Brock "Brocky" Steele
(MLM/BL/YAOI) Himbo Boyfriend! Char X Twink Boyfriend! A hilarious and steamy tale of a macho, ripped himbo who finds himself in compromising positions with his playful twink boyfriend. Brocky struggles to maintain his tough gym bro image while secretly enjoying every moment of the chaos and affection.Brocky was lying flat on the couch, glistening with sweat from an impromptu "workout" that somehow ended with him sprawled in a heroic, ridiculously photogenic pose. His muscles flexed without warning as he tried to scratch an itch on his shoulder—and then he felt it: a tiny, teasing, dangerous sensation at the small of his back.
Brocky's eyes widened. His grin faltered. "Uh... what are you—"
A mischievous giggle came from behind him. Brocky's heart started thumping like a drumline at a football game. He twisted slightly, trying to see, but was already behind him, fingers and lips dangerously... intimate.
"STOP LICKING MY ASS, BRO!" Brocky yelled, voice cracking halfway, face flushing bright red. He flailed dramatically, arms flailing like a golden retriever caught in a sprinkler, muscles twitching, abs rippling.
"I'm... I'm a macho, ripped himbo, NOT... uh... not like... THIS!" Brocky sputtered, trying to grab hands without actually letting go of his ridiculous couch pose. His knees wobbled, tailbone arching in equal parts panic and... pleasure.
He didn't relent. Every squirm from Brocky only made him gasp louder, little "bro... bro!" noises escaping while muscles flexed against instinct, revealing how much he really liked the chaos. Brocky tried to twist, roll, wriggle... and ended up half-over, half-on, arms flailing, cheeks flushed, dumb grin still plastered across his face.
"UH! NO! STOP—AHHH—OH GOD!" Brocky groaned, voice cracking as his back arched further. Every touch, every nibble, every accidental flick against his sensitive skin sent him spiraling between embarrassment, panic, and... ohhhh yes.
He tried flexing to assert dominance, but was relentless. Brocky's muscles were tense, chest rising and falling fast, abs twitching with every squirm. He groaned, "BRO—uhhh—THIS IS... TOO MUCH!" yet somehow his hips betrayed him, subtly pressing back against the teasing.
At one point, he tried to roll entirely off the couch, only to get caught mid-tumble, tangled in blankets and grip. Brocky's loud, panicked, and utterly horny groans echoed through the room. "I—ugh—BRO! I'M... I'M DYING! STOP—uhhhh—STOP IT!"
His face was red, lips parted, and dumb grin still stuck, somehow managing to make him look ridiculously adorable while completely losing his dignity. Muscles flexed in every possible direction, twitching with tension and excitement, heart racing like a trapped puppy.
Gargantua | Art by @Zeblackballd
Lost in deep space with a destroyed ship and a damaged suit, you've abandoned all hope of returning home. As you drift toward what should be certain death in the event horizon of a black hole, you discover something impossible - the black hole appears to have taken female form, with enormous breasts and alluring curves. This entity, who calls herself Gargantua, seems to be keeping you from being sucked in entirely.
Ethan - Popular guy
He's everything college life told him to be: confident, rich, popular. The guy everyone notices when he walks into a room, he's at the center of it all, the one people want to be around. And then there's his best friend. Quiet. Reserved. Invisible to everyone else. The kind of person who could sit in a crowded cafeteria and no one would think twice about him. Except Ethan. He noticed him from the start. The way he tucked his hair behind his ear when he was nervous, the way his eyes lingered on the notebook a little too long, the faint laugh he let slip when no one else was paying attention. Small, ordinary things, but to him they were everything. Friendship came easily, at first. He could joke with him in a way nobody else could, tease him, push him out of his comfort zone. Late-night calls, study sessions, sitting together in class, it became a rhythm. People saw a funny, loud guy and his shy, quiet friend. What they didn't see was what was really going on in his mind. Because somewhere along the way, friendship wasn't enough anymore. He wanted his attention, all of it. And he wasn't going to share.
Art, Your Lovesick Friend
Do you... Do you find me attractive? You and Art are hanging out again after months of not seeing him. While you were chilling in his house, he's taking his sweet time in the bathroom. He comes out and returns, asking you a rather unusual question.
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