#toy shorts

[communiquesfromm]

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Quite Revealing...!

[mawlaeina]

Childe is a family man.

Of course he loves his current family—so much that he spoils them everytime he comes home to Snezhnaya.

But recently he’s come to a point where he’s thought of making a family of his own. Sadly, he’s been too busy with his work as a harbinger to even find someone he wants to get to know better.

That all changed though when he saw you comforting Teucer at the lake nearby his family cabin.

When he came to the lake, he wasn’t expecting hearing the sad sobs of his younger brother Teucer. Instinctively, he began to run through the snowy terrain and towards where the cries were coming from.

There he saw you, panicking and reassuring Teucer (albeit timidly). Teucer had clung to you, hugging you tightly as he cried his eyes out on your shoulder, and there you were—knelt to the young ginger’s height as you embraced him, softly patting his back to soothe whatever was ailing him.

Something ticked inside Childe’s head, and before he knew it he was walking towards you with a glint of interest in his eyes.

Childe called out to Teucer, and Teucer let go of you to rush over to his older brother. It put a smile on Childe’s face knowing he was still his younger brother’s favorite. You stood up, and both of you introduced each other.

You say that you were new, having just moved into the neighborhood from Liyue. Currently, you began to work as a tutor for the neighborhood kids, adding that you’ve always liked kids and wanted to help and see them grow up. It gave you such a fulfilling experience.

Oh, you had no idea how that statement made Childe’s blood rush to his head… and pants.

He smiled, saying that he also liked kids, his younger brother Teucer in particular. He asks how you managed to meet Teucer since he usually just stays inside playing with the Mr. Cyclops toys that Childe gave him everytime he returned. You reply that you visited his family cabin because his mother invited you over after helping her with some groceries before.

Teucer randomly began to mention how his brother was single—much to his own brother’s surprise. Who taught him that? Childe thought as he awkwardly laughs it off in front of you, though he secretly hoped you’d take interest in such a topic.

Before any of you could even say another thing, Teucer began to go off again, talking to his brother how pretty you were, and how he liked and wanted you to be another one of his big sisters. You were flattered of course and chuckled at the cute ramblings of the kid.

You asked Childe if this was a normal thing, and Childe responded that he doesn’t usually do this. You began to talk to each other, and Teucer seemed to notice how the two of you got a long so well so quickly.

So he asked you the million dollar question.

“Hey, will you marry my big brother Ajax?” He asks abruptly, stunning you and Childe momentarily.

A blush forms on your cheeks as you began to laugh bashfully, scratching your cheeks with a finger, unsure of how to respond to the child without sounding too bad.

“Uhm… Teucer, we just met.” You say to the young boy.

“But you’ll marry him, right?” He seemed so excited at the thought, and Childe was as well, though he decided to laugh it off.

“Teucer, don’t get too excited now. No one’s rushing for me to get married.” Childe tells his younger brother kindly, though Teucer only pouts.

Oh, but the plans that Childe began to have in his head after Teucer mentioned marriage. He definitely saw a possibility that he could spend a future with you.

Maybe give him some time, get to know him. You’ll definitely find yourself spoiled rotten in the future by this handsome Snezhnayan bachelor.

✦ I’m not obsessed with him, I’m not obsessed with him, I’m not-

✦ happy birthday to my dearest darling harbinger and husband

[Good lord I just wanna pamper him with kisses in the face]

[filthynympho-slut]

…I’m fishing for daddy’s attention 🤤

[faunandfloraas]

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[communiquesfromm]

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Transformers Trailer Dropped!

[kxsalt]

cw non-consent

Two is company, three is a crowd. The old saying is tossed around as a joke. She sits on the bed in the hotel room while the three men take off their clothes. The girl is almost entirely confident. Her experience having sex with two men at the same time will surely carry her through. A flicker of nervousness is visible on her face as they lead her off the bed and onto her knees.

Sucking cock, she strokes the other two. With only moments to catch her breath, her mouth is passed around the trio. The coordination required to give two handjobs while deepthroating is slightly beyond her ability. The men get more impatient and unsatisfied by her awkward rhythm.

“Come on, you can do better than that. You said you were good at this.” The man lambasts her. She gurgles in response. “One more minute, then we can switch.” Groans another as he facefucks her. “Let’s get into the fun stuff.” Remarks the third, also unsatisfied by her hand. He grabs her hips, lifting her upright and drives his cock into her pussy.

Spitroasted on the men, the girl feels a moment of comfort. Having one man using her cunt while she sucks off the other is a familiar place for her. The third man complicates things. She tries her best to swap between the two regularly, but their impatience grows. One sits on the bed. “Let me fuck her. Come bounce on my dick, slut.”

“I’m trying my best, okay?” Her disrespectful tone slips through her unused mouth. The energy changes. The girl swallows as she reads the frustrated expressions of the three men. “Try harder.” Says the man on the bed as he grabs her hips and pulls her on top of him. She takes him in her pussy while another stands on the matress.

She tastes her pussy on his cock as she rides the other man. Another familiar place. The girl forgets to take care of the third man. A firm grip on her bum reminds her of his presence. Reaching behind, she tries to grab onto his cock. It’s too late.

Pulling her head away from the blowjob, she feels the head of his cock press against her ass. “Hey! I don’t do anal! I told you that before! Stop!” The girl protests. “You do now.” He would barely fit inside her without her pussy stretched by the other man. He groans and thrusts himself inside her third hole.

Her safeword is ignored. It’s nothing but theatre when three men want to take a lone woman. The impotent begging is muffled when a cock is shoved down her throat. Finally, the group is satisfied. Tears pour from her eyes as her arms are held behind her back. Fighting with all her strength wouldn’t be enough to stop even one of them.

Another desparate attempt to escape. The men pin her to the bed and switch between her holes. She begs for them to stop. They don’t. Instead they fuck her harder. The first man to finish unloads his cum all over her sobbing face. The second man finishes in her ass. As he pulls his cock from her, the third man takes his place. Their cum mixes in her used asshole.

The first is ready again. His comrades hold her down so he can properly enjoy her. The girl’s pleading has faded into the occasional mumbled word or outburst of crying. As they fuck her, one or two keeps a firm grip on her to prevent any physical resistance. Sometimes, two regain their stamina at the same time, and they both penetrate her at the same time.

The hours pass. Gone far beyond her limits, the girl lies limp in the middle of the hotel bed. The last man finishes in her ruined body. His cum dribbles from her as he gets dressed. She curls up in a ball and tries to wipe off the stains as the hotel room door closes.

[pansyproud]

remembered free will existed so i got dressed up in the sluttiest outfit i could think of, might cockwarm my biggest dildo and stay full for a few hours. fuck myself every now and then like a ready little fuck toy <3

update:

put on a makeshift leash made from a spiked collar and a thrifted chain and i genuinely started leaking standing there

[flusteredmoonn]

my boy only breaks his favourite toys; sirius black

summary: "but you should have seen him when he first saw me," in which he goes from a renowned player, to realising his feelings for her, yet she doesn't quite believe him.

tags: (SFW), fluff, drabble??, fast paced, angst, player!sirius, implied gryffindor!reader (though the house ins't important to the fic), she/her pronouns, third person y/n. partially proofread @cosmicbolter

words: 1.5k+

ttpd tracklist. request.

chanting filled the stands of the school quidditch pitch, as gryffindor and slytherin faced each other in the final for the house cup. the whizzing of the players seemed almost exaggerated as the opposing chants increased the tension through the atmosphere. the points were near even on the scoreboard, with the snitch being the deciding factor in this tournament. anticipation hung in the air as james potter flew around, regulus black on his tail as both searched for the golden snitch above the battle of bludgers between thrown between the two opposing teams.

sirius black peeled away from his position as beater, using the distraction of the snitch chase to hover in front of the crowd, winking flirtatiously to several of the gryffindor women who batted their eyelashes and awed at his attention. the boy limberly dodged a bludger which flew past his head, his long hair fluttering against the current.

that's when she caught his eye. her focus never moving from her fixation on the game, completely ignoring his antics. he followed her eye line, watching as james had caught the snitch. jumping slightly at the sudden noise, he alongside everyone supporting the scarlet team erupted into deafening cheers. gryffindor had won the game. slowly descending toward the turf, sirius joined the rest of his team, grabbing james and launching him up slongside the other players, who jostled him around and celebrating his efforts in securing the teams victory.

the entirety of gryffindor house were allowed onto the pitch, swarming the team in celebration. the team nearly drowned in the praise that their house had showered them with, even professor mcgonagall had made her way onto the field, standing off to the side as she watched the scene unfold. the team finally put james back down on the turf, clapping his back victoriously. chants filled the air, as sirius looked around at the crowd, searching for the girl who seemed too uninterested in him. coming up short, he along with the rest of the lion's players had weaved their way through the excited crowd, moving toward the changing room.

later, in the great hall, an extravagant feast was served. and as he did every year, professor dumbledore insisted that a celebratory feast be held at the conclusion of the quidditch house cup. golden lions on maroon banners were strung up on against the walls, as high as the floating candles display. goblets of pumpkin juice were tossed against each other as the house continued to celebrate their win. the team of green scowled across the hall at the victorious one, bitter over their loss with sour looks on their faces.

sirius rolled his eyes theatrically whilst james leapt up on the bench and made some dramatic speech, dedicating the win to lily. the long haired boy looked down the table, locking eyes with y/n, who tried to hide her amusement. he smiled at her briefly, before pulling james to sit back down. through the rest of the meal, the boy stood, walking away from his friends and toward a small clique of ravenclaw girls who ogled at his presence. the boy made the girls swoon at his charismatic jokes.

y/n, who was observing the situation, rolled her eyes and scoffed. the boy looked over curiously, before leaning back on his elbows and continuing to smirk at the young women.

late into the night, the dinner was called to a close by the teachers who were reluctantly made to supervise the celebrations. several students had already taken leave, off to their dorms for the night, whilst most of gryffindor tower continued to take advantage of the party atmosphere.

y/n had followed a small group of students out the hall as she heard the chimes of the clock, signalling the late hour. she had caught the eyes of sirirus as she walked past his group, with her head down. surprising his friends, he dismissed himself, claiming that the long day had given him a headache that he though was best to sleep off.

with an unconvincing look her strolled away from his friends, a slight spring in his step, "hey, l/n," he spoke, swinging his arm over her shoulder, only for it to be shrugged off.

"what do you want, black," she was entirely uninterested in his antics, dismissing him with an eye roll.

"i just wanted to see how you enjoyed the game, you seemed awfully interested,"

"you seem awfully interested in my enjoyment of the game rather than the game itself," she sassed back, a slight chuckle passing between them both. "and what if i was?" he didn't hesitate to quip back, smirking ever so slightly.

"then i'd tell you to bugger off to someone who wants to swoon over you," she looked at him plainly before speeding up, leaving him watching her walk away, and back to gryffindor tower. she had caught him off guard, leaving him gobsmacked for a beat, before making his way back to the dorms.

the next morning, the boy had actually awoken with a headache. the yelling between james and remus hadn't helped as the bespectacled had woken up still running off of the high from the prior days victory.

"ugh, just shut up, prongs," he threw a pillow at the boy and swiped the curtain on his four poster shut.

"no, mate, we've gotta go down to breakfast soon, hall's about to close," the boy stood up, throwing the pillow back to his friend, who reluctantly swung his legs over the side of his bed to get dressed with a huff.

upon arriving at the great hall for breakfast, sirius had spotted y/n, engulfed in conversation with her friends. smiling to himself, he sat down with his friends, being sure that he would be able to keep an eye on her as he ate. his three friends had obviously caught on to how preoccupied the boy had seemed.

"you good, pads?" remus questioned, trying to figure out which girl his friend was hung up on this time. "yeah, yeah, yeah... yeah, just trying to make sure i didn't leave my transfig work in the dorm, 's'all," sirius didn't even spare the boy a glance, not even hearing his hum in response.

a piece of toast had flown across the table and hit sirius in the chest. "go on, talk to her, mate," james smiled, fixing his glasses and nodding in y/n's direction.

"i dunno what your talking about," he finally drew his gaze away from the girl and looked at his friend, shrugging nonchalantly.

"this isn't the first time you've done this," he clarified, peter, who was sat next to james, nodded along in agreement, a nervous smile on his face.

"later," was all the boy said as he grabbed his satchel, swinging it over his shoulder and walking out the hall. down the hall, y/n had also stood up, yet not with the same energy. she moved in a much calmer manor through the flagstones before turning down the hall toward her first class of the day.

the pair had found themselves in the same corridor. alone. and walking side by side. sirius, upon sensing someone else, looked around, catching a momentary glimpse of the girl.

"oh hey, y/n," he slumped his shoulder's slightly, an attempt to relax his rigid posture. "hey... sirius," she smiled at him kindly, though the confusion still remained evident on her face.

"funny, it's just the two of us here, yeah?" he hesitantly laughed, nervousness practically spilling from him.

"yeah, i thought we had class in here–"

"it's almost like it was meant to be just the two of us," he attempted to smirk, in the same way he would usually chat up someone. "or no one else has left breakfast yet," she laughed slightly, shutting him down.

"what are you trying to achieve here, sirius," she paused, turning to face him and crossing her arms sternly.

"what– nothing!" his tone immediately became accusatory. she raised her eyebrows knowingly at his response. "fine, i wanted to talk to you, maybe.. hang out sometime,"

"like how you usually hangout with women? not interested– sorry," she turned and resumed her walk to class. "you love to womanise, black, i'm not going to indulge that behaviour," her shoes clacked as she called behind her.

"fine! i like you! like i really like you, a lot," she stopped walking once again, and turned back around to face him, her brow quirked.

"so, you trying to chat up these women is you fancying me? pfft," she laughed at him, though her face dropped as she realised he wasn't continuing on as though what he had said was a joke. "oh, wait no, you're serious?"

"well i'd hope so," he laughed slightly, a lopsided grin across his face, "sorry– yeah, i do," his smile turned nervous as her face blanked.

"oh,"

"yeah," an awkward tension stood between them.

"and if i liked you too?" she nervously confessed, taking a small step toward him. his eyes lit up at her response. "i'll give you one chance, and thats it," her voice stern, all of a sudden, catching him off guard.

"well that works for me," he smirked.

[bluerosefox]

A Little Robin

Has this been thought of before? (If so someone please, please send me it. I wanna read)

Either due to something his parents made to catch ghosts or some kind of new "I'm gonna end Jack but my soon to be step-son needs to be out of the way" plan by Vlad, Danny (as Phantom) gets trapped in a doll, a bird(robin) doll/plushy.

Somehow, someway the doll get sold or sent to Gotham and is picked up by Dick one day while shopping who decides to give the doll to one of his brothers (or Steph cause she was a Robin as well -slides on mutli-shipper shades- I'm not picky) cause it's Dick trying to be funny. (Or he keeps it cause it's a Robin plush)

Danny, whose slowly regaining his powers even in plush form (maybe whatever got him stuck in the plush is wearing off over time, not enough that he can get out though), is trying very hard to get back home (he tired mailing himself once but someone almost caught him moving about, let's go with like Toy Story rules). He doesn't want to get caught in Gotham cause of the bats, when he finds out his 'owner' is part of the batfam he REALLY doesn't want to get caught. Cue many moments of Danny trying to get his way home under the radar.

And... he tries very hard not to crush on his 'owner' too as well...

[communiquesfromm]

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Professor Bumpy Celebrates...That Special Time of Year...

[kxsalt]

“What should I do, sir?” Standing next to the bed, the naked girl serves him his morning coffee. He takes a groggy sip and pulls down the covers. “Start with a blowjob today.” She bends at the waist to give him head. The man relaxes and admires the morning light on her body as she sucks him off.

“Where do you want to cum, sir?” Her master stands and has her kneel in front of him. “Open wide, doll.” He strokes his cock as she holds her tongue out to catch his cum. Thick strands splatter across her nose, her chin, her chest. Dollops of semen land in her throat. The man gasps as he unloads on the girl.

“Cahn I swollo, shir?” A soft chuckle. “Not yet. You enjoy it for a bit.” The girl licks her lips, savouring the taste of her dom. He gets dressed as she kneels on the ground awaiting direction. Satisfied with her obedience, he tussles her hair. “Okay, you can swallow now.” A nod. A gulp. She shifts uncomfortably on the ground.

“May I use the toilet, sir?” The man opens the blinds. “No. I like the light right now. I’m going to take some photos of you, first.” Taking a camera from its case, he poses the girl in front of the window. Spread open, touching her clit. Bent over, ass pulled open. Pinching her cum-covered breasts. She squirms, desperate to relieve herself. “That will do for now, go ahead.”

“Do you want help, sir?” Emerging from the bathroom, the girl finds him preparing breakfast. “Yes, darling. Can you please make some toast?” She smiles. Darling. Please. He’s in a good mood. She cuts the bread. The man strokes her back and gives her a surprise kiss on the head. The naked girl does a little happy dance as the toaster glows.

“Where should I eat, sir?” He puts her plate on the ground. “Next to me - but wait until I’m done.” She sits and watches him enjoy his meal. As he takes away his dishes, he signals for her to start. Taking out his laptop, the man looks through the recent photos while she eats. “Some of these are excellent. You’re so pretty.” The girl blushes as she cleans her plate.

“What should we do with those photos, sir?” He turns the computer to face her. “You can post these ones.” The man moves to the couch to read while she works. As she uploads each photo, the comments and reblogs roll in. “Any interesting notes?” He asks, not looking up from his book. “Mmm… This guy said you should have cum in my pussy.” The dom rolls his eyes. “Send him a video.”

“What should I wear today?” Her task complete, she stands before the reclining man. Putting the book away, he leads her to the wardrobe. “Hmm… I think we’ll go with a slutty schoolgirl outfit today.” He picks out her clothes. Lacy white thong. Thigh highs. Tiny plaid skirt. Tight crop top. She takes the initiative of tying her hair into pigtails. The girl preens and prances around her dom.

“What should I do, sir?” He grabs her hips and pushes her up against the wall. “Bend over, doll.” The girl sticks her ass out, arms braced. His belt cracks against her bum. Minutes after they were pulled up, her thong is dropped to her ankles. The dom works his cock into his sub’s pussy. Gripping her asscheeks, he pulls her onto his dick.

“Is my pussy good for you, sir?” As she pushes into him, his hands work up her soft body. Playing with her clit, groping her tits, wrapping around her neck. His handling makes her wet. He settles on choking her while he rubs her pussy, pounding deep into her cunt. “Always, darling.” The girl’s head spins. Darling. He’s in a good mood.

[grimdarkqueen]

WIP

[stormofdefiance]

I wanted to share some wee thoughts about Ratio’s E6 art & why I believe it is a symbolic parallel to Michelangelo’s David. This speaks to both Ratio’s humanist beliefs and possible future plot points.

Ratio’s E6 is Vincit Omnia Veritas or Truth Conquers All. I’ve heard it claimed (although I have no idea if it’s explicitly stated anywhere?) that the character’s E6 art represents them at their innermost core, an honest and deeply vulnerable shard of themselves. Evoking David here is an interesting choice; the biblical figure who, using nothing but a stone and sling, took down the tyrannical Goliath. The parallel is perhaps as simple as this: Ratio views himself - and by extension the truth - as the underdog, someone never accepted into the Genius society, forever to be kept from Nous and THEIR gaze, but nonetheless will, in the end, prove himself the final victor. Truth will topple the seemingly unconquerable, whatever that might be.

But I also think Michelangelo’s David is a specifically interesting parallel to draw on from a historical perspective. Ratio is pretty much the textbook definition of a renaissance man - he is a philosopher, a scholar, interested in medicine and science and the vast array of human achievement. He speaks in Latin (the language of education during the renaissance in Europe that allowed the transmission of information without having to rely on translation) while heavily styling himself on Ancient Greek symbols and drawing from Greek philosophy (often seen at the time as more ‘sophisticated’ and interested in ‘wisdom’ than the contemporary ‘militaristic’ Romans).

Michelangelo’s David was the first colossal marble statue to be carved since antiquity, and it came to be a symbol of the renaissance itself. This is interesting to me for Ratio and what I believe are his humanist beliefs. Humanism was an ideal that propagated during the renaissance that championed the belief that man had beauty, dignity and worth that deserved as much respect and adoration as any deity. Keep in mind this philosophy was emerging following the Middle Ages and at a time where religious institutions across Europe held exorbitant and sometimes absolute power. David as a statue is an ode to the sublime beauty of the human body, completely unashamed and uninhibited in his gigantic nakedness (Doctor! You’re huge!) retaliating against the idea that prominent idea at the time that man’s body is inherently sinful. The humanists sought to recenter humanity, and David became a symbol of man’s independence against the seemingly unconquerable might of the Church.

Consider how Ratio centres humanity in his Simulated Universe project, how he values every life, how interested he is in constant self-improvement. How this symbol - of not just the renaissance but of the re-centring of humanity itself - becomes an echo of an effigy fixed in the centre of his soul.

Ratio has never - as far as I’m aware? - stated or hinted at any desire to overthrow the Aeons or even disparage or rubbish them, but it is clear to me that he believes in the strength man can draw on despite them, through sheer force of intelligence and clever planning and fiercely independent thought, the weak can ultimately overcome, or at least stand shoulder to shoulder with, the strong. Perhaps this will become a more pertinent plot point in the future - who knows? - but this was fun to chew through nonetheless 🫶

[clouvu]

I love them your honor

[avalon-knightly]

Azul is making a deal with Jack.

No, no, not that Jack.

I meant Jack Skellington.