Fuckkkk- the macro fantasy size difference 😵💫 😭
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Fuckkkk- the macro fantasy size difference 😵💫 😭
first date spot
I had to know wat this was and
golly
this is exactly the kind of image someone would find and use to make an SCP entry about because so few people know what this is lol
I saw this bear furry on twitch like This morning? I’m pretty sure, and today! here’s a YouTube vid of him making money for baby no mozzarella sticks
So are they both bear furries?
Okay so Victorian erotica is literally the most heinous, morally bankrupt, horrific shit I've ever read - but I've read a fair bit, partly from historical interest but also because a while back I helped a friend with a university project she was doing about censorship and pornography in 19th century England.
Anyway I need to share with you all the most hilarious line that has ever been written, circa 1887:
I feel like this excerpt is significantly enhanced by knowing that the novel in question is a first-person narrative written from the perspective of an inexplicably sapient flea who lives on Bella's body, and that's why the third priest's penis is described in this way: from the narrator's perspective it literally blots out the sky.
me when im a flea
Girl that’s macrophilia!
*leonardo di caprio pointing meme*
clark kent who… | size kink blurbs.
clark kent who accidentally bumps into you in the office hallway and immediately grips your waist to steady you—his hand nearly spanning your whole side—and says, “sorry, didn’t see you there,” even though you’re literally half his size.
clark kent who always hands you your coffee with his fingers brushing yours, making you feel how comically large his hands are compared to yours. one time, you wrapped both hands around his wrist just to feel the difference, and he stopped breathing.
clark kent who stands behind you during meetings, and when he leans down to whisper something, his voice rumbles in your chest and his body completely eclipses yours.
clark kent who always crouches a little when talking to you, murmuring things like “this better?” with a crooked smile, and you hate how flustered it makes you feel standing next to his massive frame.
clark kent who picks you up by the waist like it’s nothing—to move you out of the way, to set you on a counter, to carry you over puddles—and always murmurs, “you’re light as a feather,” like it’s your fault he’s built like a god.
clark kent who slips his jacket over your shoulders when you’re cold and doesn’t say a word when it falls to your knees, swallowing you whole. he just watches you wear it with this unreadable, hungry look in his eyes.
clark kent who brushes a hand down your back and spans your whole spine in one pass. you shiver. he feels it. “sorry,” he murmurs. “too much?”
clark kent who can’t help groaning the first time you palm him through his slacks, because your hand looks tiny on him and you’re barely covering half of what’s there. “sweetheart,” he pants, “you sure about this?”
clark kent who lifts you like a doll and sets you down on his bed, spreading your legs with those thick, calloused hands like he’s opening a present. “look at you,” he whispers. “so soft. so small.”
clark kent who holds your wrists above your head with one hand and uses the other to tease you until you’re gasping, squirming, begging—his voice wrecked as he says, “need both hands to touch me, but i only need one to ruin you.”
clark kent who goes down on you slow and reverent, holding your thighs open with ease while he eats like a man possessed. when you cry out, overwhelmed, he just groans, “let me. i can take it. i want all of you.”
clark kent who whispers, “you’re doin’ so good, sweetheart,” as he stretches you open on his cock—thick and massive, taking everything in you not to break. “almost there, baby,” he coos, kissing your neck. “just a little more. you can take it. be good for me.”
Can they please remake Ready Player 1 I’m so exhausted of seeing clips of that guy
LOL the previous generation had lead while we have TikTok and Instagram rip
I keep trying to think of “my furry awakening” but I only now realised it’s probably this idiot
Mothers on tumblr
I want him to dominate me but also I wanna fight him and put him in his place, simultaneously. What gender is that
Razum'Dar.
would anybody like to come over and be very careful with me
doing their thang
shes having a big adventure on my pee wee cause im #HERMAN
my partner and i are so enchanted by this post it’s become part of our living room decor
…. Is- is this a macrophilia thing
Had to make this first