#th hairy

[churkey]

#gifs by churkey #tyler hoechlin #sl season 2 #superman #superman and lois #s02e06 #th shirtless #th hairy

[yet-heart-final-page]

#les miserables #bul1m14 #milk and honey #paul rudd #divine feminine #th!nsp0 #wander over yonder #julia ann #megadeth #5sos smut #hairy male #glamour

[sunnibits]

y’all ever get stuck staring dazedly at a gif of izzy hands shirtless for like a minute straight like you’ve been hypnotized. or.

#I… man…… #hairy man…… #th. the ones where you can see his tummy jiggle a little. um. #making me have thoughts that belong on the sideblog. #lord above. god I love men

[pistolslinger]

THE HUG

#TH E HUG . THE HAND KISS #I WAS HALF WAY THRU SHAVING MY LEGS NOW IM SOBBING N HALF HAIRY

[majorluz]

u know that stare that supposed allies give u when u look a lil TOO queer for their comfort. yeah i do too

#ever since i buzzed my head i've been getting those stares #this person has super short hair?? but a feminine face?? but they're hairy?? #but they're wearing a bunch of colorful bracelets?? but they're wearing men's body spray?? but th #bruh

[starryeyedjanai]

bad boys do it better

rated: teen | @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: modern au tags: dating apps, innuendo, bad flirting read on ao3

✿

Eddie finally opens Tinder after downloading it in a fit of desperation.

He's tried everything but these stupid apps—bars and clubs and pottery classes and rock climbing—trying to find someone he can connect with.

But he's mostly found guys that string him along with whispered sweet nothings and half-promises they don't intend to follow through on.

So he makes his profile and then promptly fumbles and drops his phone because— no fucking way.

There's no way this is real life.

There's no fucking way the first guy to pop up is Steve fucking Harrington, his unfortunate and longest lasting crush in high school.

He picks up his phone and sees Steve's face staring back at him, unassuming, a bright, cheery smile on his face.

Steve, 28 2 miles away "Hope you like bad boys because I have it on dvd and vhs" Interests: baseball, basketball, live music, movies

He taps to get to the next photo and lets out a shaky breath—the shorts of what can only be his Halloween costume are so short, exposing hairy thighs that Eddie wants to sink his teeth into.

The next photo is a snapchat picture of him grinning wide, cradling what might be the world's ugliest dog, the text across the screen reading my nephew is so handsome 🤩🤩🤩.

The last is an obligatory shirtless mirror pic, not showing off washboard abs, but the soft, toned skin of his stomach.

He closes the app, sets his phone down, and breathes through his nose.

This can't be real, right? In what world would Steve be the first person in a sea of profiles in San Francisco of all places?

Eddie expected him to chase after Nancy Wheeler when she went to Boston, but he didn't stick around long enough in Hawkins to find out if they ever rekindled their will-they-won't-they relationship.

Maybe he's just visiting. Maybe he found his match and just forgot to delete Tinder. Because there's just no way Eddie has this kind of luck.

He opens up Instagram and searches for Steve and finds him right away because they're probably still Facebook friends.

He scrolls through his profile and deflates a little, because all of the pictures on Tinder are from his Instagram. Which means it's probably much more likely that someone is catfishing using Steve's pictures.

Because the Steve from high school wasn't into men. And he's hot enough for someone to use his pictures to scam people or whatever.

He opens up Tinder again and his thumb is swiping right before he thinks about what he's doing.

It's a match!

Okay, now he knows it's a catfish. Or maybe it's a bot.

There's no world in which Steve Harrington would swipe right on him in the twenty minutes it's been since he created his account.

He types a message to "Steve" saying so are you a bot or just a catfish?

He doesn't get a response right away, so he clicks out of the messages, looking at profiles of what are hopefully actual people he can connect with.

His phone buzzes when the message from Steve comes in.

Hi3 Eddiems, cl!ck th3 linkin my proffile to . achat I am waitin9

He rolls his eyes and goes back to perusing profiles. It's not like he thought it was really Ste-

His phone pings with another message and he clicks back into the chat immediately.

That was a joke. There's not even a link in my profile

Eddie's heart beats a little faster, his fingers typing out a response.

So a catfish then?

Why do you think I'm a catfish?????

Because I know the guy in those pictures and there's no way hes into men. That guy was a jock extraordinaire in high school and very straight

You're awfully judgey for someone who was so anti-conformity in high school. Whos to say I haven't changed?

Or like, learned new things about myself?

Eddie's breath stutters in his throat.

Also you didn't really know me since we never talked.

Okay, I mean. It's pretty easy to guess that I was counterculture in high school by looking at me. So I'm still on the fence about the catfish thing

How about we meet up then? So you can see me in all my nearing-30 glory

And watch bad boys on dvd and vhs with you?

Dude, I am not inviting you to my house on the first date

That's a third date kind of thing

Oh yeah? Is it a back-to-back feature? We start with the vhs then move to dvd?

He can't believe he's entertaining this. A catfish wouldn't offer to meet up unless they thought Eddie wouldn't call their bluff. He kind of wants to see where this is going.

No see, we start with the dvd playing in the living room and then when we inevitably start being bad boys🥵 in the middle of the movie, we can pick it back up on vhs in my room later

To be clear, we stop the movie, right? I'm not sure bad boys has a soundtrack meant for the kind of activities we'd be doing

Oh for sure. I'd even put on my "let's get it on" playlist. As a treat.

Eddie can't help but grin. Even if this guy is a catfish, this is maybe the most fun he's had talking to someone in a long time.

Are you serious about meeting up?

Uh yeah, I can't have you thinking I'm a catfish forever

What's your favorite brewery?

Cellarmaker

Wanna do tomorrow afternoon at like 2 when it's not busy?

That sounds perfect

He isn't sure if it's really Steve or if he's going to be met with someone else or stood up, but at least he'll get to drown his sorrows if it doesn't work out.

Well—he's unsure until he gets the 'stharrington started following you' notification on Instagram a few minutes later.

He screams into his pillow so loud his neighbor thumps on the wall.

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #steddieholidaydrabbles #st ficlet #janai.doc

[misctf]

Getting Over Him

Amanda wiped a few tears from her eyes as she looked into the mirror at her puffy eyes and ruined makeup. This was supposed to be a fun weekend trip with friends. But she didn’t want to be just friends with Brad. She had come to love everything about him: his kind personality, his respectfulness, and physically- he was exactly her type. But while Amanda developed feelings for the blond college jock, he never seemed to view her as anything more than a friend. But she always hoped that maybe one day he would.

“I just wish I could get over him.” She mumbled, drifting off into an uncomfortable sleep, barely registering the odd symbols glowing on the wall.  

Meanwhile, Brad sat at the edge of his bed, feeling like shit. He replayed the events of that night in his head- Amanda bringing up her feelings and him awkwardly turning her down. Brad massaged his temples. He knew she had feelings for him, and honestly he had feelings for her. But he was hesitant, worried about their friendship.

“I’ll talk to her tomorrow.” He mumbled, stripping off his shirt, pants, and boxers. He sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror, “Could use a good workout.” As he turned towards his bed, he noticed the glowing symbols on the wall around him, “What the fuck...”

He saw them when they first arrived, but didn’t think much of it given it was an older home. Now that they were glowing, his curiosity peaked. As he reached out to touch one, several glowing orbs emerged from the symbol, dancing around the room. Brad yelped in surprise, turning to leave, but suddenly finding he couldn’t move.

“What the hell? Help!” But his words were only a hoarse whisper.

“Is this him?” Brad felt a cold sweat wash over him as he heard the voice.

“Yeah that’s the one!” Another voice cooed.

“I can totally see why she’s into him.” Another voice giggled.

Brad was terrified. Sure the house was old, but haunted? There was no way. He moved his eyes around frantically, eventually landing on his own frozen form in the mirror across from him.

“Hmm but that seems to be the problem!” One of the orbs approached him, “She’s totally into blonds.” Brad watched in shock as the orbs moved through his hair, each blond follicle changing and becoming darker until settling on a dark black. Simultaneously, he involuntarily raised his arms, where a few more of the orbs tickled his pits, the hair there changing too.

“H-how?” Brad strained to ask the simple question.

“Hmm but that won’t be enough!” one of the orbs said, “She loves a clean shaven man.”

Brad recoiled as the orbs began to move across his body. Each area they touched, became increasingly itchy. He grunted in frustration as the itchiness became unbearable. However, the feeling peaked and calmed as hair follicles began to push out from his previously well-shaven body. Tiny black hairs emerged from his chest, shoulders, crotch, arms, and legs. The jock’s face was no exception as the dark hairs emerged, giving him a small beard. His body turned, so that he could see how hairy his ass and back had become. But to his horror, the hair began to thicken, covering him in a thick pelt.

“Almost missed a spot!” Brad raised his arms and the orbs worked on growing out and thickening his pit hair.

Brad felt his frustration building, “Why are you doing this?” He forced out. Brad was happy with his appearance- blond, clean-shaved, muscular- and he knew that women liked it too. He couldn’t be seen like this! And he couldn’t even imagine how long it would take to shave.

“He doesn’t seem to be enjoying it!” A voice whined. 

“Don’t worry, we can change that!”

Brad watched as a few of the dancing lights moved towards his cock. He tried to move out of the way, but his resistance faded as they began to massage him, the pleasure causing him to moan. He had never felt anything like it- the sensation as they bobbed up and down on his cock, which had quickly hardened at the sensation. He could barely focus as they continued to dance around him, the jock’s mind consumed with pleasure.

“See! He looks so happy!” The one celebrated as Brad let out another silent moan, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. His arms moved freely, as he rubbed his hairy chest and massaged his nipples, “See he’s sooooo into it!”

“Let’s focus now! Poor Amanda. Always attracted to guys with big muscles.”

As Brad rubbed his hairy chest, he felt his firm pecs start to soften. As he pushed on them, it felt like they were deflating- losing the definition he had worked so hard to get. The jock forced himself to open his eyes, doing his best to resist the pleasure. He wished he hadn’t. Brad watched as his muscular frame began to shift. His pecs had already deflated, and his abdominal muscles followed, quickly losing definition. His arms were not spared as his biceps and triceps atrophied before his eyes. The jock grunted as he felt his shoulders press in on themselves as his back muscles decayed, leaving him more narrow and lanky.

“Wa-wait, please... stop...” He said between pants. He let out another grunt though as a thin layer of fat began to cover his lanky body, a small paunch protruding from where his abs had been.

“Aww don’t cry Brad.” A voice cooed, “Just focus on the pleasure.” Brad moaned and threw his head back as the pleasure in his dick intensified.

“But while he’s definitely not her type now, there’s always still a chance.” A voice whispered, disapprovingly.

Brad felt a shift in his mind as his sexuality flip- a sudden need for cock down his throat or up his ass invading his thoughts. And as these thoughts became cemented, he felt an inward pulling from his dick. He watched as his manhood shrunk- as it did the pleasure there moved to his ass. He moaned as he grabbed his ass and explored his hole with his fingers.  

“Th-this isn’t right!” He huffed, wincing at the higher pitch of his voice. He had never played with his ass like this, yet now he couldn’t help it, the pleasure there dwarfing anything he had experienced from his dick, “Y-you can’t leave me like this!”

“Don’t worry Brady.” A voice whispered in his ear.

Brad was about to respond when he felt an intense pressure in his head. It felt like something was trying to push him out of his own mind.

“Amanda likes him for his kindness and respectfulness.” A voice giggled, “I doubt she’ll care for slutty and judgy!”

The jock became aware of a new set of memories- his time sucking off the football team, the men who bent him over, and the nights he would spend clubbing and partying. He had become a total size queen too, only caring to suck or get fucked by hung men. And as these new interests blossomed, he could sense this new personality pushing him out.

“No stop!” He moaned, “This isn’t real!” He was holding on desperately to his old memories, to who he was.

“We’re doing this for Amanda.” Brad’s eyes widened in confusion, “Just give in to the pleasure.”

Brad moaned, trying to resist. Part of him knew if he gave into the pleasure, it would be over for him. But just as he got closer to climaxing there was a knock on the door. The orbs vanished and the symbols stopped glowing. Brad fell to the ground, huffing, his small cock still rock hard and his ass throbbing with pleasure.

“Fuck.” He whispered, moving his once restrained limbs, “Need to find Amanda.” His thoughts were a mess- his old personality still present, while the new one continued to try and dominate.

The former jock threw on a pair of underwear and opened the door, desperate to find help. However, standing at the door was one of his teammates.

“Shit!” Brad said, again wincing at his voice. Nick looked at him, seemingly confused, “You’ll never believe me man but...” Brad stopped midsentence, his eyes traveling down Nick’s muscular and bare torso. His eyes landed on Nick’s compression shorts, where an evident bulge was growing. He bit his lip- what would it be like to have that python down his throat?   

“Oh uh hey man.” Nick replied, the confusion leaving his face, “You’re Amanda’s friend, right? Brady?” Brad felt his heart sink- did Nick not remember him? The concern dissipated though as Brad refocused on the growing bulge in Nick’s pants, “Uh so...” Brad continued to stare at Nick's bulge, “Uh yeah I was wondering if...”

Brad wanted to resist, to push Nick away and find Amanda, but as he stared at the growing snake in Nick’s shorts, he gave in, “I can help you with that.” Nick grinned and without hesitation, pushed Brad back into the room.

The next morning, Amanda woke up and slowly got out of bed. As she entered the hallway, she watched the door to Brad’s room open. She grew confused when a sweaty Nick walk out, a stupid grin on his face.

“What the fuck?” Amanda whispered.

“Oh hey Amanda!” Nick said, blushing, “Uh yeah, sorry.” He rubbed the back of his head, “Uh thanks for bringing Brady.”

Amanda was about to ask what the fuck he was talking about, but Nick quickly darted to his room. She narrowed her eyes and walked over to Brad’s room, intent on finding out what that was all about.

“Hey Brad, what...” Her eyes landed on a man swiping on his phone in Brad’s bed, someone who she didn’t even recognize. But before she could say anything, something clicked in her head. That was Brady, her gay best friend. He had insisted he come along when he saw the guys who would be going. Amanda sighed, this was so typical of him, “So, had fun last night?”

Brady looked up from Grindr and giggled, “Hun, you have no idea.” 

#male tf #male transformation #straight to gay #personality tf #wish gone wrong

[churkey]

#gifs by churkey #tyler hoechlin #tw season 4 #teen wolf #derek hale #s04e12 #th shirtless #th hairy

[fredwkong]

Djinni's Gym: Hot Yoga

With a new gym opening in town, you had finally decided to get off your ass and try working out again. You had always been kind of shrimpy, and a few months of nonstop office work had added a bit of unwanted mass to your belly. A generous free trial of the new gym’s facilities was just the kick you needed to get back in shape.

Of course, you hadn’t counted on what seemed to be half the men in town taking the free trial as well. You shouldered through the crowd in the reception area, at least a dozen men filling out release of liability forms. “Look,” you said to the receptionist, a huge Black man, “can I at least go stretch and then come fill out the form when it’s not so busy?”

The guy looked you over and shrugged. “Sure, lil bro,” he rumbled. “The yoga studio is over there.” He lifted a massive arm and pointed across the weight room. As you nodded, you caught a whiff of the humid stench rising from his pit. As your eyes watered, you found yourself rock hard in your sweats.

“Th-thanks,” you stammered, and hurried through the turnstile, your cheeks burning. You had never reacted like that to another man. You looked around the weight room, trying to distract yourself.

The whole place was full of big weightlifters with a whole range of skin tones, all of them dressed in gym gear that left nothing to the imagination. You swallowed, your throat suddenly gone dry as a huge Indian bro grunted through a squat, sweat soaking the back of his tank top.

In a daze, you drifted across the weight room, your eyes drawn to every bouncing pec, rounded ass, and thick bulge you passed. A medley of scents flooded your nostrils, and your own cock started to leak pre into your briefs.

Finally, the door of the yoga studio closed behind you. Your head spun as you leaned against it, idly trailing one hand over your belly to cup your groin.

The yoga studio was dim, wood-panelled and, you quickly realised, heated. The thermostat on the wall read 38 Celsius. There was a single yoga mat set up in the middle of the room. To your overheated, lust-addled mind, some yoga seemed like a great idea. It didn’t occur to you that you hadn’t done a flow in years.

As you stepped out of your shoes and onto the yoga mat and stood in mountain pose, your feet tingled and expanded, darkening from toes to soles to ankles. Your joints flexed, supple and agile, as your feet began to emit a masculine scent that tickled your nose. Your cock jerked again, but you attempted to ignore the heat coiling in your belly.

You raised your arms and slipped into a forward fold, a little surprised when your hands easily touched the mat. You breathed into the gentle stretch in your hamstrings, unaware of your fingers stretching wider across the mat, their grip soft yet strong. An olive tone spread across your formerly pale hands as a sheen of sweat stood out among the thickening hairs near your wrist.

Stepping back into plank, you lowered yourself halfway and slipped smoothly into upward dog. You were surprised at how well your body recalled the sun salutation. After a few minutes in downward facing dog, you lowered yourself to your hands and knees in tabletop.

Dark skin rushed up your arms and legs. They got no longer or shorter, but tightened with lean, hairy muscle. Sweat poured off your body as you went through cat and cow repetitions, adding to the heady, musky humidity of the studio that was keeping you boned up.

You slipped seamlessly into a side split, your newly flexible hips bringing your cock and balls right down to the mat. You gasped, unable to contain yourself as your cock shuddered and grew against the rubber, thickening and darkening as a foreskin grew to cover the head. You felt an even larger spurt of precum gush into your sweats, which seemed to shrink and tighten, until you realised you were wearing stretchy yoga tights that left nothing to imagination. As you lifted out of the stretch, you left a visible pearly stain of precum on the mat, which added its own earthy musk to the air.

Finally, you lowered yourself from a plank onto your belly, resting one cheek on the mat as you breathed. Your shirt vanished into thin air, revealing your newly tight pecs, flat belly, and rippling back muscles. An olive tone swept up your neck, dusting your cheeks with stubble as your eyes darkened, hooded and lusty. You sighed in a deeper voice than you were accustomed to, relaxing into the yoga mat as your transformation ended.

The door of the studio opened behind you. “Hello?” rumbled the big receptionist.

His name suddenly leapt into your mind. “Hey Shaun,” you purred, a Hispanic accent creeping into your voice. “Want to help me stretch out?”

Shaun chuckled. “I’m on the clock, Jorge. I’ll take you in the showers after close.” He sniffed the air appreciatively. “You ready for your first class?”

Your cock flexed, trapped between your hip and the mat, at the thought of a couple dozen sexy men getting sweaty at your command. Only long practice at containing your lust until the right moment kept you under control. You couldn’t wait to lead them through a flow, get them hot and excited, and then help them release all their tension along with their sweat and, possibly, their jizz. You had become Jorge the Mexican yoga instructor, and you couldn’t imagine a better job than teaching classes at Djinni’s Gym.

#djinni's gym #genie #wish #musk tf #muscle tf #race change #latino tf #all fwkong

[salaciousdoll]

   ·  ·  ·  ꔫ  ·  ·  ·  Studio Love    ·  ·  ·  ꔫ  ·  ·  ·

･˳ . ⋆ starring South Terano x chubby! Fem! reader ･˳ . ⋆

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Warnings: husband! South Terano, wife!reader, chubby reader, professional MMA fighter/ music producer south, smut, heavy smut, oral both f&m receiving, squirting, hairy pussy agenda being pushed here, pubic hair mentioned on south as well, breeding kink( heavy), dacryphillia, gagging, spit in mouth, kissing with spit in mouth, body worship, pet names( baby, meu amor, doll, princess, etc.), speaking Portuguese( briefly), brief mention of stretch marks on body, heavy dirty talking, size kink( major), daddy kink( brief), south is 7’5 in this. missionary/ mating press, moaning in the mic for a song( don’t worry, not directly into it), vivid description of pussy and dick, uncircumcised South, Heavy/ big dick South, soft but usual south, cum eating/drinking, sloppy top, praise kink, degrading kink( slutty whore), hint at the end( catch it if you can), inspired by p power by gunna, overall just nastiness. ୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Word count: 5.8k

18+, Minors do not interact

The Pristine rain was heavily knocking against your kitchen window like an unwelcome guest banging on your cold prehung, glass pivot door to yours and South’s mansion. You always loved the taste and smell of spring so the rain didn’t bother you as you had on your light pink apron while cleaning the greens in your big white pot for dinner tonight. 

South loved your cooking and sometimes pitched in to help you cook. He loved getting behind you with his big, doughy but calloused hands holding your supple and cavernous thighs or gripping your love handles just not too roughly. Whenever you cooked he was the first to taste because he stayed glued to your body like a sticky bug on your clothes in the spring and summer— you have to physically pull or shove him away.

But could you really blame him because when he’s cooking, you're behind him telling him to put more seasoning or even water in the pot. Sometimes he gets frustrated at you because he thinks you’re trying to tell him that he can’t cook and he’s not Brazilian for no reason— that was always his favorite line to use on you when you coach his cooking.

 Other than getting on his nerves, you chubby hands always osculated on the inner of his black tee he usually wears around the house— either that or no shirt at all. You always caressed his abs or just wrap your plump arms around his torso with your face squished against his back. If you guessed what the love language was, you would have to say physical touching, of course. 

You two confided in each other about any and everything. He always placed little kisses on your hand or forehead whenever you two are next to each other. He doesn’t care who’s staring at you two, it could be an old lady or newborn baby for all he cares, he’s going to love on you until you grow sick and old. He loved the feeling of your skin on his. You loved the feeling of his hands and warm body next to yours. Minami was someone you were told to cherish and you did that every morning, night, and even in the evening. 

Whenever you were feeling down, South always made you feel a warm solace with his boisterous laugh, his light but funny jokes, and his loudness in general. You know when he is in the house when you hear his loud laugh. From just his voice and laugh, all your problems go away. South didn’t even have to do the things he does when you’re feeling down— things like taking you out to walk in the glorious spring sun or if it’s night, the alluring celestial body in the sable night empyrean always makes your heart warm. South feared the day where you would completely shut him out if you went down your spiral, yet you always reassured him that you’re never going to shut him out. Not a chance in hell you’ll do that when he was hot to your cold. 

South loves what you do when he’s feeling down. You tend to sometimes let him take his frustrations out on you, take him into the frustration room with messy art painting on the paper walls, or you would take him for a ride to another city or state, depending on how ponderous his problems were. 

Sometimes he even goes to your gym downstairs right next to his studio booth he built due to trying to accomplish his dream of being an producer and so far he over achieved that supplentairly with being an heavyweight champion of mma. There’s plenty of Brazilian, American, Japanese, Korean, etc. artists that he produced for and honestly some are hits, some are not— depending on how big the artist is. It’s a win or lose with producing songs but it’s never like that with fighting. He’s undefeated and has won 7 championship matches already and won every last one of them while you were either at home or standing in the crowd with a huge smile on your chunky face. 

Everytime he won a fight he would either point at you and tell the crowd how much you inspire him and how much he’s in love with you. When you are at home, he’ll shout you out and the crowd somehow gets louder every time he does any of those. You thought it was because of how wholesome he was but in reality the crowd was in awe of your beauty as the camera panned to you whenever he shouted at you out if you were there, of course. 

Overall, you two are each other's lock and key to your diary. Your relationship was a diary to most around you, if you had problems you kept it between you two and your therapist. If word got out that you two are having problems, you were afraid that Takemichi would go back because he was being the airhead he was whenever one of his friends were in trouble. So you vowed to never let your relationship problems swim their way back to your friends, family, etc. especially not the public. Only exception is the diary of a person you both share, which is also your therapist/ counselor.

You loved each other so much. He always declares he’s really in love with you when his cock is digging in and out of you. Your juices and the way your walls tighten on his cock was all he needed to confirm that you love him too. You were always speechless when he took you on any part of the mansion you guys owned together. The pool table, the bed, balcony, gym, and many more places, you name it. Your moans were so beautiful and recording worthy so you did multiple sex tapes with Minami in different kinds of sex positions he learned or wanted to try. Your sex life was beautiful and you couldn’t be more thankful for South making you feel so loved but what you didn’t know is that he feels the same way about you making him feel like he belongs here in this world.

In fact, your moans were so beautiful that he had to ask you the big question while sitting at the onyx and pearl kitchen island he installed in the kitchen. He’s been trying to ask for a minute of staring at your ass in awe and in his head as you put the greens in a different pot to cook. “ Hey baby.” You made a Hmm sound to let him know that you’re listening. South smiled and shook his head prior to tapping his finger on the surface of the island with his leg shaking up and down to match. He was really nervous about asking you this— you were the only person who made him feel that way. 

“ I was thinking of showing you the instrumental to a new song I came up with, would you mind coming down to the studio with me, Bonita.” Minami knew he had you when he used Portuguese, you were always weak to that. “ What’s the catch? Knowing your sneaky ass, there’s a catch.” 

You turned the stove on low and turned around to him with your chubby arms crossed over your chest. He chuckled prior to raising his big, tall structure off the seat to walk around to hold you by your love handles, “ I don’t know, we’ll see when we go down there, wanna create a melody with you.” Your eyebrows raised at his words because that could be a triple entendre for all you know.  “ But baby, I have to finish cooki-”.

South reaches behind you to turn the stove off, stopping your train of thought in the process, “ We can always eat take out, besides you always leave the greens in the fridge overnight, get it together my beautiful Angel.” You almost smacked your lips at his audacity, “ I taught you that so how you’re gonna’ try to scold me.”  

Minami shrugged his shoulders with a low chuckle as he held out his left hand for you to take, “ Which is why I’m telling you to get it together, meu amor. Don’t make me start speaking my sentences in Portuguese, something you don’t even fully understand to get my point further across.” You rolled your eyes at his remark, “ first off, I’m learning to speak and understand  it and you’re my teacher, so I should’ve learned more than I already am. What does that say about you?” 

He loved when you did your little teasing at him, so he did the only thing he thought of in his mind. South grabbed your neck and brought you into a slow sensual kiss. Your tongues were lapping onto each other like people rolling around a mat for wrestling. South was so much taller than you no matter if you were 4 '11 or 6' 10. The man was 7’ 4 for a reason and you loved it. 

South walked your body to the wall leaving just an inch between you and the wall. He then reached to grab both of your ass cheeks, squeezing them hard enough to make your pussy lips spread apart— your whimper at the cold air told him everything he needed to know. He got you where he wanted. 

“ Jump, baby.”, South mumbled against your lips while giving you a reassuring nod. You jumped up and wrapped your arms around his neck as your legs wrapped around his waist— deepening the kiss even more. You both were still making out as he walked you to the escalator to go down to the studio. 

South’s mouth felt marshmallow like against yours— your lips were practically being sucked like a vacuum by South and he couldn’t help it. Your two tone lips were one of his favorites to devour on your body, “ I can’t wait to be inside of you, my sweet doll.” Your hips rolled against his automatically as both of your bodies descended with the escalator. His hands were glued to your ass and he couldn’t feel more exhilarated. He was gonna definitely put a baby in you, it’s his dream. 

Minami kicked open the studio door prior to breaking the kiss to touch the buttons causing the booth to light up and the mic to be on recording any soun made in that room. He opened the booth door to let you both inside, “ Are you ready, amor.” You grinned after pulling back from sucking his bottom lip. You still heard him clearly even if he sounded funny just now due to the sucking of his bottom lip in your mouth. 

South kept tonguing you down as he let you down on the floor. He only broke the kiss with one more peck on your lips. You two make out sessions always made your pussy wet because maybe it’s the delirium or the torpidity of the kiss, either way your panties was soaked and when South turned around to sit up the stool behind the mic, you reached down under your short light blue and pink sundress to feel the pool protruding your panties right now. 

Now he’s gonna explain whilst seducing you. “ Here’s what’s up, princess. We’re gonna record your moans for me and I’m gonna merge it with a beat. I’ve been thinking about this ever since I became a producer. The sex tapes we have don’t do your sexy ass moans justice so why not let the world know who made you moan like the slutty princess you are. My fucking slutty princess.” 

He bent down to apprehend your lips onto his one last time prior to touching a few more buttons behind you. Meanwhile, you were wrapped inside of your head about the kiss on your lips as you touched your lips. He still had a school girl crush effect on you and that says something when you two are married for three years now. “ nami’ is my name—when you moan or groan it— is it gonna be on the song because I can’t have anybody kn-”

South grabbed your hand, interrupting any words you had planned to spew out of your mouth, “ Baby, relax and trust me, can you do that for me, princess?” You meekly nodded your head and felt his smooth lips trailing all over your round face, pouty glossy lips and down to your chest. He looked up at you while he bent down to lay kisses on the top of your boobs as you were still in your sundress. Minami then proceeds to dig into his pants pocket pulling out a black pocket knife  with a peacock design running down it. Your breath got caught in your throat when you felt the tip of the knife grazing over your pretty saggy tits. You had two different size tits but he or you didn’t mind. It’s natural to both of your eyes. 

The way that south held eye contact was different this time around compared to usual. He looked like he was obsessed with you as you watched his pupils dilate as the knife trailed between your boobs causing you to be half scared and half aroused. Your pussy was practically clapping in joy from the way it was clenching and unclenching to air. South trailed the knife down and pressed harder on the fabric of your dress to cut it open, freeing your tits all the while putting your panties with your soaked pussy on display to him and the cold air, “ oh look how beautiful my precious dolly looks, you know what I did  to my cousins dolls when I was younger, meu amor? Hmm. I used to break them, not gonna get too explicit on how because I’m not gonna go that far with you, but I am gonna break you and make you think about my dick. All day and everyday.”

Every kiss south trailed down your body was glorious because he was still talking in between his kisses and his voice was always so smooth and velvety, just the way you liked it, “ When you’re cooking.” He now kissed your right nipple making it protrude into hardness. “ When you’re bathing or showering.” He stuck his tongue across your chest whilst trailing the knife over your pudgy stomach. “ When you’re doing your nails and putting on your clothes.” He latched onto your left nipple— still trailing the knife over your stomach rolls in advance to continuing trailing down your body until he stops at the top of your puffy pussy. 

Your body shuddered in want and need for South and he loved every moment of it especially when you furrow those cute eyebrows with your pretty mouth opened at the sensation he was bringing you right now. South slowly trailed the knife flatly against the vulva of your pussy— popping your nipple out of his mouth to speak, “ You feel the tension don’t cha’? You feel the knife gliding over this plump pussy of yours. I’ll never hurt you baby but I just can’t help scaring you into sweet ecstasy .” South slowly guided the knife under your underwear band— cutting to expose the right side of your pussy.

South did the same to the left side of your pussy letting the rest of your panties drop to the floor— fully exposing you. South smiled down at you ahead of picking you up, placing you on the stool facing him. He slowly pulled off his shirt as well, he knew you were gonna get messy. The mic was behind you two but it was the perfect angle to capture what he was about to do to you right now.

South bent all the way down to your pretty feet, kissing the top of your feet with pure desire and fatigue in his eyes, “ God! You’re so gorgeous, from head to toe, I don’t care what anyone lsays about you. You’re perfect in my eyes and that’s all. That. Matters.” Minami kissed up your legs as he held them together to pay attention to both at the same time. When he got to your corpulent thighs, he opened your legs revealing your pussy to his eyes. He looked like a lucky person who won a cash prize from a cereal box. He always acted that way when it came to him devouring your pussy. 

South looked up at you, kissing your inner thighs, “ I’m gonna take good care of you and that pussy baby, all you gotta do is sit back and moan for me. Enjoy yourself, meu amor.” He breathed in your pussy scent and almost groaned loudly at your smell. It was natural but smelled so good to him. He knew you wanted to squeeze your legs shut so he gripped them with his hands to stay open. 

You only wanted to shut them because you haven’t shaved since last week and your pussy hair grew back faster than expected. You knew it was natural but it’s still embarrassing. The thing is Minami didn’t care not one bit, so he didn’t get why you should care. He has hair on his dick even starting from a dark- blondish happy trail. He also loved how your pussy was pink on the inside but one of two shades darker from your actual skin tone. Women always intrigued him, you in particular— his temptation, his girl, his woman. 

South kissed your vulva with soft and wet kisses preceding placing his hands on your pussy opening your folds to finally see the opening of your pussy. You subconsciously covered your face as his big tongue took one long lick over your opening of your pussy and clitoris, “ Fuck~ Nami’.” Your fuck sounded so prettty especially when it’s dragged out like that. 

South swallows what he savors— laughing at your reaction to him doing that. He spit on your pussy afterwards, watching the saliva drip down his pussy. His spit felt so good on your hot pussy that it made you whimper at the contact. Afterwards, South dig into your pussy like it was his first and last meal for the day. Your pussy dripped on his tongue and he was gladly drinking it up. The swirl of his tongue was enough to make you grip his hair and scream out his name followed by coherent pleas to let up on your poor pussy, “ pleasee… m’ fuck yes”. 

South could hear your pleas and he could also feel your body shaking underneath him. He loved when you couldn’t help but to shake even if he just got started. Every part of your body was sensitive and gosh did he love that because he can do one thing and the next you’re exploding from pleasure. South’s tongue was heavy on your clit and his index and pointer fingers probing the opening of your pussy just added to your pleasure. 

“ Ohh… I think I’m gonna cum if you finger me, Nami’. I don’t wanna- fu-uhhh-ck! Not the zig zag.”, You moaned as one of your legs lifted up on his right shoulder at his tongue moving in a zigzag direction across your pussy. South laughed into your pussy while shaking his head left and right fast. Your hands gripped the chair in stool in support as your hips moved uncontrollably due to the immense pleasure you’re feeling right now. 

He then sucked on your clit as his fingers entered your pussy. You threw your head back in reaction to his thick fingers entering your slippery, hot pussy, “ Oh, yes yes~ just like that South. I think I’m gonna cum~” South pushed his fingers inside of your pussy even more ahead of curling his fingers right at your g-spot, massaging it as he moved his fingers in and out of you, occasionally twisting his fingers inside of you as he moved in and out. When he felt you were about to release, he unattached himself from your clit, still moving his fingers inside of you all at the same time.

Your stomach tightened and you felt water coming out of your pussy because of the pressure on and in your pussy, “ m’ cummin, m’ gonna cum, ughhh!” South felt your pussy clamp on and off  his fingers as you squirted on the floor since he moved to the side with his fingers still inside of you. He looked at you with inclination swimming in his eyes like a leech swimming in a dark lake, late at night. 

Your body shook and moved up and down because of your rapid breathing from your orgasm he strummed out of you. You licked your lips and looked at South with the eyes he so desperately admired whenever you showed the emotion of prurience. South kissed your clit one last time— feeling you jolt under him from the impact— afore kissing and licking the little stretch marks on your stomach and chest as he makes his way up your body. 

He then grabbed your face with both of his hands bringing you into a wet, sloppy kiss. You tugged him closer before pulling away from him, “ Can I suck your dick, South. Maybe you can add that to the track after all you are cutting certain parts right? I just wanna take care of you baby, allow me?” South always loved when you boosted his ego. “ You can do whatever you wanna do, sweetheart. After all this is your dick, aren’t you supposed to have all access to this dick? Hmm, so go ahead and give daddy what you think he deserves.” Your pussy clenched at the thought of sucking his big heavy dick. 

South fully stood up while you got on your knees in front of him. The stool was a few 7 inches from your head and you were glad because now you can suck him the way you want. You looked up at him through your pretty eyelashes causing him to smirk down at you. His masterpiece. His love. Art really. 

He watched as you unzipped his pants pulling them down along with his underwear, dropping them to his ankles. He stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. His dick sprung back into your face when he turned to you, almost taking your eye out from how thick and long it was. You held his uncircumcised cock in your hand stroking him up and down watching as his tip disappeared and reappeared. You were fascinated with his cock, dare I say addicted to his cock. 

Finally having enough of his little groans and mini leg shakes from you dragging your hand up and down his cock, you stroked him one last time to peel his foreskin back to suck on the tip. Once he felt your hot mouth on his thick tip, he threw his head back letting out a big, “ Oh!”  He followed with a “fuck” afterwards whilst lowering your wet mouth on his dick— taking him inch by inch. The wide stretch of your mouth was hell but you so badly wanted to suck his dick and please him. 

South pat your head to soothe your eagerness down a little bit, “ Only take what you can, doll. Don’t want you choking to death on my dick.” You slowly blinked your eyes and when you did, you gagged because you lost focus of your throat relaxing. So you slowly lifted up off of his dick until you had just the tip in your mouth. Your pretty lips wrapped around his tip as your right hand massaged the dry part of his dick: the part you couldn’t fit into your mouth. 

Spew of curses spewed out of Minami’s mouth as you held his dick in one of your hand prior to spitting a glob of spit on his cock, “ Good fucking girl. My pretty little slut knows how to make me feel good. Ughhh shit!” You swallowed all of him, moving your mouth down to the base of his dick, breathing in his musk/ feeling his hair on his pelvis, and back up again. As you did this, you relaxed your throat even more— inviting his heavy cock in your mouth. You started to twist your head in a circular motion making him lose his mind over the head twist motion. South couldn’t take it and grabbed your hair in his hand, watching with low eyes and an open mouth at you sucking him like a tornado, “ fucking hell, {reader}}… your fucking mouth is sucking me in, keep doing that and I’m gonna bust down this throat of yours~.” 

You didn’t wanna hear any of what he was saying because you wanted him to cum down your throat, so you did everything you could to make him cum. Your left hand grabbed his big balls gently massaging them as your right hand grabbed the spit that dripped down his cock, and was about to make it to the floor until you grabbed it, placing the glossy spit on the part you couldn’t fully take in your mouth. The enjoyment of sucking dick was heard throughout the room as you did the combo he loved and couldn’t take. Your tears were either resting on your lash line for one of your eyes or falling down your eyes for another eye. His thighs almost gave out at the action of how you look up at him and the locking of your jaw around his dick whilst still twisting your hand— massaging his cock. 

South moans were deep and loud as he stood with his head leaned back in pure bliss, “ Shit, shit, doll, I’m cummin’, gonna cum down this slutty throat. Such a good girl, causing me to feel like thiss… ahhh! Ahhh! Stop { reader} before I cum down your throat and you know how my cum is.” Yes, you did know. When south cums, he cums loud and messy. An example is coming..

Minami both of your hands off his dick and balls afore grabbing your head and thrusting his hips forwards. Your head was trapped between him and the stool and you couldn’t move, so you swallowed him with gags sounds floating around the studio booth. “ Fuck, I’m cummin’ my princess.”, South moans loudly as his hot cum shoots down your throat. South leaned on the stool with one hand placed flatly on the seating part. His hand he had on your head released just to feel your neck for the visible throat bulge he formed on your neck from how deep he was. 

You tapped his leg when you had enough of his cum impelling him to slowly take his cock out of your mouth. He huffed loudly with a few drops of cum spilling on your face. He was satisfied at you sucking his dick but he was still thinking of fucking that sweet pussy of yours. He was so glad he had stamina for multiple rounds despite what research says about men cumming just one time. You, on the other hand, was gasping and coughing loudly at the feeling of being able to breathe again. South finally regained his consciousness when he heard you coughing so he hurried to grab a water bottle from the little fridge on the opposite side from where you two were at. 

South squatted down in front of you, giving you the water bottle with a smirk, “ Tapping out already?” You pushed his shoulder a little bit— taking the water bottle to drink it down and that you did. South watched you drink the entire water bottle and he instantly got hard. You ooze sex appeal especially when you keep eye contact with him as you drink the water. “ Who said that? I thought you were gonna make me moan into the mic, that wasn’t my best. Wanna know what my best moans come from? Hmm honey.” He smiled a close lip smile and nodded his head. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders giving him a little kiss on the mouth, “ When I’m getting my pussy destroyed by you in the most thrilling and benevolent way. The way your dick feels inside of m-”

South had enough and yanked you up with him, plopping your ass right on the seating part of the stool, “ since you’re talking like that, you are ready. ” You nodded and rebuttal, “ But are you ready?” He smirked and kissed you as a sign saying yes. South reached down to your pussy and rubbed small circles on your clit, heading small whimper seap out of you. He then lined the head of his cock on the opening slit of your pussy. You both grained when he slid his dick up and down your pussy, bumping the tip of his dick on your clit every time he went up. 

South gripped your love handles and pushed his hips forward inside of your pussy. Both of your heads flew back in euphoria. Both of your fucks were heard as he slid inside of you. You wiggled to release the tension of the burning sensation you were feeling from his cock being half way inside of you, “ I don’t think I can take all of that. You know I can’t especially in this position, I-” south kissed your nose, “ Come on, darlin’. You got this and I got you so ease up for me so I can split this pussy in half to give you the right pleasure you need.” You smacked his biceps and laid your head on his chest, “ No matter how many times we fuck or make love, I could never take it the first few mintues of us fucking. Still not used to this size. So please take it slow for a few seconds Minami.” 

He knew you were serious because of the way you looked up at him with your chin on his chest, “ Anything for you, baby.” You swallowed and leaned back, slowly getting comfortable and easing up on his cock while you were at it. South bit his lip as he pulled out of you to only push himself inside of you again, this time slower than before. The more you got aroused, the more your cervix moved up letting him in even more. Tears escaped your eyes as you held back your screams and whines when he started moving back and forth in a slow motion. 

You wanted more. You needed more. Your pussy opened for him just a little more and latched onto his cock when he slammed all the way inside making you cry even more. Your body and insides were so sensitive and you hated it because tears were always gonna pour out of your pretty eyes whenever you two had sex. “ Fu-uuh-ck, this feels so good South, please fuck me harder. Make me your sweet little whore for this studio session.”

South groaned loudly at your naughty little words, “ Shit! I fucking love when you grip my dick like this whilst talking your shit. Give me more, how bad do you wanna- ugh!- be my sweet little whore? Hmm.” You moaned while holding on to his biceps letting him wreck your pussy with his heavy cock, “ Ahh! Fuck! I wanna be your whore for today, tomroow, and fucking forever. You’re fucking me so good right now.” And he was. His hips were snapping into yours with loud squelches and smacking sounds. Your whimpers and moans were sharing the spotlight with his fucking and he couldn’t be more proud of you and himself right now. Your little ash’s and oh’s were definitely gonna be the highlight of this new song he’s producing for your favorite artist. 

He hid that fact from you because he knew you weren’t going to say yes if you knew this was for your idol for their new album. South snapped himself out of his trance as he gazed at you in pure love, “ You’re so fucking pretty taking my dick like this. See, you always take my dick so nicely even when your eyes are rolling to the back of your head right now. You’re loving this dick so let { your favorite artist} know how much you love daddy’s dick.”  He then begins to roll his hips into yours as one of your hands now scratches down his back whilst the other one is grabbing his ass cheek. 

He moaned at the feeling of your hands on him and your pussy clenching and unclenching on him. He knew you were about to squirt on him, so he rubbed his thumb over your clit causing your body to shake in reaction. “ Ahaha shit! Yes! Yes.” Clear substance sprayed on his pelvis and he couldn’t care less about your pleas and your juices exploding on him, especially since he kept rubbing cirles against your puffy clit.

South hair was now making its way out of the loose man bun he had in his hair— his sweaty body was beautiful to you as you now came down from your little shakeable high. He tapped your mouth and you opened in response— spitting inside of it, you two then connected both of your mouths together to make out with the spit inside of your mouths. 

Afterwards, South pulled away from your mouth clenching his teeth at your pussy clamping down on him like a vampire sucking blood off a mere human, “ I’m not fucking done so don’t even think about blacking out right now, hold on, just a little bit longer for me.” Your little whines would’ve been funny right now if he wasn’t so focused on making you and himself cum at the same time. Trust, he’s been struggling to not bust inside of your honeypot pussy especially when you had a vicious grip on his dick. 

South hoisted you up against him to walk you to the little white loveseat. He was gonna make sure you were still heard in the recording. He placed you down only to place himself against your body, so now your sweaty body was against his own sweaty body. He lifted a little to guide the tip of his cock in your pussy, your gasps was all he needed to hear preparatory to snapping his hips forward as his moan and groans filled the opening of your neck where he lay his forehead. 

He was thankful you were trying to hold your legs up as he pounded inside of your pussy with no remorse. The sound of your screams and the slapping of you two skins were electrifying. Your pussy hair was tickling him a little but that soon became overshadowed by your body shaking against his, “ South, I can’t— I can’t take it anymore. Mm’gonna cum. M’cummin.” 

South smirked and folded your legs up a little bit higher making your double chin and chubby cheeks appear more than usual, pulling him into you even more since he got you to love them because he did. He placed two legs beside his own body leaning over you even more as he continued to pound your insides to his liking. You felt like you were gonna pass out and he could see it so he reached around to grab your stomach as he continued moving in and out of you, “ Not yet. Just 30 more, uuhh! Fuck! Fuck!, seconds. I’m gonna give you a baby.” 

You moaned at the thought of having his child and at the impact of his hips, “ Yes, yes, give me your seed. Have me birth your childd… no, I wanna birth our child~.” South almost bust then and there, but he needed to add one more thing. He gripped your stomach with one hand while cradling your head with his other arm— fucking your pussy up. Following, he leaned to your face moaning at the feeling of you around him, “ I want to see three little rascals running around this house or would you like a bigger house? Hmm, what do you say~ holy shit, I’m cummin’! Let’s cum together, meu amor.” You tightened and untightened against his cock. Your nails raked his back in desperation of finally cumming on his cock at the same time of him cumming inside of you. His ears popped while your vision turned white. Both of you were huffing and breathing loudly at the amazing feeling you both received. 

It took South some time to gather his strength back as his dick pumped nonstop inside of you. Yeah, you were definitely getting pregnant from this. Your legs were still shaking even if you regained your vision back after a minute or two. Minami slowly pulled out of your dripping pussy and you felt his hot cum slipping out of your warm pussy. 

South shakily rolled off of you to sit hit bare ass on the rug below the loveseat. He watched as your chest slowly ascended and descended. He was so head over heels for you, so he had to say it in his language, “ Eu amo-te, linda.” You turned to him with a close eyed smile, “ amo-te também, bébé.” South smiled widely at that because you actually have been studying and paying attention to his words. He kissed your cheek and pulled you down to lay on top of him. He was so lucky there was a carpet under you because then he’ll hear you’re fussing when you two got back up in an hour to take a shower and eat at one of Taiju’s restaurants. 

Maybe he’ll invite Draken, Benkei, Taiju, Muto, and Mochi next time since he's been seeing their eyes on you and your smile told him everything he needed to know. Hard maybe though. You loved your big men. He knew it and you knew it. 

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━Tagging: @dejwrites @simpingfor-wakasa @happygoluckyalexis @mastermindenoshimaalicia @bontens-angel @bontensbabygirl @celi-xxmoon @eunoiasa, @kazutoraprincess @watyousayin( you previously said you wanted to be tag in future fics so I’m gonna start tagging you in)

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[malehypnofantasy]

Muscle Head

"Morning, muscle head,"

"Ugh.....what do you want? I literally pounded your ass to oblivion as if that's my girlfriend's tight sloppy pussy last night, what else now?"

"Can you calm down for me, muscle head?"

"Y---yes, sorry about the outburst. I just didn't think you'll wake up this quick,"

"This is 9 AM, this ain't early, muscle head. I noticed the damp towel so you already worked out. Well, last night was great, but don't you think you need to eat again after that draining workout before going on about your day? My feet can get used to a passionate sucking,"

And just like that, the muscular bodybuilder dropped to the floor and grabbed the nerd's hazel brown feet. The bodybuilder sucked each toes with the utmost care and attention while moaning in delight on how delicious of a treat it is and the nerd just smiled proudly while holding his laughter due to the ticklish sensation of the handsome bodybuilder's tongue and saliva.

The whole feet worship lasted for about 5 minutes before the bodybuilder went on another body parts. He lost himself to his Master's barely hairy pits and thin arms while his Master caressed his hair and whispered sweet nothings to his ear. Eventually, he blew his Master's cock before going on about his day as he got some brand partnership talk with one of his sponsor during lunch before another gym appointment with two clients and his own coach throughout the evening. During the stretch of hours he's outside of the house, he behaved normally as if he didn't just swallow the cum of his nerdy loner of a neighbor earlier today

Around 8 PM, the gym is already quiet as the bodybuilder already asked his coach for a 1-on-1 session in his prep to Mr. Olympia so the gym is closed early. When he's doing his set, someone called his coach, so the coach excused himself to pick it up. It's an unknown number but against his better judgement, he picked up

"Hello dumb tool. You must be in the gym, this is your Master speaking, Tobias. Is Aaron still with you?"

And just like that, the Coach reverted to his tranced and enslaved self as he answered monotonously that Aaron is indeed with him and he's currently working on his muscle and poses for next week's Mr. Olympia

"Well, Aaron's little brain probably forget that he's also my subject even though he's out of the house and I told him to be back home before 8:30. That's not going to happen now since this is 8:10 already so I want you to punish him, dumb tool. This is what you're going to do---"

A couple minutes later, the Coach, Tobias, stared at his disciple.

"Are you done with all the reps?"

"Yes, I'm done. Who called? You spent quite some times," he said while taking out one of his earbuds

"It's none of your business, muscle head," said the Coach smirking while Aaron's pupil went wide as his consciousness started slipping away and his entranced self started to resurface once again. But, he's wearing one of his earbuds still so he resisted and started begging

"Coach, what the fuck? Don't say that word again,"

"What? Muscle head? Why? Aren't you a muscle head? Stop resisting and let that bitch ass power bottom out, Aaron. Our Master already told me to punish you for breaking your curfew,"

"Wait.....our Master?? Oh no...." he said, still fighting even though his Coach bombardment of his trigger word clearly made this a losing battle

"This is 8:25, muscle head. Don't you remember your Master's order? Maybe that's why our Master called you muscle head, because your little brain barely have an original thought of its own. You know what, kneel. Kneel to the floor and start repent, muscle head. Beg for your Master's mercy,"

Aaron didn't want to, but his Coach grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed his form as his trembling knee eventually caved in to the pressure. The coach also grabbed the still plugged earbuds and then smirked as he whispered Aaron's trigger word with his gruff voice. Aaron looked up and eventually realized how glazed his Coach's eyes are, and then he started to be pushed to his own subconsciousness as the other Aaron's fully resurfaced

"Now worship me, muscle head. Master is on his way to pick you up and he ordered me to train you to become the biggest slut in this year Mr. Olympia. So let's take this slow so we can still have something to show to our Master when he eventually comes around,"

#male mind control #male hypno #male hypnosis #straight to gay #muscle head

[beansprean]

My Familiar’s Ghost part 67

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ID: Flashback to vampire Guillermo's first hunt. 1a. Wide shot of a middle aged man who looks suspiciously like Paul Simms in a BOSS hoodie and jeans walking down a suburban street at night. 1b. Close up on the man as he looks over toward a rustling sound offscreen. 1c. Zoom out slightly as the man backs cautiously away from a large hedge at the edge of the sidewalk where the noise is coming from. He says, 'Hello? Hey, if you're tryna rob me, I don't have nothin'.' 1d. Close up on the hedge as a dark gap in the branches widens, a pair of orange eyes with slitted pupils glowing from within. The creature says, 'Nothing?' 1e. Wide shot of the street as the man is suddenly pulled headfirst into the hedge with a cut off scream. 1f. Repeat. A fountain of bright red blood spits out from the hedge and splatters on the sidewalk. 1g. Wide shot on the other side of the hedge. In the foreground, Guillermo, wearing a canvas jacket and his old oval glasses, is clutching the man's body to him as he drinks messily from his throat, fangs buried to the hilt as he makes loud gulping sounds. Behind him stand Laszlo and Nadja, the former of which is scowling and trying to wipe off a splatter of blood on the front of his coat. He clicks his tongue and scolds, 'Fledglings are always so messy.' Nadja, arm hooked on his elbow, leans into him with a flirty smile and says 'I remember your first blood-feast, my darling. You were like a wild, hairy beast!'

2a. Close up on Guillermo's open mouth as he detaches from the victim's neck and throws his head back with a satisfied exhale, blood staining his lips and chin. 2b. Zoom out, Guillermo lowers his head and stares past the viewer, a shaft of light passing over his eyes and making them glow a golden orange. His tongue flicks out over his teeth to savor the blood on them. 2c. Waist up of Nandor, standing awkwardly nearby in his leather tunic and cloak, startling out of the slight daze he had been watching Guillermo in. 2d. Reverse shot of Guillermo still crouched on the ground as Nandor says from offscreen, 'Well done, Guillermo.' Guillermo literally glows at the praise, eyes wide and face flushed as a disbelieving little smile creeps up on his face. He replies, 'Th-thank you, M-' Nandor interrupts him, 'But now since you have splattered this chatty man's unvirginal blood all over the place, I will have to hunt elsewhere.' 2e. Low angle wide shot as Nandor transforms into a bat and flies off, calling, 'Do not wait up.' Guillermo stares after him from below, blood-covered hand hovering in midair as he lets out a meek 'Oh, okay...' 2f. Panel of Guillermo back in the present in his fancy red sweater and new glasses, continuing his talking head. He has his arms crossed and face dark with frustration, scowling as he bites out '...Yeah, we've really reconnected.' /end ID

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[mr2swap]

The incident: This man is my son

- Nate What the hell are you doing? -From falling my Briefcase to the ground while The funny creature that was in my new armchair began to bark without moving from its comfortable place in the muscular arms of my little son Nate, the long and smelly feet of my son stank the entire room with the musky odor of the sweat from his feet.

- Isn't it great dad? her name is Zoey, Mom and I rescued her on the way home, and don't worry about taking her for a walk I'm going to start jogging in the mornings before I go to school, and I'll pick up everything I do in the garden and I'm going to…- I made a hand gesture for her to stop and immediately there was silence, with the same hand I rubbed my hundred to try to alleviate the migraine that was beginning to attack me -Just... it's fine just don't put her on the sofa and clean what she does- I continued on my way towards the kitchen while Nate smiled at me with those lips hidden in a beard recently shaved by my wife Naina, in a second Nate wrapped his long arms around the dog and lowered her to the ground.

-And don't put your feet up on the table! - I yelled before entering the kitchen, once again Zoey the new member of the family barked at me and stayed while she and my huge and noisy son stayed in the living room, as soon as I entered the kitchen I almost tripped over one of my son's toys, put away the little red tricycle with a soft kick that my son usually plays with after coming home from the gym, maybe I should buy him a bike before he breaks it with his new weight of 265 pounds and his height of 6.5 feet tall but I should teach him how to drive it first just like I taught him how to shave.

The government psychologist assured me that it was only a matter of time before me to get used to my new son and his new body, but for me, it is still embarrassing to have to explain to the neighbors that the manly, muscular, shirtless white man who is playing basketball in our front yard is actually my little son Nate.

I couldn't do anything but get used to having another "man" at home, the government is trying to reverse the random exchanges but the terrorists altered the gas so that the effects would be indefinite, maybe forever, I went to the stove to prepare a chamomile tea, while I waited for the sound of the kettle to alert me, I tried to remember my life before that stupid accident in the subway.

Before Nate was the huge 6.5 feet tall hairy gorilla sitting in my living room he was an ordinary kid coming home to his grandfather from elementary school, the same way thousands of people inhaled the gas that a group of terrorists had stolen from a Swap Corp truck and when they woke up they found themselves trapped in the body of some stranger next to them!

The incident destroyed many lives and separated many families But Nate doesn't seem upset with his new body I don't think I've ever seen him smile so much now that he's a 33-year-old man, He doesn't have to go to school so while I and his mom are working he spends his mornings at the gym or playing video games but he still visits his old friends from elementary school to beat them at basketball and tell them all about his new life as a white man.

Of course, my father was also affected by the body-swapping gas, and right now he is spending his retirement money on his vacation in South Korea Before he left he said something about connecting with his new culture and his new age.

He was really lucky to end up in the body of “Yoon” a 25-year-old Korean man who was just at the station to take a couple of photos for his Instagram, at first Grandpa was puzzled by his adorable face and body. of a Greek god but now from all the pictures on the beach and in clubs on the other side of the world, it seems that he is having fun with his second chance. I can't say the same for the real Yoon, The term in my father's fat and old African-American body, and is living in a government asylum for people affected by the incident that's another story...

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[phanchester]

VAMPIRE MOON

Just as it was written by @amazingphil with no additional edits

Chapter 1: Lunar Fusion

The moon hung low in the sky, its eerie glow casting long shadows across the abandoned streets of Sunnydale. Oz had finished his show at the Bronze and rather than going back to his dorm he found himself prowling the alleys, his senses heightened by the full moon’s pull. It wasn’t fully out yet but he could feel the primal draw of the wolf within. He could feel the beast within him stirring, yearning to be unleashed. But there was something else tonight, something that set his instincts on edge.

Spike.

The vampire had always been a wild card, unpredictable and dangerous. But there was a magnetism between them, a primal attraction that Oz couldn’t deny. And tonight, under the watchful eye of the moon, that attraction would lead them down a path neither could hve foreseen. 

Oz found him lurking in the shadows, his eyes gleaming with hunger. There was a hunger in those eyes that mirrored Oz’s own, a hunger for power and control.

Without a word, Oz moved closer, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Spike,” Oz breathed, his voice low and husky with desire. “What are you doing here?”

Spike smirked, his fangs glinting in the moonlight. “Just out for a stroll, love. Fancy some company?”

Oz hesitated for a moment, the beast within him urging him to run. He knew Spike could kill him instantly without setting off the government chip nestled in his brain, but there was something about Spike, somethin that drew him in despite the danger. 

With a nod, he stepped closer, his pulse quickening with anticipation

“Sure,” Oz said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Why not?”

They entered a graveyard and Spike started to point to graves of nobles he had killed over 100 years ago.

“That one owed me bloody money”

“He tasted delicious”

“He was hot and also tasted delicious”

Oz couldn’t help but notice Spike was only pointing out the graves of guys he’d killed but this talk of another guy being hot awakened something he had himself too. Oz’d experimented with a few guys but it had been a while since he’d felt that draw, was it the moon, was it Spike’s charisma? Was it both? Something was pulling him towards the 150 year old vampire.

They reached a clearing and the moon got even higher in the sky

“Getting a bit prickly hamster boy?” Spike grinned.

“I have an hour or so left” Oz repleid.

“Shame to ruin those jeans when you rip out of them”

As they turned towards the mauseleoum, Spike shoved Oz hard into the wall and started kissing him. Oz was startled but kissed back but it wasn’t his human side in charge - he had started to change. And with that, as if called by the moon Oz’s transformation into his wolf form had begun

Before he got too hairy, Spike lunged forward, his fangs sinking deep into Oz’s neck. The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure as Oz felt himself being consumed by the darkness. 

But as Spike drank the band members blood, something unexpected happened. Oz felt his body contort and twist, his bones shifting and reshaping themselves into something new and terrible. When Spike finally pulled away, Oz was no longer just a werewolf - he was something more. 

He was a VAMPIRE WOLF, something new, something exciting..

His fur was now a dark shade of midnight black, sleek and shimmering in the moonlight. His eyes shone a fiery gold. His eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, brighter than the moon. And his fangs were longer and sharper than ever before, gleeming with a deadly beauty. 

“What… what have you done to me?” Oz gasped, his voice a mix of fear and wonder. 

Spike grinned, his eyes burning with triumph. 

“I’ve given you what you’ve always wanted, mate. Power. Strength. Immortality…I guess with a furry twist”

Oz howled up to the full moon as his eyes turned crimson red. This new form of evil was consuming him. His still bare back started to split and deep crimson wings sprouted from between his shoulder blades.

“Oh bloody hell what is that” Spike shreiked as Oz’s new wings started to flap

And as the moon shone down upon them, casting it’s eerie light over their twisted forms, Spike and Oz embraced their new existence, bound together by the primal forces that had brought them together.

Before they could share another moment…

Oz took flight.

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