#dragonfly plush

[plushpile]

dream Squishable bugs ❤️🌱

🪲 Mini Squishable Stag Beetle

🕷️ Mini Squishable Tarantula

🐛 Squishable Caterpillar

🌷 Mini Squishable Orchid Mantis

🦋 Mini Squishable Monarch Butterfly

🌿 Squishable Dragonfly

[voidboxshop]

Have you met Jolene? Cause she's ready to meet you!!

Here she is!! The cutest and coolest dragonfly plush you'll ever lay your eyes on.. and she's actually suuuper soft!! She's made from Minky fleece and a little bit of faux fur and it just makes her the softest plush to hold!

I love how she turned out and I hope you do as well! If you wanna meet Jolene then you can find her and a BUNCH more bug-themed plushies over at voidboxshop.com

[humblegrub]

sewing patterns for bugs! (pt 1)

these are just some I found on etsy. please add more you know about!

giant tropical velvet worm pattern by LilLeviathan

aphid plush pattern inspired by Grounded by TheWeaversTools

tarantula pattern (there's a crochet version, too) by LarriecraftsNL

jester the snail pattern by Oddnest

bee plush pattern and fruit fly plush pattern by CirquellCuriosities

isopod plush that stays rolled up with snaps or velcro by CholyKnight

snail plush pattern by CholyKnight

moth and butterfly plush pattern by CholyKnight

dragonfly plush pattern by CholyKnight

[kollector-of-stims]

Squishable's dragonfly and poisonous deaths head hawkmoth (books a million exclusive version)

[lionacuty]

stop starring at me with them big ol eyes

[lissidragon]

Yesterday, I worked on two plushies!

🐲Aqua - Dragonfly 🪽 is all ready to sew as I finished cutting out all the pieces.

The 🦴 Slime Dragon 🐲 for the October raffle is all designed. I'll also be doing a slime kitty!

[mekyrdesign]

Wrap yourself in comfort and nature's beauty with our cozy Dragonflies Blanket. Perfect for chilly evenings or to add a touch of elegance to your living space, this blanket features delicate dragonfly designs that are sure to inspire tranquility. Ideal for women who appreciate both style and warmth, it makes a lovely gift or addition to your home. Snuggle up and enjoy the serene vibes! #DragonfliesBlanket #HomeDecor #CozyLiving #NatureInspired #GiftIdeas

[whereserpentswalk]

There was an abandoned church where the faeries used to come out, tucked away in one of those neighborhoods in the city where only residents ever go. It was a beautiful stone building, covered in vines and ivy, half broken, resting between the corner stores and brownstones. They say it's so old that nobody even remembers the name of the god they worshipped there.

And there used to be faeries there. They would come out quite frequently. Nobody maintained the place, but it was ruined enough so you could just walk in through where the door used to be. And you could see them there, the kobolds who would sing their ancient songs in languages long forgotten. And the hollow backed women who would dance in the silver moonligh, and who turned men who tried to touch them into trees. There where spirits who'd look like dragonflies one momment, and than little winged people the next. And great dire trolls at times would come out and brew strange drinks from grass and root. There were mothmen who flew in the skies above the ancient church, looking down with big yellow eyes. There where witches who'd grant strange requests for strange prices, and who'd look like women from a far, and great mantises when near. And there were even darker things, faceless men, and black eyed girls, who'd come, but they never harmed a soul on those old church grounds.

They say it became a place where people who were grateful for such things would come. Urban sorcerers, and cryptid hunters, unmarketable artists, and outcasts and members of forgotten subcultures would come to. It was mostly just a place people in the city knew about, people who knew enough about the fae, people who had respect for the fae. A few faeries would let themselves show up in dim photographs, perhaps to appear on somebody's blog, but most people who would go there knew to ask first. And they say that. In her gratefulness to the ruins, for being a place where the children of Odin and the children of Gaia had found peace, the queen of the autumn faeries had gifted them a magic sword, that shined like sunset amber, planted forever in the ruins of the church's alter.

And once there was a magical sword there, something valuable there, the city decided it had to take notice. It wasn't just some worthless stone anymore, it was something with more money behind it now. They transfered the ruins' ownership from the underfunded historical society, to a successful real-estate company, who would know how to handle it well, and perhaps bring in some tourists.

And suddenly, things began to change. See, the sword needed to be well protected of course, so there were security cameras all over the place to keep out robbers, and guards of course to stand around and yell at people, and of course perhaps to fire iron bullets at any faeries who thought about hurting humans who wanted to be free to touch them and pet them and take pictures without consequences. And there were metal detectors of course, and there needed to be a closing time because suddenly there was a staff that had to be payed.

And somehow there were less and less faeries then, and the people who had used to come so often had gone away too. But that didn't matter, they still needed to turn a profit, and they had started advertising it, so soon tourists with their fancy cameras and expectations, and families with little children on leashes and dogs in their strollers, and fourteen year old boys who giggled because faerie could mean gay, all started to come, and waited on line to see the minority of faeries who were still there. And soon the walls of the old church had signs and ads and the walls were painted a green because the company thought grey was an ugly color, and the entrance had all those little marketable t-shirts and plushes for people to buy.

And soon there were no more faeries. They didn't want to come. The sword had turned black.

They say the last faeries to leave were the toughest of them, and that they didn't like the new type of guest, trolls would put human bones in their last stews, and witches would curse anyone who took pictures of them, and the black eyed girls and faceless men finally dragged people into faeland never to return. But even they left eventually, all of them did. They say the sword healed when it was bright and amber, but when it was black it's magic was no weaker, but it killed, anyone who touched the black sword would rot away. They say other magical creatures, meaner ones, found good homes in the church when it became so filled with the company's things, blood drinking vampires, and howling ghosts, and deal making devils, found the place to be a perfect hunting spot. The faeries never came back, and the church lost its profitability, they tried to rip it down, and use the land for some pretty shot or restaurant, but they could never clear the foundation, nobody could lift the sword.

[fictional-worlds-are-exquisite]

i have a list of things that would fix me

BIG isopod plush

millipede plush

centipede plush

spider plush

beetle plush

cricket plush

GIANT weta plush

weevil plush

ant plush

stink bug plush

worm plush

snail plush

slug plush (sea slugs accepted)

caterpillar plush

moth plush

stick bug plush

praying mantis plush

fly plush

dragonfly plush

butterfly plush (but only if it's a little weird)

[strawberrymochin]

Springtime Fushiguros♪

Context-: exploring the memories of childhood of fushiguros, marking the spring time of you and satoru gojo.

Lost-: satoru loses Megumi while you all visit the firework festival

Your lips form a satisfactory smile as you finally finish tucking Megumi in a kimono with blue dragonflies printed all over, which once belonged to gojo.

Tsumiki was twirling, wearing her new yukata, adorned with sakura prints on the pink fabric, you guys brought her back shopping. You bought one for Megumi too, which was what he supposed to wear today— on Hanabi— the firework festival celebrated in Japan during the summer season.

He would have looked so cute in the kimono you initially chose for him, even with that grumpy face, like a squishy mochi, if not for gojo who threw out the shopping bag containing megumi's kimono mistaking it for trash.

"Aww! Megumiii!!!! He looks just like mee!!!" Gojo squealed in joy, coming into the kids bedroom to take a look at kids. "And oh my gawd! Miki!!!! You look like an angel! Just like—"

"Like me?" You cut gojo's sentence, grinning at him.

"Nah, I was talking about my self!"

"Wha— you're such a sucker!" You scoff at him, while tsumiki giggles.

"Oii no swearing infront of the kids. Wasn't it a rule you made? Who's breaking it now?"

"Shut up!"

"Hey gumi, never thought you could pull off my kimono huh!" Gojo remarked, bending his torso down, to the kid's level to look into his eyes.

"Do you really have to throw it away?" Megumi grumbles, seemingly uninterested to respond to gojo's compliment.

"I told you, i thought it has trash in it."

"Who keeps trash in a shopping bag?" asks Megumi bitterly, turning his head away, noticing you picking up their now-discarded dresses into the laundry basket. However there was a faint blush tainting your plush cheeks, as your eyes crease shyly, excusing yourself out of the room.

"I do. It's basically saving money yk. You don't have to buy trash bags." Gojo says cupping his face, back to him, squeezing his cheeks.

~♡~

This was just a while ago, before gojo messed up. He's damn sure you would never forgive him for this. Nor tsumiki would. The sounds of people passing by; sounds of childrens laughing, running around; sounds of announcements buzzed through his ears.

He had lost Megumi in the crowd.

Now there are only two options:-

1. Tell the truth and beg for your forgiveness

2. Wander around trying to find Megumi

Before he could decide which option to choose—

"How long do you have to take to buy one lemon soda?" Gojo turns around to find you along with tsumiki, sucking on her popsicle.

"Oh...um—" gojo hesitates, panicking inside, as your eyebrows form a frown.

"Where's Megumi?"

"You see— he's....umm—

Announcement-:

A lost kid has been reported named Fushiguro Megumi, age 7 years, wearing a blue kimono with dragonfly prints along with a blue belt. His guardians are requested to gather near the lost and found centre near the main entrance. Thank you.

"Wow! I see how it is..."

"Listen—"

"Have fun doing the laundry the entire week!"

Gojo sighs in defeat, knowing better not to provoke you anymore following you on your way to rescue Megumi.

When you reach the lost and found centre you see Megumi, grim faced, clutching the lemon soda tight in his hands, among the bunch of other lost kids.

His eyes perk up with relief as soon as he saw your silhouette, running to you ignoring gojo's existance.

"Next time don't loose my hand." Gojo says, getting hold of him again. " Or maybe next time you don't loose my hand trying to pose for those aunties simping over you."

You dart your eyes at gojo, upon hearing megumi's words, "what?"

"No..no babe. He's lying. I swear." Giving you his innocent pouty victim look trying to melt your heart with his cuteness. "I love you."

"Satoru"

"Yeah?" However, his cuteness didn't work melting you this time.

"Have fun doing the laundry and sleeping on the couch this entire week."

Gojo - (⁠ノ⁠ಥ⁠,⁠_⁠｣⁠ಥ⁠)⁠ノ

~♡~

Back home, you were helping megumi, take off his kimono, an unconscious smile tugged on your lips. Megumi tilted his head to the side as you unwrap his belt taking it off.

"Why are you smiling?" He asks.

"am i? Just remembered something sweet yk...." You reply, folding the belt taking in a deep breath.

"What?" You looked at Megumi, eyes glistening with curiosity. It's rare to see him with such soft expression except when he's asleep.

"This kimono you're wearing holds a precious memory to me." You smile, before continuing, "This was the kimono satoru was wearing when I saw him for the first time. You know that day he saved me from getting killed."

Megumi's eyes widened a bit as his lips parted in a small 'o'.

"It's strange how you're so similar to him. Yk, when he was of your age, this guy barely smiled. God he would have such terrifying blue eyes that kids would stay a mile away from him. Lol."

"Weren't you terrified?"

"Yes....but what I was terrified of was the sheer loneliness that lied behind his eyes, which were devoid of any emotion."

"Oh" Megumi didn't know what else to utter. It's hard for him to imagine gojo as someone who would stay dead serious.

"Though don't tell your sensei about it. He doesn't remembers that incident."

Megumi nods coming closer to you as you take off the kimono from him.

[divine-misfortune]

Let the reason come on the common tongue

Kinktober day 2: Face fucking

Rating: Explicit

Relationship(s): Mist/Ifrit

Words: 1,184

Tags: Intersex Mist, cunt and dick used for her anatomy, Ifrit has an oral fixation, hair pulling, face fucking

Read on ao3 or below the cut

Mist let out a little shriek that turned into a breathless fit of laughter as she’s unceremoniously tossed into the overgrown pile of pillows at the head of Ifrit’s bed.

She wriggled around in the mass of blankets, unsure as to why a fire ghoul of all elements needed so much to keep warm with but not complaining about them in the slightest. They were all soft and smelled a little like the incense Alpha had always been so fond of, sandalwood and a bit like strawberry shortcake, sweet and a little floral. Far from what anyone would expect from Alpha. Mist didn’t mind how plush Ifrit’s bed was, and on any other day she might’ve just rolled over and buried her face into the sheets and refused to budge for a few hours but Ifrit had other plans. 

She’s yanked by the ankles further down the bed towards him, warm calloused hands pushed under the hem of her tank top and bunched the fabric just over the small swell of her tits. Thumbs working in tandem, he circled both rosy buds in time with each other, fixated on just how pebbled they were before he’d even touched them. 

Ifrit bit his lip and slowly drew his neatly filed claws down her sides, purposefully ghosting over the gills fluttering expectantly. Simply grinned like the devil when she made a face, she didn’t know why she continued to let fire ghouls bed her. Bastards, all of them. But despite that, she still arched off the mattress in order to follow the bite of his nails. At least Ifrit made an effort to declaw himself, she wouldn’t be wearing violently red welts for a week. 

He flicked his orange eyes up to hold her gaze and began mapping out a path of wet, open mouthed kisses down the line of her body. Over her sternum, down her stomach, forked tongue going so far as to trace the soft line of her belly before flicking at her navel. Mist hissed halfheartedly, giving his broad shoulder a weak smack.

“Get on with it before I change my mind,” she warned but her tone remained amused. 

“And to think I took you for the patient one.” 

“Sorely mistaken, cherry bomb. Now,” the spade of her tail batted him on the nose “I don’t want another word from you unless you’re choking on my dick while you say ‘em.”

Ifrit rolled his eyes and gave her belly a playful nip that had her glaring. He decided to put his teeth to better use at least, taking the tie of her sweatpants in his teeth to pull the bow loose. He hummed and Mist lifted her hips off the bed, making the awkward dance of shimmying her pants off before discarding them to some far off corner the slightest bit easier. Helpful, but Ifrit had seen enough pretty faced water ghouls to hold a slight suspicion of her actions, those fish had plenty of self serving tricks up their sleeves.

Her legs fell apart for him as he skimmed his touch up the inside of her calves, and she reached down to frame her half chubbed cock and her cunt between her fingers. Ifrit licked his lips like a hungry dog, eyes drawn like a magnet to the sight. He laid on his belly and rubbed a stubbled cheek against her thigh, very obviously drinking in her scent before diving in. 

That devilish tongue licked deep into her core for a mouthful of slick, always one to savor the taste before the meal. She tried not to gasp but he managed to draw it right out of her. Ifrit gave the tip of her cock an experimental kitten lick to watch it jump against her mound then proceeded to swallow her down in one go - not that she was terribly hard to accommodate to begin with. 

“Shh…it.” Mist dragged her hand through her hair. Dizzied from the feeling of her cock properly filling out in the impossible heat of his mouth. “That’s good, dragonfly…Just hold it for a second. Get it fully hard, I want to enjoy that mouth.”

Ifrit hummed and the vibration of it made her dick throb against the flat of his tongue, hissing out a curse. His tail waved lazily as his eyes closed, dark lashes fluttering lightly against his cheeks. She could watch the way his lips wrapped around it for hours but gave up, head falling back into the pillows to stare up at the ceiling. Such a pretty shade of pink bordering on red like he’d spent the better part of their afternoon sucking at a cherry lollipop instead of driving her up the walls by simply existing with that charming smile and those strong arms. 

Mist sighed and reached out to drag her fingers through his already mussed up hair, soft strands she could thread through like silk. Ifrit looked to her, propping himself up on his elbows, he exhaled heavily through his nose, hot breath tickling over her skin. Exhaling out that last little bit of tension and easing fully down the last few centimeters of her dick. 

“Ready?” Another hum that had her breath hitching. Devil knew what he was doing. 

Mist brought her other hand to his hair, wiggling knobby fingers to twist up at the roots till she found a good solid grip. Maybe a bit tighter than necessary but it was the way she knew Ifrit liked to be handled. His jaw relaxed as she tugged his head back. Fingers flexed in the sheets on either side of her hips, clearly getting restless. She’d have rolled her eyes or called him an overeager whore for the impatience but with him in such prime positioning she really was no better.

Like sliding home, she bucked off the bed. Tip of her cock grazing the back of his throat, just enough to trigger that urge to gag but not quite. His tongue was heavenly, the stud piercing it was an albeit strange sensation but added something maddening to the experience. Fire ghouls were her favorite, and she’d take that fact to her grave.

The first few thrusts up into his mouth were slow. Experimental. Trying to find just the right way to bury her cock in his throat. A cautious up and down, feet planted on the mattress to leverage herself. The muscles in her thighs flexed with effort when she finally decided on a satisfying pace. Short twitches upwards paired with her yanking his face down to meet her movements. 

Mist found herself panting rather quickly. Sweat beaded at her brow, clumsily working her way closer to the burn of promised bliss. Ifrit however already seemed there, drool slicking his chin, the glow of his eyes burning no brighter than embers. Always happy to find himself in a position like this, being taken. It was almost relaxing for the fire ghoul, responsibility plucked from his hands, brain forced to slow, and she was more than happy to provide. 

She just hoped she could last long enough for it to do the job. 

[voidboxshop]

NEW PLUSHIES!!! - This time BUG Themed!

These are just SOME of the new plushies I've made and are available for sale!! Slugs, Moths, Spiders, Caterpillars, Bees, Ladybug, Scorpion, Dragonfly and so so many more!! You can find them at voidbox.com !!!

I really love how they all turned out and I hope you love them too!!

[jackalgirl]

Finished the first kit from CraftArtistStudio in Ukraine, which I got from Etsy (here: https://www.etsy.com/listing/1805316940/bead-embroidery-kit-green-dragonfly-diy -- these are 50% for the next three days only, according to the page).

All in all, an excellent kit. It is essentially an embroider-by-numbers kit, which is perfect for someone like me who has limited embroidery skills. Some things I figured out:

o The kit tells you to sew on three of the smaller beads at a time, then backstitch through all three. I did that for the first wing (upper left), and you can see that it made the curves more straight. After that first wing, I figured out that you can just stitch on the beads one at a time or do a "sew three one, backstitch through the last two (or one)" to preserve the curve, and it worked a lot better for the other wings.

o The kit contains a fine needle with a very fine eye, which is exactly what you need for stitching on the tiny seed beads. However, it is nearly impossible to thread with the thicker embroidery thread you'll use later, so I recommend you provide your own needle when you get to that step.

o The cloth weave is very broad. This is fine; it makes it much easier to sew, but it's incredibly shreddy. If you would not like to be wearing threads or having loose threads getting in your way, I recommend you use fray-check or white glue to seal the edges before you start (you'll be trimming the cloth away later anyway).

The kits from this artist are gorgeous. Shipping took a while but considering it was coming from an active war zone, I was impressed that it got to me at all -- the Ukraine Postal Service is awesome! I'm very happy to support a Ukranian artist and if you're the crafty/sewy type with a crow brain that craves the shinies, I recommend you check out the shop: https://www.etsy.com/shop/CraftArtistStudio.

P.S. They do more than bugs. I'm about to buy the plush tardigrade PDF (https://www.etsy.com/listing/1833780375/plush-tardigrade-pdf-tutorial-water-bear).

[kollector-of-stims]

I'm getting these two squishables for christmas and I'm SO HAPPY-

[liminalpebble]

The Spoils of War (An Emperor Geta and Coriolanus Crossover)

AO3 Link

Emperor Geta x slave girl reader x Coriolanus

CW: sexual slavery non/dub con, talk of violence and blood, Minors DNI

(Build up, the truly nasty, hide-your-face-from-the-lord, smut is in the next part).

AN: Hello, friends. Welcome to the depraved crossover nastiness we've all been waiting for. I thought this would just be one chapter, but it's looking like a two-parter for now. It should go without saying that this will absolutely not be historically accurate in any way, shape, or form. I swear to god, I actually am highly educated. I studied Shakespeare and Latin and the Roman Empire extensively but, fam, THAT IS NOT WHAT WE'RE HERE FOR. We're here to be whores. So without further ado...

Chapter 1: The Victor Returns

Your wide eyes take in the vast marble hall, the gold embellishments, and the lights of dozens of flickering lamps reflected off of shiny fabric, statues and bodies; so many bodies, squirming, gasping, undulating, and rutting like animals. You sit nervously on your cushion at Geta's feet, beside his gilded throne, seeing but hardly believing the scene around you.

Geta had plucked you, like a delicate flower, from your little village mere days ago. Those few days had taught you so much about the flesh, about hedonism, and about how absolutely obsessed the insane young emperor is with corrupting you. This first attendance at one of his famously debauched orgies is only the latest lesson of your education.

A deep, filthy laugh beckons you from your reverie, and you meet Geta's eyes, black as the abyss, and his wolfish grin. His thick hand with its many glimmering rings combs through your hair affectionately, aimlessly, as you would pet a kitten.

“You've never seen anything like this, have you, little pet?”

“No, sire. I apologize. I'm just...”

“Absolutely adorable when you're shocked, and it drives me absolutely mad with lust. Come, sit on your king's lap.”

You obey, readily. The slender golden chains criss-crossing your warm skin chime gently as you rise. As Geta settles you carefully upon his thigh, he admires your body and the adornments he chose for it. The silk is iridescent, thin, and transparent as the wings of a dragonfly. It leaves nothing to the imagination, on the contrary, it only draws attention to the curves beneath it, curves which Geta now leers at shamelessly as he gulps his wine.

“Now, darling, look...observe well,” he whispers close to your ear, plush lips ghosting over your skin. “You needn't be shy.”

He dips a fingertip into his honeyed-wine then holds it against your lips with a silent command to taste. You open your mouth and surrender to him, licking and sucking gently as you would attend to his cock. You've learn how he likes this. You've been an apt pupil and it delights him.

“Good girl,” he sighs, watching your now wine-blushed mouth. “You're a quick learner....never need to be told twice, do you? My generals could learn a thing or two about that.”

Then, a messenger greets Geta with a deep bow and kneels. He announces that his general, Coriolanus, has returned from the battlefield and comes to report.

Geta smirks to you, like it's an inside joke, “Well, well. Speak of the devil. Yes, very well...send him in.”

You tug his robe very gently to get his attention and ask, “Sire, shall I leave until you need me again? Perhaps this is not for my ears?”

He grins broadly, but it's unsettling. It doesn't extend to the voids of his eyes. “Of course not! Please, by all means, stay. I'd like you to meet Rome's greatest general...obstinate though he is.”

He ushers you gently back to your cushion as the doors groan loudly, heralding the entrance of the elite soldier. He's filthy in his armor, painted in mud and blood and the sweat of battle. A sharp contrast to the rich, bright, sensual scene on either side of the aisle. His presence parts the vista of pleasure like the Red Sea as he storms forward and takes a knee before his god-king.

“Caesar, I bring you glad tidings of our victory, yet again,” says a deep, smooth, voice. The haughty aristocratic accent slices through you like the razor-sharp sword he carries.

“I expected no less from you, Coriolanus,” Geta drolls out, swirling his wine idly in his goblet, nearly bored, even by the monumental news. The practical aspects of ruling never appealed much to the emperor, only the pleasurable ones. Another wicked grin crosses his features, the one that tells you he's up to some depraved game for his own diversion.

He finally looks over his general. “Rise, Coriolanus. As your reward, I invite you to stay for this delightful party. You've earned your relaxation. Please, enjoy all I have to offer.”

You dare to raise your eyes, curious about this man even Geta praises. The champion stands, towering over you with his long, lean height.

The first thing you notice is the striking difference between this man and your king. Where Geta is an impressive, heavy, scepter, Coriolanus is the sharpest of swords; a man made of all harsh angles, seemingly forged of steel. Especially his eyes, gods, those eyes, cold as iron and blue as an icy sea.

You had become accustomed to the warmth, the blood-flushed pink lips and round animated feature of Geta's face. Now, his general's thin, unsmiling mouth and impervious expression rather frightened you. But beneath it, could you dare admit that it aroused you?

You shake the thought away. These choices weren't yours to make anymore anyway. Your sex belonged to one man to do as he pleased...and he certainly did please, often and well. You were grateful, really, for your privileged spot. It could have been so much worse.

The men talk and you struggle to keep your curious eyes politely averted until ordered to do otherwise. Therefore, you don't see it when Coriolanus' eyes rake over you extensively, drinking you in with covetous longing. His marble shell cracks ever so slightly with a feeling...with lust.

Geta for all his madness and failings, is however, very talented in perception. He can find weakness in a man's face and exploit it entirely, mercilessly. But today, he is in a good mood. Today, he is feeling merciful.

Geta watches and smiles knowingly. “Beautiful, isn't she?”

He takes your hand, urging you to stand with him. He gently guides your chin up to meet the soldier's eyes. The king's hand strokes your hair then grips your breasts possessively while he speaks. “And to think this beautiful diamond in the rough was languishing away in some provincial hovel.”

Finally, a smile crosses his thin lips, and his face is transformed into a charming portrait of a chiseled god. “A tragedy, indeed, sire. May I touch her?”

“Of course. Just be gentle. She's quite precious to me and still...learning.”

He begins to extend his hand towards your soft cheek, but then remembers the blood and dirt covering his body and reconsiders.

“Ah. Perhaps, I shouldn't until I've bathed properly. I wouldn't want to soil you, my dear. At least, not yet and not like that.”

Despite your nerves, you giggle faintly at the innuendo, still afraid, but charmed and aroused, maybe even because he is so powerful, so intimidating. Or maybe because of how his rich deep voice drops even lower as he practically growled the words, like a majestic beast barely restrained. Maybe because he could tear you apart.

“Oh, but you must have a taste of her. Her cunt is so sweet, like honeyed-wine.” Geta turns to you and says with a gentle coo, “Darling, be a good girl...slide your fingers between your legs and let the good general have a taste of you.”

“Yes, Sire,” you say with as you part your silky skirt and slide two dainty digits between your folds where your juices have already begun to drip. There's plenty to collect for him.

Geta holds your chin to meet Coriolanus' eyes while you bring you fingers to his lips. The gazes of both men bore into you as he licks and sucks you into his mouth, cleaning your fingers with the long muscle of his tongue and never looking away.

Geta hums, “hmm. So wet for us already, pet?”

You blush and try to stutter out an apology, to which both men simply chuckle. “Oh she is sooo sweet, Geta. So eager to please...so obedient and innocent. I can see why you're quite taken.”

“Well, why don't you bathe? The sooner you do, the sooner we can both take her.”

Your emperor's words set your blood on fire as it rushes to your cheeks and between your legs in anticipation. You weren't sure what to expect from this debauchery, but you certainly didn't expect this.

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[lissidragon]

Plush Update 🐉 Aqua - Dragonfly 🪽

All embroidery is finished! Now just to pull all the stabilizer out of each facet. 😭