#request from rottmntrulesall

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Can you do Cam boy Tengen with wives as they do a livestream session of them all having sex with a shy voluptuous female reader?

Cyber Sex (Tengen x Wives x F!Plus-Size!Reader 18+ One Shot) [REQUEST FILL]

Pairing: Camboy!Tengen Uzui x Camgirl!Wives x Plus-Size!GF!Reader

Synopsis: Your boyfriend Tengen and his wives, also your girlfriends, are big in the world of camming. They are a popular camming couple that have made you the newest addition to their little family. Intrigued by their profession and the idea of having sex on camera, you decide to partake in one of their livestreams despite your nerves and insecurities in your body threatening to ruin it for you. Lucky for you, your sexy partners are 100% addicted to you and how you look on camera.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS DNI); Camboy!Tengen x Camgirl!Wives; Poly Relationship; Shy to Slutty!Reader; Sex On Camera; Exhibitionism; Voyeurism; Fivesome; Daddy Kink; Sex w/ Sex Toys; Anal Play/Mild Analingus; Oral (Giving & Receiving); 69ing/Facesitting; Doggystyle; Everyone Cums; Mutual Os; Facials; Cum Play; Aftercare 

Writer's Note: @rottmntrulesall Thank you so much for your patience & THIS CONCEPT!!! As soon as you sent it, I knew I had to write it. I'm sorry I couldn't get it out quicker. Work has been soooo busy + other writing projects. I hope you enjoy it regardless! 💗💗💗💗 -Jazz

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You sit as rigid as a board in your vanity chair as Suma stands behind you, teasing your hair for at least the fourth time. 

With every spritz of gloss in your hair, you become more and more nervous. You’re supposed to be excited to be all dressed up for the camera, but the knowledge of what will come next makes your stomach jump. 

“So you ready for your official debut, cutie?” Suma asks, her breasts pushed against the back of your chair.

You can see why she makes so much money as a camgirl with her set of double Ds, hourglass body, and shapely ass. It is how your other two girlfriends, Hinatsuru and Makio, are shaped, their God-given bodies only accentuated by the babydolls they wear for the “occasion”. 

You are wearing one as well–much larger in size to fit your soft, shapely body with its love handles, stretchmarks, rolls, and pudginess that your partners somehow cannot get enough of. The girls decided on a powdery pink babydoll with lace trim, a matching thong to hug your round, shapely ass, and furry heels to make your red-painted toes even cuter. 

The “occasion” in question is your grand debut with your romantic partners, both who are sex workers and majorly popular in the camming world. That sounds better than having sex on camera in front of a bunch of strangers.

You take the bottle of sour apple-flavored vodka from the vanity and pour yourself a shot before downing it between your glossy, bubblegum-flavored lips. The girls watch you while you gulp down the strong liquid that already begins clouding your senses and some of your frazzled nerves. “Y-Yeah,” you stammer. Makio snorts from her spot on the stool next to yours. “That was a no.” 

The girls giggle together at your nervousness, making you flush with embarrassment. Suma coos, wrapping her arms around you from the back. “Awww, you’ve got nothing to worry about, cutie pie! It’s just us!” 

Hinatsuru nods, standing behind you with her long, raven-black hair in her usual high ponytail. “She’s right, darling. We’ve been dating for two years now. You have nothing to be scared of when we’re your loving partners.”

Her soft, soothing voice would usually relax you, but nothing seems to be working to calm you. “It’s not that, girls,” you confess. “I just don’t wanna mess up. I mean, thousands will be watching and—“ 

Makio stops you by rising from her stool, nearly knocking it over. “Hey!” she barks, glaring at you in the LED-lit mirror. “None of that. Our followers will love us no matter what and they’ll love you too! Don’t get in that head.”

She pokes at your temple but bloats your face with a tissue to ensure that your makeup isn’t ruined. Even as the hot-headed one between your girlfriends, Makio is the most loving and affectionate. 

“Awwww, aren’t you the sweetest!” Suma squeals while Hinatsuru gives you a knowing smile. Makio blushes as red as her babydoll (Hinatsuru’s is purple while Suma’s is blue).

“And remember what Tengen-sama said,” Hinatsuru says, placing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You can always say our safety word or tap one of us three times if you ever need to slow down or stop. Your safety and comfort come first.” 

Suma snorts in that way where she is struggling to hold back a joke. “Unless you cum first,” she giggles.

You and the girls stare at her, totally done, even as she giggles and snorts hysterically at her own juvenile joke. But it manages to make you crack a smile even when the idea of having sex on camera with your camgirl girlfriends and camboy boyfriend in front of their adoring audience still makes you quiver. 

After Suma finishes with your hair, giving it soft yet teasing waves, and Hinatsuru applies another slick of lip gloss to your lips, you stare at yourself in the mirror. All you see staring back at you is a pretty girl who needs to be touched and fucked on all night until her hair is a wreck and her makeup is running. You want nothing more than for Tengen and your girls to do that to you. 

“Okay,” you sigh. You turn around in your hair to face your adoring girlfriends with a determined smile. “Let’s do it then. I don’t wanna keep your fans waiting.”

As if being walked down the red carpet, the three gorgeous girls walk you down the hallway from the bathroom with its pink, plush rugs to the bedroom you share with your partners. Your heart flips as you hear the soft music playing and your boyfriend’s seductive chuckles from behind the door. 

Hinatsuru gives you a reassuring smile and a wink before she knocks daintily on the door. “Come in!” Tengen hollers from behind the door.

She opens it, revealing a bedroom decorated for the occasion with plush rugs, a satin, black bedspread, and a neon light coating the walls in a soft, neon pink. The entire room smells of vanilla and bergamot, somehow easing your nerves in a way the vodka did not. But nothing catches your attention more than your man. 

Tengen, known simply as “Uzui” in the sex work world and among his fanbase, lounges against the many multi-colored pillows and Sanrio plushies that you and Makio are obsessed with, his satin pants so low on his narrow hips that you can see his well-defined V-line and the outline of his big, gorgeous cock that lies just underneath the satin fabric.

His body, as if cut with stone, is slick with oil from his broad shoulders to his big, squeezable forearms right down his washboard abs. His silvery locks cascade down in waves to his shoulder blades, curling up against his earlobes that drip with colorful earrings. 

He is busy staring at the glowing screen of his laptop, running a hand over one of his pierced, brown nipples that you can’t help but salivate over, when his maroon-crimson eye lifts from the screen to widen at the sight of you. His other lies behind an eyepatch though it is probably just as wide with shock.

“There are my pretty girls!” he exclaims, grinning his wide, white-toothed grin at you. “And what’s this little outfit you’ve got on, babe?” His grin only grows as the girls gently walk you farther into the room. You try not to flinch when Makio closes the door behind you. 

“It’s for you, Daddy,” Hinatsuru replies. “We got her all dressed up for her grand debut tonight.” She gently caresses the lace of your babydoll covering your tummy to which Tengen’s eye is drawn to. “Isn’t she pretty, Daddy?!” Suma asks, practically teeming with excitement. “I told her that pink is her color!” 

Tengen seems to agree with the way his smile has turned into something more lustful. He moves the laptop off of his strong thighs and rises from the bed. “Why don’t you three entertain our guests while I greet our actress?”

You can hear the little rapid fire bloop-bloop sounds of people liking the livestream and you briefly wonder how long Tengen was streaming before you arrived. 

At the mention of “entertaining”, Suma excitedly claps her hands and runs over to the bed, belly-flopping onto the bedspread. Makio rolls her eyes and crosses her arms as she struts over, her ass moving so enticingly in her lace panties.

“You little attention whore,” she scoffs. Suma sticks her tongue out at her, smacking her ass when she gets on the bed. “Says the one who begged to cum on camera!” she shoots back. 

As the two begin to argue in front of their horny and eager audience behind the screen, Hinatsuru gives you and Tengen an adoring smile. “Don’t keep us waiting, you two.” She gives you both a peck on the cheek before she joins the two girls on the bed, playfully shoving a Pikachu plushie in Makio’s face. 

You can see the appeal as the three girls banter and be their adorable selves in front of the laptop for all the world to see. They are just too cute!

It was what drew you to them the moment you started watching their streams alongside Tengen being his hot and flashy self.

He and his wives became big in the camming world due to their relationship dynamics, role play sessions (with costumes included), and Tengen’s hot dirty talk that always seemed to turn you into a puddle. You had been a fan for some time, lurking in the comments with your camera turned off and dropping tips when your money was right. 

Soon, the foursome took notice of you and began shouting you out. “Thank you for the tip, Cute Little Listener!” Tengen said one night, all while pausing from a heavy make-out session with Hinatsuru.

Your username on his tongue nearly made you cream all over yourself…but nothing prepared you for the sultry look he shot at the camera. “Maybe one night you’ll turn on your camera and let us see just how cute and little you are.” 

Cute? Sure! But little? You didn’t define yourself as “little” at all. But when you finally turned on your camera for a private session with Tengen and his girls, they regarded you as if you were the prettiest, sexiest thing ever. And when you met them weeks later in person, Tengen’s sheer size made you feel as if you were as little as an ant! 

He towers over you now in the hallway, his big hands dripping in bracelets and rings cascading over your pudgy sides. “Look at you,” he coos. “You look fuckin’ delicious, babe.”

Despite his lustful smile and gorgeous body on full display for you, you can’t even muster up enough courage to cop a feel. “I don’t feel very fuckin’ delicious,” you murmur, feeling your stomach churn again. Maybe you should’ve had more shots. 

Tengen’s smile drops and he encases your hands in his, secure and safe. “Are you second guessing this? It’s okay if you are. This is your first time having sex on camera, right?”

He wraps his big, beefy arms around you, encasing you in them. You press yourself against him, feeling safe the instant your body is meshed with his. “Yeah, but it’s with you guys! I should be so excited!” 

You’re the one who came up with the idea in the first place! One, because you were curious and two, to spice up your sex life. While sex with the foursome is always a blast, it enticed you to have sex in front of their dozens of adoring, paying fans, especially once you learned that they were all interested in meeting you.

While it excited you before, now? All it does is fill you with dread. Tengen stares you down with that damn eye, seeming to know all of your thoughts. “Does this have anything to do with the audience or something more…personal?” 

He says the word very carefully, making you understand exactly what he means. You hide your face in his chest though you keep some space to avoid ruining your makeup. “It’s both,” you admit. “I’m sorry, Ten. I know you don’t like me talking about my body so poorly, but—“ 

“Stop,” he firmly says. His voice dips an octave, becoming steely and authoritative. It sends shivers up and down your spine. “Don’t say anything more. Your body is perfect, darlin’, just the way it is. Don’t feel any type of way about it just because the girls are smaller. It makes no difference.”

You crack a smile, touched by his sweet words. “And if nobody likes it, they can log the fuck off. But that won’t happen.” 

He takes your chin between his big hand and multi-colored nails. “Not with a girl as hot as you cumming on camera.” Sparks as hot as burning rods shoot through you, your arousal growing now. “So no more doubting yourself, got it?” he asks. “Don’t make me punish you before we’ve even had a chance to get online.” 

SMACK!

He takes his other hand and gives you an open-palmed smack on the ass, emitting a soft gasp from you and a tingle in your clit. “Yes, Daddy,” you giggle, suddenly giddy and ready to start the cyber sex session. He grins down at you, pressing a chaste kiss to your nose.

“Thaaat’s my good girl,” he draws. “Now let’s introduce your sexy ass to your new fans!” He then takes your hand in his and waltzes you back into the bedroom where you are met with a pleasant surprise. 

Your girls have already started their entertainment session for the audience: Hinatsuru and Suma teasing Makio in front of the screen, her creamy thighs spread open and her lace panties discarded, showing off her puffy, pink pussy drizzling with wetness and teased by Hinatsuru’s fingers.

Suma has one of Makio’s pink nipples in her mouth while her hand fondles the other, Makio’s babydoll pried open to reveal both of her tits to the screen. 

When you walk in with Tengen, Hinatsuru and Suma turn their heads to each give you giddy smiles. Poor Makio is too busy facing the wickedness of the fingers on her pussy and the mouth on her nipple to notice, sweet moans and whimpers leaving her lips.

“Oh, look!” Tengen laughs, wrapping an arm around your pudgy waist. “They already started. Little sluts couldn’t wait to start.” 

“We’re sorry, Daddy,” Hinatsuru apologizes, still rubbing away at Makio’s clit, earning dozens of likes on the stream. “We were just getting ourselves warmed up for you and Y/N. We still have plenty of time, don’t we, Makio?” She plunges a finger inside of Makio, emitting a long, high-pitched whine from her open lips. The very sound makes you wet, pushing the fabric to your panties up against your pussy lips. 

Tengen leads you over to the bed and smacks Hinatsuru, making her shoo the girls over to make room for you and him. The girls pause from teasing Makio to make you comfortable, placing you in the middle of the mattress before Tengen scoops you into his lap. From behind you, Hinatsuru sucks Makio’s juices off of her fingers as Suma playfully bites at Makio’s nipple, earning a pillow whack in the face.

 Tengen squeezes an arm securely around your waist as he places himself and you in frame. Suddenly, you are facing his entire world with the left side bar exploding with comments like rapidfire. “Attention, bitches, bros, and nonbinary hoes!” Tengen boasts. “This here is my beautiful girlfriend, Y/N.” He presses a kiss to your cheek before his juicy lips trail down your neck. “Introduce yourself to the audience, honey,” he coos in your ear. 

Despite his honeyed kisses and the scent of your girlfriends’ perfume clouding your senses, you manage to speak: “Hi, everyone,” you shyly say. “It’s so nice to finally meet all of you.”

You stare at yourself–such a pretty girl–on the screen, smiling wider as the comments grow more positive, gushing over how pretty you are. “Awww, they like you!” Suma coos, crooning over your neck to get a look. “See? We told you they would!” 

“And they’re gonna love her even more after we get this off,” Tengen sultry remarks, playing with the tie holding together your babydoll. “Actually, I think it’s time we all get naked, hm?”

He turns to the girls–his girls–one by one, giving them each a smirk filled with promises of what will follow later. The baby dolls fall off, revealing each of your naked bodies to Tengen and his joyful, aroused audience watching from behind their computers and phones. 

Though the bodies of his three wives are gorgeous, Tengen’s eye is planted firmly on yours, his beautiful girlfriend. He runs his hands down your sides blessed with extra curves that translate to love handles and roles hotter than the ones out of the oven. Your titties hang like overripe fruit on a tree and your thick thighs encase the sobbing, wet pussy that he so desperately wants to see, touch, taste, and feel.

And your ass…the damn thing could stop traffic! “Fuckin’ perfect,” he groans. “How did I ever get this lucky to have four such sexy girls?” 

While his wives begin coating him in kisses–his neck, his broad shoulders, his back muscles–, he scoops you up into his lap again with your back pressed against his front.

A soft gasp leaves your lips as you suddenly face yourself on the screen, totally naked and open-mouthed as Tengen’s lips caress your neck. His big hands cup your tits in his hands, massaging and rolling them around in a way that has your head swimming.

Despite how big they are, your soft pair of breasts fit so perfectly in his calloused palms, his thick fingers tweaking and pulling on your nipples. “Look at these,” he softly growls, giving the laptop a searing look. “These are mine.” 

Before you can even blink, he forces you to turn around to face him, your back to the camera.

SMACK!

His hand comes down across your ass, the sound of it connecting with one of your cheeks ricocheting across the bedroom. “See this?” he chuckles, seeing something you can’t. “These are mine!” Ping-ping-ping! The sound of many likes and loves fill the air, signaling more upvotes and views for your camboy and his camgirls. 

You turn around to face the screen, gawking at the hearts popping up all over the left side of the screen. “See all those hearts?” Tengen asks, his voice like smooth butter, breathless and lust-filled. “They’re all for you, baby. All because of this body.”

He takes two handfuls of your ass and spreads it open for the camera, gripping each cheek and emitting a moan from your lips. He captures your open mouth in a passionate, possessive kiss, his tongue swirling with yours. 

“No fair,” Suma whines, pecking Tengen on the arm. “I want kisses too!”

Hinatsuru crawls over to you, running her hands over your sides. “Me too,” she softly whispers, pecking your neck. “Don’t leave us out.”

Tengen chuckles as he pulls away from your shared feverish kiss, grinning at the needy women surrounding him, his eye filled with adoration. “Now how could Daddy forget about his other baby girls?” he coos. 

He moves you off of his lap and shares kisses with each of his wives, all of them filled with the same passion, adoration, and feral kind of lust that he shared with you. You always get so wet seeing them together and now, you feel yourself becoming soaked, your body tingling with need for more. That need only grows when Tengen’s lips find yours again and he lays you down on the satin bed sheets. The girls join in, coating your body in kisses, from your neck to your stomach to your thighs. 

You are practically teeming with need and desperation, especially when they bring the toys out (with lube, of course). The girls are way too eager to toy with you while Tengen watches on, his big hand palming himself through his satin slacks. Makio and Hinatsuru clip nipple clamps on you, teasingly tweaking and pulling on your nipples to make them extra sensitive.

Tengen’s eyes grow big when finally Suma bends you over for him moments later, your body trembling from the pinching of the clamps around your nipples. “That’s our good girl,” he coos as Suma runs a butt plug around the rim of your asshole. “You should see how cute you look right now, darlin’.” 

“So cute,” Suma parrots, salivating as she watches herself swirl the lube-coated plug around your hole coated in lube. She then leans in and replaces the plug with her tongue, using the tip to wet the tight hole in her saliva.

“Oh!” you moan, fisting the sheets below you. Suddenly, you do not care about the audience anymore. They don’t matter. All that matters is the pleasure you are feeling as Suma tears her tongue away from you and finally slides the plug inside of your ass. 

“Oh, it vibrates too!” Tengen chuckles as Makio presents him with a remote. “We’re gonna have fun with her, aren’t we?” 

The “fun” presumes moments later when your big, beautiful, and flashy boyfriend lies back against the pillows and allows you to sit on his handsome face while his sinful tongue goes to work on your pussy. You once teased Tengen about being a much, but the man would change his middle name to such with the way he proudly tongue fucks your cunt as if it is about to go out of commission soon.

The laptop is propped up on an ottoman at the foot of the bed, giving your audience the perfect view of their favorite camboy slurping down your honey and sucking on your pretty, puffy pussy lips while his tongue rolls around your clit. 

The camera also catches his wives each sharing his big, beautiful, throbbing cock and bulbous, pink head dripping in pre-cum and pierced with a silver hoop where a ruby dangles from it. Hinatsuru playfully sucks on this while Suma and Makio share his heavy balls holding loads of cum for all of you.

With how big and long Tengen is, there is plenty of dick to go around. One would think that the girls are starved for his cum with the way they greedily suck, slurp, and lick at his cock, needy, breathy moans and sighs leaving their lips as they do. 

“Come on, Suma!” Makio groans, frustrated and impatient. “Stop hoggin’ him up! You’re not the only one here!” 

“I’m sorry!” Suma whines. “He just tastes so good!” 

“Now, now, ladies,” Hinatsuru giggles, stopping from sucking on Tengen’s head to speak. “Don’t bicker too much. We’re here to make our husband feel good…and our girl too, of course.” She laughs again, watching you sit on top of her husband’s face. “But I think Tengen-sama is doing a perfect job at that.” 

You concur, your sweet, loud moans filling the air scented with lube and sex. You toss your head back and shamelessly ride Tengen’s face, calling his name out for all who will hear. “Oh, fuck, Uzui!” you shout, tingles of pleasure zipping throughout your body. “Please, Daddy, go faster! I’m so close!” The butt plug still vibrating away in your ass makes your orgasm want to come faster than usual like a speeding train. 

Tengen moans out “Uh-huh��� between your thighs, practically smothering himself as he grips your ass and plunges his tongue deeper, licking you from the inside out. With everything the girls do on their end, it translates to how fast Tengen eats your pussy as if the more his wives suck his cock, the deeper his tongue goes, pushing you closer to the edge. 

“Go ahead, pretty girl,” Hinatsuru coos, pulling herself away from Tengen’s cock, her mouth coated in spit and saliva. “You can have a taste of him too. We’ll be happy just sucking him right here.”

She moves down to share his heavy balls with Makio and Suma, sucking on the foreskin and trailing her tongue along them just like he enjoys. 

You oblige and lean down to suck Tengen’s cock now, pressing your tits against his abs and continuing to grind your pussy against his mouth. His cock is already wet with the wives’ spit, making it easier to stroke and suck on him as much as you want and can possibly take.

You decide you want to take it all and slowly sink your mouth down onto his throbbing cock, encasing him in your wet throat. Tengen’s body tenses and he groans into your pussy, sending vibrations up through your hole that make your core tighten with the incoming of an intense orgasm.

Suddenly, you feel the vibrations in your ass increase, almost as if someone has turned up the setting. With a moan of surprise, you tear your mouth off of Tengen and search for the culprit. 

You find that they come in three: Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru sit by Tengen’s feet, toying with the remote to your plug, hyper fixated on your reaction to each tiny amp. “Don’t stop now, cutie,” Suma says with a playful pout. “You were doing so well!” 

“You wanna make him and the audience happy, don’t you?” Makio asks, smirking at the spit dripping from your lips and the flush in your face. “Then make our Daddy cum for you.” 

Tengen must hear her order to you despite your thick, soft thighs cushioning his ears like earmuffs. Suddenly, his body lurches underneath you and you instinctively get off of him, thinking he can’t breathe. You quickly scramble onto the bed as he rises from the sheets as if he was brought back from the head, his face glistening in your juices. Your body heats with embarrassment.

“I’m all over your face,” you whimper. 

“And I’m fuckin’ keepin’ it there,” Tengen growls. You don’t argue due to the feral aura radiating off of him in waves, from the tension in his jaw right down to the bobbing of his throbbing, hard cock.

“Now do me a favor and bend over so our lovely viewers can see you take this dick.” His dirty words hit you like tranquilizer darts, making it almost difficult to move because you’re so paralyzed with lust. 

You go to position yourself on all fours as he wants, but he stops you short. “Not yet.” He points at Suma, motioning for her to lie on her back on the bed. She giggles and obliges without protest or question, giddily lying down on the sheets. “Get on top of her,” Tengen orders you. “I want her to taste us while I fuck you.” The idea of little Suma licking you both while he plunges his cock in and out of you is enough to make you cum all over yourself before he’s even inside of you. 

“And you two cuties,” he says, pointing at Hinatsuru and Makio. “Bend over for me. I’ve got my hands free.” He wiggles his painted nails at them, giving them a lustful, wolfish grin.

Giddily, the two wives bend over just as you do over Suma, your pussy hovering over her face as Tengen kneels behind you, one foot on the bed as his cock plap-plap-plaps against your soaked, sensitive lips. “Ready to take all of me, sugar?” he whispers. 

You slowly turn your head to the laptop, facing the dozens of faceless people watching you. “Yes, Daddy,” you answer, staring dead at the screen. “I’m ready. I need you to fuck me no–” 

Tengen evilly cuts off your sweet begging by gripping your hips and plunging himself inside of you. You react with a long, loud moan trapped inside of you as you feel him stretching you out in the best possible way, your clit reaching pleasures and stimulations that it so desires.

Tengen grins at you squirming around his cock as he begins slowly rocking hips inside of you, biting his lip at the feeling of Suma’s tongue tickling his balls. “Sorry, honey,” he chuckles, “but I couldn’t wait. You just looked too damn good…not to mention this fuckin’ ass.” 

SPANK!

He gives your ass a swat, the sound carrying throughout the room, and he damn near explodes when your asscheeks jiggle and recoil from his assault with the silver plug settled deep in your hole. “You should wear plugs more often,” he groans. “Maybe I should fuck you here too.” 

He begins to piston himself deeper inside of you, giving you long, slow, deep dicking while he uses his fingers to rub Hinatsuru and Makio’s pussies on either side of you. Their wanton moans and lewd whimpers fill your ears as Suma licks and sucks away at your pussy beneath you, sloppily drinking down whatever she can as Tengen strokes your insides with his cock.

You can feel your body trembling and your fingers digging into the sheets as you start to drip, no doubt filling Suma’s mouth and soaking Tengen’s cock. “Ah, fuck, Daddy!” you moan. “Please! Faster!” 

Your boyfriend stares down at you in pleasant surprise, giving the camera a wink and a blinding grin. “Faster?” he parrots. “So my baby wants to be fucked fast and rough, huh?”

With his hands still occupied, he begins to thrust his hips back and forth, back and forth, at a fast, rough pace that makes you see stars. Yes!” you sob. “Please, Daddy, fuck me faster!” 

Tengen does just that, as talented and skillful as he is, not even having to hold you still to fuck you into the bed. “Do my other babies want it fast and rough too?” he coos, staring at the pretty asses of his two wives on either side of you.

He laughs at their whimpers of agreement, his fingers sinking into their sopping, wet pussies, causing him to hiss in arousal as they clench around him. “Suma, baby, I know you can work well with my thigh, can’t ya?” 

Suma obliges, lifting her hips to grind her pussy against Tengen’s thick, naked thigh. “Mmm-hmm!” she moans into your pussy…or is it against Tengen’s balls? You can’t tell anymore, but you can sure as hell feel everything.

All of her moans create vibrations throughout your pussy, only stimulating you further along with Tengen’s cock setting every inch of you on fire. No longer are you the shy girl who was afraid of being on camera in her bra and panties. 

Now, you are a total cock slut desperate for more, tossing her ass back in an effort to receive more pleasure, your tits and stomach jiggle as you do so. You are unafraid of your love handles, rolls, tiger stripes, and cellulite. You don’t care, not when you’re with four of the hottest people you’ve ever seen in your life.

“Fucking me back, huh?” Tengen comments. He breathlessly laughs, the sound making you wetter than a puddle. “How flashy of you, baby. You’re so desperate for my cum.” 

He gives it right back to you, thrusting harder, faster, rougher, causing his earrings to jingle and his fingers to plunge inside of Hinatsuru and Makio at a pace that makes them even louder than before. 

You can tell they’re both close from the way their bodies are shaking, asses in the air and faces down in the pillow. You’re sure than Suma is close too judging by how sloppy her licking has gotten below you. “Y-Yeah!” you stammer. “Fuck yes, Uzui, I’m gonna cum!” 

You can feel it rising inside of you, an intense orgasm cresting as the morning sun would the skyline. Now is your favorite part: when Tengen absolutely loses himself and becomes a total unrelenting fucking machine. “Yeah, you’re gonna cum?” he asks, raising his voice so it can carry to the laptop. You frantically nod, your moans reaching new heights in volume the more you peak. “Do it then. All of you fuckin’ cum for me now.” 

It’s impossible not to! With the way Tengen’s heavy, cum-filled balls are slapping against your clit and Suma’s tongue caresses your pussy in time with the vibrations from the butt plug, you are guaranteed to burst. And you do. With a loud swear that comes out in a moan that could break glass, you cum all down Tengen’s thick cock and soak him as you do Suma’s soft, wet mouth.

“Thaaat’s my good girl,” Tengen encourages. “Keep it goin’, baby. Keep cummin’ for me.” He doesn’t stop dicking you down as you cum, drawing your orgasm out in a way that is both euphoric and agonizing. 

Hinatsuru and Makio cum shortly after, soaking Tengen’s thick digits in their honey. Suma does the same thing with his thigh, cumming with a wanton, needy whimper and a shudder as her pussy leaks all over his leg.

As you all come down from your orgasmic highs, Tengen slowly comes to a pause and pulls his still hard, soaked cock out of you. You hear the rhythmic, wet sounds of him stroking himself and you know what is coming next. “Now lemme give all of you a taste. On your knees for me.” 

You and his three wives come together on your knees in a line, your pretty faces tilted up to look up at your handsome, beautiful man stroking his beautiful, big cock for you to taste. His face is flushed pink and his body is tense with need, each vein in his muscles popping.

With a loud moan of “fuck” and more strings of orgasmic, porn-worthy moans dripping like honey from his lips, Tengen finally shoots his load, much to the enjoyment of you, his wives, and his audience. 

You close your eyes as you feel the wet droplets of his spunk splash onto your tits, stomach, and face, making you feel sticky and wet. Judging from the way his wives giggle softly, you suspect that they caught the same thing. Tengen has always been a messy cummer.

Luckily, he didn’t get any near your eyes, so you’re free to open them despite your ruined makeup. Tengen sticks a thumb up to wipe a drop of cum from your lips, his eye flaring with lust at the sight. “Guess we need to clean you up now.” 

The wives are way ahead of him. Together, they coax you to lay down on your back once more, all three of them surrounding you with their pretty faces coated in Tengen’s spunk.

“Open wide for us, pretty girl,” Hinatsuru seductively orders. “Daddy said we need to clean you up.”

She then dips between your legs to slurp up your wet, sticky pussy, making you shudder and whimper, your hands grasping her hair as trendles and sparks of pleasure shoot through you. Makio and Suma do the same thing, each one licking you clean and kissing your thighs as they do. 

Once they finish, you are completely spent, lying on the bed in a breathless, wet, sticky mess. Tengen whistles, just as winded, his pretty body soaked in sweat that makes his skin glisten.

“Damn, we made a mess!” He motions at the rumbled satin sheets soaked in your bodily fluids and lube, making for a much-needed laundry session. 

“A mess is right! I’ll get the wipes!” Makio announces, crawling to the nightstand to get the lavender-scented baby wipes you keep on standby.

She also fetches some mini waters and packaged snacks that Tengen insisted on keeping up here for recording. Keeping you on your back, the four of them begin to gently dab at your face, stomach, and tits, cleaning up the mess Tengen made with his cock from your body as well as from themselves. 

Once they finish, Tengen tosses the soiled wipes away and finally lays down next to you on his side. His big frame nearly eclipses yours on your side while Hinatsuru lies on your left, her fingers stroking up and down your stomach. Makio lays beside Tengen, snuggling into his back, while Suma lays at your feet, purring like a cat. 

“Not bad, cutie pie,” Tengen chuckles, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You really outdid yourself. The audience agrees!” Despite your exhaustion, you lift your head to stare at the laptop screen. Sure enough, the hearts keep coming and the upvotes keep going up, up, up. “They love you!” Suma giggles. “That’s more views than we’ve ever gotten!” 

You feel a proud yet tired smile stretch across your lips as Tengen rises from your side. “We’ll have to celebrate later, but first…”

He grabs the laptop and turns the screen onto you, giving everyone a view of your gorgeous, naked body and the afterglow you are lying in. “Until next time, ya hornies. Say bye to our lovely fans, gorgeous.” 

You squint into the blue light of the laptop and give everyone a finger waggle, the anticipation for next time burning inside of you. “Until next time,” you giggle. “I can’t wait to do this all again.” 

THE END

[yzashaven]

600 SPECIAL + 2023 KINKTOBER

AHHHH first of all THANK YOU VEEERYYYY MUCH FOR 600 FOLLOWERSSSS i wasn't able to finish my 100-500 specials because oh my lord it just kept increasing 😭 and so, i decided to combine it with kinktober instead !!

for anyone that has requests about characters being added to any specific day/kink, feel free to come and say the word in my inbox <3

for a few of these, i'll be implementing some ideas from my unanswered asks/requests; so do read the tags or info beforehand to avoid confusion on why i "didn't do your request" !!

꒰ 10﹒01 / 10﹒02 ꒱︰BREEDING

[1]﹒ayato, xiao, diluc, kuronushi

[2]﹒childe, tighnari, gorou, wriothesley

꒰ 10﹒06 ꒱︰CORRUPTION KINK

archon!scara, lyney, dottore, kaeya

꒰ 10﹒11 ꒱︰DUMBIFICATION + OVERSTIMULATION

itto, neuvillette, kazuha, cyno

꒰ 10﹒16 ꒱︰RIDING

basically everyone

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[mamayan]

Humbly requesting Yobai with Giyuu (he goes to reader), a lil bit of yandere spice appreciated ✨👀

For you Desi? Anything ♡ This man makes me love the color blue~

★YOBAI☆

Giyuu Tomioka x Fem! Reader

tw: Obsessive/Possessive Themes • Oral (F) • Fingering (F) • Light Overstimulation • Rough Sex • Light Breath Play • Fluff/Humor

YOBAI Series: Kyojuro, Sanemi, Obanai/Mitsuri

Idea given by @rottmntrulesall and continuously inspired by @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi ♡

“I love you.”

He had been too stunned to reply, left frozen like a fool, unable to truly fathom those three simple words. He understood what they meant, but oddly his brain just couldn’t fathom how it factored in him.

You loved him? He wanted to ask you why first and foremost. It left him reeling, because did you mean you loved him like a friend? Did you only love him like family?

Did you love him like a man?

He was moving aimlessly, arms crossed as he stalked the residential streets near his home. His face set in its familiar stoic default, hiding his inner turmoil as his legs carry him down another set of homes.

He’s hardly paying any attention, only reacting to the voice which calls out in the quiet night.

“Tomioka-san? Are you out on a mission?” Colors clash as Giyuu comes face to face with the flame pillar Kyojuro Rengoku.

The man was dressed casually, holding what appeared to be confectioneries from a local shop boxed up in one hand. His gaze was friendly and curious as ever, smile as warm as its owner.

That’s right, Giyuu thought, the flame Hashira had gotten himself engaged had he not? He must have some sort of knowledge of this unfamiliar unfurling within his chest.

It was driving him nearly mad, the way your voice seemed to echo that single sentence on repeat.

“Rengoku-san… you’re experienced in love?” The water pillar’s question struck something weirdly familiar in Kyojuro, as Giyuu moved closer. The dark haired young man looked tired; which, coupled with his expressionless face only aided in aging his appearance.

“Haha! Yes! I am getting married soon!” His boisterous laugh grates on Giyuu’s ears, but he grits his teeth and endures for the sake of figuring all this out.

“Y/N said she loved me…” if Kyojuro hadn’t known the gloomy man for so many years, he might’ve thought Giyuu was scared in the admission.

The flame Hashira just wanted to go home and eat the sweets he bought with his fiancé, not have this conversation in front of his house. His lip twitched, but smile remained as he cautiously prodded further.

“And…?” His smile dropped at Giyuu’s blank face.

“What?” His eye twitched.

“Tomioka-san… did you say anything back?” Kyojuro felt a pang of pity for you as Giyuu shook his head, lips set in a firm line.

“So you just rejected her?” Giyuu’s eyes widened.

“I didn’t reject her…?”

“You did though Tomioka-san.”

Kyojuro wanted to go home, but a strange moral obligation kept him speaking, and for a moment he wondered if his family gave off matchmaker energy.

He’d speak with his father later, for now he focused on aiding his social awkward comrade as quickly as possible.

He felt further conflicted after speaking with Rengoku.

So he spent his free time following you, his thoughts consumed by you, fighting the pull he felt. This couldn’t possibly be healthy or normal, you shouldn’t haunt even his dreams. You respected his space, but every hopeful glance you sent his way sent him spiraling further.

Why did you need to be so lovely? So hard working and dedicated, you spent your days busy and helpful. Giyuu never truly realized how busy a Kakushi’s day could be, but it was possible it was just you.

Were you overworking yourself?

Did you eat breakfast this morning?

You sneeze cutely.

He likes how you laugh.

Your eyes glitter when you see the notes he begins anonymously leaving you, searching anywhere and everywhere, yet never seeing him from his perch in the trees. He likes the game he starts of cat and mouse, amusing himself watching you struggle to figure it out.

You’re quite the detective though, finally bringing out a simple note to show Kocho who recognizes his script.

He still doesn’t reveal himself, avoiding your growing awareness.

He enjoys spending his free time watching over you, dancing around your confession, until someone new appears in your little world.

A male demon slayer, around his own age, asking you on a date.

A romantic one. The sort which leads to engagement and marriage. He nearly pulled his blade, a boiling rage bubbling up and over his top, red flashing through his gaze.

You declined, polite and kind as always, but it didn’t matter. That man spoke to you because Giyuu hadn’t claimed you.

You were his weren’t you? You said you loved him.

Giyuu grit his teeth, face distorted even now as you returned to work and the day faded into night.

Even training was useless, his mind conjuring up images of you with someone else, smiling and directing that soft gaze on them.

His blade came down again, body covered in sweat as he huffs in exhaustion.

It still wasn’t enough. He was trembling from his own emotions attempting to claw through his chest.

He was tired of feeling regret.

The thought of “if I’d only been stronger, arrived sooner, said something” plaguing him until he stood outside your home.

In the middle of the night.

The moon hung as a crescent shining down, surrounded by a sea of stars.

He hadn’t changed out of his uniform, sword still attached to his hip as he moved forward. Gravel crunched under his sandals.

It seemed the closer he got to you, the more agitated he felt.

His hands shaking when he reached the front door, fist clenched and hand raised as if to knock. He froze, realization dawning on how this might look to any nosy neighbors who might be passing by. He slipped around back, away from sight and instead using a side entrance into your home that was left unlocked.

That fact made him uncomfortable as he moved forward on silent feet, his shoes left neatly by the door as he explored in search of your bedroom.

His chest continuing to itch with frustration until he slid the last shoji back to reveal a simple small room. A futon laid in the center where a bundle laid under the covers.

You looked serene, tucked sweetly away in bed and dreaming of something nice if the small smile on your lips was any indication.

He sighed, sitting down beside your bed with one foot propped up to lean on, looking down at you while you dozed.

Almost an hour passed before he grew impatient again, memories of today still on repeat as he tries to calm himself by just looking at you.

Except he didn’t just want to look anymore, he didn’t want to only observe and tease from afar. He wanted to hold you, speak to you, touch you.

He stood silently, taking off his sword and leaning it against your back wall, moving again to stand over your futon where you laid curled in the middle like a sleeping cat. Completely ignorant to his inner turmoil as he kneels before crawling completely over you.

That’s what you awake to, the figure of Giyuu Tomioka looming over you while you slept.

You startle, not immediately recognizing him in your half dreaming state, mouth opening to speak before a hand gently but firmly covers it.

“Don’t scream,” they weren’t very comforting words, your eyes widening fearfully and trying to adjust to the dark room, but it’s the voice which gives your panic pause.

“I just…” he didn’t know what he needed, because it clearly wasn’t just to see or merely touch you anymore. “I wanted to ask if you meant it… back then.” He was grateful the room was dark, his face feeling hot despite the cool air surrounding him.

You weren’t struggling or fighting him, seeming to have realized who he was already. Giyuu released his hold over your mouth, taking in your pretty features painted by dim moonlight with your eyes trained on him.

“I did mean it,” your voice cute and slurred as you sleepily answer, curious and less afraid now that you know who paid you a nightly visit.

Was he here for…? The thought seemed ridiculous, because Giyuu always struck you as a bit reserved, but why else would he be here in the middle of the night asking you about your confession?

You were still tired, but it helped dispel any nerves which might’ve been present had the sun been up. You let your arms raise slowly, as if it might scare the fearsome demon slayer, and wrapped them around his neck.

It pulled him in a little closer, and you could make out his features a little better like this.

His breath stuck in his throat, enamored by your close proximity, your soft sweet scent, and your words.

You meant it.

You wanted him, and while he was overcome with the urge to self-sabotage his happiness and remind you of his flaws, he was stopped by you leaning up.

Your kiss was feather light, just grazing his own for a split second before pulling away.

He chased you though, his own slotting against yours this time, but the force and pressure has you gasping so he could slip his tongue inside your mouth.

You whined but he devoured it as he pushed the hot muscle around with your own, lighting you with the same passion he was feeling.

He let some of his weight drop, pinning you to prevent you from wiggling away from him, letting his thigh spread your own so he could slot himself in between.

Your yukata was in disarray, so when Giyuu’s groin pressed against your own it was only his pants separating him from your sex.

The feeling of something hard and thick pressing against your slick heat had you moaning, fabric sliding and creating delicious friction against your hooded nub. Shocks of pleasure jolted up your skin, but it was Giyuu’s own groan and pause that disrupted the kiss.

He realized there was nothing beneath your sleepwear, your soft thighs naked up to your stomach, and his own body hiding your slit from his view.

You caught your breath, watching as Giyuu lifted up and moved down your body, fingers quickly digging into the plush flesh of your inner thighs when they tried to close.

“Keep them open.” His eyes are narrowed on the expression of arousal and embarrassment you wear, lips titling up a bit as he smooths his hands down to your ass. “Be good for me,” you nearly choke when he says the words, but you really do when his tongue flicks out right over your puffy clit. Fingers dig into the futon while your eyes lock with his own, ensnared by the lewd show he makes of flattening his tongue and dragging it up slowly through your folds, adding pressure when he feels your legs start to shake.

His languid licks grow more fervent by the minute, his own desperation hastening his movements to lap and suck at your clit, before dropping down to prod your entrance with the tip. Your hips jerk, back arching as you grind against his face, slick coating his lips and chin as he eats you like a man starved.

“G-Giyuu, fuck, please,” it takes him a a moment to realize you used his first name, but when he does he nearly swears aloud.

Grunting when he feels your fingers tangle in his dark hair, Giyuu moves his hand around to press a finger against your tight hole, his tongue not stopping his assault on your throbbing nub. He watches you as he sinks his middle finger inside, the way you twitch and whine, lips parted and eyes heavy lidded as you pant.

Giyuu moans as he sinks deeper inside you, the snug fit around even just one finger as your feverish gummy insides massaged it had his hips rutting into the futon below.

He can tell you’re close, it’s not difficult with the way you buck and pull him closer as he adds a second finger, beginning to stretch you out and pump now.

Giyuu curls his fingers, watching it light you up as you cry out, pretty cunt grinding down and trying to seek even more friction as you tremble and moan.

He’d be a liar if he said it didn’t boost his ego.

It’s when a third finger begins to squeeze into your snug walls that you jerk back, his hand wrapped around your thigh and anchoring your hip keeping you from going anywhere though.

He pauses his movements as you pant, looking at your scrunched features as you adjust to the tiny sting.

“You’re being so good for me,” he praises, slowly sinking three of his thick calloused fingers inside of you, “so lovely and all mine, aren’t you?” His voice has dropped an octave as he lazily pumps his digits, soaked by your arousal and sliding in easier and easier as you relax.

Only when your brows unfurl does he smirk and kiss your inner thigh, sticking his tongue out and dragging it against your skin back to the little bundle of nerves.

The feeling of being so full and his tongue just softly tracing over your clit sends you over the edge.

“I-I’m—hah,” your head falls back as the first wave washes over you, gentle but building. The wet squelching of Giyuu still licking and fucking his fingers into you getting louder, as you realize with a shaky inhale that he’s not stopping.

“Giyuu…!” He tightens his grip, brows furrowing as you break his concentration, intent on absolutely devouring you. You might’ve came but he’s not done with your swollen bud or leaking slit, his fingers leaving your entrance in favor of wiggling the powerful muscle in his mouth inside you. Your core spams around it, cries growing as you nearly rip strands of his hair out in your desperation for relief from his mouth. You can’t break his grip on you, the next orgasm striking you like a slap as you cum.

“Mhn—!” Your burning eyes finally blur as tears spill, the ache inside you releasing as pleasure clouds your mind into oblivion.

Giyuu only stops when your shaking subsides, lessening his ministrations as you come down from your second high.

He doesn’t realize it’s him shaking until your muscles go lax and limp in his hold, his hands trembling with restraint as he drags himself back up to look down at your blissed out face.

It’s so cute it nearly enrages him, his hands quickly taking off his haori and uniform, yanking at fabric aggressively as he tries to free his painfully hard cock from the confines of his clothes.

You’re still catching your breath, blinking your blurry vision away only to see Giyuu’s naked torso draping over you as he unties your belt and fully opens your yukata.

Your eyes have fully adjusted now, able to clearly see his toned pale skin on display. Scars littered his pretty skin, hard planes of muscle a testament to his devotion as a slayer, but his steely gaze isn’t cool like the water breathing he uses. Those dark blue pools are boiling as he looks at your soft nude figure, hands quick to grasp your hips and slide up to your chest.

“I’m the only one who gets to see you like this…” his solemn and possessive tone have goosebumps erupting on your skin. The feel of his hands are rough as they trail and dance across your breasts, two fingers coming together to pinch harshly at your nipple, pulling a huffed squeak from your lips as you pout up at him.

He smiles at you.

Not a half smirk or tiny twitch of his lip, but a warm smile filled with adoration, and it leaves you vulnerable for his next attack.

He plants one forearm just above your head, leaning close for a searing slow kiss that was downright filthy in how he lewdly moaned into your mouth. The deep sound reverberating into you as you melt further beneath him.

You’re distracted, boneless legs easily pried further open for his hips as he slides closer to you, his free hand letting the reddened soft tip of his cock brush through your soaked lower lips.

You jolt at the sensation, the heat of his body taking you by surprise, but his mouth follows when you pull back, biting down on your lower lip and licking the sting away when you whine.

Then you feel pressure, at first odd but not painful. Giyuu huffs against your mouth as your walls crush the tip of his cock as he pushes in.

“Relax for me, let me in,” he’s fighting hard not to just shove entirely inside you in one thrust. Your warm and soft body leaving his head muddled as he pulls out, before pushing in again, working himself deeper inch by inch.

Your clammy palms find his biceps, fingers digging into the hard muscle as you try to obey and relax for him, but you can’t help when you clamp down with the feeling of being invaded by his burning rod continually shoving into you. He wasn’t outright painfully thick, but his length far surpassed his fingers as his cock pushed your limits before he was fully seated inside, tip pushing up your cervix to fit completely while your legs trembled and tensed around him.

“Y/N,” you didn’t mean to close your eyes, just consumed with concentrating on getting used to him, when a large palm cupped your cheek and encouraged you to look up. Your eyes widen at the sight of him, flushed and heaving for breath just from feeling you squeeze around him, brows taunt as he gazes at you with those softening eyes.

“Am I hurting you?” You shake your head, because it didn’t hurt, he was just stretching you out so much it was leaving you reeling.

He seemed to understand as he chuckles, kissing your temple as his hips slowly drag out of you, each vein on his cock rubbing in his exit. Your nails bite deeper into his skin, your exhale of breath sharp before he shifted and nudged a new spot that made you moan.

“There?” He’s not actually asking you. Not when he sinks back in, watching your every expression while gauging where that spot was.

He brushes it with his tip, the spongey area making you clench and slacken in the same moment, toes curling as the thickness inside seems almost unbearable before feeling so good your own hips rock up to meet his thrust.

“You’re so tight,” his hair has come loose from the ponytail he keeps it in, thick strands tickling your collarbone where they drop, his shoulder muscles taunt with pent up energy as he begins a steady pace inside of you, letting your slick glide him into your narrow hole. His eyes flicking up and drinking in the almost drunk expression on your pretty face, adoring how you both seemed to fit together like puzzle pieces.

“G-Giyuu,” your panting little moans are speeding up with his thrusts, the room becoming sweltering as your bodies collide, his groin coming flush against your ass with each loud smack of his balls. His hand tangles in the blanket below, gripping the fabric as he concentrates on not filling you up carelessly. His free hand moves up your hip where he’d been holding you, brushing over your sensitive nipples teasingly before gently wrapping around your throat.

One of your hands wrap around his wrist, cautious and curious of why he was holding you like this, but not fighting when he lightly squeezes the sides of your throat.

“Oh,” you moan, voice a little hoarse and softer than usual as you feel your head go light and airy while the intense pleasure inside of you spikes. His cock spearing and bullying your insides as he groans, your pussy only becoming tighter as he restricts your blood flow lightly, watching your fucked out face in fascination. His own isn’t any better but you’re not paying attention, only caring about the bubble expanding inside your belly again, his cock threatening to pop it at any second, his lower half soaked in your slick as it slides down your ass and onto the futon.

“Are you going to cum for me?” His expression is nearly pained as he restraints himself, smirking as you senselessly babble something incoherent but your nails scrape sharply over his skin and help clear his mind. He shifts even closer, forcing himself to hunch over you while he releases your throat and grips under your knees.

You cry out as he lifts your legs up, pressing your knees almost to your collarbone while he drills your cunt, his feet digging into the futon below as he has you in a mating press. His nose nearly brushes yours, so close but far as he grunts and slams into you, the new angle increasing the tightness, your walls milking him while he fucks you stupid.

“Fuck—m’gonna cum, Giyuu!” Your eyes roll back, insides clamping down and seizing around him while you gush, cream forming around the base of his cock while he pants, teeth grit while he focuses on drawing out your release as long as he can. “N-no more, please!” You nearly wail as his cock overstimulates you, still brushing against that spot inside that has you seeing white.

He takes mercy this time, pulling out so quickly your hole is left gaping for a moment as he sits back and grips his cock and works himself fiercely over you, grunting and biting down on his lip while his balls draw up tight and he shoots ropes of hot cum over your dripping pussy and lower belly. Using his tip to smear it over your swollen lips as he groans.

You watch quietly, body still thrumming with euphoria from your orgasm as Giyuu finishes too, looking ruined as he finishes on you before nearly collapsing too.

He lets himself fall to his side, one arm reaching out and dragging you against him despite both your sweaty figures. He holds you tightly while you both calm, your heartbeat slowing as exhaustion takes hold and your eyes droop.

As a Hashira, he’s quick to recover, and while he could certainly stand to take you two or three more times, he instead relishes in the feel of holding you against him so intimately.

You’re asleep in minutes, breathing even as you doze against his chest.

He closes his eyes, letting his forehead drop against the crown of your head, whispering quietly what you fell asleep too quickly to hear.

“I love you too…” he’ll say it again when you wake.

“Thank you,” Kyojuro looks up from the training dummy he’d just destroyed, gaze landing with surprise on the water Hashira standing awkwardly before him, not looking at him.

Giyuu stood with his arms crossed staring off into the distance, reminding Kyojuro of an old man with the sort of serene gaze only the elderly possessed.

“Ah! You’re welcome haha! You took my advice?” His bright eyes widened, quite shocked in truth.

Giyuu merely nodded, turning to walk away having said his gratitude now.

Kyojuro didn’t stop him, still amazed his half-assed terrible advice had actually worked. Unlike his younger brother who was quite beloved and well known by the corps, Kyojuro could care less about Giyuu’s emotional constipation.

He’d told him to stop being a coward and act like a man.

You never did find out that Giyuu’s “night crawling” act was in fact just his strange way of coming to tell you his feelings before he could talk himself out of it and lose you to another.

Your kiss just initiated what he’d been holding back. ♡

Giyuu’s face whenever he sees that other slayer who tried to ask you out.

Post dividers/ @saradika

[webrokethe4thwall]

Venus in the City

A request from @rottmntrulesall for their Little Sister Venus AU. I highly recommend you check their blog out!

After begging and pleading with Splinter, the Turtles and April had finally convinced him to let them take Venus for a ride in the Turtle Tank. Venus fussed only a little as Donnie strapped her into a car seat that he had made especially for her before squealing in delight as the tank roared into life. Her older siblings smiled fondly at the happy noises she made.

“You like that, Venus?” Raph asked, carefully driving through traffic. “You like riding in the Turtle Tank?”

“Yeah!” April cheered in a high pitched voice, waving both of Venus’s arms in the air and pulling a giggle out of the Indian Tent turtle.

Venus’s eyes shone happily. The buildings were moving so fast, and her chair would bump and rattle in the most fun way! This was great!

“Wait, was that—” Donnie started as he squinted out the window.

Suddenly, the Turtle tank swerved as the Foot Lieutenant, Foot Brute, and Foot Recruit landed on the hood.

“Turtles!” Foot Lieutenant rasped. “Prepare for defeat!”

“Oh, come on!” Leo groaned. “Can’t we go for one drive without some bozos ruining everything? How’re we gonna deal with these guys with Venus here?!”

“Like this!” Donnie flipped a switch, and Venus was pulled into the back of the tank and encased by a clear dome. “That bubble is made of a highly damage-resistant material that will keep Venus safe while we deal with these jerks.”

“Don’t worry, Venus,” Mikey comforted the confused baby as their siblings rushed out of the tank. “We’ll be back soon. Just sit tight!”

And like that, Venus was alone in a bubble in the Turtle Tank as the teenagers battled the Foot Clan just out of her sight. The baby chewed on her teal ribbon tail for a little while before growing bored. Venus didn’t want to be in her chair anymore. She wanted out!

A moment later, Venus felt herself slipping free of her car seat, out of the bubble, and through the Turtle Tank’s floor. Her brothers and sister were still in heavy combat though, and the baby didn’t like how loud they were being. Closing her eyes and crawling forward, Venus slipped through dimensions to get to someplace quieter until her siblings were done fighting.

“That didn’t take very long at all,” April said as she and the Turtles climbed back into the Turtle Tank.

“I guess they didn’t restock their paper from the last time we fought them,” Raph gloated, hefting himself back into the driver’s chair.

“Let me put Venus back in her spot, then we can get rolling again,” Donnie said. Flipping another switch, the protective bubble pulled away, and the car seat returned to its original position. “Ready to go, Ve-ven-oooh, boy.”

When they all saw the empty car seat, their stress levels skyrocketed, but it could’ve just been Venus messing with them. April swiped her hand through the air just to be sure. They all shared a look and started freaking out.

“Where did Venus go?!” Mikey screamed. “She’s just a baby! What’s going to happen to our sister?!”

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“Where’d yous come from?” Venus blinked her eyes open to find Repo-Mantis staring down at her. She had traveled all the way to the junkyard. “You lost or somethin’, kid? I’m not a fan of turtles runnin’ around my junkyard.”

“Baah! Puh!” Venus babbled, crawling between Repo’s legs and disappearing further into the junkyard.

“Where d’ya think your off’ta?” Repo asked, ducking to follow the baby turtle’s travel. But she was gone. She had literally disappeared. “Wha?”

Not wanting a baby mutant wandering around his place of business, Repo went to look for her. He soon found her in his electromagnet. She managed to swing the heavy machine to hang over the school bus plugging Mrs. Nubbins’ den.

“Wait, no, no, no, no!” Repo shouted, rushing towards Venus. “Not that scrapheap, kid! Stop!” Too late. The bus pulled free, and the cat-mantis was unleashed. Repo immediately about-faced and ran away from his beloved pet.

Growing bored of the purple bugman and the machinery, Venus slipped out of the electromagnet and crawled out of the junkyard. She quickly caught wind of something that smelled delicious! A yellow van topped with a T-bone steak was parked across the street. What was over there that smelled so good?

“My, my, what have we here?” Venus was lifted up by metal hands that brought her face-to-face with a smug Meat Sweats. “You’re just the ingredient I needed for my latest recipe! How fortuitous for me.”

He plopped the baby turtle into the broth heating up on the stovetop, scrapped in some chopped up veggies, and sorted out the seasonings that would “unleash the flavor” within Venus. The Indian tent turtle gurgled delightedly in what she thought was tasty-smelling bathwater. She munched on a carrot piece, splashing in the broth, when pepper suddenly dusted her snout.

“That should do it,” Meat Sweats said. As he cleared away his spices, he noticed Venus scrunching up her face. “What’s that look for? My seasoning is perfectly balanced.”

He drew closer to the pot just as Venus unleashed a powerful sneeze. The sneeze was followed by spikes shooting out of her shell, flying all over the food truck’s kitchen. Meat Sweats squealed in horror. He knocked the pan off the stovetop and out of his truck, baby turtle and all, as the spikes pinned him by his apron to the cabinets.

“Oh, rubbish,” Meat Sweats grumbled.

Venus continued to chew on the veggies remained in the pot with her after the tumble when the she was lifted up once again. This time it was orange crab pinchers that carried her into an alleyway. So many new people in one night!

“Hey, Carl, check it out! It’s one of those turtle mutants that we hate, but littler!” The crabman without pinched Venus’s cheeks. She whined in displeasure and swatted his pincher away. “This one would be way easier to eat, and she’s already in some soup!”

The crabman with hair poked Venus’s cheek and felt his heart melt like butter when she sucked on his claw. “Pass, Ben. That’d be messed up. Maybe if she was bigger.”

“Bah?” Venus questioned, releasing the claw from her jaws. Bigger? What did that “bigger” mean? Steadily, the pot she was sitting in started getting tighter. Venus’s line of sight climbed, higher than when she sat on Raph’s head! The crabmen seemed to begin to panic. The baby turtle giggled and clapped her hands as the crabmen did a silly dance in front of her.

“This is not what I meant!” Carl shouted, swinging his arms wildly as the baby turtle quickly grew to double his and his brother’s size. Ben and Carl ran in wild circles for a moment before crashing into each other hard. The shock from the impact and panic from the giant infant knocked the duo unconscious.

Venus stared at the still crabmen before shrinking down to her normal size. They weren’t doing much more than breathe at this point, and the Indian tent turtle wanted something more entertaining than that. She crawled away and soon heard the laughter of children at a playground. All those colors and kids looked fun! Venus was all set to join them when something flopped onto her head and over her eyes.

“Turtle! Prepare to taste defeat at the hands of your greatest foe, Warren Stone!” The long pink thing in a purple jacket rolled into a dramatic offensive pose before the Indian tent turtle. “I won’t hold back just because you’re a ba-argh!”

Venus gripped the worm mutant by his throat and pulled his stretchy body as far as she could. This was a great toy! She whipped Warren around like a lasso and laughed brightly at the way he yelled. He made really funny noises, too! A white dove then flew into Venus’s line of sight and made her think of the cartoons she and Mikey would watch where birds would flock around the worm and beat them up. Attention drawn away, the baby mutant dropped the mutant in her hands and followed the dove.

“Where are you going?!” Warren shouted after her. “I’m not done with you yet!” He was then surrounded by a flock of large pigeons that had materialized out of thin air. “Or maybe I am.” The flock proceeded to attack the worm mutant. “Aaagh!”

Venus followed the dove for a few blocks, watching it land on the broad purple shoulder of Hypno-Potamus.

“There you are! Back in the hat you go,” Hypno said. He placed the dove back in his magic hat, poofing the accessory away, and caught sight of the baby turtle. She clapped at the sight of the hat disappearing, eyes wide with wonder. “You like that trick, little lady? Wait a tic, where is your family?” He glanced up and down the empty street then shrugged. “How about a little magic show until they come along?”

At the baby’s impartial gurgling, Hypno started performing tricks for Venus. She was delighted by the multicolor hanky rope the magic hippo pulled out of nowhere. Hypno clapped his hands together, and the hanky rope had transformed into a rainbow of cards floating between his palms as he drew them apart. Hypno flinched back at how high-pitched Venus’s surprised shriek was.

Where’d the rope go?! How’d the cards fly in the air like that? Was he magic like Leo and his portals? Was she magic? She looked at her own hands, clapped them together, and opened them herself. Cards floated between her palms, just like Hypno! She was magic!

“How’d you do that?” Hypno asked, just as surprised as Venus. He smirked and snapped his cards away. “Let’s see you copy this then!” He conjured up his top hat once more, and doves rocketed out from its depths.

Venus unleashed amazed laughter. Her cards disappeared as she waved her hands towards the birds flying up into the air. However, her happiness turned to fear once the flock of doves changed directions and flew straight at the baby turtle. Scared and confused, Venus screamed at the doves and the unfortunate magic hippo behind them as well.

“Argh!” Hypno cried out. He pressed his hands onto his ears, but the baby turtle’s scream was too strong. He squeezed his eyes shut against the birds that swarmed past him, missing Venus scramble away. All he was left with was ringing ears and a sense of confusion.

Venus blinked around tearfully at the fancy hotel she somehow entered. She crawled around the front desk and sat down. She liked birds, but those had gotten way too close way too fast.

“Hey, who’s kid is this?” A bellhop asked as he rounded the desk. “She doesn’t have a cloaking broach.”

“Take her to the yokai floors,” another bellhop said. He sniffed the air around her. “And see that she gets cleaned up. She must’ve gotten into the kitchen and lost her broach somewhere along the way if her scent is anything to go by.”

“All right, little one, let’s go.”

Venus let the bellhop carry her into the elevator and was happy to get a bath for once. The broth from earlier was starting to make her scales itch. She also liked the gentle attention the funny creatures in the red suits gave her. They were almost as good as her big brothers and big sister!

“Oh, she’s so pretty in that shade of teal!” The octopus yokai who had given her a bath said, carefully bouncing her in front of the other bellhops.

“Is she one of our guests?” A fox yokai bellhop asked, letting Venus fiddle with his hand. “I don’t recall any turtle yokai staying with us. And that mask kinda reminds me of those other turtles who keep breaking in.”

“What seems to be the piddly-problem here?” A sickeningly sweet asked from behind employees.

“Big Mama!” The octopus yokai spun to face the powerful spider yokai. “We seem to have a lost guest in our midst!”

Big Mama bent down to get a better look at Venus. She was stare was intense and unwavering. The yokai holding the baby and the bellhop were starting to sweat from how long Big Mama was locking eyes with the Indian tent turtle. Then, the disguised spider yokai squealed in delight, sweeping Venus into her arms and cuddling the baby close.

“Oh, what a splendiferously precious, teedly tiny turtlely-boo!” Big Mama cooed, rubbing her cheek against Venus’s. Venus laughed as Big Mama’s hair tickled her neck. “Such sprinkly-sparkly eyes! A fantampulous giggle as lovely as her ribbon!” She pulled back and considered the child in her arms once more. “Come! Big Mama will take care of you.”

Venus burbled contentedly in the purple lady’s arms. She reminded the baby of her daddy with how she talked.

“But Big Mama, what about her family?” the bellhop asked. “Won’t they be worried about her?”

Big Mama gave the bellhop a scathing look. “If her family truly loved her, she wouldn’t be lost and causing such a fizzywinkle among my on-the-clock employees! I shall deal with this doodlie-bug’s family if they ever show up.”

Venus chewed at the end of Big Mama’s cravat, watching the other yokai shrink away from the pretty purple lady. She must’ve been tough like April and Donnie for everyone to be so scared of her. Venus loved how much attention this “Big Mama” was giving her, but she was starting to want her brothers, sister, and father the longer the lady held her. Maybe everyone was done being loud by now? She should go back to her car seat. Venus started fussing and struggling to get to the floor.

“Oh, what’s wrong, cutie-doodle?” Big Mama asked. “Don’t fuss.”

When Big Mama lifted her higher and started walking away from the other yokai, Venus began to struggle in earnest. She didn’t want to be in this fancy building anymore! She wanted her family! Put her down! She slipped, quite literally, through Big Mama’s fingers and crawled as fast as she could towards the elevator.

“What?!” Big Mama shrieked. “Catch her!”

Suddenly, bellhops galore blocked Venus’s path. The baby didn’t stop for a second before she was crawling up the walls and onto the ceiling. All of the bellhops stared up in shock at her. However, the owl bellhop shook off his surprise, leapt up, and pulled the baby mutant into his arms. The unfortunate bellhop soon found his hands full of many Venus’s piling one on top of the other until he toppled over. Each bellhop and even Big Mama caught a duplicate before she hit the ground.

“Well,” Big Mama said, obviously ruffled. “That was unexpected. Are you quite done, turtle-boo?”

That’s when the acid vomit started shooting out of every Venus’s mouth.

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“Why doesn’t she have a tracker on her?” Leo yelled at Donnie. “You put a tracker on everything.”

“I wanted to!” Donnie yelled back. “But you all thought it was too extreme to put a tracker on a five-month-old!”

“Since when did you listen to us about where to put your trackers?!” Raph yelled.

This fighting was getting them nowhere. The Turtle Tank tore through the streets as the worried siblings searched for their missing little sister. They had chased of the Foot after five minutes max of combat. They had locked the tank door. Where could Venus have gone? Who could’ve been able to take her?! If it hadn’t been for sporadic dust clouds shooting up from Repo-Mantis’s Junkyard, they wouldn’t have had a clue where to start.

“Return our sister, you fiend!” Mikey demanded.

His family jumped out of the tank, armed and ready, only to see Repo dodging and running away from Mrs. Nubbins. Well… they weren’t expecting that. Repo was pretty good at keeping his beloved murder cat contained.

“Do we help him?” Leo asked slowly.

“No,” Donnie said. “This is a waste of time!”

“He might know something about Venus, though,” April countered.

“Alright, Mad Dogs,” Raph said. “Get that cat-mantis!”

One determined sibling fight later, Repo found himself on the business end of Leo’s odachi.

“Hey, bug-man,” Leo greeted. “You see a baby turtle mutant pass by?”

“That little thing was with yous guys?!” Repo yelled.

“And don’t even think about lyin—what?” Donnie asked. “You’ve seen our baby sister?!”

“Yeah,” Repo said, head lulled back. He may as well tell the kids what they wanted; they had saved his life after all. “She must’ve crawled off after letting Mrs. Nubbins out a minute ago. Came outta nowhere, that kid. Left outta nowhere, too.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” April demanded.

Muffled shouting from across the street drew the teenagers’ attention away from Repo, who took this opportunity to slip away. With their initial target gone, they went to investigate where the shouts had come from. April was the first to see the familiar food truck parked across the street. Something pointy stuck out at several spots on the outside of the truck.

“Meat Sweats!” she yelled, throwing the ajar backdoor open wide.

“Not you lot!” Meat Sweats groaned from where he hung on the wall. “One turtle disaster was enough!”

“Give us our sister!” Raph said, pulling the pig mutant free and dangling him in the air.

“That little terror is your sister?!” Meat Sweats roared. “Does the big one here shoot spikes, too?!”

“What? No,” Raph denied, lifting Meat Sweats higher. “Where’s our sister?”

“I threw her out, pot and all, when the spikes came flying at me,” Meat Sweats explained.

“We’re coming, Venus!” Leo yelled, tearing out of the food truck with his other siblings as Raph continued to hold Meat Sweats.

“Stop. Trying. To eat. My. Family!” Raph snarled in the pig mutants face before going to join the others.

Leo and Donnie were on the rooftops, looking in every direction for a hint of teal of their bubbly baby sister; Mikey and April scourged the alleys and streets for signs of Venus; and Raph patrolled in the Turtle Tank. A few moments later, the three groups converged where scraps of metal and two mutant crabmen lay uselessly in an alleyway.

Donnie prodded the mutants with his tech bo, saying, “What happened to you guys? Wait. Let me guess—you found a little turtle and she beat you up?”

The crabman with hair opened one eyestalk, saw the frustrated and near-feral teenagers looming over him and his brother, and shook his head.

“No, she got big, and my bro and I freaked out so much we knocked each other out. I thought she was gonna eat us.”

“Okay.” Donnie crouched down to look the crabman in the eyes. “First of all, she’s just a baby. Worst thing she can do to you right now is bite your exoskeletons. Second, where is she?” The crabman without hair raised a claw and wordlessly pointed towards the park across the street. “Thank you, gentlemen. You will not be eviscerated today.”

The Sando brothers cowered away from the determined children and slunk into the sewers as they crossed the street. The park was empty at the moment, so April wasn’t worried about anyone seeing the giant mutant turtles wadding through the bushes.

“Venus!” April and the others called in intervals, tearing the park upside down for their baby. “C’mon sis, where are you?”

“You guys looking for a baby turtle?” Warren Stone asked. He was chilling on a park bench, sipping a smoothie.

“Warren Stone!” April squealed. She ran up to her news anchor idol. “Do you know where our sister is? She’s got a teal mask and a pretty defined shell.”

“Yeah, she crawled that a-ways about ten minutes ago,” Warren said waving in the general direction. “Chasing a bird or something. No respect for the laws of mortal foe combat.”

“Thanks Warren! Stone-head for life!” April ran off to get her brothers. “I got a lead! Venus isn’t here anymore, but I know where she went!”

“Lead on, April!” Leo said.

April led them in the direction Warren Stone had waved in, and they soon came across Hypno. He was shouting and swinging a top hat at a flock of doves swarming over his head.

“Hypno!” Mikey shouted, wrapping the chain of his kusari-fundo around the hippo mutant. “Where’s our sister?”

“What?” Hypno shouted. “I don’t know anything about a ‘blister.’”

“I said sis-ter,” Mikey yelled. “Baby turtle mutant. Teal mask. Where?”

“Never met one,” Hypno shouted. “Why would a lady turban merchant need a flask? Speak up! I can’t really hear at the moment.”

The teenagers groaned. This was getting them nowhere!

“Did you lot happen to lose a baby turtle?” Hypno asked. “One passed by a minute ago. I gave her a magic show, but the doves scared her off.”

“Where’d our baby sister go?” Mikey yelled as clearly as he could. Hope shined in the box turtle’s eyes.

Hypno seemed to wilt from the question. “I don’t know. She let out a killer scream that took out my doves and my hearing. I didn’t see where she went.”

“That would explain the screaming-match,” Leo grumbled. “Mikey, let him go. Venus isn’t here.” But she has been causing some top-tier mischief.

Raph brought the Turtle Tank around for everyone to pile in and regroup. Now what? Hypno was their last lead to finding Venus, and he didn’t know where she crawled off to. How did her screaming make the hippo mutant go that hard of hearing anyway? Sure, the baby had a loud voice but not loud enough to make someone go near-deaf. Right?

“Now what, team?” Raph asked. “Where do we look next?”

“Well,” Donnie started. Then explosions erupted from the Nexus Hotel in the distance.

“FOLLOW THE CHAOS!!!” April shouted.

Moments later, the Turtle fam burst into Big Mama’s hotel, weapons drawn and ready to take on the spider yokai. The sight that greeted them was not what they expected from the usually put-together criminal boss. Small fires lit up parts of the lobby and stairs, yokai and humans alike were either flopped over broken furniture unconscious or shaking in absolute terror. A yokai ran from one end of the room to the other screaming his head off.

“What happened here?” Leo asked, lowering his sword.

“I don’t know,” Donnie said, looking at his wrist scanner and typing on it. “I’ll hack into the security feeds; you guys keep an eye open for—”

Big Mama chose that moment to leave the elevator in giant yokai spider form. The first thing the Turtle fam did was pull into a tighter circle, defending Donnie as he reviewed the hacked feeds. They noted how she looked, well, battered, bruised, and burned. Big Mama looked at the teenagers with six tired eyes, down at her thick arms, then back at the teenagers. She slowly walked towards them.

“Does this belong to you?” she asked, voice wavering from exhaustion.

Extending her arms, Venus dangled from her hands.

“Venus!” They all cried.

Raph carefully took Venus into his arms and backed his entire family as far away from Big Mama as he could. His siblings launched themselves onto his arms, kissing and cooing at the baby turtle warbling happily back at them. Before they could interrogate the spider yokai about how she got her claws on their precious baby sister, Big Mama passed out less than gracefully in her lobby.

Raph quickly carried his family back to the Turtle Tank where they continued to fawn over their baby sister, relieved to have her back and taking turns holding her close. Donnie held Venus very carefully. She had somehow gotten out of one of his inventions specially designed to protect her, and he took it personally. How had it happened?

“Let’s see how you got into Big Mama’s hands, shall we?” Donnie said, passing Venus off to April and hooking up his gauntlet to the tank’s display screen.

As the security feed played out, the Turtle fam watched with increasing shock as their baby sister all but destroyed the Nexus Hotel. From the very moment that she went intangible in Big Mama’s arms, to crawling up onto the ceiling, duplicating, and puking up acid, the teens couldn’t look away. Then things really got weird.

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Venus screamed in the arms of every bellhop that held her, causing them to drop the duplicates to cover their ears. Big Mama wasn’t so lucky. She held the original baby turtle. Big Mama had to transform into her yokai form in order to cover her ears and not drop the baby.

“Hush, cutie-doodle!” Big Mama tried to soothe the child.

No! Venus didn’t want the spider lady anymore. Maybe if they couldn’t see her, they’d leave her alone. Leo played peekaboo with her all the time. Maybe the same rules applied? Venus covered her eyes and held as still as possible. She heard a gasp of surprise and suddenly felt her bottom hit the ground.

“Where’d she go?” a bellhop asked.

“I don’t know,” Big Mama replied. “She was right here! Find her!”

Venus crawled away as the bellhops and Big Mama waved the air around the ground searching for her. She made it to the elevator right as it was closing before becoming visible again.

“There she is! How’d she get in the elevator?!” a yokai yelled out.

The crowd tried to get to the baby turtle, but the doors had already closed. Venus blinked. She looked around the box-like room she was in. How did these things work again? She spotted the shiny panel of buttons and made grabby hands at them. They were too high up! The Indian tent turtle’s line of sight was soon above the panel of buttons. She could totally reach them now! Venus slapped the panel happily. The room felt like it was moving.

When the doors opened again, there were bellhops waiting. They, unfortunately, were not expecting the little baby to have grown to be bigger than their employer. Venus mowed them down as she crawled into the hallway. She found a stairwell and wandered her way down a few flights before shrinking down again.

The door was too heavy for her small body to open. However, she didn’t hesitate to crawl right through the wall to the other side, which just so happened to be a fish tank. Venus loved swimming! She followed the exotic fish in the tank for a minute or two, completely missing the looks of horror guests and employees alike gave her for how long she was in there. What? It wasn’t like she was gonna run out of air. She did this all the time at home.

“There you are!” Big Mama cheered, scooping the baby turtle out of the water tank. “Oh, now you’re all sobbled! Come, dear, let Big Mama dry you off.”

Oh, not this lady again! Venus huffed and puffed, struggling to get out of the gentle but firm grip. Then, she felt something shoot out of her shell. Screaming rang out around her, and Big Mama gasped. Venus looked around and saw several spikes impaling pillars and pining people to the walls. The baby clapped, clearly enjoying the silly poses the yokai had struck to avoid the spikes.

“That’s quite enough of that,” Big Mama admonished. Neither yokai nor baby noticed the pillar behind them starting to fall over. “I’ve had enough fizzywinkles in my hotel today, thank you.”

The pillar groaned and slammed on top of the two females. The bellhops rushed to lift the pillar from Big Mama, who was banged and bruised from its weight, but Venus was perfectly fine. Her scales had formed into a silver armor, leaving a baby turtle shaped hole in the raised column.

Then, a fire started from one of the spikes slicing through an electrical outlet. Everyone started screaming and running. Venus started crawling away again. And—

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Donnie shut of the video feed. He, Raph, Leo, Mikey, and April stared at Venus in shock. Raph quickly drove them home. After the teens all gathered in the living room, they collapsed into a heap of exhaustion, stress, and disbelief. Splinter walked in to see Venus sucking her thumb on top of Donnie’s chest as the soft-shell gently patted her head.

“Ah, there’s my precious little girl!” Splinter smiled. “Come to Daddy, Venus.” He lifted Venus to his hip and rubbed his nose to her beak. “So, how was her first ride in the Turtle Tank?”

Splinter raised an eyebrow in confusion at the way the teens groaned and sunk even further into their sibling pile.

Mikey shot up from the pile and shouted, “VENUS HAS POWERS,” then sunk back to his place between his brothers and April.

What a chaotically long day.

[mefiman]

Hamato Family’s First Visit to the Hidden City

Story request by @rottmntrulesall. Hope you enjoy the story, bud! ^^

"C'mon, everyone! Hurry up!" Michelangelo's impatience was obvious in his excitement. He and his siblings were finally going to show their dad's relatives for the first time to the Hidden City for two reasons; one: to view the many wonders of the other world and two: to have a formal, proper meeting with Draxum's parents. The latter part had instilled some unease into the Hamato siblings, especially Saki who was wary about stepping foot into a mysterious world and was about to see for himself the father and mother of the "monster" who altered his younger brother many years ago.

"Are you sure this place is safe?" Hamato Kenji asked. Raphael glanced at his uncle, understanding his uncle's concerns. "We've been there a lot, Uncle Kenji! We did encounter a few dangers there before but other than that, the people there don't usually attack humans unless provoked." Raph assured his uncle.

"There are a lot of places to visit like the many resorts and spas if you want to have a massage and ooh, Señor Hueso's Run of the Mill Pizza where they make one of the best pizzas! I know the manager of that place, we're amigos~" Leonardo took the chance to quip in.

"I can't wait to see Grandpa Mons again! Wait till you guys meet him yourselves, he's the nicest, sweetest grandpa you'll ever meet! He's still as strong as he's gentle!" Mikey said happily.

"I wonder if Grandma Chemia has some wicked new inventions to show me!" Donatello exclaimed.

"This would be my first time seeing my grandparents, Arachne..." Ariadne whispered to her best friend, Arachne.

"You've never seen them before?" Her friend asked.

"Once when I was a baby... I haven't seen them for years." The yokai femme told Arachne.

"Alright, kids, you've shown us all that you're excited to bring us to visit the Hidden City, Mikey, can you open the portal now?" Splinter asked.

"Sure, Dad!" Mikey got to work quickly.

Draxum felt a tinge of anxiety inside himself. He could not recall the last time he visited his creators ever since he moved out of home to pursue his alchemy researching, away from his parents' constant arguments, half of which is about their preferred methods of raising him. It was a surprise how those two still manage to live under the same roof despite their obvious clashing personalities. He guessed that they tolerated each other just for his sake. His parents had never produced any more offspring after him and one of Arachne’s parents...

"Hey, are you okay, Dad?" A female voice asked him. Draxum jolted from his pondering to find that his daughter, Poison Ivy asking him out of concern. He just gave a small smile as he ran his clawed hands over her helmet. "Am fine, just thinking about your grandparents." He assured her. He marveled how Ivy much had grown from the last time he scientifically created her with his and Lou Jitsu's DNAs; she being so tiny as a developed newborn infant growing in a liquid chamber to a young lady around the boys' ages. From what he knew later on, Splinter raised her along with the Turtles. Ivy had lived her life at first as a normal human teenager until her yokai genes started appearing. The initial discovery of her origins did shake her world but over time, she had learnt to accept and use them to assist her brothers in their adventures. She was intelligent like Draxum and his mother with his father's gentle, mature nature as well as Splinter/Lou's sassiness. She loved to study on botany and coincidently, her powers involved using vines and summoning plant like monsters at will. She recently revealed her sexuality preference as a lesbian and had a girlfriend who is a fellow classmate and witch trainee/apprentice in disguise. Both her creators and siblings were happy for her. As of now, she was cradling her younger sister, Venus de Milo was giggling and squealing as April, Ariadne and Arachne cooed and tickled her belly.

The group watched Mikey draw a symbol on the wall at an alley. Once the symbol was drawn, an open portal revealed. The Hamato siblings' mouths went ajar, not believing what they just saw. "if you think that's mind blowing, you haven't seen nothing yet!" Mikey grinned. His three other brothers and the three girls each took hold of one of their Hamato uncles and aunts's hands. The moment they all jumped into that portal, they found themselves staring at a massive part of a what seemed to be a huge city. The sky above was unlike Earth's skies; instead it was orange with some brown. The architecture of the buildings there were monster shaped with some tall, castle like structures far away from the city. There were a lot of people of all shapes, sizes, colors and appearances walking, running, passing by each other, buying their needs or doing their usual business trades. The Turtle family allowed their Hamato relatives to take in their first view around them. Saki's eyes were bulging out of his sockets, he could not believe for his life what he was seeing. Anthropomorphic, mostly consisting of animal, everyday objects, monstrous and supernatural like individuals roamed every part of the streets around him, he felt as if he was having a strange dream that defied logic! Nori on the other hand, looked right and left, taking in interesting sights that captured her attention. Underneath a calm façade, Kenji was freaking out internally at the new, foreign view. Hiroki was squealing in delight similar to a child had just discovered a world made of toys and sweets. Her twin, Hikari was a bit calmer than his sister, feeling a thrill of danger running through his veins. Last but not least, the youngest Hamato sibling, Mei's stance looked poker face yet she looked around to see if there were any Gothic like people that she can interact with. The Turtles and the girls grinned, seeing the reactions of the others.

"What do you think? Surreal, huh?" They ask.

"Amazing.."

"Fascinating..."

"I can't believe what I'm seeing..."

"Someone please tell me that I'm dreaming..." Saki mumbled, still not believing.

"No, you're not," Draxum replied, going straight to the point with an indifferent expression. "May we please hurry to my parents' house, I bet they're waiting for our arrival..."

"Oh yeah!" Mikey clapped both his hands once. "Lead the way, Draxy!"

Draxum sighed as he took the lead of the group. Along the way, there were a few whispers around and behind Draxum coming from the city people but Splinter and Ivy took hold of both his hands and gave a comforting, assuring squeeze, making him feel better. Ariadne gave her uncle a comforting hand on to his shoulder. They were soon out of the main city square to a further distance into the woods. They had to climb up a hill for a while until they reached a big mansion residing there.

"We are here at last. My childhood home..." Draxum said, looking at the grassy, serene valley below, reminiscing the times where he as a little one ran galloping around the field, cartwheeling with glee among the flowers and his sire teaching him the basics on how to defend himself the predator way. Both father and son spend their days in the early years, sparring with each other...

"Draxum, my son!" The former alchemist warrior villain snapped out of his memories to find himself being engulfed into the arms of none other than his dear, loving old father, Monsrage who brought his only son into a crushing bear hug which knocked the wind out of his lungs. "How have you been, my little baby boy? It's rare that you visit us but it's so wonderful to see you bring your family along! How delightful!" the older yokai gushed, his bushy tail wagging with unlimited enthusiasm like an excited puppy. Monsrage was rather huge and muscular with perked up, pointy ears, silky straight black hair unchanged through time and a fairly long beard to match. Like Draxum before, he wore a battle mask. He had a significant dark upperlip. His body had different shades of blue just like his son, Draxum when he was armored. Monsrage's eyes were the same like Draxum's. His feet in particular, was a noticeable difference. Unlike his wife and son, his feet were shaped like a lion's paws, fitting for him coming from a predator species.

"Father, it's great to see you... but can you please let go now? I can't breathe..." Draxum choked out, being smothered by his sire's busty chest. Monsrage immediately loosened his grip, apologizing profusely while checking to see if he had accidently broken any of his son's bones. Draxum shook his head, smiling a little. His sire had never changed all these years, still a concerned worrywart. And he bet his mother had not either...

Chemia on the other hand, was greeting the rest of the visitors with feverish energy. She was a redhead with shades of pink for her skin colour and her ears, long and drooped. Her eyes had a little twinkle in them, a part of her eccentric personality and plump, red lips. Like her husband, she wore a mask. Donnie, April, Arachne and Ivy were given a whirlwind hug the moment they came in front of her. Monsrage went back to the mansion with his son to give the new visitors, the Hamatos, April, and Arachne a warm greeting as well as welcome his beloved grandchildren with his signature bear hug and proceed to pepper their faces with smooches which they were delighted to have especially Mikey, Ariadne, Ivy and Venus. Monsrage and Chemia ushered them all into their humble abode. The Hamatos were initially skeptical about meeting Draxum's family but they were soon warmed up to them. Later on, the mansion was filled with guffaws of laughter as Monsrage showed them all baby pictures of his son which embarrased the poor warrior scientist. Donnie, April and Ivy were treated to Grandma Chemia's latest creations. Monsrage himself had a blast, playing with Venus and sparring with the Turtles and the girls. Arachne was delighted to meet her grandparents as a young adolescent, telling them about her achievements, adventures and that her own parents are doing well. The Hamatos became comfortable talking with Draxum's parents over some snack delicacies. Overall, everyone had a wonderful time at the Hidden City.

I had fun writing this! Was tiring but oh so worth it.

The Hamato siblings (minus Lou/Splinter) and Venus de Milo belong to @rottmntrulesall while Ariadne and Arachne are the OCs of @mikeykawaii/@mikey-ho. Monsrage, Chemia and Poison Ivy along with the mention of the witch girlfriend belong to me, @mefiman. I hope you don’t mind me incorporating your girls into this story, @mikeykawaii but I’ve been dying to add them in, especially Ari meeting her grandparents! ^^ 

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#5

Itty bitty baby with Papa.

17 notes • Posted 2021-04-18 11:57:28 GMT

#4

My Megop Kids, BurningPassion and Maganous with @enderdragon17's Megop Kid, Roí Ziz in softbody since I didn't have enough energy to draw robot frames... So long I haven't drawn TFA stuff, must be getting rusty...

17 notes • Posted 2021-06-22 04:22:17 GMT

#3

I was going through some BaronJitsu posts when I thought about my good friend, @rottmntrulesall and wondered how she was doing. I chanced upon my past gift to her which was a drabble and realized I never drew her take on TMNT Venus de Milo. So, I decided to draw her cuddling Grandpa Mons' fluffy tail. ^^

And here is my idea of Monsrage's and @rottmntrulesall's OC, Hamato Hikari's little cubs should they happen to bond and mate in the near future. I credit her for giving the names Akihiro and Chitose while I created the name Louji (obviously from the cubs' relative, Lou Jitsu). Both Mons and Hika would love these bundles of floof and mischief to no end. 😁

17 notes • Posted 2021-09-04 09:26:31 GMT

#2

Long time ago, me and @marco95z discussed about his OC Valimar and the idea of him having creators from an old RP. So after time procrastinating, here they are! My present for my dearest bud! I give him permission to use them and give them any names of his liking as long as I am given credit of creating them in the first place! ^^

20 notes • Posted 2021-06-16 15:24:32 GMT

#1

Hamato Family’s First Visit to the Hidden City

Story request by @rottmntrulesall. Hope you enjoy the story, bud! ^^

"C'mon, everyone! Hurry up!" Michelangelo's impatience was obvious in his excitement. He and his siblings were finally going to show their dad's relatives for the first time to the Hidden City for two reasons; one: to view the many wonders of the other world and two: to have a formal, proper meeting with Draxum's parents. The latter part had instilled some unease into the Hamato siblings, especially Saki who was wary about stepping foot into a mysterious world and was about to see for himself the father and mother of the "monster" who altered his younger brother many years ago.

"Are you sure this place is safe?" Hamato Kenji asked. Raphael glanced at his uncle, understanding his uncle's concerns. "We've been there a lot, Uncle Kenji! We did encounter a few dangers there before but other than that, the people there don't usually attack humans unless provoked." Raph assured his uncle.

"There are a lot of places to visit like the many resorts and spas if you want to have a massage and ooh, Señor Hueso's Run of the Mill Pizza where they make one of the best pizzas! I know the manager of that place, we're amigos~" Leonardo took the chance to quip in.

"I can't wait to see Grandpa Mons again! Wait till you guys meet him yourselves, he's the nicest, sweetest grandpa you'll ever meet! He's still as strong as he's gentle!" Mikey said happily.

"I wonder if Grandma Chemia has some wicked new inventions to show me!" Donatello exclaimed.

"This would be my first time seeing my grandparents, Arachne..." Ariadne whispered to her best friend, Arachne.

"You've never seen them before?" Her friend asked.

"Once when I was a baby... I haven't seen them for years." The yokai femme told Arachne.

"Alright, kids, you've shown us all that you're excited to bring us to visit the Hidden City, Mikey, can you open the portal now?" Splinter asked.

"Sure, Dad!" Mikey got to work quickly.

Draxum felt a tinge of anxiety inside himself. He could not recall the last time he visited his creators ever since he moved out of home to pursue his alchemy researching, away from his parents' constant arguments, half of which is about their preferred methods of raising him. It was a surprise how those two still manage to live under the same roof despite their obvious clashing personalities. He guessed that they tolerated each other just for his sake. His parents had never produced any more offspring after him and one of Arachne’s parents...

"Hey, are you okay, Dad?" A female voice asked him. Draxum jolted from his pondering to find that his daughter, Poison Ivy asking him out of concern. He just gave a small smile as he ran his clawed hands over her helmet. "Am fine, just thinking about your grandparents." He assured her. He marveled how Ivy much had grown from the last time he scientifically created her with his and Lou Jitsu's DNAs; she being so tiny as a developed newborn infant growing in a liquid chamber to a young lady around the boys' ages. From what he knew later on, Splinter raised her along with the Turtles. Ivy had lived her life at first as a normal human teenager until her yokai genes started appearing. The initial discovery of her origins did shake her world but over time, she had learnt to accept and use them to assist her brothers in their adventures. She was intelligent like Draxum and his mother with his father's gentle, mature nature as well as Splinter/Lou's sassiness. She loved to study on botany and coincidently, her powers involved using vines and summoning plant like monsters at will. She recently revealed her sexuality preference as a lesbian and had a girlfriend who is a fellow classmate and witch trainee/apprentice in disguise. Both her creators and siblings were happy for her. As of now, she was cradling her younger sister, Venus de Milo was giggling and squealing as April, Ariadne and Arachne cooed and tickled her belly.

The group watched Mikey draw a symbol on the wall at an alley. Once the symbol was drawn, an open portal revealed. The Hamato siblings' mouths went ajar, not believing what they just saw. "if you think that's mind blowing, you haven't seen nothing yet!" Mikey grinned. His three other brothers and the three girls each took hold of one of their Hamato uncles and aunts's hands. The moment they all jumped into that portal, they found themselves staring at a massive part of a what seemed to be a huge city. The sky above was unlike Earth's skies; instead it was orange with some brown. The architecture of the buildings there were monster shaped with some tall, castle like structures far away from the city. There were a lot of people of all shapes, sizes, colors and appearances walking, running, passing by each other, buying their needs or doing their usual business trades. The Turtle family allowed their Hamato relatives to take in their first view around them. Saki's eyes were bulging out of his sockets, he could not believe for his life what he was seeing. Anthropomorphic, mostly consisting of animal, everyday objects, monstrous and supernatural like individuals roamed every part of the streets around him, he felt as if he was having a strange dream that defied logic! Nori on the other hand, looked right and left, taking in interesting sights that captured her attention. Underneath a calm façade, Kenji was freaking out internally at the new, foreign view. Hiroki was squealing in delight similar to a child had just discovered a world made of toys and sweets. Her twin, Hikari was a bit calmer than his sister, feeling a thrill of danger running through his veins. Last but not least, the youngest Hamato sibling, Mei's stance looked poker face yet she looked around to see if there were any Gothic like people that she can interact with. The Turtles and the girls grinned, seeing the reactions of the others.

"What do you think? Surreal, huh?" They ask.

"Amazing.."

"Fascinating..."

"I can't believe what I'm seeing..."

"Someone please tell me that I'm dreaming..." Saki mumbled, still not believing.

"No, you're not," Draxum replied, going straight to the point with an indifferent expression. "May we please hurry to my parents' house, I bet they're waiting for our arrival..."

"Oh yeah!" Mikey clapped both his hands once. "Lead the way, Draxy!"

Draxum sighed as he took the lead of the group. Along the way, there were a few whispers around and behind Draxum coming from the city people but Splinter and Ivy took hold of both his hands and gave a comforting, assuring squeeze, making him feel better. Ariadne gave her uncle a comforting hand on to his shoulder. They were soon out of the main city square to a further distance into the woods. They had to climb up a hill for a while until they reached a big mansion residing there.

"We are here at last. My childhood home..." Draxum said, looking at the grassy, serene valley below, reminiscing the times where he as a little one ran galloping around the field, cartwheeling with glee among the flowers and his sire teaching him the basics on how to defend himself the predator way. Both father and son spend their days in the early years, sparring with each other...

"Draxum, my son!" The former alchemist warrior villain snapped out of his memories to find himself being engulfed into the arms of none other than his dear, loving old father, Monsrage who brought his only son into a crushing bear hug which knocked the wind out of his lungs. "How have you been, my little baby boy? It's rare that you visit us but it's so wonderful to see you bring your family along! How delightful!" the older yokai gushed, his bushy tail wagging with unlimited enthusiasm like an excited puppy. Monsrage was rather huge and muscular with perked up, pointy ears, silky straight black hair unchanged through time and a fairly long beard to match. Like Draxum before, he wore a battle mask. He had a significant dark upperlip. His body had different shades of blue just like his son, Draxum when he was armored. Monsrage's eyes were the same like Draxum's. His feet in particular, was a noticeable difference. Unlike his wife and son, his feet were shaped like a lion's paws, fitting for him coming from a predator species.

"Father, it's great to see you... but can you please let go now? I can't breathe..." Draxum choked out, being smothered by his sire's busty chest. Monsrage immediately loosened his grip, apologizing profusely while checking to see if he had accidently broken any of his son's bones. Draxum shook his head, smiling a little. His sire had never changed all these years, still a concerned worrywart. And he bet his mother had not either...

Chemia on the other hand, was greeting the rest of the visitors with feverish energy. She was a redhead with shades of pink for her skin colour and her ears, long and drooped. Her eyes had a little twinkle in them, a part of her eccentric personality and plump, red lips. Like her husband, she wore a mask. Donnie, April, Arachne and Ivy were given a whirlwind hug the moment they came in front of her. Monsrage went back to the mansion with his son to give the new visitors, the Hamatos, April, and Arachne a warm greeting as well as welcome his beloved grandchildren with his signature bear hug and proceed to pepper their faces with smooches which they were delighted to have especially Mikey, Ariadne, Ivy and Venus. Monsrage and Chemia ushered them all into their humble abode. The Hamatos were initially skeptical about meeting Draxum's family but they were soon warmed up to them. Later on, the mansion was filled with guffaws of laughter as Monsrage showed them all baby pictures of his son which embarrased the poor warrior scientist. Donnie, April and Ivy were treated to Grandma Chemia's latest creations. Monsrage himself had a blast, playing with Venus and sparring with the Turtles and the girls. Arachne was delighted to meet her grandparents as a young adolescent, telling them about her achievements, adventures and that her own parents are doing well. The Hamatos became comfortable talking with Draxum's parents over some snack delicacies. Overall, everyone had a wonderful time at the Hidden City.

I had fun writing this! Was tiring but oh so worth it.

The Hamato siblings (minus Lou/Splinter) and Venus de Milo belong to @rottmntrulesall while Ariadne and Arachne are the OCs of @mikeykawaii/@mikey-ho. Monsrage, Chemia and Poison Ivy along with the mention of the witch girlfriend belong to me, @mefiman. I hope you don’t mind me incorporating your girls into this story, @mikeykawaii but I’ve been dying to add them in, especially Ari meeting her grandparents! ^^ 

24 notes • Posted 2021-07-20 08:25:44 GMT

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