer. Sergio closed his eyes as he took the dicking down like a champ. Somewhere in the back of his head was the vague memory that he and Kris had switched bodies. The thought of getting fucked by his own body made his pleasure increase tenfold. It was his own cock stretching out his hole and rearranging his insides. It was a strange thought, but Sergio didn't care. All he could think about was how he was Daddy's personal fleshlight and how much he was loving servicing a big, strong man like Daddy. 

They fucked for a while longer until Kris couldn't hold his load in any longer. He pulled out, flipped Sergio over, tore off the jockstrap, then stuck his cock back on.

"C'MON! CUM FOR ME! COVER ME WITH YOUR- FUCKKKKK!!!!"

Kris finished mid sentence. He rammed his throbbing dick deep inside Sergio and let out all of his loads inside of him. Hearing Kris' satisfied groaning as he cummed along with the sensation of getting filled with his seed made Sergio shootout ropes of warm jizz all over. Within seconds, they had both become incredibly sweaty, potently musky, and drenched in Sergio's spunk. Sergio got his walk on the wild side and Kris completed his job.

Once they cooled down and cleaned up, Sergio collapsed onto his bed. Aside from the mind blowing sex, he was also exhausted by swapping bodies. He was a first time swapper after all, it was only natural. 

But just before he could drift away into a deep sleep, he noticed Kris was still moving around with his body.

"Hey... what are you doing?"

"Daddy's gonna go have a night out with his bros. Don't worry about it, just go to sleep."

Kris hopped into bed with Sergio. He kissed him on the forehead, snuggled with him, and watched as he fell asleep in his embrace. Sergio was way too tired to question it, and Kris was glad. Kris then hopped out of bed and let Sergio rest inside his body while he went out to complete his next assignment: find a hairy, muscle bear with a big ass. Now it was his turn to bottom, and although Sergio woke up the next morning not knowing where Master was with his body, he had no problem patiently and eagerly waiting until Daddy returned home.

[clockwaysadmin]

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(The title is, obviously, a joke. I am writing this. Just not letting it stress me! It will get a real title when it goes up on Ao3.)

Ship: Dead on Main, Danny Fenton/Jason Todd CW: (updating as the series continues) Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Minor Injuries

Someone moved into the apartment below Jason's- an apartment that wasn't for rent. Turns out that Danny is is an absolute disaster with the self-preservation skills of a wet paper bag. He's also adorable. Jason takes it on himself to look out for Danny- both as himself and as Red Hood. What Jason could never have expected was for Danny to have plans of his own- plans that involve dating both of Jason's personas. The Goons™️think this is amazing. Good on the Boss and the Boss's boy toy for getting a twink!

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I'm (not) writing this hella out of order, as scenes and polls want to be written (the bastards)

Jason discovers Danny

Accidental Sugar Daddying Start

Shopping Montage

Something something something

A fool tries to mug Danny

Self Defense Lessons (Danny realized Jason is Red Hood)

Jason meets feral!Danny

Jason and Danny post RH meeting

The Midterm Zombie

Thirst Trap Lessons

Danny propositions Hood

Jason is Confused™️

Dick meets Danny (snippet)

Goons confront Hood

Hood tells Danny to ask Jason and then panics

Jason says yes

idk some cute relationship shit

Paulina Visits Gotham

Put a Leash on it (it being Danny)

Block Party

Jason whines to Dick

Tim meets Danny

More Bats meet Danny

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[grandlinedreams]

childhood friends trope with Law please and thank you <3333 This particular trope always has me in shambles THE INTIMACY?? OR KNOWING EVERY VERSION OF THAT PERSON?? THE INSIDE JOKES? UGHHH And lets not forget the tenderness that comes with knowing that person for years and then some. Good shit. I just want this lonely brooding twink to have something constant in his from from his childhood to adulthood. The softness makes me wanna hurl i love it

YESSSSS i am also such a sucker for childhood friends trope bls I hope I can do this justice for you!!

[Heads up!: fluff, a touch of angst, dressrosa arc spoilers]

He's lucky to not be dead.

You kneel on Law's other side, limp hand in both of yours. You've never seen him so still and quite frankly, you're terrified.

You know you should talk to him, try to keep him tethered here in the land of the living ㅡ but your mind is horribly blank given the chaos still unfolding around you.

Were you more sentimental, you'd beg. A thousand pinky promises and accompanying eyerolls, the smirk you so often threaten to punch him for when he's being insufferable ㅡ you'd take it over this.

"You must care for him quite a bit," Viola says, and you know she's trying to find something to say, to reassure you that Law is going to be just fine. "Are you..."

She trails off, tact where there often is none when it comes to you and Law. Because there's only so in sync you can be with someone else, share looks and understand what the other wants, seemingly operate as two halves of a whole before you get that question.

"No," you say, "we're just friends."

ㅡ

You're a lot more than just friends. That implies that there's been much of a time where you didn't know each other, and there really hasn't. Or that the two of you met through traditional means.

That isn't quite true either. You meet when the world is on fire for the both of you, in ways so similar and yet not.

Grief is such a funny thing when you find comfort in someone who's lost just as much as you. It's easier to tread those dark waves when someone else is threatening to sink with you ㅡ find solid ground in linked pinkies and eyerolls that follow, wide grins made hole-punched by missing baby teeth.

Of course there's also Shachi, Penguin and Bepo ㅡ they aren't far behind you in knowing Law, but it still stands that you've been a constant for longer.

"Of course I'm gonna come with you, idiot," you huff, eyes gleaming with laughter, "who else is gonna put up with you the way I do?"

You don't need to tell him you'd gladly follow him through the gates of hell. He knows, because he'd do the same for you.

There's only one person who knows you better than yourself, and his name is Trafalgar Law. You don't turn as he exits Kyros' house, eyes still skyward as he sinks onto the step beside you.

"The stars are pretty," you remark.

"You should be asleep." Law's eyes narrow when you mouth his words at the same time, and you scoff.

"Last time I checked, I wasn't the one who got shot, then almost lost an arm." Law meets your gaze, then looks away. "I'm not expecting you to apologize, because that isn't how we operate. But we made a promise, didn't we?"

"[Name]ㅡ"

"Law."

Law huffs. "We were kids."

"So? Hasn't stopped us before. As I recall, you've pulled this card on me several times." You hold your hand up, pinky extended. "Do it, Law."

Law stares at you, as thrilled about your tradition as he ever is, but links his pinky around yours. You grin, and he rolls his eyes. "You're a pain."

"Yeah," you answer, scooting closer to settle your head on his shoulder. "You're my pain, and I'm yours. That's how it works, right?"

Law is quiet, undoubtedly still coming to terms with the end of all of this and what it means for him ㅡ catharsis, a shackle unclamped from around his neck. Your hand finds his, fingers braced through the gaps of his, and you squeeze. You don't say a word, and you don't have to.

"Yeah," Law finally answers, lets his head rest against yours. "It is."

[cosmicisms]

alhaitham being whipped for his lover

sfw

gn!reader

a/n: love you alhaitham but you’ve been temporarily benched for a twink magician. sorry! also idk what the format of this post is like, i just threw words together without much thought.

alhaitham who had no want or need for romance before meeting you.

panics upon getting to know you more because he can sense something is wrong.

he’s very in tune with his own emotions and thoughts, so right off the bat, he knows that you’re making him feel some type of way.

poor guy, you’ve made him doubt everything he ever knew about himself.

you’d never realise it, though.

even when you greeted him with your happy smile, placing the hot coffee on his desk, he simply nods and politely thanks you.

oh god, but if you could peek into his mind. panic.

he’d usher you out of his office, claiming that you’re distracting him from the files he must attend to, even though you’re pretty sure he’s asked you out to lunch many a time during his work hours. hm…

after a while he caves, tired of denying his own feelings.

as mentioned earlier, he’s very in tune with his own thoughts. he’s not going to hide from them forever.

having approached you with his confession laid out neatly in his mind, alhaitham is rendered speechless as he’s met with that same feeling of desire he always felt around you.

except now it was more intense, blooming within him and causing him to belt out his confession in a rather strange way.

you could’ve sworn he was lecturing you, judging by the way he spoke.

after you processed his words, you accepted and returned his confession with that same sweet smile he adored.

and here you two are now. a happy couple. all according to alhaitham’s strategic plan that he definitely did not spend hours upon hours perfecting and agonising over.

now, having alhaitham as your boyfriend comes with a lot of things.

first of all, his love languages are quality time and acts of service.

even you being in the room with him while he works is enough for him. bonus points if you sit on his lap while he reads.

speaking of work, do you need help with yours? alhaitham’s a scholar, well versed in many fields. have a report you’re dreading to write up? alhaitham will try his best to help, lending you resources and giving you pointers along the way.

also he’s a touchy guy. not in the sense that he’s emotional, i mean he’s a cuddlebug.

loves to touch you in any sort of way. interpret that however you like, but i’m talking about linked pinkies while walking through sumeru city, fingers gently caring through your hair while he reads, and throwing his leg over you while you both sleep.

“i’m clingy? not at all, i simply want to keep you in my sights lest you get into any trouble. what’s that? i’m in denial? hm… then i will refrain from touching you. no, no, you’ve lost your chances now, darling.”

pet names are another thing. he doesn’t really use em. maybe the occasional “darling” or “dear” now and then, but most of the time, he’ll address you by your name.

but the way he does it still has you blushing all the same.

he likes seeing you wearing his clothes. at first, he was confused, however.

“i don’t understand. you have your own clothes that are perfectly suitable, and yet you wear mine anyways? …alright, then.”

yep, he secretly loves it. will melt upon seeing you wrapped up in his cape, his cheeks tainted with pink.

not the biggest sappy romantic, if i’m being honest. how would’ve thought, right?

he’ll cook something for you both and have a nice dinner in the privacy of his home (having kicked kaveh out for the night).

doesn’t enjoy dates out and about, but will gladly take you to the quieter spots of the city. maybe the library for a nice reading date, the two of you cuddled together in a corner with a book each.

…though, his attention is definitely focused on you, rather than the text in his hand.

will literally do anything for you. yeah, he might tease you a little for it, but he won’t hesitate.

alhaitham’s always been sure of himself. whether people thought he was arrogant or just that self-confident, he didn’t really care either way.

but for you? oh, for you…

he loves you. he could never deny that.

“you are the only one who could ever make me feel this way. i love you, y/n. let’s stay together for a long time. dare i say forever?”

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[garfunklefield]

Can I be your favorite?

18+ viewer discretion is advised

top!Suguru Geto/bottom!Satoru Gojo Warnings: size kink, gojo is a gay trans twink, MPREG (this is a major theme), bottom gojo, top geto, hickies, biting, possessive geto, pussy eating, bottom growth sucking, breeding kink, creaming, multiple orgasms, dumbification, gojo cannot walk after this, dacryphilia, creampie Word count: 2685 DESC: Gojo wants to get pregnant

Have you ever wanted a satosugu fic where Gojo got pregnant?? This is for you!

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“What. I’m not impregnating you. That’s irresponsible,” Suguru narrowed his eyes at his best friend. They had known each other for more than ten years, so Satoru proposing pregnancy wasn’t weird so much as it was … financially a bad idea. Suguru wasn’t against the idea of having sex with his best friend. He just wasn’t so sure about the baby's aspect. I mean, babies are a lot of work! Were they both ready for such a commitment?

“Suguru…” Satoru looked to the side, a frown pulling down on his perfectly glossed lips, “Isn’t the next step after marriage babies?”

“We’re not married,” he sighed, shaking his head as he spoke.

“Not yet! I’m planning ahead,” Gojo leaned back against the couch the two of them shared. Being roommates they opted for one of everything. They’ve always shared, so it didn’t matter much to them. The same couch, the same laptop, the same bed.

Satoru loved that they shared things. They’d even share women if he wasn’t gay and utterly in love with Suguru- but anyway. He wouldn’t ever admit that fact though. He didn’t want to ruin their perfect friendship, so this was pushing it. They’d done things before. Satoru would help his best friend if he had a boner that only a hlowjob would quench. And Suguru would practice his oral skills on Satoru’s tender spot. Purely platonic.

“Satoru,” Suguru looked over at him with low eyes, purring his name as if it was a prayer, “You want me to fuck you until you’re pregnant?” He raised a dark eyebrow, purple eyes sizing him up. His best friend had always been the smaller of the two. A smaller frame but a huge personality was what Suguru would describe him as.

The white-haired man swallowed. He didn’t have to word it like that. He didn’t have to word it in a way that made his cunt suddenly soaked. God, Suguru didn’t know the hold he had over his best friend. Just the way he spoke was enough to turn Satoru on beyond belief. He needed his meaty cock inside his walls now, or he’d explode. Satoru already knew his friend was hung; I mean he couldn’t fit him inside his mouth entirely! So imagine him deep inside his vagina????? God, it was too much. He could practically see the little bulge in his tummy from how big he'd be, basically fucking Satoru’s cervix.

“Now now…” Suguru closed their shared laptop and set it on the side table, turning his attention to the smaller man. His eyes fluttered closed, rows of thick black eyelashes brushing against his skin, “Don’t get all quiet on me now, Toru.”

“Suguru….” Satoru whined quietly, biting back on his bottom lip to stop a louder whimper from coming out, “Maybe.” He turned his body, bringing his knees up and over the couch and spreading them out. Barely touching his feet against Suguru’s side.

“Maybe what? Use your words,” Suguru put two hands on either side of Satoru’s body, leaning forward against him on the couch. Maneuvering himself to be on top of his friend, “Don’t make me fuck your request out of you, Toru.” He rasped slowly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Gojo closed his eyes and ran his hand up from his side to Suguru’s back, pulling him closer, “Make me pregnant- you know…”

“No, I don’t,” Geto opened his eyes and stared at him, purple irises waiting for an answer.

“Fill me up till I can’t walk- you’re being an asshole,” he pouted, raising his hand and lightly smacking his best friend on the back of the forehead.

Suguru let out a laugh and leaned his head forward against his friend's collarbone, “I’m sorry. Why don’t I make it up to you?” He lifted his head and pressed his lips against Satoru’s neck. At first, it was sweet, just a shallow kiss. Then Satoru felt his teeth bite down on his supple skin, biting and sucking to create a hickey. He gasped and wrapped his arms around Suguru’s head, pulling him in deeper.

“Asshole…” he whimpered, closing his eyes to fully enjoy this sensation. It hurt so good. The feeling of Geto biting just to get a rise of him was so hot.

Geto pulled back and wiped his mouth with his arm, admiring his work. A sloppy purple mark was forming against his friend's neck. And he wasn’t done. He pushed Satoru’s head to the left to get a better view of the skin before he bit down. He skipped the pleasantries and got straight into the meat of the exchange. Biting. He bit and sucked different spots, marking Gojo in a way that showed he was Suguru’s. And only Suguru’s

“F-fuck please…” Satoru whimpered, the biting sensation becoming too much. His skin was practically on fire. All he wanted was just Suguru rubbing against his huge swollen clit. Ever since he started testosterone he had become so sensitive that just touching it without any cover hurt. But he didn’t care. He needed to feel his big fingers.

“Desperate boy…” Suguru purred, pulling back to stare up at Satoru, “Why don’t I kiss those pretty lips?” Satoru nodded, his bottom lip jutting out from his pout. His best friend leaned forward and pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss. They had done this before, it was obvious. But never like this. It was never this hot. It was never this… good.

Suguru tilted his head and deepened the kiss, opening his mouth. Gojo let him do whatever he possibly could, just reveling in the taste of his best friend. The love of his life. His one and only. He moaned into the kiss, turning his head in the opposite direction as Suguru. They molded their mouths together in a perfect dance, with their tongues barely ghosting each other. Just tasting each other would be enough to make Suguru cum in his pants, if he was honest. He’d been wanting this for so long and now he had it, he was going to make sure Satoru wasn’t going to walk for the next few days.

Suguru pulled back from the kiss and pushed Satoru back, moving downwards to pull down his pants. His best friend didn’t fight it, in fact, Satoru helped him get those stubborn jeans off. There he was, a perfect pussy veiled by perfect pink underwear.

“Pink? Really?” Suguru looked up at him and smiled, running an index finger down the middle of his underwear to feel the wetness through the cloth.

“Sh..shut up,” he mumbled, looking away. A hazy blush filled his cheeks, creating a fuzzy feeling in his face where he couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re so wet. You want to be filled up so bad, huh? You want to be a daddy so bad?” Suguru teased, pressing two fingers down where he assumed the bottom growth was. He knew he was right when Satoru’s breath hitched and his head leaned back against the armrest of the couch.

“Please… Sugu..mm f-fuck,” Satoru whimpered, putting his own hand over the top of Suguru’s, pressing it down further.

“Patience is a virtue, Satoru,” he smiled, leaning down to become face-to-face with his pussy. Two fingers pulled the underwear to the side and god was he gorgeous. Suguru never found himself attracted to genitals before. But he couldn’t help but stare at this cunt. It was perfect. His labia was an outer one, which complimented his perfect bottom growth. He’d never eaten out someone with an outer labia until he met Satoru, and he’d never admit it but that was his favorite kind to eat out. He loved to feel the plush lips against his face as he sucked and licked, taking them all into his mouth or focusing purely on the engorged clit. It was … fun!

His long tongue escaped his mouth and licked up from the hole up to the clit, just to see Satoru’s reaction. He tensed and grabbed a fist full of Suguru’s hair, biting his lip to stop a loud noise from coming out. Suguru smiled and pressed his face into the cunt, eating away as if he was a man starved of this for centuries. He ate as if there was no tomorrow. As if this was his last meal. As if he’d never eat this again.

“F-Sugu! Mmm.. f.. s-shit,” Satoru yelped, arching his back forward. He curled inwards, before arching back and grinding his hips against the other's face. He knew exactly how to make him cum within seconds. He knew exactly how to make Satoru squirm and beg for more.

Suguru was hard beyond belief, so hard he began to lightly grind himself against the couch. Just anything to get off to the sound of Gojo’s perfect voice, raising an octave when he hit the perfect spot. Two of his large hands snaked around his hips, bringing him closer. He was glued to this cunt, sucking and licking until he couldn’t anymore. Oh, but he still wasn’t done. Even if Satoru was sensitive and even if he was to the point of passing out, Suguru would still go. He wanted to be milked completely dry from his best friend's perfect pussy.

“P..please,” Satoru moaned, leaning his head back and trailing one arm up his side. He traced up his own chest and grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, trying to grab anything to steady himself from this pleasure.

“Since you asked so nicely…” Suguru smiled, leaning back and using one hand to spread apart his folds, before sticking his tongue deep into his best friend's hole. While his tongue fucked Satoru, he relished in the taste. Then he pulled out to focus on his clit. Going back and forth and back and forth to satisfy his urges.

Satoru couldn’t keep the impending orgasm back any longer and he found himself cuming onto Suguru’s tongue within seconds of him performing this ritual on his cunt. But Suguru didn’t stop the dance with his mouth for a few more moments just to make him increasingly more sensitive.

“Dick…” Satoru murmured, closing his eyes gently.

“Just for you,” Suguru smiled and sat up, pressing a kiss on his friend's pubic bone before going to undo his own belt, “Let’s get to baby-making, Toru.”

Satoru opened one of his eyes and a lazy smile appeared on his lips as he watched his best friend's dick fall out from his underwear. Big and throbbing, leaking with precum just for him. If he had the strength, he’d run a hand over the shaft and start to fuck him with his hands. But he was starting to realize walking was going to be a challenge after today. The tip pushed against Gojo’s bottom growth, making him hiss at the sensation. Suguru knew what he was doing, taking his time and letting his dick graze up and down Satoru’s folds.

“M..meanie,” Satoru grabbed at his shirt again, raising it to show his chest. Scars ran along the top of his chest, edging down to his armpit. Then the same on the other side. Top surgery. He was so thankful he had it at that moment for the fact that wearing a binder while being fucked would be incredibly uncomfortable.

“What? You want me to thrust in there without letting you adjust? I’m not cruel…” Suguru cooed, placing one of his hands on Satoru’s stomach, “I want to feel you stretch to fit my cock… even if it takes a bit.” Satoru bit back a moan and nodded, feeling his friend push his dick deeper into him. First the head then slowly the shaft followed suit. God just the feeling of himself getting stretched was making him increasingly more aroused.

Then Suguru saw the small bulge forming on his stomach. Right where his meaty cock sat, was shown by protruding fat on his best friend's tummy. “Fuck… you’re gonna milk me, huh? Milk me dry, huh?” He slowly forced himself further in until the base was almost touching Satoru’s cunt, then he pulled back, then slammed forward.

Satoru gasped and reached his hand out for Suguru’s, grasping it tightly. Then he slammed his hips again and another whimper came out of the twink. His rhythm started slow and precise, but his tight walls were making it hard to concentrate. The urge to cum- the need to fill up Satoru was greater than any pleasurable feeling he’d experienced before. He wanted to make him pregnant and fill him with his own luscious seed. Who cares if people look? Who cares if some might find it weird? It didn’t matter to Suguru at all.

With that, he felt a pang of pleasure shoot up his cock and it twitched cumming into his best friend. He couldn’t even last two minutes with the thought of impregnating Satoru. Hot cum coated his friends' walls and made him squirm with pleasure. Being filled up was a feeling he never knew he needed, and doing the filling was a thing Suguru didn’t know he craved.

“Sugu.. mm.. we-we’re good..” Satoru mumbled, opening his blue eyes fully to stare up at his best friend. White eyelashes fluttered a few times and a few strands of hair fell overtop his forehead. How could he finish now? How could he finish without ruining him? He wanted Satoru to cry and beg for mercy. He needed it. Suguru… needed it.

“Toru… milk me,” Suguru murmured, leaning forward to be in more of a missionary pose. He rested himself atop Satoru and pressed his face into his friend's neck, “Please. Let me have this…” he looked up to find Satoru staring back at him. He nodded a few times and closed his eyes, giving Suguru all the permission he’d need.

With that, Suguru began to thrust again. But this time, he wasn’t taking any care to be slow or savor it. He’d already savored enough. Now it was rough and strong, less delicate or precise. His mouth found Satoru’s and pressed a long kiss to it. Opening his own mouth to search for Toru’s tongue. They found each other and met with an erotic dance, causing a deep moan to erupt from Suguru. He wasn’t very vocal in bed, as the white-haired male came to find out. He wouldn’t moan as much as he would groan and speak sweet nothings.

Now it was different. Now he needed to be loud. Now he desperately needed to be loud. Another moan came out, complimenting Satoru’s constant whimpers and whines. He was past the point of making a coherent sentence.

All he was spouting was nonsense like “Please fuck me Daddy” and “harder harder!!” Joking… it really sounded like:

“Mm.. s-sugu.. ah-hah.. fu..mmm ha..harder d-daddy.. f..fuck,” Satoru gasped and cried out, burrowing his head deep into Suguru’s neck. He bit down on the skin involuntarily, being so wrapped in pleasure he could barely stand to see. Suguru let out another groan, laughing breathlessly at this entire situation. He hadn’t expected this at all when Satoru had asked him to talk in the living room. And he hadn’t expected to want this so bad.

“Toru… f-fuck I love you.. god, I love you.. I love you..” Suguru started to moan, coming close to his own climax again, “Let’s mm- let’s have a baby,” he grunted, snapping his hips into Gojo’s cunt again.

Satoru in response babbled something along the lines of I love you, before he tensed and bucked his hips up. It was clear from his face and the tensing of his pussy he was cuming. It was too much for Suguru and he came as well. The two of them molded as one and rode out their highs on one another.

The two of them loved each other, and this was the first step in their new life together. Even if people stared. And even if it was strange to some. They didn’t care. All they needed were each other. I don’t know…. Mpreg can be sweet sometimes.

[turtletaubwrites]

So What?

Thank you so much @shewrites02 for this Zosan request! It cracked me up, and I hope you enjoy it!

Pairings: Zoro x Sanji

Word Count: 1096

Ao3 Link

Summary: An enemy catches Zoro eying Sanji in the middle of a fight. Zoro doesn't care, until they make the mistake of threatening the cook.

Rating/Warnings: SFW, Some Passionate Kissing, Fluff, Swearing, Canon-Typical Violence, (hardly any), Humor, They both get teased a bunch for their relationship, Established Relationship, (implied/kind of?), Protective Zoro, Nami and Usopp are little shits 😅

A/N: I giggled so much writing this. I love our lil Straw Hats so much

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“Hey Curly, I’ve got this ugly guy. You go after that one that ran away.”

Zoro kept the enemy pirate in his peripheral vision, his swords ready for any movement. 

Still, he looked toward the blonde cook, whose fiery kick had just taken another opponent down.

“I don’t take orders from you, dumbass marimo,” Sanji spat, anger riding his voice.

But he turned on his heel, walking toward the escaping enemy as he took a long drag off his cigarette. 

Zoro’s lip twitched in a smile as he watched him walk away.

“I’m over here asshole,” his enemy fumed, waving his arms. “I can’t believe the notorious pirate hunter gets distracted by a man’s ass in the middle of a fight. Pathetic.”

Zoro gripped his swords, adjusting his stance as he gave the shitty pirate his full attention. 

The guy didn’t shut up when he should have. 

“Who knew this would be so easy,” the man taunted, holding his sword in position. “I get to kill the infamous Roronoa Zoro because he was too busy daydreaming about a little pretty boy. Ha! This’ll be fun.”

“Yeah, I fuck the cook. So what? I’m still gonna kick your ass.”

A loud cough behind him pricked his ears, but he knew his only threat was in front of him. 

“Fine then,” the pirate sighed before tilting his head with a taunt. “That just means I’ll kill you, then I get to gut your little boy toy.”

“The fuck did you just say,” Zoro growled, low and dangerous.

“I said I’m gonna kill your little blonde twink after I’m done with y–”

The pirate flew through the air, the force of Zoro’s hit knocking him back until he slammed into a tree. He didn’t seem conscious, but Zoro stood above him as he sheathed his swords.

“Nobody touches that perv cook but me.”

~

“So Sanji, I heard you’re Zoro’s little boy toy,” Nami teased, with Usopp nodding along as he egged her on. 

Sanji had a coughing fit, shattering a handful of plates as he carried them to the sink.

Zoro hummed softly, shaking his head as he took a swig of his drink.

When Sanji could breathe again, his red face turned to Nami, trying to ignore the sidelong glances and tiny smirk playing on Zoro’s lips. 

“I’m sorry, Nami, dear. What did you say?”

“Oh, just something we heard during the fight today. What’s a twink?”

Zoro coughed this time, sputtering as sake went down the wrong way.

“Isn’t that a type of food,” Luffy piped up, looking at the cook’s quivering form. “Sanji, do we have any twinks? I wanna try one.”

Usopp couldn’t hold it in anymore, snorting with laughter until he and Nami were practically rolling in their seats. 

“What's happening,” Sanji managed to choke out, having to lean against the counter as he swayed.

“We just heard— We heard Zoro talking,” Nami’s voice came out high, struggling for air. “You do it, Usopp. Say it.”

She slapped against his chest lightly, and Usopp puffed himself up, taking a minute to calm his laughter, chuckles bubbling up until he bellowed out, imitating Zoro’s voice.

“Nobody touches that perv cook but me.”

Even Luffy chuckled now, although his brows were furrowed, not quite following. 

Until Sanji’s red face grew mottled, and he found his footing again.

“What the fuck kind of shit are you saying about me, you idiot moss head? Keep my name out of your ugly ass mouth!”

“I didn’t say your name, dumbass,” Zoro yelled back, standing up to growl at him while they pressed their foreheads together. 

“I called you a fucking perv cook.”

“Idiot swordsman, you don’t even…”

As their feud barreled on, the galley slowly emptied, Luffy snagging snacks as Usopp dragged him away. 

At this point, the cook and the first mate were just growling, eyes burning into each other. 

There was no way to tell who reached out first, their bodies tangling in a blur. 

Zoro’s strong hands gripped Sanji’s waist, the cook’s hands pulled around Zoro’s shoulders and neck. Their mouths ate at each other with all that heat that had boiled over between them. 

Until Sanji pulled away, eyes still sharp with anger.

“What the fuck did you do?”

Zoro groaned, moving to lean against the table as he found his sake again. He sighed as he met Sanji’s eyes, heavy with annoyance.

“The ugly guy from earlier,” he started, Sanji crossing his arms as he waited. “He made fun of me for looking at you.”

Sanji’s eyes squinted, his chin bobbing forward, but Zoro didn’t elaborate.

“So what? Someone hurt your feelings, so you went and told the whole crew that I’m your fucking twink?”

Zoro sputtered again, wiping the sake from his chin. His laughs fizzled under Sanji’s stare. 

The cook’s skin was still flushed, and Zoro wanted to press his lips against those burning cheeks. 

“I didn’t say that shit, curly, okay? He did.”

Sanji let out a heavy breath, looking at the ceiling before frowning back down at the swordsman. 

Why does he always have to look like that when I’m mad at him, Sanji thought, fighting to keeps his eyes on Zoro’s face instead of his exposed chest.

“So why didn’t you disagree? I thought we weren’t telling the rest of the crew.”

Sanji’s voice had raised again, just a bit, as he gestured toward the door. 

“He threatened you, okay?”

The anger in Zoro’s voice now was different from the kind he shared with the cook. His jaw clenched, and Sanji saw the veins in his forearms pulsing as he dug fingers into his knees.

Sanji’s frown dropped, leaving him with his mouth hanging open. 

With another swig of his drink, Zoro stood in front of the silent cook, poking him gently on the chest.

“Plus, I don’t think I give a shit. So what if they know? It’s too late now, anyway.”

After a moment more of staring, Sanji sighed, the barest hint of a smile on his lips. 

“You stupid moss head. Can’t be left alone for ten minutes without fucking something up, can you?”

“Shut up,” Zoro growled, reaching for Sanji’s hips again. “Don’t leave me alone then, you shitty cook.”

Sanji groaned at the insult, wanting to keep the argument going. 

But they melted into each other, breaths calmer now as they kissed away all their words. 

Almost all their words. 

“I’m not a twink,” Sanji grumbled while Zoro kissed along his neck. 

Zoro’s snort was all it took for their battle to begin again. 

Likes and reblogs bring me much ✨dopamine✨ thank you so much!

a/n: They are so silly 😅

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[tearsofthekabak]

The Yona Rant.

Some people will say that this game came out months ago already, and everybody is over it, and even kinda like her now, and to that I answer 

First of all, I would like to remind you, reader, of the old texts. *blows into the sacred n64 oot cartridge* 

The Zora royal line have proven itself to be very obviously Linksexual. If you haven’t played, Ruto proclaims herself Link’s fiancée, the spiritual stone of water being a litteral engagement ring. It is clearly brought into BOTW, with Mipha actively making him an engagement present according to current Zora tradition.

Sidenote: Link accept both gifts, and as the player you never get to clear it up or refuse. Make it what you will. 

Why am I mentioning this? 

She’s Link’s Zora-sona.

(((If you want to bring gender into this, BORING. Link is canonically nonbinary. (neither male of female, able to be related to by anybody, those are things expressed multiple times by the creators))))

Everything about her that is different from the other Zoras is intended to be Link-like. 

The way she has the droopy sleeves instead of the shoulderpads 

The purple ribbon cutting into her silhouette in the same way the straps of his outfit do

The golden jewelry instead of Domain Silver

The horns simulating the spiky Hylian ears

Her head-tail is smaller and pointy, way closer to the shape of the classic hat

GREEN. A specific shade.

Babyfaced she-twink

She is the PEAK of Zora beauty standard, how silly of you to judge her with your human beauty standards. Yona is a bimbo, a barbie, everything hot under the sea. Literally evolved to be Link-like. She’s a trophy wife, a sex symbol, an idol. She has a dedicated Zora entourage simping for her.

Now, the way she suddenly shows up, without having being mentioned in BOTW… how do yall feel about surprises? I don’t think there would have been any moment in the game where it would have been natural for any Zora to bring her up, with the crisis happening, and the feelings about Mipha being so fresh to them. It made me feel like it was a world that was alive! Sidon is a hundred years old but you expect to meet everybody important to him in the first game he appears in? 

Also, I do think Yona’s existence was hinted, with Muzu there, and every other Zora looking like they could be Sidon’s sibling or child… I personally really felt like the Domain looked inbred in comparison. Was the only other option blue Mipha? Lame.

Can you imagine a young Muzu? Vibrant green, chibi-headed, Dorephan's very own "best friend". Come on.

Sidon is just like his dad fr

What about not getting married at all?

The thing with kingdoms, is that it specifically depends on a royal line, especially in Hyrule where abilities are given from parent to children. There was always going to be a need for a Zora Queen at some point.

What was the other option, simply not meeting Yona? Not addressing it? How tragic to imagine her absence, a lonely King with an elderly father, no mother, no sister, just a monogamous mass of subjects. And Muzu.

No, there needed to be a fiancée, a weird Link-like gremlin, who was there to accept their love. I don't believe Sidlink could have a better happy ending than this, given nintendo.

SQFD: If Sidon was to marry anybody to continue the royal line, it’s Link’s Zora-sona of course. Which is Yona. 

[faghubby]

Bridemaid to slut

Read part 1 first. After agreeing to take my sisters place as a bridesmaid at my scousins wedding. I let Patty transform me into a passable woman. But at the wedding my old nemesis Craig not only saw through my disguise he showed me my true place was on my knees sucking cock.

I laid in my bed, my body was sore, my legs hurt from wearing high heels. My throat was raw as I thought of sucking Craig cock. My ass hurt I reached back and touched my hole my fingers slipped in easily to my stretched ass. Despite all of this my dick was hard and throbbing. I got up and showered. I loved the sensation of my smooth legs as I ran my hands over them. I thought about Craig kissing me. What was wrong with me. I wasn't gay. But I couldn't get Craig out of my head. I sat naked on my bed my head wrapped in a towel. I searched my phone for information about dominant men. Reading articles trying to understand how I could want Craig so much. I didn't masterbate but teased myself so I stayed hard. There where links that lead to porn, gay porn. I found myself wanting to be a twink. Wanting Craig to take me. I stroked myself with two fingers. I tried to prolong the sensation stopping and starting. Before I could finish there was a knock on my bedroom door.

"Paul, are you up?" My mother called out I quickly wrapped a robe around myself. As my mom came in.

"How are you feeling?" She asked touching my forehead as she did when I was a child.

"Better thanks" I said.

"Well you missed a lovely wedding" she started. "And Patty seemed happy yesterday, she spent alot of time with your old friend Craig?" She smiled. As i tried to hid from blushing. Mom started to pick up my room as she talked.

"Mom, I will take care of that" I to.d her afraid she might find the satin dress on the floor of the closet.

"Okay, okay. I know your a grown man don't want your mom cramping your style" she said. Leaving me alone. I had lost my erection with mom in the room. I wished I had a pair of clean panties to wear. I snuck into Patty's room and found a sexy green thong. I slid them on and snuck back to finish getting dressed. When I came downstairs. My mother loomed at me strange then shook it off. I figured she had noticed my arch eyebrows.

"What?" I asked

"Nothing just forget how much you and Patty look alike" she said cupping my face. Did she know? What would she do? But she just went back to whatever she had been doing.

The next few days I spent alot of time wondering about what had happened, what I wanted to happen again. I found myself shaving off the stubble on my body that started to appear. I also found myself checking out my friends. Wondering how big their cocks where. Was I gay? Then Patty came home. I picked her up at the airport.

"So Craig called me" she smiled as she hugged me.

"Really, why?" I said nervously.

"OH we both know why" she laughed.

"It was just an innocent misunderstanding" I stuttered.

"You just happened to slip into bed and fall on his cock" Patty laughed. Obviously Craig had told her everything. She asked a hundred questions. I found myself telling her everything hoping it would help me understand it as well.

"You're wearing my panties right now?" She smiled. I just nodded.

"Craig wants your number, so he can see you again" Patty told me. "Do you want to see him again?"

"I don't know" I mumbled

"Did you like his big cock?" Patty asked. I smiled not wanting to admit it but unable to hide it either. She called Craig.

"OH yes, she has it bad" Patty said into the phone. "I get her all pretty for you" "well we can talk about that at another time" she hung up. I had only heard one side but I was rock hard as I drove.

Patty gave me directions and we pulled into a diner. We sat at a table and before we could even order I saw Craig walk in. My mouth went dry and panic set in. He came over and sat next to me. As he slid in he grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch. With a look I knew not to move it.

I looked around in panic wondering if anyone else had noticed to see Patty trying not to laugh. Craig and Patty talked ignoring me. Even though I was practically sitting on Craig's lap. Craig turned and whispered in my ear.

"You need it don't you?" I swallowed hard and couldn't look at him. Patty grabbed my car keys off the table.

"So you will make sure she gets home?" Patty said to Craig.

"Of course" he told her as I watched Patty leave.

"You are going to get up and walked to my car." Craig said paying for the coffee as I did. I stood at the passenger door waiting for him. He walked out and opened my door for me. Then got in himself. Before he started the car he grabbed my hair and pulled me to his crotch. People where walking past the car. And people in the diner could see. As he grabbed my ass.

"We are not moving till you take it out and suck on it" he told me. I fumbled with his jeans and pulled out his cock as he started the car. I slipped it in my mouth.

"You been practicing?" He laughed. As he drove. He pulled into some kind of state park. And parked. He had me get out of the car. There where several other cars in the parking lot. When Craig had me get out. He walked me behind the car. He unbuttoned my shorts. He smiled when he saw the flash of pink panties I had on.

"Take off your shorts and bend over the car" he told me.

"Please not here" I begged. He grabbed my balls

"Take off all your clothes and bend over the fucking trunk" he told me. Shaking I took off my shirt and shorts. He flipped me around and bent me over the trunk and bulled my panties down. He had lube in his pocket he squeezed into my ass. I felt his hard cock press against my hole. As it popped in I wanted to cry out but didn't. He fucked me hard and fast. Right there. I didn't even care if anyone saw as he worked his cock in and out I needed this. It had not been just a thing that happened I needed him. I needed to be taken.

Craig would slap my ass or grab my chest as he fucked me. I wanted him to do it all the more he took the more I wanted him too. He pulled out and came all over my ass. I pulled my panties up.

"Get in the car" Craig said as he threw my clothes in the trunk. I hurried and tried to hide as he drove back to the highway. It had all left me drained and I fell asleep as Craig drove. I woke to Craig Carrington me into a house.

"Shh don't worry, you can suck my cock again" he told me. Laying me down on the couch. He stood over me. I understood and pulled his cock back out. As I started to suck his cock. Someone walked in the room. I went to stop bit Craig held me in place.

"Hey bro, you remember that slut Patty." Craig said.

"Yeah" the other man said excited

"This is her little brother" he laughed.

"Really?" The other voice was close now.

"Suck my friends cock" Craig said pulling my hair. I looked over and saw another cock as it was forced in my mouth.

"Yeah bitch suck my cock" he said and grabbed my hair forcing it down my throat. I felt like I would die. He only lasted a few minutes before he filled my mouth with cum. Gagging and spitting as he pulled out. Before I even recovered He pulled my hair making me stand. Craig came up behind me. He showed me a metal hook looking thing. Then pushed it into my ass. He pulled it up I had to stand on my tiptoes. He released it and bound my hands behind my back and attached the rope it to the hook.

"You like being used, being my play thing" Craig said. "Just like your sister" he laughed he smacked my ass. Making the hook jump in my ass.

"You made me hard again slut!" He pushed me back to my knees.

"Hold this Brian" he said and I felt my arms pulled up forcing the hook tight into my ass.

"I bet this bitch would suck off the whole team" Brian said.

"Would you cunt, would you suck off the whole baseball team. Let them use you?" Craig said.

"He may need his sister to help" Brian said. I just kept sucking Craig. The more they talked the more I wanted to. I needed his cock.

"Now swallow" Craig said pulling out alittle. So I could catch it all in my mouth. I swallowed as fast and hard as I could.

I managed to swallow all of his seed.

"Such a good bitch" Craig said he helped me back to my feet. He put a collar around my neck with a leash and led me back to his car.i was still only wearing the pink panties now stained with wet spots that had dried. There was also dry cum on my face and chest.

"Come on I take you home to your mommy and daddy" Craig told me. I started to cry.

"What cunt doesn't want to go home?" He asked.

"Please not like this" he begged.

"Well I guess if you swore to be my little slut I guess I could let you get cleaned up" Craig told me. I shook my head in agreement

"Yes, please anything" I begged. He led me back inside. And let me shower he didn't untie me. Instead he washed me.

"Brian loves when girls lick his ass. You should thank him before I take you home." He told me as he dressed me in a skirt and belly shirt. My arms still tied. As Craig led me back out.

"Brian, would you like me to lick your ass?" I asked shyly.

"OH darling that's nice of you to ask maybe next time" he said Craig led me to the car.

"I am empressed you did wonderful" he leaned in and kissed me. Then drove me home. Being in the short skirt and shirt was maybe slightly better then just panties but I didn't say a word.

"You're going to answer everytime I call you. No matter what time. You will be ready to make me happy" Craig told me.

"You want this, you always have" Craig told me. He reached over and rubbed my penis between his fingers.

"I may help you with this, but that will be between us. Understand?" He said cupping my balls as he drove.

"yes" i said scared but also excited. He continued to tease my penis as he drove but stopped if I became to excited. When we got close to my house he called Patty.

"Paulie needs a ride, and prehaps some clean clothes" he said as they arranged where to meet.

Patty laughed out loud when she saw me. Craig untied me. And I changed into the clothes Patty bought me in the back of the car. I noticed she had bought me a thong instead of boy underwear. Patty and Craig talked before Patty got back in the car. And drove me home.

"Brian too?" She laughed.

"Patty, did you. I mean he likes. Does things" I stumbled thru the words.

"Yes, he helped me to be a slut, to learn my place." Patty told me. "He doesn't make you things, he helps you know what you want him to do to you" Patty continued she was obviously aroused at what she said.

"I don't think I am gay. I like woman." I stated.

"I think he showed you that you want to be a slut, to men or woman" Patty told me.

"He will continue to push to see how far you will go" Patty warned me.

"How far did he push you?" I asked not sure I wanted to know but felt I had to. Patty paused.

"I let 6 men have me" Patty said a bit ashamed.

"Like a gang bang?" I asked yes. "Craig was my first and two months later 6 boys took turns" Patty explained.

"Now he took your virgin ass, maybe he is reliving it" Patty smiled. As we pulled in the driveway.

"You can stop it if you want, he won't hurt you. He wants you to submit. He wants you to want it" Patty explained.

"I think I want it" I told her.

"I know, or you wouldn't of let it go as far" Patty smiled. She went in the house to her room. I went to talk to her but heard her masterbating thru the door. I went and texted Craig.

"Can I masterbate" I texted.

"No, slut it is good you asked. But no not until I say" he responded.

"Get dressed up like my slut, and send me pics" he told me. I asked Patty for help later that night. She helped me get dressed this time making me look like a slut. The skirt was so short you could see my panties.

"You are excited?" Patty asked confused.

"Yes" I said embarrassed.

"I just didn't realize you where ......small" she giggled.

She took pics. Even making me raise my skirt and show my panties.

"Slut did you like being bound" he asked

"Yes" I responded

"And sucking cock, swallowing cum"

"Yes"

"And your ass?"

"Yes I loved your big cock in my ass" I told him.

"ask Patty to come over and let me have her, if she does I will show you your true desires" I showed this text to Patty. She called him and even though it was after midnight she left and drove to hos house. A half hour away.

I fell asleep, in the morning I found a pic of Patty sucking Craig's cock. It was afternoon when Craig and Patty came walking in the house together. I was home alone. Craig walked straight up to me he wasted no time in removing my clothes. I was a bit self conscious being naked in front of Patty. She just laughed and went to her room. He deached out and rubbed my balls. I stepped closer to him.

"Don't cum" he whispered. I tried to think of anything else.

"Please" I wimpered

"No control" Maybe I should teach you control. He led me to my parents room. He removed his belt and took me over his knee.

"Bad girls get spanked. Are you a bad girl?" He asked

"No" I said afraid. Smack

"Don't lie, you are a dirty slut. You sucked Brian's cock" he said

"Yes" I whimpered. Smack

"Sluts are bad girls" he said

"Yes I am a bad girl" smack. Tears rolled down my face

"You are going to do whatever I want" smack

"Yes I will be a good girl for you" I cried

"I know you will, beg me to fuck you right here on your parents bed"

"Please, sir fuck me. Fuck me on my mommy's bed" I sniffled.

"Go find some of your mothers things, things she wears for your father would he be proud his son is becoming a bitch. " He let up and I found my mother's lingerie drawer. On top was a red lingerie set I couldn't imagine mom wearing it. It was a low cut bra, a thong, and a sheer robe. I put it on and went to show Craig.

He pulled me on the bed and had me on all fours.

"Bet your daddy had had your Mommy like this. He forced his lubed cock into my ass. "Now I am your Daddy" he told me. I couldn't take it and came all over my parents bed. I went to collapse but Craig held me and continued to fuck me like a madman. Craig came deep in my ass. As soon as he pulled out he left.

I laid on the bed until Patty came in "get up, you need to clean this up before mom gets home" she told me. Panicked I jumped up cum leaking from my ass down my leg. I ran around stripping my parents bed. I started the washer.

"Cute outfit you have to hand wash it tiny" Patty told me. I took it and washed it Patty just laughing as I ran around naked. Patty had remaid the bed. Only then did I realize I was naked and covered in cum in front of my sister.

"OH don't worry it's like we are sisters now" she laughed and left me to take a shower.

Craig continued to occupy my thoughts, he would text me at anytime having me rush to meet him. Even if it was just to tease me or expose me in some humiliating way. It had been several weeks when he told me to pack for a weekend away. Patty helped making sure I only packed lady things. She had assembled quite a slutty wardrobe for me. Including several pairs of high heels, my own makeup case, and tons of lingerie.

Craig picked me up, I was dressed in a micro skirt and a sports bra with 3 inch heels as he walked me to his car. We drove to a house about an hour away. He led me straight to the basement. Where he bound me to hooks in the ceiling.

"How much do you want this?" Craig asked. My dick straining to be contained in my tiny thong.

"It's all I think about" I said shaking not knowing what was coming. He pushed a dick shaped gag into my mouth. Then showed me a big butt plug. Which after a lot of lube and patience he managed to get into my ass. It hurt tears ran down my face. He then teased my nipples placing clamps on them. Before blindfolded me and left me alone. It seemed like hours. Before I heard someone coming. The plug was removed and replaced by a cock. The toy had so stretched my ass I couldn't even feel it. I felt his hot cum on my ass then he left. Over the next few hours this was repeated a dozen times. I heard nothing but grunts and moaned. I knew it was different men from their height and size. I had to pee so bad. When I was finally released. I looked up to see Craig I rushed to a bathroom at the top of the stairs. He waited outside the door. And removed my gag.

"The whole team has fucked you, now slut you're mine"

[legendofnickie]

it's really funny to me that

gerudo consistently reject link in both botw and totk. they're just not interested in him.

zora are into link, in more than one game. two different zora princesses have literally proposed to him.

something about link is unattractive to gerudo beauty standards and really attractive to zora beauty standards. i think gerudo women aren't into twinks, because they often comment on how short or skinny link is. so now the question is... what does link have that fish people are so into lmfao???

[doberbutts]

To those wondering what I'm talking about re: Harvestella... these are some of the many comments on various articles regarding the game and specifically the interview that announced the non-binary OPTION (meaning if you don't want to be nb you simply don't select it- literally all it does is give you they/them pronouns instead of she/her and he/him).

And this image from Squeenix's official twitter:

Which is the "absolutely terrible" character customization screen that people are complaining about. Pronouns, body type, skin color, hair color, eye color. Less customization than some, more than others. Your clothes change with your job. Pretty sure the models are exactly the same, just one has [small] boobs and an updo and the other has no boobs and a side ponytail.

Reactions from Gamer Bros vary from your typical shitty trans/nbphobic "mental illness" and "doesn't exist" comments all the way for advocating for genocide of Japan and BOTH antiblack AND anti-Japanese slurs at the same time (that one thankfully downvoted by everyone).

But what gets me the most is the reaction to the male body type. He's fairly androgynous and maybe even a bit pear-shaped- it's hard to tell with the way the clothes flare around his waist. But it's "this guy doesn't look like a man" and "I'm being forced to play as someone I don't look like" which is interesting to me because A: I know men who look like that and

B: I've literally always been forced to play as someone I don't look like, it's VERY RARE that I as a black person can find the correct skin tone, correct hair texture, AND correct facial features in a character customization screen. They are always too dark or too light, with european hair textures, and euro or asian facial features... OR the facial features are just shy of exaggerated characiture (looking at you, Skyrim) and thus playing as such is not a fun experience. And that's JUST my reality of being black, not even mentioning gender or disability.

I don't look like Geralt. I don't look like Aloy. I never have. I never will. I have ALWAYS been forced to play as someone I don't look like. Even when I supposed to make this character *me*. Even when it comes close, it still misses the mark. Even this game does- I don't look like that and my hair would never do that and my face will never be that asian-beauty-standard prettyboy look. I can have my skin tone, that's it.

Gamer Bros really are the weakest link, they think if something doesn't pander immediately and directly to them that it's garbage. As if there aren't thousands of people exactly like me who have yet to see themselves in a game, who've been gaming since they were old enough to hold a controller. How many women out there grew up forced to play male characters while being told "the mc is supposed to be YOU :)" until game companies remembered girls exist too? How many companies STILL do this?

You will not die because in this one offshoot Final Fantasy Farming games you're forced to choose between a twink and a high femme, I promise.