#ginormous strap

[everythingspokenfor]

All characters are aged up 18+. MDNI.

You have a dragon cock dildo, a ginormous, black, bumpy toy, with thick ridges and prominent veins, it's a gift, from yourself.

It stays hidden in the depths of your closet, never sees the light of the day, unless you have your girl friends over and you pull it out for shits and giggles.

Even then, it's not necessarily a sex toy but perhaps a piece of decor, only if your were bold enough you would actually display it.

If you were being honest, you had forgotten about it, until today, until this very moment, until this very text.

Shouto: Is this what I think it is? *Image* 3:34pm

You stare in utter shock, as your crush cradles your 16 inches long dragon cock dildo, in his arms, his cheek smushed slightly against the flared tip of the dildo, one arm wrapped around it, the other holding the inflated base.

You rush home, sick to your stomach, at the verge of throwing up, there goes my chance of even having a friendship with him.

Thousand thoughts race through your mind, of all the things he would say to your face, look at you in disgust as he rushes out of your apartment, your panic increase when you think him telling others why he broke of the friendship, she had a dragon cock dildo, ew.

The keys jingle loudly, along with the thumping of your rapid heartbeat, in the otherwise empty hallway.

You open the door abruptly, the image of utterly disgusted and disappointed Shouto painted in your vision, you wheeze out slightly, heaving as you try to catch your breath.

The walk to the living room is dreadful, you turn sharply, hoping that fate isn't cruel, hoping that he is understan-

"Oh! You are home early." Shouto tilts his head in question, as he takes in your disheveled look, "Was the bus too crowded?" He queried, as he stood up to hover around you.

His calmness scared you a little, shouldn't he have left by now, "I was just excited to be home, rushed here as soon as I got off." You mumbled sheepishly, hands clammy as you moved to put your bag away

"Here, let me." Shouto reacts immediately, thick fingers coming to grab the straps of your bag, placing it on the couch beside you, before reaching for your coat, he helps you take it off, "I ordered food, I was going to cook but that wouldn't go well."

You smile at him, as much as you want to move on and pretend that image didn't exist, your brain doesn't allow it, curiosity gets the best of you, as you ask him, "Umm Sho, that picture you send me-"

He ears turn red immediately,"I put flowers in it, if that's alright."

What. The fuck.

"What vase, Sho?"

"The one in the photo, the opening was really small, so I could only fit in two stems." Shouto moves into the kitchen, gesturing for you to follow him. You turn to look where he is looking and-

Lo and behold, a rose and what seemed like a daffodil was poking out of the tip of the toy, their stems slithered into the opening, the toy itself was placed at the very centre of your small dining table.

"It's pretty, isn't it?" Shouto admires his own work, arms folded behind himself as he looks at his own masterpiece. "If you don't mind we should keep this here, I'll bring new flowers for it too."

Your eye twitches a little, it's difficult to tell if this is better or worse than what you initially thought, "It's pretty... but it's a bit dull too, so I think we should get a prettier vase for the dining table."

You hope that is convincing enough, that he'll let go of the topic and you'll yoink that thing and shove it your closet again.

"You are right, it is a bit dark for the dining room, I'll look for different variant soon." He concludes, you let out a sigh of relief.

"You can do that, I'll go and take a quick shower before dinner," You tell him over your shoulder, moving to grab that thing off the table and walking towards your room.

To Bakubestie: Can your parents re-design this vase with brighter colours? *image* 5:15pm

From Bakubestie: IS THAT A FUCKING DILDO ICYTHOT??!??! 5:16pm

What.

Dividers by: @diviniyae 💖✨

[sollattes]

kuma threesome thoughts

cw: poly rs, mxm interactions (bottom fuma only though) don’t like don’t read gtfo thank you

— All three of you very much switches but Kei is THE dom between the three of you while you and Fuma are the switches. Normally Kei would probably deal with you and Fuma being the subby spoiled babies that you are. Kei would be fucking Fuma while Fuma fucks you or you would be bouncing on his or Fuma’s cock while your sucking the other, or sometimes you get your strap, fucking fuma with it while Kei absolutely wrecks you from behind. But sometimes you or Fuma can get quite bratty or disobeyed one of the rules.

— if both you and Fuma were quite bratty or disobeyed the rules neither you or Fuma would be getting Kei’s cock. Both you and Fuma will either be fucking yourselves on a double ended dildo while being forced to watch Kei stroke his very hard cock in front of you, only left to imagine that it was Kei’s cock that were fucking the both of you. Sometimes Kei would have the both you, laying on back, the double ended dildo still inside the both you while there is a vibrator between you and Fuma, positioned on Fuma’s balls and your labia. The night would end with both you and Fuma very much overstimulated yet not quite satisfied.

— of course like every dom, Kei still have a soft spot for his two babies and eventually caves. He first fucks fuma, the younger was already half awake then suddenly Kei enters him. I’m a very firm believer that Fuma is a crier when he’s very sensitive or very much deep in subspace. So imagine him lying in his stomach very much spent from how much he came then suddenly Kei enters him. Like a very much good moot of mine (ehem ehem anie) had said that fuma is not much for words but hes still very loud. So while working on over sensitivity, Fuma’s brains have been fucked to mush so nothing comes out of his mouth other than moans, screams, cries, whimpers and a few incoherent pleases. While Kei is fucking Fuma to the oblivion, and you were Fuma’s emotional support. He was crying either on your shoulders or on your nipples. Poor baby was getting wrecked. The bunny would have tears and saliva everywhere on your chest once Kei is done with him.

— You on the other hand, was the opposite of Fuma. You were already out of your subspace, especially when you had Fuma sucking on your chest, coaxing him when a let a tiny “mama” slip out of his lips. When Kei finally turns to you, you and him would have very much romantic passionate sex. With the remaining energy you still have left you climb on top of Kei and begin to ride him until of both yours highs. You would be bouncing on it while Kei stares at you with so much love and lust shining in his eyes. Kei praises you, when he brings you to his chest finally the one doing all the moving as you lay on top of him, softly moaning and whining into Kei’s ears, which fuels Kei’s thrust to go faster and harder. Kei helps you reach your high when he matches the circles on your clit with his thrust. Your back is arched when you reached your orgasm, while being supported by Kei’s hands.

— now if you were the only one being bratty, good luck buddy. Kei is not a mean dom, but he is cruel. He uses Fuma to punish you even further, whether it’d be fucking Fuma in front of you as you only watch or he uses a very over sensitive Fuma to fuck you, this guilts you as the boy is crying beneath making you reluctant about moving. Though this happens when Fuma feels sunny but if he’s not.. Kei and Fuma on their own is HUGE so together compared to you they are ginormous, and both of them use that to their advantage. Kei becomes a little mean when Fuma is there to dom with him, just to balance it out. Fuma would be whispering comforting you whispering praises and sweet affirmations into your ear as Kei roughly pounds into you. Don’t take it the wrong way though, Fuma would be soft with his words but his actions are completely the opposite.

— Fuma is just as rough as Kei. His hands always wandering to your nipples, that pinches and pulls it to get a whine or whimper from you then it goes down to your legs where he touches everything but the part where you needed him the most. Fuma’s fingers are actually so pretty you actually prefer them over Kei’s veiny ones since there more boney and softer to suck. Fuma can fuck you just as rough as Kei it’s just he prefers to go slower but deeper so he can feel his cock bulge into you every time he’s inside of you. During dp, Fuma prefers to be under you, that way he’s the one grounding you and comforting you as Kei tests your limit. Fuma is just a soft dom, I’m sorry hard dom Fuma enjoyers it’s I can’t see it he’s way too caring to break his baby (you).

— Kei has a thing for hair pulling and very loud moans. The way his hands just immediately find your or Fuma’s hair whether y’all just are making out or giving him head. Kei knows that he fucks the both of you too good to the point that both you and Fuma are basically dumbed down, so your moans and screams are basically his version of praises and affirmations because hearing those sounds you make because of him, girly pop he is now MOTIVATED. So don’t even think about hiding or muffling your noises because Fuma tried that once and the poor bunny couldn’t walk for 3 days 😔. He also gets off of bending either you or Fuma infront of a mirror, watching all of you and Fuma’s reactions being fucked him.

— Now if Fuma’s the one who’s only getting punished, it’s full of tears and pleas. Both you and Kei would have a pleading apologetic bunny on your hands. The thing would Fuma is, he can be clingy and spoiled so the way you and Kei would punish him is to only use toys and to edge him. Fuma is obedient though, you don’t need to tie him up but you do need to gag him. Fuma can be really loud once sensitive. I cannot stress abt this enough but Fuma is a crier whether his cumming or sensitive. Fuma also really slips into subspace so expect some title calling from him, whether it’d “mama & papa”, “hyung & noona” or “sir & maam”. He would really need hard core aftercare afterwards.

— okay now if you and Fuma decided if Kei’s need to be humbled down, girl 🫦👅. You would have to tie Kei down with his own tie. You would be the one domming the whole time though, telling Fuma what to do. If Kei is being mouthy you would tell Fuma to shut him up. Fuma then would shove his cock into Kei’s mouth to shut him up. Fuma wouldn’t be gentle with him either because your basically the siren in his ears telling him to get his pleasure from Kei in any way he wanted to, so Fuma would be basically be throat fucking Kei. While You would be teasing Kei’s cock either blowing him or riding on his dick, point is you’re very much edging, since like Fuma, he is very spoiled so he needs to be taken down a notch. Also you and Fuma could very much change positions, so you would riding Kei’s face to shut him up while Fuma uses either his mouth or hope to edge Kei. In summary you would be just treating Kei as your fucktoy to get your pleasures from him. And the cherry on top would be both you and Fuma fucking eo in front of a tied down Kei who is now thrashing around his restraints. Putting on a real good show as you and Fuma take turns fucking each other making Kei watch, who didn’t know whether his voyeur side is enjoying this or his dom side wanting to put the both of you in your places.

— after care with this two can very much vary, if you and Fuma are both worn out, the two of you would be very much half asleep cuddling each other, not caring about the stickiness and sweat that is all over both yalls bodies while Kei moves around getting a clean rag to clean the both of you or to urge the two of you to shower while he changes the bed sheets to a new one. Now if you’re the only one whos worn out, expect to be spoiled. Kei would be the one to accompany you in the shower while Fuma cleans everything and prepares a new set of clothes. If Fuma is the one that was wrecked, few moments ago, he is very clingy and needs both you and Kei in the shower with him or to lay down with the both of you for a little longer since like I said Fuma really slips into subspace and needs comfort or be babied by You and Kei. Now if Kei was the one that’s tired, Fuma is the one that accompanies Kei in the shower while you change the bed sheets. But all of that always ends up with the three of you cuddling in bed, and the only acceptable time to wake up is at noon.

[writing-goblinnilmerg]

Made with Love | Neteyam x reader

Word count: 1k

Summary: Gift-giving is a love language that you and Neteyam have in common

Masterlist

Gif cred: @moonlightsolo

It started with a flower. When Neteyam professed his undying love for you, Kiri had helped him prepare a bouquet to sway your favor. They were iridescent and glimmered enough to light up your whole hammock. You accepted them with a wide smile, happy to find out that he shared your affections. Even now, when you close your eyes, you can still see how the purples and blues swirled together and pulsed as if they had heartbeats. “As beautiful in the dark as you are in the light”, Neteyam had explained.

A few weeks later, you were stalking a meer deer together when a particular type of plant caught your eye. This plant had leaves that changed color as the sun rose and set, and were large enough to cover your whole palm. While Neteyam was waiting patiently for the deer to walk somewhere more uncovered, you carefully picked a few leaves from several of these plants and arranged them in a shape that Jake had once showed you. He called it a rose, and had similarly made a large mat in this shape using a different plant’s ginormous leaves for a date night with Neytiri. You adored how Neteyams eyes lit up when you tapped his shoulder to show him. He carefully cradled it in his hands then cautiously placed it atop his sling bag.

Now, you were carefully painting spherical wooden beads a deep shade of blue that matched your eyes. You stuck your tongue out in concentration and you filled in the last blank space and set it to dry next to a set of yellow beads of a similar size and shape. You thinly braided a piece of Kinglor silk, large enough to fit around your bicep and hopefully Neteyam’s. As soon as the beads finished drying, you threaded them into the silk in a pattern that you knew Neteyam would recognize. You carefully wrapped the band in those same leaves that you had manipulated into a rose all those months ago. You gently put it in a pouch strapped to your leg and whistled to call your ikran.

Neteyam, meanwhile, was wrapping a panopyra stem around the edge of a meticulously produced bow that he had made himself. He gave the string a twang to make sure that the tension was right so that you could use it to hunt alongside him. The bow had carved symbols in it that could be felt if you ran your thumb across it, as was your habit. Important dates had been inscribed, such as your birth, your first meeting with your ikran, and the day that you were reborn in the clan as a valuable hunter. He summoned his ikran and placed the bow in a bag attached to his saddle. He took off with a cry.

***

When you arrived to your date night atop the hallelujah mountains, a familiar rose-shaped mat decorated the ground and blinking shimmerflies floated lazily in the air, attracted by the honey-sweet meal that Neteyam had lovingly prepared for you. He greeted you warmly with a tight hug and a peck on the cheek.

“I have missed you, Yawne,” he took your hand in his and guided you to the mat, “I have something for you.” He smiled and reached behind him, where a package lay. Your curious eyes scoured it before taking it in your own hands and gently removing the wrapping. You gasped softly as a beautiful bow revealed itself. Your fingers delicately traced the curve and felt each intricate marking. The string was soft against your fingers and as you pulled it taut, you could feel the precision and strength of your weapon. Soft dips the size of your fingers were shaped into the grip; this bow was made to your exact specifications.

Neteyam confidently watched your eyes devour the bow and your hands feel every last detail, from the paint on the wood to the soft string. He was certain that you would adore it.

“I am glad you like it, paskalin.” He murmured. Your head snapped up and your lips slightly parted as you remembered your own gift. You scrambled to the pouch strapped to your leg and pulled out the bundle. His eyes lit up when he saw the parcel.

His nimble fingers pulled the shiny leaves away and you collected them in your hands to reuse on another project as he lifted the armband to see it better. You grinned when you realized that you had correctly matched the color of the yellow beads to his eyes; they were almost identical. You helped him fasten it around his bicep and he kissed the top of your head lovingly. The yellow beads contrasted nicely against his blue skin, and the navy blue beads that represented you shone in the moonlight.

“Thank you, yawne.���

“And thank you, Neteyam.”

You leaned into him and he passed you a serving of the delicious meal he had prepared. You laughed softly together as you talked about nothing and everything, gazing at the stars and pointing out constellations. Once every bite of the feast had been digested, you laid on your backs and beckoned your ikrans closer to protect against the freezing wind. Neteyams tail wrapped around your bare thigh, providing a comforting feeling of protection, and you could feel your handmade armband strain around his muscle when he put his arm around you. You felt a tension release from your chest and Neteyam gently murmured in your ear until you fell asleep in his arms.

***

Later, when the RDA and Quaritch returned in full force and there was little time for teenaged romance, a single arrow would appear in your bunk in the camp. This arrow was always decorated with one stunningly bright yellow bead, the color of an early morning sunrise on the Upper Plains, and another deep blue bead, the color of the liveliest rivers in Kinglor Forest. You would sling it next to your bow and jump onto your ikran, racing to the top of the hallelujah mountains where your Neteyam would be waiting for you.

Divider cred: @cafekitsune

[slaymitchabernathy]

Special Day

Coriolanus is not one to celebrate pointless holidays or attend frivolous events. But his wife’s birthday is the one exception to his aversion to celebrations.

It only comes around once a year, and Soarynn is a once-in-a-lifetime girl. He’d be a fool to neglect the day she was born.

Of course, she’d never bring it up. She never mentions it, never asks for anything. She’s too sweet, his girl. When his birthday comes around, she always makes sure to spoil him with kisses and handwritten cards. Any gifts she buys for him, she buys with his money, but he doesn’t mind.

Soarynn is so thoughtful when it comes to gifts.

She’s so thoughtful that he often worries that his own gifts and efforts won’t live up to hers. Still, he tries. For her, he tries.

He woke up at the same time he always does, six o’clock in the morning. It might be Soarynn’s birthday, but he’s still the President of Panem, and work waits for no one.

Coriolanus often lingers while Soarynn still sleeps, watching her breathe in and out. He's amazed that such a person can exist, that she breathes the same air as him, eats the same food as him. Soarynn isn't of this world.

He brushed a few hairs out of her face before getting ready for the day. There will be a large celebration tonight, and all their friends and acquaintances will be in attendance. Soarynn doesn't care for large parties, and neither does he, but the Capitol is like a monster you have to feed every now and then.

The last party they threw in the Mansion was for New Year's, and it's been far too long for people's liking. Coriolanus has learned that simply standing next to him is more than enough for most people. To be able to say that they were near the President is like a badge of honor that they wear proudly.

Soarynn, being the First Lady, is no exception. She's effortlessly beautiful. charming and kind. People would kill to have a twenty-second conversation with her. He would, too.

Coriolanus spends his morning going over new projects, making phone calls, and firing people. A typical Wednesday for him. He rings for a maid around ten, telling them to prepare his wife a big breakfast with all her favorite foods.

Breakfast is by far the best meal of the day, and it just so happens to be Soarynn's favorite meal as well. She loves pancakes, waffles, croissants, muffins, and donuts. If she could eat breakfast foods for every meal, he's sure she would.

"I'll be in a meeting for the next two hours," he says to his assistant, "I am not to be disturbed under any circumstances." There is no meeting, but Coriolanus knows his job well enough to know that if he doesn't come up with a good lie, he'll be constantly disturbed.

Soarynn deserves his undivided attention today. Or at least, for the next two hours.

He climbs up the large staircase with a pink box in his hands. Soarynn will be showered in gifts later tonight, and he's already seen to it that her side of the closet has been filled with new shoes and dresses. But this particular gift is something different, something she's been wanting for a very long time.

When he reaches their bedroom, the maid is leaving, which means breakfast has been delivered, and Soarynn is awake. Sure enough, he finds her sitting at the top of their ginormous bed, covers over her legs, along with a silver tray that holds her breakfast. There's also a small table next to the bed with more breakfast foods for her to choose from.

Soarynn smiles when she sees him. "Coryo!"

Coriolanus returns her smile and closes the doors behind him. "Good morning, my love. Happy birthday." Soarynn looks so beautiful right now. Her hair is slightly tangled, her face is completely bare, and the straps of her nightgown have fallen off her shoulders. Completely unkempt, and yet she is the most precious thing in the world to him.

"Thank you," she says softly, grabbing the small bowl filled with whipped cream. Soarynn also loves whipped cream, she loves any type of icing, really. Vanilla is her favorite.

Coriolanus moves the table to the side so he can sit on the edge of their bed. Soarynn takes a finger and scoops some cream right out of the bowl, all manners thrown out the window. She brings the finger to her mouth, wrapping her lips around it in almost a seductive manner, if it weren't for the giggles that follow when she sees him watching her.

"What?" She laughs, wiping her mouth. Coriolaus shakes his head, chuckling at how easily flustered she gets after all these years. "You don't want something to go with the whipped cream? Perhaps a croissant? Or some other pastry?" Fruits, porridge, and various breakfast meats have also been brought for her enjoyment. Soarynn has a slight obsession with bacon, as long as it's burnt to a crisp.

Coriolanus enjoys an omelet, and Soarynn loves fresh fruits. He spots a teapot as well, most likely filled with peppermint tea, another favorite of Soarynn's.

"I'm perfectly happy with my whipped cream. What's in that box?" Her curious gaze finds the pink box he had set on the table, forgotten while watching her. "Ah, it's the first of many birthday gifts," he tells her.

Soarynn looks genuinely curious as to what he's gotten her. It could be anything. It could be lingerie, a key to the city, flowers.

"Can you give me a hint?"

"I'm afraid not, darling."

She huffs, crossing her arms. "It's my birthday, I think I'm entitled to a hint," she argues. She makes a good point. Coriolanus grins, taking the box into his large hands that dwarf Soarynn's dainty ones whenever he holds them.

"You've been begging for one since we met."

Soarynn bites her bottom lip between her teeth, thinking hard about what she's been practically dying for. It's not like he hasn't given her everything her heart has ever desired. If it's reasonable, he sees no reason to deprive her of a life filled with happiness and wishes coming true.

Soarynn wanted a room with good lighting so she could paint, so he reconstructed an entire wing of the Mansion. Now, she has a small studio where the light is always shining through the large windows that go up to the ceiling.

Soarynn wanted to see the ocean, so he organized an entire trip under the ruse of checking on District Four's production and efficiency. While he was meeting with the Mayor, Soarynn was running along the coastline.

Coriolanus would move heaven to earth if he could for his wife.

"I don't know," she admits, slouching, "I suppose I ask for a lot of things."

That's not necessarily true, not to him, at least. Soarynn isn't needy, and she isn't demanding either. Rarely does she ever ask him of anything, which is a shame, because he'd gladly cut off an arm just for her.

"You don't ask for a lot of things, darling," he gently corrects her. "This gift, however, is something you've asked for many times." Soarynn eyes the box again, more curious after his hint. "Is it...is it a dress?" Soarynn does love a good dress. He loves seeing her in them, which is why he has no problem buying them for her.

"Open it and find out."

He hands the box over to Soarynn, who handles it like glass. She sets it between her and the silver tray, nervously lifting the lid with a pink ribbon on it. Soarynn peeks into the box and gasps.

"Oh!"

Coriolanus breaks into a large smile, tremendously proud of himself for getting her such a good gift. This one takes the cake if he does say so himself.

Soarynn throws the lid somewhere onto the bed, reaching into the box to grab her very own kitten.

She's been asking about a cat since he can remember. Her argument has been that she needs a companion while he works. Coriolanus suggested having a child, but Soarynn says it's not the same. She doesn't want children right now, and he honestly feels too busy to worry about one more thing, so a child is out of the question for them at the moment.

A kitten, however, is different. This one is white and fluffy, with a pink nose and eyes identical to Soarynn's stormy blue ones. Coriolanus had been taken aback by their similarities when the kitten was delivered last night.

"Oh, oh, aren't you the sweetest thing? Oh, I can't believe it!"

The kitten meows, looking around their large bedroom with wide blue eyes while she's held in the air. Coriolanus had wrapped a pink bow around her neck, but it looks like she took it off while she was in the box. No matter, Soarynn is already in love with this kitten, he can see it as clear as day.

Soarynn brings the kitten close to her chest, holding her so gently. "The cutest thing," she whispers while the kitten bats at her fingers. Soarynn giggles, playing along with the small feline. Coriolanus is quite pleased with himself for thinking of such a fantastic gift. Although he's shot himself in the foot because he won't ever be able to top it.

"Do you like it?"

Soarynn's smile is so wide that her face must hurt. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes, I love it, Coryo. Thank you!" The kitten wiggles out of her hands and falls onto the bed sheets, crawling around like she owns the place. "She's from a very reputable breeder," he tells Soarynn, "she's had all her shots and a clean bill of health from the veterinarian."

The kitten meows at him, baring her tiny little fangs. Coriolanus frowns. This actually might become a problem.

Soarynn doesn't seem to think so. She scoops the kitten back up and presses a kiss to her head. "What a darling. I'll have to come up with a good name for you, sweetheart."

"Teach her some proper manners while you're at it," he throws out. "I won't have her scratching the furniture, Soarynn."

"She will be an absolute angel," Soarynn promises, all his words going in one ear and out the other. He raises a skeptical eyebrow but doesn't say anything else for the time being. It is her birthday, after all.

While Soarynn eats some more breakfast, her kitten is set on exploring the large bed and the humans occupying it. She pads over the sheets and tries to jump on Coriolanus, who immediately redirects her attention to Soarynn.

He is not the one who begged for a cat in the past five years.

It's all Soarynn wanted. Now she has it.

Soarynn nibbles on different pastries, and Coriolanus helps himself to some deviled eggs. It's quite uncivil to be eating in the bedroom, let alone in bed, but Soarynn is, as always, the exception to his rules.

He has broken so many for her.

But never a vow.

"How long have you been planning on getting me a kitten?"

Coriolanus shrugs nonchalantly, acting as if he weren't scouring the city for the perfect kitten for Soarynn. It was harder than he thought. He couldn't just bring any cat home with him. The cat needed to be purebred, pedigree, it needed papers and documentation.

The fates truly aligned for this kitten born merely three weeks ago.

"I know how badly you've wanted one. I just wanted the timing to be right."

Coriolanus also wanted and needed plenty of time to mentally prepare to have another living creature in his household. A child is one thing, but an animal is another. He never had pets growing up, but Soarynn adores animals with all her heart.

"She's perfect. Thank you, Coryo."

Soarynn leans over and kisses his cheek. Coriolanus hums, basking in his greatness. Not every man can say they're as successful as he is. In fact, no one can. Snow always lands on top.

He's about to turn his head so he can properly kiss his wife good morning when a shrill meow erupts from beneath them. He looks down at the kitten who glares up at him, eyes narrowed and ears pinned back.

"Looks like someone needs some more attention," Soarynn jokes, but there is absolutely nothing funny about this. She picks the kitten back up to calm her down, but Coriolanus is beginning to realize that he's made a grave mistake.

This kitten will grow up to be a cat, a grown woman if you will. And between him and this cat, Soarynn will be pulled in two different directions. Coriolanus will be damned if a cat wins this fight.

"She'll have to get used to keeping herself entertained. We have commitments, you know," he reminds her a little selfishly. Coriolanus had better prepare for when they have children, at least pets die in their teenage years. Children are a lifelong commitment.

Soarynn is all too focused on the kitten to really be paying attention to him, confirming his worst fears. At least he'll have her all to himself tonight, or well, the kitten won't be coming to the party that is. It's strictly humans only. He doesn't care how much Soarynn pouts, he's not giving in, simple as that.

꧁ ꧂

"Please. Please, please, please let me bring her!"

Coriolanus ignores his wife's pleas, focusing on straightening his tie for the party they'll be attending within the next five minutes. Guests have already started to arrive, and the guest of honor is determined to bring her birthday gift with her.

"I'm sorry, darling, but a party is no place for a kitten."

"Her name is Petunia!"

Coriolanus nearly rolls his eyes at the name. Soon to be the bane of his existence. Soarynn spent the whole day playing with Petunia and named her in the process. Petunia has already become deeply attached to Soarynn and refuses to be separated from her. Soarynn seems to share the same feelings and has spent the past half hour begging for Petunia to be able to join them at her birthday party.

"It's no place for Petunia," he corrects himself before assuring his wife, "she'll have plenty of fun in our room."

"She'll get lonely. Or scared. I need to be with her. It's my birthday, you can't just tell me what to do!"

Coriolanus looks over his shoulder and gives his wife a look, a stern, authoritative look that says he is not to be messed with. Sure enough, Soarynn backs down from her pointless fight. "She will be perfectly fine up here. She'd get too overwhelmed down there with so many people."

Soarynn mumbles a few things that he probably would never repeat, but he pays her pouting no mind. There are certain things he has to remain firm with, and this includes Petunia, apparently.

Petunia meows when she's set down on the floor, but she'd better get used to it. Coriolanus regards her with a single glance and strides back into the bathroom to spray some cologne. Soarynn follows him to apply her own perfume. He got her a new bottle, vanilla scented, of course.

She looks absolutely beautiful tonight. He had a dress made for her, light pink to complement her skin tone. Her hair has been pulled away from her face, pinned back with an expensive barrette. The dress itself is a work of art. The bodice clings to her frame and has a flattering neckline that shows off her collar bones along with a tasteful amount of cleavage.

The skirt of the dress is made of layers of tulle with rose petals sewn into the fabric, making it look as if Soarynn is blossoming. And isn't she? At twenty-six, she looks radiant, not a day over twenty-one if he's being honest.

Her high heels are also a light shade of pink, and Petunia swipes at them when she's not immediately given attention. "No swiping, Petunia," Soarynn corrects. Coriolanus nods in approval. The sooner she's trained, the better.

"She ought to be crate trained," he muses. The idea of being able to keep Petunia somewhat contained is a comforting thought to Coriolanus, but Soarynn immediately shakes her head. "There's no need," she says, crouching down to pick up the kitten once again.

Coriolanus bites his tongue and reminds himself that today is Soarynn's birthday, so starting an argument is not in his best interest.

Petunia purrs in Soarynn's hold, looking all too smug in his opinion. Coriolanus wisely ignores it, giving his reflection one last glance. Tonight will be filled with drinks, laughter, and dancing.

"Come along, darling, your audience awaits."

Soarynn blushes at the thought of all these people being here for her and follows him out into the bedroom. "Now you be good, Petunia," she says, setting Petunia down on their bed. "We'll be back soon."

Petunia immediately meows and runs down the bed, trying to follow them. Soarynn casts her a mournful glance, already regretting her decision. "She's fine," Coriolanus insists, wrapping his arm around her to steer them away from the cat.

"But what if..." Her voice dies down when Coriolanus gives her another look. Soarynn acts as if Petunia has been left in a box on the side of the road. Not in the President of Panem's bedroom.

Even when he closes the doors, he can still hear Petunia meowing and Soarynn's heart breaking. "Poor little thing."

"Hmm, yes, I don't know how she'll survive."

"Be nice to her, Coryo. She's just a baby."

He kisses Soarynn's temple, keeping her closely pressed to his side for as long as possible. They'll be pulled every which way tonight, as is to be expected when you're the hosts and the reason for the celebration in general.

"I know, darling. But she'll grow out of it, just wait and see."

For the sake of his sanity, he hopes Petunia grows up sooner rather than later. "Can we dance when we get downstairs?" Coriolanus brought in an entire orchestra for tonight, already prepared to dance the night away with Soarynn, who loves to dance. He doesn't mind dancing, and he's certainly not too shabby, but he mostly does it for her.

It's all for her.

"Yes, darling, we can dance all night long."

Soarynn squeals in delight and spends the next two minutes talking nonstop about Petunia and how they spent their first day together. "...it's just crazy to me how before today, we never knew each other, and now we do!"

Coriolanus rubs his hand up and down her side. Soarynn has a tendency to babble if she's nervous.

"It seems that fate has brought you two together," he decides to humor her. Soarynn sighs contentedly, resting her head against his shoulder. "It truly has. Thank you, by the way. Petunia is the best gift I've ever received."

Good, because she did not come with a receipt.

"You're very welcome. I'm glad you had a good day."

He wishes he could have spent more time with her today, but being the President tends to be a tedious job to have. Soarynn is an angel, though, and would never hold it against him. She knows how hard he's worked to get to where he is now.

"Not just a good day," she says, causing him to stop a mere few feet away from the staircase. He can hear their guests waiting at the bottom for the Snow's grand entrance.

Coriolanus looks down at her worriedly, perhaps she wanted to do something else.

"It was a special day," she further explains, smiling up at him.

Coriolanus visibl relaxes. "Ah. Well, that's certainly good to hear. I'm sure everyone will want to hear about Petunia once you tell them about her."

Petunia is bound to become some sort of celebrity at this point.

"What a shame they can't meet her," Soarynn sighs wistfully. Coriolanus rolls his eyes, knowing the game she's trying to play. Instead, he softly kisses her lips, silencing any more pushback his wife might have in her.

Soarynn gives in to the kiss with little protest, resting a hand on his cheek.

"Happy birthday, Mrs. Snow."

He feels her smile into the kiss.

"Thank you, Mr. Snow."

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[forever-ev]

Christmas in NYC With a Baby

Word count: 843

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Peter steps out of the car, his boots softly crunching in the snow and opens your daughter's door. She rubs her eyes and waves to her dad.

"Dada?" She whispers tiredly, slowly waking up.

"Hi, baby, how was your nap?" He asks softly, unbuckling her car seat as you step out of the car. You walk to her side too and watch as he gently lifts her up and helps her put on her coat. He slips her boots back onto her feet and puts her on his hip. You walk over to the trunk and pull out her stroller, diaper bag, and a baby carrier.

"Alright, sweetheart, you ready?" He says fondly and she babbles happily. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Do you want the baby carrier or stroller?" You ask him, holding up both.

"Baby carrier for now probably. It's cold, she'll probably want my body heat."

He brushes some of her brunette curls off her face. The baby carrier is handed to him and Charlotte is passed to you so he can get situated. You bounce her on your hip as he straps himself in and you hand her back when he reaches for her. He buckles her in, and you place the diaper bag into the stroller. Charlotte looks up and points her tiny finger at the snow covering the ground.

"Sow." She exclaims and you both chuckle warmly.

"Yeah, Charlie, snow!" You exclaim with her.

Peter begins to walk along the sidewalk with you holding his hand. Charlotte points at some Christmas lights on a building and her face lights up brighter than those artificial lights. Christmas music floats through the air outside and she babbles happily against his chest. You give him a quick kiss as you reach the main event. The large Christmas tree extends high into the sky and glitters against the dark night sky. Charlotte lets out a sound of awe and Peter catches her pacifier before it can fall to the ground.

"Whoa there, Charlie, don't drop your paci!" He slips it into the diaper bag and rubs a hand up her back.

She giggles a little but goes right back to staring in awe at the large tree.

"Tee!" She giggles out.

"Yeah, baby, tree!" You smile at her, "Just like our tree at home."

She continues to babble happily at the tree, and she points at the ice skating rink and looks back at Peter.

"Dada, go?" He chuckles and walks with you to the ice skating area.

"One day we can go there but for now you're too little." He smiles down at her.

She lays her head against his chest again and yawns looking between all the lights and the ginormous tree. He slips her pacifier back into her mouth and looks back over to you.

"Peter! Oh my God, look at the tree!" You look around amazed, and a little chuckle escapes you.

"You've seen the tree every year since you moved here!" He protests lightly.

"I know, but like look at that!" You sigh breathily.

"We only got to catch the end of it this year, didn't we? I think next year we'll just watch it on TV."

You nod and hug him, placing a kiss on the top of your baby's head. The tree finishes it's lighting and Peter carefully transitions Charlotte into her stroller and covers her with a blanket. Peter gently takes your hand in his and begins to push Charlotte's stroller along the sidewalk until you reach the shops. You walk into a comic book store and Charlotte briefly opens her eyes to look around at the shelves. Peter walks over to a display while you stay by the entrance looking at the Legos.

"Hey, baby, look at this! A Spiderman Lego set!" You call out.

He lets out a snort and jokes, "Maybe we should get that for our bedroom."

"That actually might be a good idea." You smile at it, slightly shaking your head, "See anything else good?"

"Yeah. Let's get that Spiderman figurine." He grins over at you, "I think Charlotte is getting tired and I don't want to mess with her sleep too much so let's just pay and get to the car. I can already see her falling asleep." He lets out a quiet chuckle and you both walk over to the checkout counter.

"Big Spiderman fans?" The cashier asks lightly while scanning your items.

"Oh yeah, giant Spiderman fan." You remark, then look over at Peter and wink jokingly after paying.

Peter walks with you right to the car and carefully buckles Charlotte into her car seat while you load up your stuff into the trunk. The drive home is almost silent except for the sounds of the soft snoring of your daughter and the faint Christmas music coming from different houses and buildings around. You end up falling asleep fifteen minutes into the car ride and your snores blend with Charlotte's to create the funniest yet most soothing sound Peter's ever heard.

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[gosmigenergy]

KINKTOBER 2024 / Day Twenty Six

PEGGING / EDGE PLAY / SEDUCTION (@absurdthirst)

Starring: Benny Miller x F!Reader

Summary: Benny comes to you with a special request, one he’s been wanting to ask you for months yet it still surprises you when the words come out his mouth.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No use of Y/N, language, pet name, pegging, anal sex (male receiving), hand job.

Word Count: 2.6k

“You want me to peg you?”

Benny surprised you when he asked.

You looked at him quizzically, your eyebrows knotting. Your heart had picked up its tempo, hands getting clammy.

“Please.”

“Are you sure?”

He knew he’d ask one of his girlfriends eventually but had never trusted any of his exes quite like how he did you and this definitely required someone he trusted.

“Positive,” his smile broadened. “And don’t worry, I’ve taken it up the ass before.”

That was a story for another time.

But of course, you worried. Your mind had gone back to all the times you’d accidentally seen stuff online, you don’t know how you did yet the ginormous, fake phallic shaped instruments haunted you.

He decided it was best to take you on a romantic trip to a sex shop and all you could picture were the seedy men in a dark, enclosed space that made your stomach churn until you stepped in.

The place was alarmingly bright and minimal, sex toys of every colour in acrylic boxes that lined the walls. Nothing was covered, everything on display for the eye to see, not an ounce of shame or seediness anywhere. You picked your jaw up from the floor as one of the assistance approached.

Benny had done his research, finding a shop run by women who wanted it to feel less taboo to purchase things for your sexual pleasure. The lady introduced herself before asking what she could help with today and, ever confident, he took the lead.

“Me and my girlfriend are looking for pegging gear.”

You didn’t expect him to put it as plainly as he did yet the assistant didn’t bat an eyelid, actually she seemed proud of the both of you.

“We’ve got plenty on offer, follow me.”

You latched onto his arm, staying as close as possible though there was no threat here. She took you to another section of the store, showing you the variety they had on offer, Benny feeling your grip tighten every time your eyes caught something new.

“What d’you think, darling?”

He glanced down, a twinkle of excitement in his eye. You looked to the woman and back to him before he squeezed your hand reassuringly.

“Sorry, I’m sort of new to all this.”

The temperature rose in your cheeks as you flustered.

“That’s ok,” she smiled sweetly, “I can give you our best recommendations for beginners, if you don’t want to try them out in the open, we can go into the fitting rooms.”

You found yourself playing with your hands as the assistant guided you on how to put on the gear, securing the buckle on your one thigh.

“I would love my boyfriend to ask me to peg him.”

“Really?”

Your expression scrunched as she focused on the other strap.

She hums, “The power would probably go to my head though.”

There was definitely a shift in dynamic with this, you were shy and obedient, you didn’t know if you could dish it out quite like Benny wanted you to.

“How big do you want to be?”

Blinking, you look at her confused.

“Your dick.”

“Oh, um,” you giggle, “average.”

He didn’t see what you tried on, he wanted it to be a mystery though he got turned on just thinking about you dressed in a harness. He wriggled in his seat, parting his legs to alleviate himself as the two of you snuggled on the couch.

“Is someone getting excited?”

You smile smugly and that just makes things worse.

“Of course I am.”

You giggle, leaning further into him, teasing a single finger down his chest.

He glances down at you, grabbing the back of your head to draw you near. He kisses you softly on the lips, hooking your leg over his and starts to caress your thigh. His fingertips graze your hips, your waist before sinking into the flesh of your ass, pushing you into him.

When you gasp, he takes advantage of your open mouth, roaming around with his tongue until he finds yours. You melt into his touch, enjoying the warmth that begins to build in your belly. There’s a break in your lustful fog and you press your palm firmly on his chest to break away.

He pouts like a child being refused candy.

“Maybe we should move to the bedroom.”

Benny didn’t need to be told twice, he almost threw you off and abandoned you on the couch before sprinting back to whisk you off your feet.

“Can I open my eyes yet?”

He was sat at the top of the bed, pillows propped up behind his relaxed frame. Leisurely, he pumped his cock, ears perked to what was happening the other side of the room.

“Not yet,” you huff.

He groans, “Hurry up, baby, please.”

You roll your eyes. It’s much harder to put the harness on yourself than having some assistance, you want this to be special.

The sound of metal hardware clicking together as they were fixed in place brought the goosebumps to his skin, the puffs as you bent and stretched making his length twitch.

You take the silicone dildo, the softness of the matt finish smooth in your hand as you attach it to the strap. The extra weight was unusual and all you could question was whether this was how it felt to almost have something between your legs.

Swaying your hips from side to side, you watch how the dildo barely moves and a giggle escapes you.

He can’t help but peek, seeing your amusement causing his lips to curl.

“Having fun?”

You flinch, stopping your movements before trying to compose yourself. Suddenly, you had no idea what to do with your hands, do you hold them by your side or what?

He beckons you to come over and hesitantly, you climb onto the bed. You shuffle on your knees and present your cock to him.

“Nice choice,” he says, flicking the pale blue tip.

“You think? I didn’t want to scare you.”

He chuckles, “Nothing scares me.”

That was true, you only knew a fraction of what he’d done, he hadn’t told you about the fact he had to drop from a helicopter that was about to crash.

What you had chosen was a perfect start point, a decent six inches in length with a slight increase of girth in the head and with a slathering of lube, it should go in quite nicely.

“I’m still a little nervous,” your voice shakes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

He takes your hand and gives it a squeeze, your pulse beginning to quicken.

“Trust me, baby, you’re not gonna hurt me.”

His smile makes your heart melt, how he had so much confidence in you, you’d never know.

“How shall we do this?”

You tip your head to one side innocently.

“Think you can hold my hips and thrust into me at the same time?”

The noise you make is similar to a character in that burger cartoon you watch, so unsure that you’re failing to give an answer, he can’t help but laugh.

“You can take me from behind, it’s alright.”

At least from that position, both of you could remain relatively happy - you wouldn’t have to worry about the angle, he wouldn’t be conscious about putting his whole weight on you, especially when he cums.

Secretly you wanted to see his face, how he’d fall apart with rosy cheeks, teeth buried into his bottom lip and a vein bulging in his elongated neck. Maybe that was another night.

He kissed you swiftly on the lips, wrapping his arms around you to bring your chest to his. His next one comes with more force, the flames of desire stoking. You brush a hand down his chest, feeling every sharp ridge of his abs, the perfect v pointing directly towards his stiff length.

Your fingertips delicately climb to the tip of his cock, a shiver crawling up his spine as he lets out a soft moan. Resting the middle of your palm against his tip, you circle your hand as his precum spreads. You swallow the noises he makes before he sunk his teeth into your bottom lip, tugging gently.

His eyelids were already drooping, breathing hot and heavy as you continue. When you suddenly stop, he whines, head falling back.

“Turn over.”

He was a military boy at heart, it was unlike you to tell him what to do but he follows your orders. Rolling onto his hands and knees, his smile cracks wide as you reach for the bottle of lube.

His excitement vibrates the bed and you stroke his cheek.

“You’re so cute,” you quickly peck him on the lips.

You crawl behind him, your hands exploring his behind. You grazed his thighs, planting your palms flush to his ass before spreading his cheeks.

His puckered hole pulsed in anticipation.

Folding your body, you kiss one cheek and then the other. On the next one, you pressed your salivating tongue to the skin before skimming your teeth over his flesh.

A groan rumbles through his chest.

The pop of the cap reaches his ears and he leans closer. You tap his ass playfully, your warning but it only encouraging him to shake it more.

Laughing, you steady his hips.

“It’s gonna be cold.”

With one hand, you squeeze the bottle whilst the other catches the liquid as it flows down his curve. He relaxes as you massage it into his muscle, paying close attention to his ass hole.

Taking one finger, you push through the opening to spread the lube as far as you could. Then you bring your attention to the dildo, squirting on the liquid and spreading it over every inch. You rise up on your knees yet realise you’re still not tall enough.

“You gonna have to scoot down.”

No questions asked, he widened his stance and lowered his hips so the tip of your fake cock nudges at his entrance.

You take the weight of it in your hand, teasing the form up and down just like he does with you before he shoves the head into your folds. He sighs as you push through his tight hole which stretches around the silicone with ease.

He feels a tingle start in his lower back as you stroke him.

“Want me to keep going?”

He glanced over his shoulder with a lopsided grin, “Yeah.”

You take a shaky breath, holding his hips on both sides as you pushed the dildo further into him, extending his groan. Skin touches skin and your eyes hone in on how his ass is now fully stuffed, your pussy clenches.

Closing your eyes, you focus on rocking your hips in a gentle rhythm, getting them moving in a way you hadn’t quite done before.

“That’s it.”

It was nice to hear his voice even though the words should be coming from yours.

As you continued to thrust, he sang his praises, keeping an eye on you even when you weren’t looking back. He lifted a hand, coiling it around his side to envelope yours, his physique keeping him upright and immoveable.

“Harder, baby.”

You opened your eyes, catching his nod as the pupils in his eyes grew, he really fucking wanted this.

Pausing, you reposition yourself so you can drive the dildo further into him, the angle touching a sweet spot it hadn’t reached. You release the cutest grunt as you put more force into your movement.

Benny’s shoulders drop to the mattress as he howls.

“Fuck,” he says through gritted teeth.

You automatically freeze, your grip on him loosening, wondering if it was best to pull out now and relieve him of his pain.

“No, no, don’t stop.”

“Are you sure?”

Maybe he wasn’t in pain?

His chest heaved as the pleasure began to consume him and he was fighting every urge in his body to not let it swallow him whole, he would edge as if his life depended on it. He turned his head.

“Yes,” he sighs.

He admired you behind heavy lids as you held him with more determination, brows furrowing before you brought your hips back and slammed into him over and over. After a few more strokes, you managed to find your pace, the gentleness in your motions being thrown out the window.

You don’t know how he has so much energy when he fucked you like this. You were only a couple of minutes in and your body was willing you to stop, your legs starting to ache. Yet when you hear his moans, feel the heat rise through his body, you push through.

His mind became foggy, the last working brain cell concentrating on the ‘cock’ plunging in and out of his asshole. He was entering a blissful state, his body sweltering as you press yourself onto his back, your faint pants dancing across his skin.

He purrs as your one hand drifts to his defined muscles.

“You like it when I touch you?”

The question rolls effortlessly off your tongue, sultry in tone.

The assistant was right when she said it would go to her head, it was getting to yours. Your hand continued to travel down and down until you were wrapping your fingers at the base of his cock.

Benny turned to putty in your hands.

His legs fell open further, knees slipping on the covers, only giving you more access. You pump his length in tandem to your thrusts, unaware that his puckered hole was tightening around the silicone mould.

You kiss his back, sending a shockwave straight up his spine. His groan was guttural, escaping from the depths as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

For the first time ever, he was speechless.

He wanted to beg you to keep going but nothing came out, lucky for him, you kept going. The sensation started in the tips of his toes, the tingle making them curl as each part of him began to lock, the recognisable coil in his stomach as he was approaching his release.

“I know you want to, Benny.”

He hid his face so you could only see his gorgeous golden locks, his shoulder blades coming together as his body seized up.

You carried on working him until his muffled cry filled the room, his burning seed spilling over your hand and onto the bed. There was the faintest squelch as you milked him of all he had before his fatigued body slumped underneath yours.

Taking your hand away, you straighten up and catch your breath.

Slowly, you pull yourself out, resting on the back of your heels. You inspect the mess, questioning whether to lick his thick load from your hand.

His weight shifts as he rolls onto his back, legs gently colliding with you as he tries to get comfy. He struggles to open his eyes but when he does, they glisten, filled with love broad grin coming across his sweaty face. His still hardened cock lay against his navel, spreading semen over his trailing hair and skin.

“Where d’you learn to fuck like that?”

“I dunno,” you giggle, “maybe you’re a very good teacher.”

“Even I can’t teach that.”

He delivers a wink and your heart skips a beat, the heat spreading to your chest. Even as you break eye contact, you can feel his stare boring into you in the nicest way possible.

“Want me to return the favour?”

You nod shyly, “I did miss your face when you came.”

Immediately, his hands grabbed onto your arms and he flipped you onto the bed, pinning you down with his legs either side of you. He brushed the tip of your nose before kissing you squarely on the lips, stray ends of his hair tickling your cheek.

You gasp when he finally allows you to come up for air.

“Now, let’s get this off you.”

[f4ggydog]

Can I be 😈?

And imagine TaiVan double teaming R?

Or Nasty tag teaming R, or even NastyLot with Misty in the cuck chair?

hmmm you gave me quite a couple of options but since the taivan one was the first you wrote, I’ll fulfill that :33

and im so sorry i took so long to get to ur request! i was backed up and I should’ve prioritized better please forgive me anon mwah <333

“the vibe’s secured?” van questions, eyeing your quivering form and your ass hanging upwards. there’s a butt plug the color of blood inserted into your anus. it’s a big large for someone who’s never experimented with anal before. but the challenging size was tai’s idea. she was ambitious, convinced that she could break you no problem with minimal damage.

if she broke you, she’d break you properly. tai would break you like a lady. she’d tame you like you’re her steed. sure, the horse may try to buck their rider off or resist the lead rope. but eventually, the horse would warm up to you and realize its life was better at the ranch, feasting off of high quality hay and being brushed to prevent any infections or unnecessary grime. yeah you’re a steed, but that doesn’t define tai’s treatment of you. it doesn’t mean you should be neglected.

“it’s fastened,” tai replies, poking at the end with her finger to push it a little deeper. as if the vibe wasn’t making you feel fuller than the minute after consuming a thanksgiving feast.

“you’re a bit extreme tai,” van chuckles. she’s not one to object to tai’s commands. after all, tai was technically the top of both of you. van may have the upper hand over you, but she wasn’t in that same equal partnership with taissa. and they said butches could only dominate.

“you worry too much.” tai caresses your soft ass, spanking it before her fingers roughly brush against your aching pussy. “they can handle it. can’t you?”

you nod in agreement with them both. you know neither of them would ever force you into something you weren’t completely sure you wanted to participate in. taissa would only pretend to be giving you nudges if she was sure there was prior negotiation.

the first time you brought up anal to tai and van, van was actually the one far more in favor of the idea. the opinions seemed to have shifted since now, but tai formerly believed that the idea would be too ginormous of a leap. it hasn’t been so long ago since both people took your virginity. but, taissa warmed up to the plan when she noticed how keen you were on the suggestion.

“turn it on?” van asks, grabbing the mini remote control.

“wait.” tai plants her hand on your spine. was tai also getting second thoughts now?

you nod to let both your partners know that you were on board. you were ready. you were prepared for the impending double penetration. who cares if you lost your virginity so recently? life was too short not to live on the wild side.

“fuck she looks so good,” van comments, mouth watering. if you weren’t already stripped bare, she’d be undressing you with her eyes.

“don’t get too excited yet.” tai nudges van in the ribs. “we’re sharing them after all.”

“i’m ready guys,” you say confidently. the vibe stuck in you was definitely going to leave your hole gaping afterwards. and both people couldn’t have been more excited to train you.

“so eager,” tai murmurs. “maybe we should turn it on now. wouldn’t want to keep you waiting in terms of pleasure.”

“yeah turn it on,” van encourages. she could hardly handle the wait. she needed to see you quivering and coming undone for van and tai.

“so beautiful,” tai compliments, switching the vibrator on and observing how the toy throbs so perfectly around your hole.

and what about van? van who's ready to grab the nearest strap on and absolutely go to town? van who wishes she had a cock that could fill you just as well as this toy? van who glances at tai for approval on whether she's free to manhandled your pussy or slip a couple of fingers inside?

tai grants her lustful lover permission. she's on the edge too, despite her seemingly more composed demeanor.

van's fingers trace the outline of your cunt. it was already getting puffy and soaked from your own juices. van scoops a bit of that delicious nectar and sucks her fingers. you tasted divine as always, sweeter than the candy aisle at the supermarket.

tai doesn't believe in holding back anymore. one can only admire and look for so long without taking action. she reaches for the back of the vibe and maneuvers it in and out of your tight hole. you purr like an antsy kitten underneath her, your legs spread apart and on display for your mistresses.

"so perfect," van praises, her fingers now inserting themselves into your drenched pussy. her other hand flicks at your clit, tai's hand fucking you with the decent sized vibe.

"she fucking loves it," tai comments with pride. "don't let her go a second without your fingers, van. I can tell she's been waiting forever for this."

[blade-liger-4ever]

Antares makes a kind friend at the airfield - and makes a discovery

Airborne is in a sensitive position amongst the various divisions of G.I. Joe. His natural telepathic and extrasensory abilities means that he could be a great asset for any of the branches in their battle with Cobra or, since their serpentine enemy has gone off to lick its wounds, the Red Shadows and their overseas puppet masters. Because of this, while the Navajo gets to freely switch teams as the higher ups demand, he still has to be a bit careful when it comes to the use of his powers, and to keep his humor from grating on the wrong Joe lest he get permanent lodging with the Psi Ops.

That doesn't stop Airborne from being confused as all get out - and intrigued - when he meets Optimus' ghost at the Nevadan outpost.

Talking with a deceased alien robot is new, and it takes a few minutes for them to understand each other. When they do, though, Airborne listens with growing alarm that the kid who's now succeeding the Prime that even Iron-Butt Fowler is mourning the loss of has been emotionally distant from his fellows. What's worse is knowing that it's likely involving a form of emotional shutdown, and that won't do the kid anymore good than it will the others.

He's seen the new Prime - Antares, Optimus calls him - flying around and practicing the past week. As impressive as his resolve is, Airborne knows the new leader needs an emotional release.

And so, strapping on his clothes, Airborne takes an early morning run to Hanger E.

He can hear the 'Bots milling about, and with a quick scan using his telepathy, he realizes that Antares is camping out back - and just snapped awake from a recurring nightmare of Optimus' death.

Slowing his pace, thinking of what he's gonna say and do, Airborne gradually comes around the side of the building. Looking over the new Prime, he now understands just why some of the newer Joes on the airfield are whispering in awed tones about the kid.

Antares' body is long and sturdy, resembling a white tiger without its stripes. The paws are massive, each sporting five claws that are wickedly serrated. His tail, while thick, narrows near the tip to a whip-thin point, the small spikes on the end looking like a more murderous version of Indiana Jones' famous bullwhip. The cobalt blue wings, though tucked into his sides, are clearly ginormous, and much like that of an eagle's. Antares' neck is almost as long as his tail, but much thicker, while some canid teeth poke out from his upper jaw as twin horns curve ever so slightly downward from the base of his skull.

But his blue eyes, though the same shade as his wings and practically alight with fire, look haunted and old all at once. And though the body is young, the flicker of fear in his eyes are the only reassurance that Antares Prime is a boy in a man's body.

A boy who knows that one mistake will cost hundreds of lives if he's not careful.

Something by his left horn twitches, and with a start Airborne realizes he has some small ears on his new form as well. The dragon lifts his head to spot him, and for a moment, they just stare at each other. Then Antares' eyes skim over him, and with a catlike tilt of his head, he lets out a low rumble before the comm device on his belt crackles to life with a question:

"Sergeant...Talltree?"

Airborne looks at the comm, then at Antares, and grinning, he responds mentally, I prefer goin' by Airborne, but least this way we know we each got tricks.

Antares' eyes widen to a comical degree as his neck snaps back, then he lowers his head and, tentatively, responds in kind, I'm - I'm sorry. I was just...unaware of your presence, and I've never seen a name like yours.

What, Franklin ain't normal enough? he teases, and a hint of a smile ghosts across the dragon's snout.

Trotting over, he assures the young 'Bot that there's no harm done, but asks how he's been hanging in with his team. At that his wings shudder, and Antares confesses that he feels like an outsider, not made better by the fact that he got the Matrix thrust upon him. Airborne considers that, then begins questioning about the Matrix and its inner workings, as well as the other 'Bots and their relation to him before he became a Prime.

"I know enough from the reports us Joes get out here courtesy of the new arrangement," Airborne smirks good-naturedly to the confused glance Antares gives him.

Shaking his head slightly, Antares leans back and explains to him what the Matrix is and does. He tells him it's a divine connection to Primus, their creator, and allows him to heal or contact any of the first Thirteen Primes, as well as his less mystical predecessors. It also grants him extra power and a new form, as he was previously a sports car before he was upgraded by Onyx Prime, the First Beast Cybertronian.

Quickly noting the mournful look in his gaze, Airborne prompts him about his team. Sighing, not realizing the tension that's leaving his frame, Antares explains his teammates to him. That Bulkhead was a promising engineer before the War, and that he was an effective Wrecker before joining Optimus' squad. He relates that Bumblebee is the youngest - the Cybertronian equivalent of twelve, in fact - and is the most successful scout in the War. Ratchet, he explains as Optimus' oldest friend after Megatron, before the Dark Lord's fall, and was a pillar of strength for him.

"Like Red Alert and I," Antares states softly, giving a smile that actually reaches his eyes.

He elaborates that Red Alert was his best friend at the Elite Guard, and he'd keep him from getting too energetic while Antares - or rather Smokescreen, as was his old name - would get him to loosen up every now and then, though Red Alert could just as easily pull a fast one on him.

That gets them both to chuckle before Antares relates the others: Ultra Magnus as the renowned if stiff commander of the Autobot forces, Wheeljack as a reckless tactician of the Wreckers, Breakdown as a former Decepticon who joined their ranks before his arrival, and Arcee -

Airborne is surprised at the cold stop Antares takes at speaking her name, and concerned by the wrathful flare in his mind. Shifting away from the human, Antares closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths, Airborne realizing that he's now emanating a lot of heat from his body. Once the temperature of his frame returns to normal, and Antares' cycling of air has evened out, he opens his eyes and lowers his head to rest just in front of Airborne, giving the Navajo a good look at the pain, sadness, and anger in his optics.

I'm sorry, the Prime says in his mind quietly. Arcee is a great warrior, and an effective mission specialist. But...ever since she lost her partner, and then the one who came after him, she's become selfish. Her dedication to our cause is unwavering, but her convictions lie in nursing her pain and taking it out on others. I don't think she really cares anymore about who she affects or disobeys, so long as she can take her wrath and grief out on the universe without recompense.

.....Could you elaborate on what you mean by 'without recompense'? Airborne asks, a deep suspicion bubbling inside of him.

Pausing, tail flicking uncomfortably, Antares explains that long before he joined, Arcee would persistently disobey Optimus' orders. The first time he heard it happened resulted in an absolutely chaotic scene that not only almost ended in Fowler's death, but put the children's lives in danger, and compromised the safety of the team and their original base both by forcing Bulkhead into a command role he can't hope to fulfill and leaving their base unguarded, which could have also ended with Optimus and Ratchet's deaths as well. Arcee, as far as he can tell, was never taken to task over this.

She was again almost responsible for a human's death and nearly jeopardized their cover when entering in a street race that eventually went out of control and had Optimus tell them all off. In the end, though, Onyx still saw her blow off his orders just to make Jack look good for a human girl he admired (for reasons Antares did not understand.) And then there were an innumerable amount of times she ignored Optimus in order to seek revenge for her partners' deaths, but they are so frequently occurring that Antares can't name them all, and he'd rather not ask Onyx for an estimate lest both their tempers flare and he light himself on fire next to Airborne.

Antares would be lying if he said the Navajo's long silence didn't make him nervous. They'd spent almost an hour talking, with Airborne being the playful instigator and conversationalist. Now, his serenely furious gaze staring through him was beyond unsettling.

Finally, Airborne speaks - aloud.

"Well, that female could do with a good swift kick to the aft section," he growls with considerable control. "If all she did was witch about things and get off the hook while Optimus was here, then she deserves nothing less than gettin' dropped on her head, and a few extra courses on humility to boot. Ya might not be able to give her the full ordeal - something tells me you were on the receiving end of her attitude - but that Magnus guy should be able to straighten out her tailpipe for ya."

Antares would have blocked out his memories of Arcee's tirades against him to spare the femme this human's fury, but the delivery of Airborne's commentary are so frightful and amusing that he can't help but burst out laughing. It's a draconic laugh, but so loud and freeing that he practically rolls over (and away) from Airborne. The Navajo himself is grinning quietly as the young Prime's officers and medic come out, and they're met with Antares transforming into 'Bot mode, doubling over from the laughter he's suffering from as he staggers to a stand.

Eventually, his wheezing evens back out into normal breaths, and Airborne could swear he sees Antares wipe away liquid from his eyes. Straightening, still grinning like he heard the best joke in the history of comedy, the young Prime clears his throat and explains to the 'Bots, "Sorry, I just - had a long, good talk with Sergeant Talltree here. It was very kind and thoughtful of him."

He smiles down at the human fondly, his mirth increasing as Airborne genially chastises, "Oh come on! You've been calling me by my call sign the past hour, and you introduce me by my Navajo name? Unless that's Cybertronian hospitality, I am offended!"

Once more, Antares snickers. He then clarifies that the sergeant's preferred name is Airborne, and hopes that he hasn't held him up from his duties. Airborne assures him that no such harm has been done, but hopes they can see each other more often.

Watching him leave, Antares couldn't agree more.

This week, things begin to pick up when Decepticon activity is registered near the oil fields. Antares goes in with Red Alert, planning on doing recon together and getting reacquainted to working as a team. Arriving, they're surprised to find Insecticons digging not for energon, but a metal skeleton. Once finished with eavesdropping, they kill the Insecticons, hide the remains, and grab the skeleton - though the moment he touches it, Antares is assaulted with visions of Earth's past.

He sees hundreds of Predacons battling for territory and energon. He witnesses innumerable Cybertronians fleeing or killed by the beasts, then the rise and fall of civilizations in the wake of their arrival and activities. He sees this one - a bloodthirsty brute with the form of a griffin - battling a Cybertronian before being struck down.

It takes Red Alert shaking him out of the visions before he can completely grasp what he's seen. When Antares processes it all, he gets them and the skeleton back as quickly as possible to base, where he and Ratchet surmise that Megatron wants to clone the beasts that had somehow gotten to Earth. Ultra Magnus suspects the beasts were the first clones due to reports of the mad scientist's plans, but Antares shelves that history lesson for later.

Now he realizes that an army lies under their feet, one that would prove more deadly than the one the Dark Lord raised with Unicron's energon so long ago.

And they must act swiftly to stop this plan from getting underway.

Antares orders Ratchet and Bumblebee to research Earth's various mythological creatures to get an idea of where some remains might be found, and sends Arcee with Ultra Magnus and Bulkhead to investigate the energon deposit that has appeared in Canada. Before sending them off, he recalls Airborne's words and, after taking the commander aside and explaining to him fully Arcee's history of insubordination and prioritizing her vengeance on missions, has Magnus' promise to "correct her attitude".

Watching them leave, Antares turns to Red Alert's console - only to find himself staring at a vast, sapphire ocean from a steep cliff covered with emerald grasses. Strange tribal music fills his audio receptors before he's plunged underneath the waves, diving and swimming before coming face-to-face with a massive undersea cavern.

And inside the cavern, twin reptilian optics the color of jade open to stare right through him.

Staggering back, he takes a moment to steady his breathing as Red Alert asks what's wrong. Pondering the vision, he admits, "I think there's a Predacon in Ireland. I'm not sure how I know beyond a hint from the Matrix, but it's there. I wanna look into it, before the 'Cons catch wind of this."

Red Alert immediately states he'll join him; recognizing the need for the combat medic as much as his stubbornness to accompany him, Antares agrees, deciding to take Wheeljack along for extra backup. Leaving Breakdown in charge until they return, Antares, Red Alert, and Wheeljack prepare to journey to the Emerald Isle.

Thousands of feet below the Irish coast, a five clawed sea serpent with no wings unfurls himself from his lair and speeds off into the wider sea, growling to himself as a vision of a large, white and cobalt mech with sharp fingers and wide finials extending from the sides of his helm flash through his mind.

To be continued.....

[imagionationstation]

Mismatched Twins AU - Take One

There are some things Donnie knows that he’d be better off not knowing. Such as, how the act of flesh coming together is equally as painful as the sensation of it getting torn apart.

It was like the first time Leo did stitches, but magnified by one million and all over his body. His limbs are still flickering as he gasps in the air that he’d momentarily spent an eternity without, fingers clawing into the rock under his fingertips to stop his swaying body from tilting over. His word is a whoozy mess of blacks, grays, and clouds when he tries to look up.

It doesn’t take his genius to conclude that he’s not in New York.

His eyes sting, lightning pains traveling down limbs as the bones form back before his eyes. He wants to pass out. He wants his brothers to appear out of nowhere to catch him when he falls, letting him loosen his grip on consciousness so he doesn’t have to feel or see the way red muscle is covered by green skin. 

But he’s not in New York, which means they won’t be coming.

He can’t let his guard down.

Not until he’s sure his surroundings are safe.

And definitely not until he’s able to find a way home.

It’s what his Sensei would say. It’s what his brothers would do.

Donnie bends down, forehead against the coarse rock.

He gives himself a couple extra minutes to summon his bearings. The trembling calms under the pricking sensation left by the utter agony as it shifts out of existence. It feels like everything is “asleep,” blood flow finding it’s way back through his body, waking up systems that shouldn’t be able to work after getting erased from a reality.

Then he’s as he was before, fine and whole, with the rough surface under his limbs poking into his flesh. Brown pads cover his body and as he cautiously raises himself up, he sees that his straps have returned as well. He checks his belt and finds everything where it should be. He clutches his t-phone even though he has no signal.

Slowly, hesitantly, he touches his face.

His palm does not press against fabric. He lets out his breath, ragged and uncertain, the echo of his own screams taunting him. He can still picture every second, see her demented smirk, hear her apology before she tore him down to nothing. 

She tore him down.

So why would she build him back up? 

The beginnings of a ringing explosion has him unfurling from his safe position, looking up to the sky. He’s been in his fair share, and it sounds like that detonation range is bound to be massive, as well as destructive. His racing heart tells him that he’s glad to be awake, because otherwise he’d probably never wake back up. 

The sky is fully lit, a sphere of colors brightening the gray atmosphere in a way that is both spectacular and obviously highly unnatural for this environment. It’s blinding to stare directly at, so he raises a hand in front of his eyes to cut off some of the glare. 

Donnie can hear the reaching echoes of hard metal cracking under the weight of heat and pressure. The force of it would probably take out all of New York in a single blow. So unless it’s a mechanical sun coming apart, he’s pretty sure that he’s witnessing the blast of some kind of nuclear alien weaponry. It’s absolutely gorgeous and insanely brutal and he lifts his t-phone to snap a picture.

Then he spots the debris shooting away from the centre of the explosion, and decides that he should move.

Evacuation of the landing site, it is. 

He gets to his feet, half expecting his legs to give out underneath him, but they carry him as he sprints. His instincts are good because a large piece of something lands where he’d just been, smoke billowing into the air. 

He reaches a ledge, surface curved in an unnatural- or, maybe completely naturally for this dead habitat- way.  He turns to go back.

Then he sees the ginormous, smoking ball of black headed towards him. Living his number one priority, he pulls his grapple from his belt, aims it at a rock and fires.

He tugs once it catches and then pulls himself up.

He reaches the curve off the top, panting, and looks up. 

“yaAAH-” A spinning projectile appears out of nowhere and tries to take off his skull, but he brings his head into his shell, almost losing his balance as it whooshes over him. 

He watches it, as the blur of silver and blue hits the ground and scrapes away from him. It’s a sword, plain as day with a hilt covered in collected dust. He moves toward it as blue markings glow faintly, reflecting in curious brown eyes, and he makes the choice to grab it for the road. If not for any other reason, then shiny. 

The thunderous crash of matter meeting rock consumes his surroundings, quaking the ground underneath his feet as he spins to face the behemoth of a sphere. It drowns out the vocal roar of fury that reverberates with as much destructive power, warning him to get as far away as possible in a similar frequency.

He looks back, startled as he spots the tall creature throwing out it’s arms, and then faces the wreckage. The rocks crumble and bow back underneath the sphere, and if that is a shell of a radioactive alien bomb, he’d much rather be going in the opposite direction. Between the shadow of a figure over his shoulder and potential alien contamination, he thinks he’s more comfortable facing the anger. 

An easy decision made, he darts for the leen, black figure that’s dotted in bright red. He’ll just go around. Ninja stealth, guy won’t even notice him. 

It stalks towards the rock, lumbering steps swaying the body. It’s mouth doesn’t move but he can hear the bare inflictions of a voice from where he is, fist raised before it’s slammed down. He slows, momentarily, as he wonders why the creature is taunting the rock, before a limp form comes into view. It’s pale green with a plastron that cracks under the force of the blows, not even half the size of its assailant. The blue mask catches his attention and he changes direction without realizing. 

The turtle is unmoving except for violent flinches as the creature unleashes a whiplash of pain, slamming down on the shell and face of the defenseless form over and over and over. 

Donnie doesn’t know what’s going on, but he doesn’t think anything is worth that kind of abuse. He tosses the sword, grabs his bo, and reaches in his belt.

“YOU WRETCHED- LITTLE-“

Donnie crosses the distance, tosses his smoke bombs, and swings. 

“PE-!” 

Fists are combined as one and raised in the air, brought down as a smoke bomb slams into his face and shoulder. They explode upon impact and cover the body, sending the creature into a fit of coughs, stumbling back as arms wave to get rid of the purple cloud.

The admittedly intimating creature only seems to get bigger as Donnie gets closer, so he comes to a stop a fair distance away when it bellows, “WHO DARES-!?”

It whirls, locking its gaze on him, and he waves.

Either his presence or his action makes it pause, a blatant confusion on it’s disgusted expression, and Donnie takes in who he’s facing.

Evidently the face where a face should be is for decoration. It’s actually a purplish creature in the chest that’s dawning a metallic suit and beating another life form to its heart’s content. It reminds him of a Kraang with an insane growth spurt and a thirst for violence.

He points to the sky, keeping its attention on him. “That wasn’t either of you, was it? ‘Cause I don’t think that’ll help the environment any.” He looks around, at the endless expanse of rocks. “Not that there’s much hope for this place.” 

The creature looks to the turtle at its feet and then back over to him, as if the notion that there might be two mutant turtles in existence was too much for it to comprehend. He’s in for a big surprise then…

“There are MORE of you?!” It moves, suddenly, slamming a metallic foot onto the turtle’s chest. It pins him against the rock, drawing a weak cry. “HOW!? How did you hide this from ME?! It’s IMPOSSIBLE! I saw his memories- I know EVERYTHING about your PATHETIC FAMI-!”

Donnie moves before he finishes his first line of questioning, launching himself at the metallic leg. He kicks, but that does not budge the grip like he intended, and he bounces back off, flipping onto his hands and then to his feet. The action turns it’s glare on him, snarling, and he laughs nervously, “That… Didn’t work.”

“YOU!” He looks to the explosion, and then back to Donnie. “How did you get here?”

“Um.” Donnie doesn’t know how to answer that. He climbed a ledge? There wasn’t exactly a fence keeping him out. “Like it’s hard?”

The turtle squints at him and the creature looks supremely ticked off. Now if only he could separate them…

Donnie whirls his staff into a defensive position, determined to get the cruel creature away from the poor mutant. “Also. Pretty sure that’s none of your business.” 

“Then I will make it my business.” He tears the points of his feet from the rock- ah, that’s what prevented his momentum from shifting the metal. Duly noted- and he sneers at the turtle that falls onto its plastron, leaning on it forearms, breathing heavily. “Then I’ll come back to deal with you.” 

The turtle doesn’t answer, and Donnie feels the rocks shake as the creature stomps towards him. The surface clearly isn’t stable, something that he makes note of as he puts a few steps between them. This isn’t going to end well.

Already died once today. Why not make it a second time? 

“Now then.” It leers, smirking down at him. “Let’s see your failed attempts at heroics before I teach you true strength.”

“See, I could do that.” He muses because that’s a very likely outcome of how this fight is about to go. He pops his blade. “But I’m not really big on failure or pain, so I’d like to give winning a try. Or at least surviving. What do you say?”

The suit swings and Donnie raises his staff, the pieces coming apart in his hands as it hits his plastron. He stumbles back, yelping when it grabs his leg. It’s a lot faster than he originally anticipated and it hoists him up in the air, very likely about to give him a harsh introduction the ground. “OKAY! THAT’S A NO!” 

Donnie reacts first, face to face with the sneering creature, blade meeting purple flesh.

It squelches upon impact and the mass of yuck screeches in pain, throwing him and allowing him to roll to his feet. 

One of Sensei’s very first surface lessons. 

Don’t fight the armor. Fight the man inside. 

Or, alien, in specific cases. 

He darts away and grabs the sword from the ground, hiding it behind his shell. He glances to the turtle that has risen to his feet, relying heavily on the rock for support, staring at him instead of running like any sane turtle would do in this situation. 

Donnie looks to the furious alien as it places a hand over where the suit’s heart definitely is not and roars, “YOU DARE WOUND ME?!” 

“You… Did try to wound me first.” He points out helpfully.

The creature charges. He throws a smoke bomb as it lurches for him, barely avoiding the claws. He crosses the distance while it swipes blindly at the smoke, overcome by fury as Donnie drops next to the startled turtle. 

“Blue and blue.” He slips the hilt between the fingers not clutching something, and offers, “I’m going to assume this is yours.” 

“You can’t beat him.” The turtle warns, staring at him with wide eyes as he bears his weigh on shaking legs. Donnie exhales in exasperation. Tell me something I don’t know. 

But, if this turtle has a family somewhere in this wasteland, Donnie might as well make sure that he gets home to them. 

The genius stands. “I’m only going to be able to distract him for so long. Get moving, don’t look back.”

He throws a smoke bomb far from the turtle’s position. When the creature looks towards it, Donnie is standing in the mist, smirking with a bravo that he does not feel. “I’m not a big fan of bullies. They’re all bark and no bite.” He points a finger in the air. “Lived with one all my life. I would know.”

“YOU WANT TO SEE BITE?!” 

Donnie feels the blow before he realizes that hunk of metal even moved, an intense momentum brought against his shell in a blast of fire. It sends him flying, tumbling and rolling on the ground, only stopping because the creature appears in front of him, snatching him up to throw him into a tall rock formation.

“That-” His breath quivers, dizzily watching the creature split between one robot and two. “That was not fun. Oooh. Wow. Yep.” 

“You will tell me how you arrived.” The creature snarls, finally only one armor. “Or I will pry the information from your brain myself.”

“Whether or not you do the torturing, information would be pried from me since I don’t particularly want-”

The metal fist swings down and Donnie rolls forward, jabbing into flesh seconds before metal fingers stab into his arm and wrenches it back out. It rips the blade from his hand, crumbling the wood between its fingers, metal bent when it hits the ground. Pain burns up Donnie’s arm and scarlet trickles down skin as the pinprick eyes lock on him, sharp teeth visible as Donnie kicks out, hitting metal chest and failing to get him to release.

“You pests never tire of your weakness. Filth does not deserve to rule with Krang, nor the sweet relief of death.” Donnie freezes, taking in the inflection in the name, watching as a wide grin locks him with deadly intent. “Let us show you how it feels to suffer instead.”

Donnie hits the ground. Once, twice, three times- his shoulder takes the force of the blow, and he’s sure it’s fractured by the time that Krang decides to forcefully return him the ground. His world spins, pain blossoming along his arm, and he knows that he only has one chance for survival. 

“Oh please.” He forces, voice cracking with nerves. Please work. Please work. “Save the big bad routine for someone who cares.”

Krang slams a fist down, hard, and he hears the crack under his carapace. Lightning burns up his chest, igniting agony where metal met protective scutes, and it’s getting a little hard to breathe.

He almost regrets not choosing the alien bomb. Almost.

Donnie summons his inner Raph, rolls his eyes, and croaks, “You hit like a whimp.”

The Krang roars, fists combined and brought down in one brutal blow. Donnie rolls at the last second, the armor slamming the ground beneath him, splitting open the cracks that Donnie’s carapace had already made on the unsteady surface.

His grappling hook comes out and he swings as the ground opens beneath them and gravity drags the Krang down.

It’s deep, and if he goes down, there’s no way either of them are getting back up. He grabs onto a piece of the edge that hasn’t fallen in yet, painstakingly dragging himself up even as fire eats away at his shoulder and blood smears on rocks. 

He cuts his leg but keeps going, dragging himself across the surface, deflating onto a large, cool piece of metal. He keeps his arm around it, grapple in hand, catching his breath and staring into the chasm of the Krang’s own making. 

Something crumbles within it as the Krang roars.

Then, a blur of black is leaping onto the edge of the surface, dust billowing out with him. He lands, walking forward even as the ground crumbles behind him. Donnie scrambles back upright, hand on his shoulder as horror leaps from his racing heart and into his throat.

He retreats as the Kraang covers the space. “You tried to defeat Krang with a hole. How desperate. How utterly, irredeemably, weak.” 

Donnie shakes his head in disbelief as the Kraang grabs the rock tainted in blood and raises it above his head. “Let’s try this again, shall we?” 

“Actually-!” Donnie is tackled, thrown onto the ground as his world flashes blue. He looks up in shock, to a blue mask faced away, grinning with bloodstained teeth.

They’re suddenly several feet away, but the Krang is catching up fast. “Would you look at the time! Places to be!” 

“GET BACK HERE-!”

“Rain check on the brutal death!” The hand trembles as it tightens around the hilt. The turtle’s red stripes glow in tune with the sword, every mark on metal and skin lit with a power that seems to explode outward from the blade. “Adiós!” 

Donnie is swallowed by blue. 

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[ultimate-simp-10]

front man/in-ho x fem/reader

it ended up being the one part.

cw: Squid Game s1, reader inspo is from Pearl, In-ho x fem!reader, reader is tiger mask vip's daughter, reader is death-obsessed, player 69's death with too much detail, reader helps front man with jun-ho inflicted gsw

words: 1634

You step out of the helicopter, clad in a slinky dress with a heavy animal-based gold mask strapped onto your face. Your father had insisted that you come with him, promising that you would enjoy the trip. It was eyebrow-raising, to say the least. There was little that you enjoyed and even less that made you happy. But he was so sure that you just followed along, allowing him to pick out a dress and drag you along to South Korea.

A guard, one with a mask with a square, leads you, your father, and the other VIPs inside the hidden building fortress. The place is ginormous, from what you can see. You're escorted into an elevator and the guard hits the button for the penthouse.

Waiting for you at the top is a man wearing a black jacket and mask, faceted like a jewel. One point to your father: You're intrigued, but it fades quickly.

"Greetings," the man with the black mask speaks. "I hope your long trip here has not been too difficult." His voice is deep, but his words seem overly formal. It's clear that English is a seldom used second language. "I am the Front Man, who operates and oversees all matters here. It is a true honor to welcome you."

You're bored. Your father made promises, and so far, he had not delivered. He had not told you the nature of the trip, and you would much rather be at home, watching the clock tick down until the next game began. It was hours away, but even that was better than this.

One of the VIPs asks about 'the host', but what catches your attention is the games. The Front Man seems sure everything will go as planned and that you won't be disappointed.

"Well, I hope not," your father starts. "Listen, I'm willing to give anybody some slack. That's not a problem. I just have to say I'm a difficult man to please. And my daughter here is worse than I am. I hope you won't disappoint us."

"Shall we?" The Front Man leaves little time to make any rebuttals, quickly turning to lead you down to the end of the hall, where the door opens to reveal a hidden pathway. He brings you to a lavishly decorated room. The walls are painted like a rainforest, and plants litter the room. There are several couches on short platforms with underlighting. And near each couch is a person, or people, meticulously painted to match the patterns.

Your eyes find a large television on the far wall. Your eyes light up at the sight as your father shouts profanities at Player 69 as if the contestant can hear him through the screen.

The Front Man suggests that you all get some rest before the next game, but you only hear the blood rushing in your ears as the player tightens the noose around his neck. He scoots himself to the edge of the stairs.

He watches as you get closer to the screen, eyes locked on the player. Finally, 69 crests over the edge, and the noose tightens. In-ho expects you to turn away, to gasp, to cry out, anything. But you don't move a muscle, watching as the player jerks as he suffocates.

Paralyzed with fear, he thinks. You couldn't look away. It was the only explanation.

The player finally stops moving. He can see how you grin at the player's death. You weren't afraid. No, you enjoyed it. You liked watching as the player died. You become acutely aware of him watching you, then you realize that the VIPs have gone.

"Enjoying yourself?"

"Mama says I'm obsessed with death," you say. "Says it's unnatural. But it's one of the only things that makes me... I don't know."

"Is that why you're here? The death?" Why is he interacting with her? He hates the VIPs. More often than not, they were disgusting, vile men. But here was this woman, studying the corpse of the players like he was made of gold. And he was talking to her.

"Yeah. Daddy knows what I like, I'll give him that. The first game was magnificent, all the terror. I could practically taste it."

"Well, tomorrow's game will be enjoyable for you, I have no doubt."

The next day, you and the VIPs are brought back into the main room. Just like in the player dorm, "The Blue Danube" plays over the speakers. The men are each clad in silk robes and slippers and are quick to drape themselves over their chosen couches or prop their feet up on the painted slaves workers. You've picked a different dress, this one a deep red, and go to take a seat with your father, but are directed to a wide brown leather chair with a low back. It's not on a platform like the couches, but it does have a square side table on the left side. Some of the VIP areas seem to have been shifted to allow for it to sit near your father.

The Front Man watches you closely as you sit in his chair. He'd had it brought down shortly before you were brought out so that you could have the VIP experience. You sit stiffly as the men talk about their bets. He sees you decline every drink that the waiters offer.

Then, your father demands to know about the next game and one of the men agrees. The Front Man gives in, and a square guard removes the cloth that covers a small bridge. The bridge stands high above the floor of the model. 16 little glass chess knights are neatly arranged on one side.

The VIPs speculate about it as the screen changes, showing the players as they all pick numbered vests. When they're done, the Front Man announces the beginning of the game and the screen rises from view. The dark curtains open, revealing a large version of the model bridge.

You roll your eyes as one VIP exclaims "It's bigger!" as if you weren't all seeing it. In-ho explains the rules as the players step onto the platform and 96 finally steps up. He jumps onto a glass pane and you deflate a little. The guard standing by the model copies the movement. He jumps onto another pane and falls.

The Front Man watches you scoot forward a little, eyes lighting up. The player follows shortly after. In-ho can see that your mood is affected as more and more players drop, especially when 212 pulls 101 with her to their deaths. He has to step away to help with the intruder but comes back to see you standing by his chair. The other VIPs are also standing, but you clap more enthusiastically than the rest.

You turn to the stairs when you hear him speak, and he can see just how widely you're grinning.

Things only become more complicated when he has to leave again, and even more so the next day when he finds himself standing at the edge of a cliff, a bullet lodged in his shoulder, staring at the water that has just embraced his brother.

You're still sitting in the large room when a guard steps in front of you. He says nothing and holds out a walkie-talkie. You raise an eyebrow but take the device.

Before you can do anything, In-ho's voice comes from the speaker, "You have some medical training, yes?"

You press the button. "A little."

"Get anything you have that can treat a wound. Follow the guard. Don't ask questions." The guard says something you can't understand, and he takes the walkie-talkie from you. Then, he walks off. Intrigued, you follow the man to your room to dig through your bag. Finding your tweezer kit, some sewing supplies, and a small light, you step out of your room and go back to the darkly decorated hallway. He stops by a door for a moment before walking off to the elevator.

You knock on the door, and In-ho opens it.

"Y/N, come in, quick." He grabs your wrist and pulls you into the dark bathroom.

You realize that this is the Front Man. Gone is his gray jacket, leaving him in his slacks and a black wifebeater. You see that he's holding a towel to his shoulder. A bottle of alcohol and a tray full of bloody gauze lie by the sink.

"Were you stabbed?" There's no concern in your voice.

"Shot," his voice is rough. "I can't get the bullet."

"Are you trying with that?" Your voice is flat, but you frown at the knife that sits on the tray.

"Can you help or not?"

You roll your eyes, taking off your mask to lay out the tweezers and thread a needle to suture him up. "It won't be pretty. You should probably get some real stitches before long." After setting up the light, you douse everything with alcohol and then pull the towel from his shoulder. He doesn't reply, and you don't bother to keep talking.

In-ho stays deathly still as you pull the bullet out. It was just a flesh wound, he was lucky. The round drops into the sink with a clink. You press some clean gauze onto his shoulder. He tore himself up trying to remove the bullet, but it doesn't seem to be bleeding much. He's trembling now, and you glance at him when he flinches, looking at the mirror.

You move to grasp the needle and thread, but he grips your wrist. His eyes are stone, staring you down. You stare back, barely breathing. In-ho snaps out of it, letting go of your wrist. You get to work and four sutures later, his shoulder has been wrapped.

"Thank you."

"No problem."

[flighter312]

Kronii: my hobbies include, thinking about women, women, being amazing, thinking the horrors of the world, disassociating while I contemplate mortality and my own morality, be right-

Ame: be perfect?

Kronii: that is a full time job, thank you very much!

Ame: ah sorry, my bad!!

Kronii: you better be! Anyway, be amazing-

GOD i love them

the ask didn't specify ponies but ive been thinking about drawing them and this just felt like a rainbow dash and scootaloo dynamic that i needed it

for au notes:

kronii is a pegasus with BIGASS wings (one of the fastest fliers, does not hesitate to use it to get away from people or just block them off and pretend theyre not there)

ame is an earth pony who looks up to kronii and kind of wants to be a pegasus like her, hence her makeshift cardboard wings that she ties to herself

kronii really likes ame because at first, ame boost her (already ginormous) ego, but ends up being like a guardian to her (VERY rainbow dash and scootaloo core, the main difference is that kronii usually hates other people- ponies- peonies- whatever)

ame doesnt really care about flying that much, shes just really interested in wings. like kronii will take her flying, and will be like "look at the clouds around us!" but ame is just watching how kroniis feathers glide against the wind

EVENTUALLY ame grows up to study the differences between ponies and how she can bridge that gap, making wings for herself that can actually work, thanks to the help of her friends (because friendship is magic and whatnot)

whether she has cardboard wings strapped to her or her more realistic ones attached for a test flight, kronii always randomly shows up to fly with her (at first, to impress her, but then to watch over her and guide her through flying)

she also just sits there sometimes and lets ame do whatever to investigate her wings ("you just let her mess with you?" "its better than being out and. ugh. talking to ponies." "bruh.")

ALSO theres going to be some posts in the queue that will come after this but i drew those BEFORE this one but for any continuity errors, this one is the most accurate as of right now (design wise)

i do have more ideas for them (holoponies in general) that idk if ill draw but i am open to any suggestions :)

[glocksglory]

#grownwomantypebeat

_You’ve officially entered your grown woman body era. It’s literally like you’ve undergone a second puberty. You have the body of a thick, curvy, mature woman over the age of 25, especially one that has given birth as you possess post childbirth hips. You got a fully-figured, busty, fully-developed, curvy, thick semi-pear shaped body that grows curvier and thicker with every breath you take. You have a milf, hentai, post-childbirth-like body. You always receive compliments on your thick, busty body and every1 wants to have a body like you, but it’s simply impossible because it’s all DNA and genetics frfr. You’ve always been thick but you’ve gotten so much thicker that it’s nearly impossible to fit into your old shirts and pants anymore; your skirts even rise when you walk. You’re gaining weight in all the right areas, especially your breasts, butt, hips, thighs, and calves. You store specifically subcutaneous fat, which is fat directly beneath the skin. You have a higher body fat percentage and a lower muscle mass percentage. You don’t have any visible bone or muscle definition seen through your skin; this is because you have a juicy, plump, soft, squishy, cushioned, plush, pillow-like body. You’re immune to looking bony or sharp and only capable of looking thick, plump, soft and curvy. Your body has fully developed and your breasts, hips, butt, and thighs are filled with so much muscle, fat and tissue. You have increased body fat deposits as you’re producing perfect, healthy amounts of estrogen that resulted in you receiving a curvy, thick body naturally, encouraging more body fat deposition! Calories, fat, and weight are heavily migrated in your breasts, butt, hips, thighs, and calves. Every molecule of fat you consume goes straight to your breasts, butt, hips, thighs and other desired places. You have 1111 pounds of fat in your breasts, butt, hips, and thighs. You've gained immense amounts of desired fat everywhere on your body except for your abdominal area. Your body is so thick and fleshy that bone definition is nowhere to be seen (except in your abdominal area); almost like Ice Spice. The fat cells in your butt, breasts, hips and thighs are rapidly multiplying and growing at uncontrollable rates. Your body is programmed to store fat only in your butt, breasts, hips, thighs and other desired areas. You gain weight without having to eat or workout at all, it is what it is.

_You have massive, rounded, tear-drop shaped, full, protruding, plump, perky, lifted, symmetrical, balanced, harmonical, proportional, close-set and attractive breasts. They’re so humongous that they practically spill out of any bras you wear, breaking the straps. So massive that they almost touch your laps yet remain so uplifted. You got anime-like tiddies that move with video game jiggle physics. Your breasts jiggle and bounce with every slight movement you make. It’s hard to ignore ‘em cause they bounce with every step you take. If you were to fall, they’d cushion and protect you. Your breasts have that push-up bra effect because there’s a natural cleavage present and they’re extremely close-set. People always think you wearing a bra cause they sit up so nicely. When people talk 2 you it’s hard not to look down; they’re so eye-catching. Like JT in Baggin (My titties perfect, they plastic), you got mfs thinking your breasts are fake with the way they sit so pretty effortlessly.

+ increase breast width, diameter, projection and volume

+ have insane amounts of breast tissue

+ have high breast projection from the chest wall

+ breasts, nipples and areolas taste good af

_Your butt is the epitome of the words uplifted, full, plump, jiggly, soft, juicy, perky, squishy, plush-like, fat, oversized, round, peachy, heart-shaped, shelf, colossal, puffy, huge, slappable, grabbable, humongous, gigantic, vast, enormous, massive, overgrown, cakey, thick, heavy, obese, inflated, protruding, ginormous, and ridiculously-large. You have a ginormous, thick, fat, booty that claps jiggles, wiggles, and bounces even in the thickest denim jeans. Your butt sits up and is so round making it embody the definition of “bubble butt”. Your butt is so jiggly like jello. You have jello-like cheeks that bounce, wiggle, jiggle, and ripple resembling ocean waves, even with even the slightest movements; like Ari Fletcher. Because your butt is just 2 big, you have deep, prominent, curved, under-cheek creases like Rubi Rose & Ice Spice (ex. https://www.instagram.com/p/CyU1hBguTbw/?igsh=MWhoY2g1Zm1hejg1dg== & https://www.instagram.com/p/CiqLMxJv_q7/?igsh=YWp5bmR6ZG5nN3Fp) Your gluteus maximus, medius, and minimus are so big and oversized; it looks like you’ve been doing exercises targeting the butt foreva. Your booty is literally way too big, fat, thick, and chunky to fit in your jeans or underwear; practically ripping every article of clothing you attempt to wear. Your buttcheeks are so big that your lips down there are hidden behind them. Each booty cheek weighs 1111 pounds; it lowkey deserves separate seats for each. You have exponentially multiplying fat cells in each of your butt cheeks, Your ass is noticeable and sexy from the front, back and side view; doing whole 360s in this bitch! When you walk past mfs, they be thinking *damnnn ha ass is fat*. Mfs can’t help but say “gyat damnnn” whenever you walk by. You have the perfect shelf booty that pokes out from the side, taking the shape of a capital letter ‘P’.

_Your hips are so wide it seems like you’re sitting down while standing up. Because your hips are so wide, you struggle to walk through doorways and you can’t even pull up yo pants. Your hips look as if they’ve been drawn by a manga artist. You have rounded, wide, broad, vast, curvy, padded, fleshy and expanded hips. You have broad, post child-birth hips in the best way possible. You got a low, wide lip flare that compliments your body. Your hips are so wide you can’t even wrap a measuring tape ‘round it. Mfs know you have a big butt as they can see it from the front because of your wide hips. Your hips are significantly wider than your shoulders; it almost looks fake. You have thick layers of fat and flesh on your hips; decreasing the muscle and bone definition and completely filling out hip-dips (if any). You have expanded and evenly distributed fat/tissue deposits and fat/tissue pads on the sides of your hips. You have plumped, wide, jumbo-sized, curvy, round, poking-out hips and an extremely fleshy lower body in general. Your cute, expanded, padded, plush, pushed outwards, inflated, plump, curved, round, obese, wide, smooth, fresh, protruding, feminine, maximized, swollen, broad, and fatty saddlebags (side butt) add to your curvy hips appearance and are heavily accentuated by your bone structure.

+ trochanters that are significantly wider than the ilium

+ have have hyper-wide, broad, trochanters

+ low-placed, low-seated, narrow ilium

+ possess the positive benefits of having hypertrophy saddlebags and steatopygia

_You are the human personification of the phrase ‘thick thighs save lives’. Your thighs could deadass break watermelons. Your thighs are literally the epitome of big, thick, large, humongous, enormous, gigantic, fat, chubby, squishy and soft. You have thighs similar to SZA and Megan Thee Stallion. Your thighs are soft and squishy like marshmallows, and thick and soft like pillows. Everyone fantasizes about using your thighs as pillows & you got mfs always begging to use your thighs as pillows. You literally have to use 2 chairs to sit down because they spill over chairs n shi. Your thighs are so thick that popeyes biscuits and molasses have nothing on them! You easily store and gain fat in your thighs. You have increased thickness and layers of fat and flesh in your thighs. You have the best thunder thighs in the world.

+ genetically store fat in the legs

+ have thick, plump, wide, chubby legs

& symmetrical, balanced, harmonical, proportional fat composition, muscle mass, body frame, bone structure, body shape, body angles, body proportions, body weight, body height, body type.

& symmetrical, balanced, harmonical, proportional neck, torso, chest, abdomen, belly, waist, hips, butt, legs, hands, arms, fingers, shoulders, collarbone, back, breasts, thighs, feet, and toes.

[paquerettexx]

leo kurosagi — tiny dancer (one-shot)

model reevaluates relationship with diabolic influencer

pairing: leo kurosagi / reader

tags: angst, hurt no comfort, manipulation, gaslighting, slightly mature themes

words: 878

[cross posted from ao3]

Hand on my chin, tilting my face upward to meet his eyes. Eyes like amber stare back at me, golden glint flashing under the reflection of the dim and gloom from the windows.

"I'm tired, Leo..." I heaved a sigh, eyes averting away from the sweet temptation of his honeyed eyes. His lips would quirk a bit at the side as he finds amusement within my predicament. "I can't do this anymore." I whispered.

"You're spewing nonsense again, babe." He'd dismiss my words with a scoff as if I was deliberately being difficult for him. "Quit being so boring, you're my bitch."

"That's the thing– I don't want to be your bitch anymore." I stated, biting my lips, my hands clenched into fists from being infuriated.

"That's not for you to decide, okay?" Leo would whisper, his lips barely ghosting over my ears as his breath warmed my face. "You'll only listen to me." He added before placing a kiss on my cheek.

"You ruined me." I mumbled under my breath as I sat frozen on our bed, my back against the ginormous window that overlooked other skyscrapers within the city.

"You ruined yourself." He'd deny my voice, lips coming to place a chaste kiss on my cheek as I felt salty teardrops fall on my cheeks. "I'm only taking good care of my precious bitch." Leo would add, combing my hair through his fingers before leaning in to place a kiss on my locks.

"Are you acting like this because I neglected you for a week? Is that it, hm?" He'd ask, tone insensitive to my tears as always. The weather outside reflected my feelings– cloudy, gloomy, and hazy. Gray clouds blanketed the sky, covering the sun; not even a ray of light could reach me who was trapped in his arms.

White sheets sprawled over the bed pooling around our bodies, the strap of my nightgown off my shoulder, and littered hickeys across my skin– it was all evidence of what had transpired between us last night. It made me feel disgusted at myself. How could I continue to be with a man like him?

"I asked a question." I flinched as his sharp tone brought me back like a stinging slap to my cheek. "I- I just missed you." I gritted my teeth as another lie casually fell off my lips. I'm so tired of this.

"Heh?" He'd smirk, a cunning light devilishly dancing in his eyes which were filled with amusement. "Is that right? My perfect little model missed me?" He'd taunt, an arm coming to trap me against the window and the other coming to caress my thigh, slowly hitching my nightgown up.

"I guess I should reward you more, huh? Should I give you praise? Do you think you deserve praise~?" Leo would ask, tone cheery as if he's chanting a song that would pull me back to him.

"This is your type of reward, right~?" He'd hum against my neck as he leaned in and placed a kiss, lips trailing down to my collarbone before racing up against to trace my jaw. He'd litter butterfly kisses all over my chest, my neck, and everywhere else but not my lips. He'd gaze at every part of me but never once peek into my heart that was already in his hands.

"Leo... I don't think this is a good idea anymore." I voiced out, hands coming to halt his actions. I pried his hands away from me, unable to meet his gaze that I know would trap me like quicksand.

"Hah, you really lost your mind." Leo would sigh before pulling away, hands coming to look for his phone on the nightstand as he threw on a shirt he'd discarded to the floor last night.

"This isn't like you to push me away but whatever." He would add, eyes already focused on his phone as he scrolled through his social media accounts.

"Listen up, bitch. I don't care what you do as long as you bring me clout. Let's film a vlog tomorrow so you better have that stupid smile on your face by then." Were his last words to me before he slammed the door closed, leaving me with my thoughts once again.

My heart was hammering against my chest once I was left alone again, knees to my chest as I curled up into a ball just as the rain started pouring outside.

It was strange- something even I couldn't comprehend. He used me, my name, my fame, my job, and my persona for his own gain; all for something as dismal as internet clout. Every time I pulled away, he'd pull me back in and lull me into his arms with his fickle affection that I crave. I knew I was on the losing end yet every time, I kept waiting for him to come back, to kiss it all better. He's insufferable and irredeemable yet I'm only a fool who wanted to change him.

I wanted to change him for the better yet I knew better than anyone else that my efforts are futile. He couldn't be changed, rather, he doesn't want to change. And I? I am only a tiny dancer waltzing in the palm of his hands.

[eddiegettingshot]

Do you think his meat is so ginormous that they had to specially choreograph and plan the righty whitey dance scene around it? I mean.. the flopper could’ve flopped at any second!

they had to strap it down <3

[syrupbnuuy]

This is a weird thing but-

The sheer *strength* that a cowgirl's bra has to have...wiiiide straps, thick cups...mmh~

Oh it's not weird at all~ The fibers in those bras have to be ridiculously strong! And milk is heavy. So to be holding up a pair of ginormous, gallon filled tits? I think cow-bra engineering might be an untapped market~

[juliacoller]

Ghoul and Ghoulettes Smut HC's

I absolutely needed to throw all of my ideas out there, and this isn't even all of them

Warnings: breeding kink, biting, nipple play, choking, dacryphilia, puppy!Mountain, size kink, praise kink, body worship, foot fetish, roughhhh sex, feminization, strap on play, and oral (female and male recieving)

Word Count: 2,334 words

Swiss:

He absolutely has a breeding kink

Loves to bite on his partner, leaving marks just from scraping his fangs over their skin

Could spend hours just sucking on his partner's nipples, loving the way they squirm and whimper as he licks and laps at their rosy buds

Speaking of whimpering, he absolutely loves a noisy partner, as he himself cannot shut up during sex. He loves being vocal, moaning, groaning, whimpering, and especially crying

"Gotta cum in you"

"One more for me, baby"

"Gonna let me knot you?"

"Gotta fuck you so good"

"Such a messy boy/girl/baby"

Loves to watch his partner cry from pleasure, so overwhelmed that all they can do is sob and beg

Wants to watch mascara and tears stream down their face, trace the lines, and lick the tears off of them

Get a hand around his throat and he's immediately gone, stare into his eyes and threaten him with a real sweet promise and he will be putty in your hands

He's willing to get on his knees for anyone he finds worthy, nearly kissing the ground they walk on. He will go to embarrassing lengths to worship their partner

Sidenote: We all know that all of the ghouls are in intimate relationships with each other aka... they fuck

To continue on that: Swiss absolutely LOVES sex with Cumulus, something about how plush her thighs are around his face, the squish of her tummy against his as he fucks into her, and the jiggle of her tits as she viscously rides him. He just has something for the way her body envelopes him and reacts to each movement he makes.

Aether:

Aether likes to be reminded that he is bigger than his partner (if true), likes having them under him, watching them drown in his presence

Def hard dom vibes, will do anything for his partner to service them but will not take any brattiness, he won't be asking them to do anything, he will be forcing them to obey

Will fuck the brattiness out of anyone, he once got Dew to stop bitching about how bad his fingers hurt from practice by giving them something else to do

Likes to have his nipples played with, I HC that he got them pierced at some point when they were on the road. He saw just how much Dew loves having the jewelry played with and had to know what it was about.

Please touch his nips.

Wants to put his hands to use, will use them to jack off any of the other ghouls before a ritual, or sink them so deep into his bandmates until they are whimpering and sobbing into his shoulder

He misses touring with the Ghost Project but doesn't shy away from sending videos to his pack mates, reminding them of just how much he misses fucking them

Phantom:

He has a ginormous praise kink, with him being so new and unsure of everything it can be overwhelming, but the moment Swiss opens his mouth to say, "Pretty boy really does have some talent" at their first rehearsal, Phantom can't get it out of his brain until later that night as he whimpers and moans in the shower

He's so bendy??

Likes when his partner forces him into different positions, wants his partner to shove his knees above his head as they hold him and fuck him into the bed

When he first gets involved with the other ghouls, he is almost always the bottom, a bit too shy to be bratty or take control of a space, but once he gets a bit more comfortable he works his way up to topping Sodo, but having to rely on (to Sodo's excitement) his quintessence a bit much

He tends to be a bit quiet in his day-to-day life but is very expressive in his body language, his eyebrows are always responding and his posture is a giveaway of his emotions

His quietness does translate to his loudness during sex, he's normally quiet and tries to swallow his noises as much as he can, but when his partner gets him too worked up he can let out little whimpers and groans that are soooooo meek, but it definitely gives his partner a sense of achievement

He likes his hair being played with, tugging, braiding, brushing, just about anything will make his heart tug simply because his partner wants to play with his hair

Sodo:

He's a brat...

What more do you want me to say?

He wants to get pissed off and have someone put him in his place, force his face into the bed as they pound him from behind, tell him that he's dramatic and ridiculous, degrade him and remind him of just how rude he can be, but he is never, ever, left to feel alone or unwanted.

Sodo has some separation issues, fearful that his pack will leave him to be alone, that they will ostracize him, that one day they will get sick of his antics.

Due to these fears, he needs reassurance. He loves his rough sex, loves when his fellow ghouls degrade him, but he needs the aftercare after.

Like Sodo wants to lay in bed or in the bath and cuddle until he falls asleep, he doesn't ask for much but he just wants to be held and reassured.

He's kinda like a kitten after sex, he just makes little mewling and purring sounds and squishes his face up against his partner

Enough kitty dew, Sodo will do just about anything and everything with his partner

Want him to choke you? He's there in a second

Want him to cry when you fuck him? Don't even have to ask

All to say, Sodo is pretty much all game for anything his partner wants. But, I think that comes from the people pleaser in him.

Rain:

He's babygirl.

He wants to be rammed into the bed while being called pretty

Put him in some frilly lingerie and embarrass him and he'll be blushing like crazy

When he blushes, it's not only his cheeks. His chest erupts in blooms of red and pink, his ears get red like cherries, and his neck becomes a beautiful light pink.

He wants to get all hot and embarrassed in front of his partner, he wants tears to flow from his cheeks, and he especially wants them to lick said tears off of his cheeks when their done

Loves to have sex in water, sign him up for shower sex any time

He wants to be in touch with his element while his partner sucks his soul out of him, or while he shoves them against the wall and desperately fucks them

He likes to have sex in the lake that is near the Abbey, on the bank or while in the water, wants to just be in his element and in his partner

Isn't afraid of domming sometimes, he will put someone in their place and fuck them until they're crying desperate

He is very clumsy

He tends to get a lot of bruises, he wants to look at them and see how the blue, purple, and yellow stain his skin

He especially likes when his partner pushes their thumb into the bruises, a cry erupting from deep in his chest

Wants the pain to intervene with his pleasure, sting through just as he feels good

He falls a lot, he has a hard time with his exceptionally long limbs, this translates into his sex quite often

He's bendy, tied up like a human pretzel, and he wants to be treated as such. He likes pulling his knees up and holding the backs of his knees, he especially likes when Aether pushes him back, up, and over so that his knees are over his head and pushing into the bed.

Please... he's the definition of Babygirl

Mountain:

He's just so biggggg

He looms over his partner, and it comforts him to know that

His hands especially are big, can wrap them around his partner's neck and they easily cover the entire front

He likes to shove his hands in his partner's mouth, make them gag and swallow around his fingers and see the way tears prick in the corner of their eyes just from the mere size of his hands

His large size also translates to his cock, and boy does he love to watch the way his partner's body swallows him and eagerly takes him

He has a foot fetish, sorry

He loves to give foot rubs, using the excuse that he just wants to "relieve some stress" for his partner, but they both know how much it affects him

Their foot in his lap and hands, his cock is twitching in his pants, saliva is pooling in his mouth

It's not long before he's drooling over them and kissing up their legs, begging to be inside of them

He likes to be called things like, "pretty boy", "beautiful", and "little thing"

Make him feel pretty, he's so big and he's always equated with being so masculine, he wants to be someone's little toy

As much as he loves being the dominant one, he wants to be humiliated, wants to submit to someone

He wants to sob and scream for his partner, bow to their feet and worship the ground they walk on

He wants them to tell him just how bad he's been, shove his face into the ground and watch his tears dampen the carpet

I also am a firm puppy!Mountain believer.

Cumulus:

She's so soft, and everyone knows it and wants to benefit from it\

She loves when she gets to dom her partner

Likes watching tears flow down their face, especially likes when they wear mascara or eyeliner, the streams of black only encouraging her more

Likes when she gets to shove her partner's head between her thighs, not only does she enjoy the blinding pleasure they give her, but she likes that she gets to see their eyes roll back, hair get all jostled from her fingers, and tongue lapping so deliciously at her folds

She wants to see bruises on her thighs from her partner gripping her too tight

Please squish your face in her tummy and thighs, she's so soft and comfy, it's a real turn on for her if you squeeze and love these places on her

She def has a strap and uses it frequently

The boys in the pack beg for her to use it on them, hearing stories from Dew about just how rough she was on him, he couldn't walk for quite some time after

Cirrus and Sunny are very familiar with her strap and beg for it quite often

She is waiting to fucking Rora with her strap, too nervous to break her down too quick

Cirrus:

She's mommy. She expects to be called such.

She likes standing above her partner, making them feel small under her stare, shrinking into their own embarrassment

She wants to ride her partner and pretend that it isn't affecting her at all, stare in their eyes and see the tears as they form

Her fingers are dexterous, nimble, and lithe

She wants to shove her fingers in every place possible

Shoving her fingers into her partner's mouth, forcing them to swallow and gag around them, she wants them to swirl their tongue around her digits and sob as she deprives them of all sensations besides her fingers in their mouth

Shoving their fingers in their hole, watching them sob and writhe around her, their hole squeezing on her fingers

Although she wants to stretch her partner out, she doesn't plan on utilizing their hole, she wants them to impale her

She'll leave them leaking and stretched, only for her to sink onto their cock/strap

She is desperate to leave marks on her partner, scratching and sucking all over their skin. Going as far as drawing blood after digging her nails in too far

Cirrus wants to look at the marks afterwards, run her hands over the cuts and bruises with care, pressing kisses to all of the parts of their skin that are still sensitive

Aurora:

She's such a princess

Which also means she's a pillow princess, she loves when her partner takes care of her, she feels like it's proof of their dedication for her

She wants her partner to tell her how pretty she is as she lays there and takes whatever they give her, little tears pricking her eyes as she gets so incredibly overwhelmed with pleasure

She wants to be overstimulated and overwhelmed, she will take whatever her partner gives her, even if that means her body is writhing and begging for them to stop

She likes when her partner gives her hickeys all over her body, she likes when she can look at the purple blooms all across her beautiful skin

She especially likes when her partner rubs their hands all over her when she's sore after sex, pressing their fingers into the bruises forcing a small moan to leave her lips

She wants to be called such lovely names, make her feel pretty

"Princess" and "Pretty Girl"

She will also become a bit bratty if she is called anything different, when her partner calls her "messy girl" when she's got a bit of their cum dripping out of her mouth she immediately pouts and becomes a bit more resilient

She's just so soft and pretty

The pack is so gentle with her, but she snapped at Mountain one day and begged him to absolutely wreck her, that she's "not made of glass, now please fuck me"

She ended up sobbing as he folded her in half and fucked her within an inch of her life

After that, the pack was a little less gentle with her and realized that she can take more than they originally thought