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hogwartsfirebolt · 10 months ago

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the game’s the game

“What was going through your mind when you spotted the Snitch?”

Two camera shutters go off like lighting, but Draco doesn’t blink. It’s almost the end of the season, and he’s done a press conference every week. He’s used to them.

“Fucking finally,” he answers, and the journalists all laugh. They think he’s joking, and he can already imagine the articles they’ll publish tomorrow pronouncing him cheeky and funny, but he means it wholeheartedly. Six hours in the sky, drenched all the way through his pants in rainwater, and facing the very best player in the league? He had half a mind to jump off his broom if only to have the game end somehow.

“This is the second time you face PU and well, Harry Potter, this season,” says another reporter, a young, pretty woman with her hair pinned up and a reverent tone when she speaks Potter’s name. Like everyone. “Are you expecting to encounter him at this year’s Cup? And if so, how does that make you feel?”

Draco breathes out hard through his nose. Across the room from him, sitting at his own table against the wall opposite, Potter’s doing his own press conference. He’s wearing a hat backwards, the light blue of his team hoodie contrasting with his golden-warm skin tone. He has a hand to his chin, rubbing his short beard in thought at some question he’s being asked. Probably about just how sweet it had been to snatch that Snitch right from under Draco’s nose. He’s earnest and so gorgeous Draco can’t stand the sight of him.

“The game is the game,” Harry’s voice carries, clear and chesty, deeply masculine as he says his favorite little quote that means absolutely nothing and that fans have been yelling and tattooing on their bodies the whole season. “We don’t take any victory for granted. Coach has been running us to the ground, she won’t stop until we have that trophy in Puddlemere, and we’re doing our best to make her proud.”

“Oh, I’m certain we’ll face them at the Cup,” is what Draco answers at last. “Honestly? I think no other team comes even close. We’ll face them, and then we’ll bring the Cup home to Appleby. As Potter himself likes to say, the game is the game.”

All the cameras around him go off, the sound of Quick-Quills scrabbling and the reporters’ scandalized gasps at his use of Potter’s quote. He grins, puts his olive green Arrows cap on and stands to leave. He needs a fucking shower.

Later on, he’s sprawled on his hotel room couch, drying his hair with a towel and watching a replay of the game on the enormous television, making mental notes about his own flying, his mistakes, the times he dove too soon or hovered too low. When the screen follows the blue jersey with POTTER 7 emblazoned across the back, he looks closely, trying to spot mistakes but knowing he won’t find any. Potter’s probably the best flier of the century, and Draco loves Quidditch too much to lie to himself about that.

He’s admiring one of Potter’s physics-defying feints when there’s a knock on his door. Immediately, his heart takes up a gallop, and he has to press a hand to the center of his chest with a frown.

“Calm the fuck down, Malfoy,” he mutters. It’s a disproportionate reaction and he’s irritated with himself for it. It’s not as though it’s the first time. Or the tenth.

He pauses the game with a flick of his wand and makes his way to the door, through the archway that separates the TV room from the kitchenette. A quick look at the archway across the suite to make sure the bedroom is as he left it, and he’s at the door, taking a deep breath.

Potter’s grin is huge when Draco opens. He’s foregone all his team outwear, and is now in a familiar, worn leather jacket and a black sweater. His hair is wet, as though he rushed after his shower so he could get here quicker. Draco opens his mouth to say something, but before he figures out what, Harry pushes inside, turns around and presses him against the door, big hands gentle on Draco’s waist. Draco’s heart hasn’t gotten the “this isn’t the first or tenth time this happens,” memo, and is still running a marathon inside his chest, so he says nothing.

There’s a plastic bag in Potter’s hands. Dinner, probably, he usually brings dinner when they meet after a game. His wide smile reveals white teeth, a crooked canine that Draco knows is a baby tooth that never loosened. Round, stylish glasses cover the most intoxicating green eyes Draco has ever seen, and they’re shining with tonight’s victory. And Draco might be — definitely is — the world’s sorest loser, but he’s also the world’s biggest slut for Quidditch excellence, and he has it right here, holding him against his hotel room door.

“The game is the game?” Harry asks, amused, already leaning in, the hand on Draco’s waist moving to wrap the whole way around him and pull him close.

“Just some stupid phrase I’ve heard from a dickhead,” Draco answers, but the words hold the shape of a smile and are uttered right into a kiss there at the end.

It’s always a race at the start. They're both high from the game, still in that mindset, and it’s a competition to see who can undress quicker, who can make the other harder, who can earn the first moan and coax the first orgasm of the night. But after that first one, after Draco’s jaw aches dully and Potter is softening between his legs, everything slows down a little. Potter helps him up and they share the tacos Potter brought, watching the last minutes of the game they played earlier with Draco’s legs up on Potter’s lap, where he’s massaging his knees, his quads, making sure he’s not achy from kneeling for him.

“I really fucked that one up,” Potter comments. His tiny self on the screen just pulled out of an impossible dive at what looks like a 90 degree angle. He sounds earnest, which is the only reason Draco isn’t kicking him right in his beautiful face.

“I hate you so much. Only you would call that a fuck up.”

Potter hums, his massaging hands moving from Draco’s calf to his heel, his thumb pressing into his sole. On the screen, tiny Draco swerves a Bludger aimed to his head, and his teammate Owen is flying to him to make sure he’s alright.

“That guy is so into you,” Potter points out.

“I know. We fucked all through rookie year.”

Potter turns to look at him so fast it must hurt his neck. Draco raises an eyebrow, confused at the strong reaction.

“What?”

“I — I don’t know,” Potter says, suddenly sheepish. His hands haven’t stopped moving over Draco’s foot. Potter’s skin is dark, but Draco can still make out the blush spreading across his cheekbones. “Isn’t it weird? He’s a teammate.”

There’s something he’s not saying. It’s evident in the way he bites his bottom lip, in the way he obviously wants to look away but is too ridiculously brave to actually do it. Draco’s heart thumps inside his chest, so hard he’s sure it must be audible to Harry too.

They’ve never named this thing between them. The first time they did it, after the quarter finals one year before, with Potter’s ill advised kiss that ended with them fucking in the showers of the stadium after Potter had wiped the damn dust with Draco on the pitch, they agreed to keep it quiet, and that was the last they discussed of it. It’s going on fourteen months since then, and they’ve done it at least once a month, when the league brings them to nearby towns, and sometimes when it doesn’t and they take a quick midnight Portkey to each other to blow off some steam.

Draco had never in his life been as well-fucked as he’s been this past year, and he definitely doesn’t want to lose it. Potter’s always been honest and open with him, vocal in bed about how much he wants him, filthy in his occasional text messages when they’re apart, but he’s never given any indication that he wants anything other than exactly what they have.

“It’s not weird,” Draco says slowly, unsure of what to think of this exchange. “We stopped a while ago. I was clear that I didn’t want — that I’d rather we stayed friends and teammates, without any complications.”

“Right,” Potter says. He sounds relieved, and Draco feels like he’s three steps behind the conversation they’re having. He’s about to ask, but Potter’s fingers on his calf smooth over an old knot and he groans instead, letting his head fall back onto the couch cushion.

“That feels great,” he says, and Potter repeats the motion.

“Yeah. I think you pulled it when you made that X turn.”

The turn he made to try to beat him to the Snitch, he doesn’t say. How he had enough awareness to know Draco attempted it while diving for the Snitch himself is beyond comprehension, but Draco has long accepted that Potter is simply insane about the game. He notices everything, considers everything, takes every risk. If he weren’t a player himself, Draco knows he would be following Puddlemere and Harry wherever they played for the entire season, wearing a pale blue jersey with the number 7 on it.

“Probably,” Draco says, closing his eyes and groaning again when Harry keeps pressing the same point. After a moment, he feels something softer brushing his calf, and opens his eyes to find Harry bent over his leg, kissing a path up towards his knee. He can’t help the embarrassing little sound he makes, and Harry’s laugh is a puff against his skin as he keeps moving up, breath warm on the wet trail of his kisses up Draco’s thigh. In the background, the presenters are going crazy over a feint Harry pulled, the sound of the audience carrying all through the stadium and out of the TV speakers.

Harry has made his way high up and is kissing Draco’s birthmark, a brown, apple-sized beauty mark an inch below his groin when he lifts his head to ask, “Why didn’t you want to?”

Draco can’t believe he’s using his mouth to speak at that moment. He licks his lips, trying to make sense of the question.

“What? What are you even — ?” He tries to sit up a little, but Harry moves over him instead so they’re eye-level without Draco having to move at all.

“With Caddell. Why didn’t you want to keep seeing him?”

“Owen? Why the fuck are we talking about —,” Draco lets his head drop down onto the cushions again, a sigh punched out of him. Harry takes pity and leans forward to kiss him, lips soft over Draco’s, knowing exactly how to coax his kisses out of him the way he likes best.

“I just want to know,” Harry whispers against his lips. He’s breathless just from touching Draco, from rubbing his legs, from kissing him. Fuck, this is insane.

“I like him, but it wasn’t very exciting.” Draco says. He closes his eyes as Harry begins to kiss down his neck, and tries to really think about it, because he’s not even sure himself. “I wasn’t willing to risk our teamwork when what we had wasn’t even that … electric. I don’t know. This sounds insane.”

Harry shakes his head, his beard rubbing against Draco’s collarbone. “It doesn’t. I get it.” He bites on the delicate skin connecting neck and shoulder, licks a path down his chest. “I get electric.”

“Fuck yes you do,” Draco says, nonsensical, but he feels he can’t be blamed when Harry is brushing his lips over his nipples, broad hands moving around Draco’s body to secure a grip over his ass.

“Is this?” Harry asks, mouth nearing the V of Draco’s hips, the edge of the trail of hair leading to his crotch. “Electric?”

Draco swears, fingers running through Harry’s hair and finding a grip, hard. “If you don’t put your mouth on me right now I swear I — yes.”

He spreads his thighs to accommodate Harry between them, one hand gripping Harry’s hair and the other curled around the cushion over his head. It is electric, the way Harry knows exactly which buttons to push, sliding a finger inside him while keeping him on his tongue. He’s a prodigy in this too, the star player who knows every move in the playbook that is Draco’s body.

It feels like no time at all, no effort at all before Harry is pulling back, dragging Draco closer by the waist and working himself inside. The feel of it, the sound of them together, the look into Harry’s open gaze, his sweat dripping onto Draco’s chest and his hands underneath Draco’s back, holding him, pulling him onto him, have Draco nearing release almost too fast for his liking, but the night is young and it’s been so long that he lets himself go, a cord snapping in his core, eyes open as he watches Harry watch him come apart.

“Come on,” he says once he’s come down, lifting his hips, shifting his weight onto his shoulders. “Show me what you got, Potter.”

Harry groans and leans forward, kisses Draco’s jaw and his neck, and drives his hips faster. Draco wraps his arms around Harry’s back, moves with him as much as he can in the tight embrace, and remains close as Harry meets his own peak and tumbles down the edge.

They lie together for a couple minutes afterwards, panting into each other’s skins, basking in the afterglow.

“Some pro-athletes. We have the stamina of two eighteen year old virgins,” Draco mutters into Harry’s hair after a while, and feels Harry’s chest rumble with his laughter. The room is cast in the warm glow of the foot-lamp that stands beside the sofa they just fucked in, exactly like two eighteen year old virgins having the chance to touch for the first time in their lives.

Harry always goes boneless and slow after a good lay, so Draco eases him off his body with tenderness, a gentle hand to Harry’s chest, followed by a kiss.

“Let's go to bed, yeah?” He whispers.

Harry groans. “I don’t want to move.”

“That’s too bad, because I’m exhausted and I’m going to bed. Some idiot drove me to the ground on the pitch today.”

He stands up and shakes out his legs, testing the soreness of his muscles. There’ll be an ache tomorrow, but nothing he can’t handle.

Despite his complaint, Harry is already standing up too, coming up behind Draco, a hand finding its way to the flat of his belly, his forehead on Draco’s shoulder as though he can’t bear not to touch him for even a second.

“Bed it is,” he declares against the skin of Draco’s shoulder, sounding halfway asleep already. Draco huffs a laugh and pulls him towards the bedroom, pausing at the kitchenette to grab two glasses of water that he watches Harry drink in three gulps, a couple drops sliding down the sides of his mouth, into his beard and down his neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“What?” He asks when he catches Draco watching him, and Draco shakes his head and pulls him to bed. He’s so handsome it’s genuinely upsetting sometimes. Draco thinks he’d throw a tantrum about it daily if it weren’t for the fact that he gets to touch him.

They try their best, but they don’t manage a second round before their eyes fall shut, tucked into each other like two hands cupped under a stream of water, tumbling into a satisfied, exhausted sleep.

Harry wakes him with a kiss before daybreak, the last of the night chilling the room and puckering Draco’s skin.

“Do you have to go already?” Draco asks, one eye still closed and a hand curled possessively around Harry’s bicep, not entirely on purpose.

Harry shakes his head, kisses him again with a gentleness that is meant to go nowhere but extend this kiss, warm and sweet.

“I thought we could talk.”

Draco is nodding before fully grasping the meaning, but even once he does he’s not tempted to back away. Must be the night, still cocooning them, must be Harry’s arms around him that are making him brave, but he’s not nervous anymore, not now that he’s remembered what they’re like, together.

“It is electric,” he says, suspecting that’s what Harry wants to talk about. “It’s always electric with you.”

The smile blooms slowly, lighting up Harry’s face from within, his beautiful eyes, unhidden this early in the morning, his glasses still on the bedside table. Harry sits up a little, clears his throat. It seems like he’s been gearing up for this, he’s squaring his shoulders the way he does before trying a dangerous feint, before performing a play that will have Draco biting dust. This insane, wonder of an athlete. Draco forces himself to shake the last of the sleep away, to focus on him, on what he wants to say.

“I know that … so many of us want you,” Harry starts. “On your team, on mine, the whole league, actually. But I —”

He looks like he’s stating an absolute truth, like he has irrefutable proof, and Draco is taken aback. He knows some of the guys find him attractive, but that’s not the same as being wanted. He shakes his head. “What? Where did you get that?”

“I’ve talked about it with the guys, but that’s not the point,” he adds hurriedly when he sees his eyes widen. Draco hasn’t said a word to anyone, not out of shame, but out of sureness that they were sneaking around, that they were making it a point to hide. Apparently, he was wrong. Harry continues, “What I want to say is … I know we’ve not agreed on anything, that you’re free to want others, be with whoever you want to be with. I thought that you knew where I stood, that if you weren’t saying anything it was because you didn’t want the same thing I did, but it’s been brought to my attention that if I’ve not made an honest offer, I can’t assume you’re saying no.”

Draco’s heart is hammering inside his chest, inside his throat. He doesn’t want to jump to conclusions, but if he’s right, it seems Harry is saying …

“I don’t want this to be a once a month thing. I want to bring you home, I want you to meet my family, and I want the guys to know that I’m saying no to all the people they set me up with because I’m taken and completely uninterested in anyone else. Are you … is that something you want, too? I know you might have better offers, but I – ”

The covers crinkle under Draco’s knees as he sits up, throws a leg over Harry’s body so he can fully sit on his lap and brings him forward by the neck.

“You beautiful idiot. What could be a better offer? Why would I care about any other offers when I have the best one right here?”

They’re kissing, and Harry’s gasping, and Draco’s frenzied heart pounds against his sternum. He nods into the kiss, feels dizzy with how much he wants what’s being offered. Fuck. There’s nothing he wants more.

Harry pulls back a little, whispers: “Does this mean we’re — ?”

“Yes, fuck. It’s — The game’s the game.”

“What — That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Shut up. It’s your quote.”

Then they’re laughing into a new kiss, and it’s not the first, or even the tenth time they’re together like this, but Draco’s heart still goes crazy for this man, for his unlimited talent, his openness, his electric company. Quarter finals are coming up, then semis, then they might meet again on the pitch and Draco might lose and throw a strop and want to tear the hair out of his head over the beautiful Quidditch Harry plays, and then they’ll get to go home and celebrate a victory. No matter who takes the trophy. That’ll be the game.

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#quidditch rivals but ohh they’re secret lovers bet NOBODY saw that coming #kinda unsure about the tone shift at the end but ITS LATE I’m sorry ok #I just wanted earnest Harry which is MY FAVORITW THING #drarry #drarry fic #Draco Malfoy #Harry Potter #my writing #mywriting

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adrixivy · 13 days ago

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When Peter’s indecisive, he HAS to ask someone for their opinion. It doesn’t matter who tf it is or what they said, he needs a second opinion

Peter, thinking of a new web shooter design because his current one is a little too bulky on his wrists and he wants to make it inconspicuous yet in doing so, some variations of the webs will be unavailable: Mr Stark. New design or stick with the current web-shooters? Sure there’s many web variations and I won’t lose much if some is lost but what if I really need it and it’s not there?

Tony, silent for a moment before giving a completely different answer from the choices given: I bet you can make one less bulky but still as good as your current one. Honestly, I don’t think you can make it any better than mine cause I made your current ones, young man

Peter immediately sees it as a challenge and his lips pulls up to a grin as he starts his planning. Tony simply smirks as he makes some tweaks into his repulser, knew it would work because Peter is quite competitive in certain areas.

Peter and Wade’s is going on a rather fancy anniversary date, paid by Tony as apology to Peter for shooting his boyfriend multiple times with the drones whenever he’s in the tower(He’ll still do it again. Just not today).

They’re going to a restaurant Tony booked out just for the two and there’s a dress code. The two usually wore hoodies, sweaters or just shirts with sweatpants whenever they went out together without the suits. Tony expected them to at least wear something slightly fancier and fashionable looking. Wade doesn’t like the fact he can’t hide his face but since it’s only staff there, he keeps quiet. Peter panics slightly about the dress code thingy. (Man is stressed and sweating)

Wade’s already dressed up and is waiting on Peter’s bed as he watches the man complicate his life over certain leather jackets he owns two different colors of thanks to Tony and the problem is that both jackets fits his outfit very well so he doesn’t know what the hell he should wear. He frowns at the mirror for the millionth time that day as he pulls the clothing up to his chest. He usually doesn’t care about clothing but it’s a fancy place and he still has his damn Parker Pride.

Peter turns to face Wade and holds out the two leather jackets: Black or Beige

Wade who finds it physically impossible to choose because his baby boy looks good in everything: I don’t know, you look incredible in whatever you decide

Peter sighs and tries again: Thanks but I’m having a hard time choosing so I want you to help me pick

Wade ‘my baby boy is perfect, no flaws’ Wilson: Either way, you’re going to look the best in whatever you wear to everyone, especially to me cause you’re the cutest person alive, I just love you so much baby boy

Peter convinced Wade thinks he’s testing him but he’s genuinely not and repeats himself again: Wade I love you too, I won’t criticize whatever you choose, so please pick one. Which jacket you think fits better with my outfit? Which looks nicer?

Wade, staring at his boyfriend with heart eyes and a dreamy sigh, completely ignoring whatever he asked earlier: You’re just so handsome and so cute and so hot every single moment of a day. You look absolutely amazing in whatever you wear baby boy. Spectacular even

Peter, giving up and about to ask someone else’s opinion when he hears the vent just outside his room creaking: Mr Barton! Beige or Black!? *holds up jackets*

Clint, sticking his head out from the ceiling as he squints to see: Beige. Black makes you look like a punk-ass bitchy brat.

Peter, happy to finally get an opinion and completely not caring about what he said: Thank you for your non-filtered opinion!

Clint, pulling himself back into the vent: No problem!

(Inspired by that one tt skit!)

#Wade is at the corner pouting like an abandoned puppy #he definitely thinks peter doesn’t value his opinion #peter tries explaining what he said wasn’t helpful to him #wade cries and upset bc peter said he wasn’t useful #totally misunderstood peter and the spider facepalms #marvel #marvel universe #marvel headcanons #peter parker #spiderman #wade wilson #deadpool #spiderman x deadpool #spideypool #tony stark #iron man #irondad and spiderson #clint barton

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femmefatalevibe · 1 year ago

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Femme Fatale Guide: My Fall Wardrobe Essentials

Pima cotton long-sleeve tees (I like the Supima ones from Everlane for every day)

Contour body suits (I like the Express Bodycon Compression line and Spanx bodysuits in vegan leather/silk)

Silk button downs

Structured cotton button-down

Cashmere sweaters (crewneck, turtleneck, polo neck, etc. – Everlane, Nadaam, and Cuyana are great affordable options)

Zippered knitwear (I like options from Pixie Market, Naadam, COS, Ganni, Helmut Lang, Nanushka, and more)

Black high-waisted tailored trousers (bootcut, flared, and straight leg)

Black high-waisted jeans (straight and bootcut for me!)

Elevated stretch pants (I like the Norma Kamali Boot Pant and Spanx Perfect Pant for this)

Cashmere trouser

Cashmere hoodie

Thick, well-structured black sweatshirt

High-waisted straight-leg leather pants

Long-sleeve black sweater dress

Maxi-length black satin slip dress

Leather/quilted/tweed mini skirt

Long knit skirt (love a co-ord top for this, too)

Perfectly-tailored longline, single-breasted black blazer

Tailored hourglass blazer

Leather blazer

Classic leather moto jacket

Cropped patent leather jacket

Lightweight wool/satin duster coat

Black cotton trench/leather trench coat

Black tweed jacket with elevated hardware

Structured black wool coat

Leather puff jacket

Minimalist white sneakers

Black block-heeled, sleek square-toed/pointy-toe boots

Modern black loafers

Croc-embossed black boot

Black moto/lace-up boot or minimalist platform boot

Stiletto heel, pointy toe black boot (one short and one knee high length to dress up any outfit)

Western-inspired boot

Sleek and sexy black pumps

Structured black tote/shoulder bag

Structured crossbody bag

Small shoulder bag

Novelty/fun top handle bag (beaded, croc-embossed, crystal-embellishments, etc.)

Seamless bras/underwear

Control-top black tights (sheer and opaque)

Comfortable white and black ankle/crew socks

A cashmere, silk, or faux fur everyday scarf

Fingerless gloves

Chunky chain necklaces/bracelets

Delicate gold and silver chains (necklaces and bracelets)

Mixed-metal rings

Diamond-encrusted & cocktail rings

Ear cuffs and threader earrings

High-waisted shapewear shorts

Cashmere or silk loungewear/pajamas

A lace teddy

Cozy slippers

#wardrobe staples #capsule wardrobe #fall wardrobe #fall outfits #personal branding #style tips #style inspiration #black outfit #outfit inspiration #wardrobe design #style inspo #fashion advice #dark femininity #dark feminine energy #femme fatale #brand personality #fashion blog #femmefatalevibe

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chez-cinnamon · 1 month ago

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Regarding the clothes ask what style of clothes would you think everyone would naturally lean towards?

I’ll probably get to sketching them at some point but:

- Pomni leans towards a mix of casual and elegant, depending on what the event of the day calls for; if it’s a more casual day like hanging out in the bedrooms or going out to the carnival or lake, she opts for vivid primary colours (with purple accents to represent Kinger lol), shirts/sweaters with big puffy sleeves, comfy pants and butterfly shaped ribbons. She also sometimes just wears her jester hat as if it were hair bc she thinks it’s funny sometimes. When the day calls for something more elegant and regal, she likes to wear smoking suits, lots of dark purple fabric to accent red, blue and white accessories or pants, hair often styled into braids or buns. She gravitates more to feminine suits than dresses. She also has a liking towards leotards due to how freeing movements are.

- Kinger and Queenie are more traditional with regal aesthetics. Kinger’s wardrobe is more samey with frilly boleros, elegant corsets and waistcoats, fancy tight pants that are still good enough to run around in, even some knight armour thrown in sometimes, all in different shades of purple. Queenie’s wardrobe is full of various elegant dresses and smoking suits, more modern and complementary to her figure, a lot of florals, tight around the legs, as well as leotards to match Pomni, all in red. They both share lots of golden accents and accessories, and they both have some more casual clothes and gardening attire.

- Caine’s wardrobe is always growing, as he’s starting to learn a more casual style. He loves his basic red and yellow ringmaster look and the variations he has, but he enjoys cozier clothes on slower days. He likes sweaters, sweater vests, dress shirts, cardigans and slippers, he loves feeling cozy!! But he shares similar tastes to Kinger as well.

- I HC Ragatha as being a farm girl before she got sucked into TADC, so a lot of her outfits are very inspired by cottagecore and farmer’s girl outfits: flowy dresses, summer hats, floral shirt tied up into a crop top, the whole nine yards. She likes a lot of her outfits in pastel blues, covered in patchwork of all sorts.

- Jax likes 2000s casual fashion and streetwear. Think the skater boy next door: dirty sneakers, graphic tee over a long sleeve white shirt, baggy pants with chains on, beanies and necklaces. He also likes a lot of hoodies and sweatpants, all in purples, pinks and yellows.

- Gangle gives off big ballet girl vibes with a mix of Japanese subcultures. Oversized shirts to wear as dresses, jackets that look way too big on her, outfits akin to ballet attire, lots of ribbons and pastels mixed with neon colours. I also HC Gangle as genderfluid, bc I love how masc she looked in the Japanese TADC cafe advert, so I can see her in blockier clothes like her attire from that ad but still retaining that ballet/kawaii vibe. Also a fun fact about GM!Gangle’s outfits is that a lot of them are long pieces of ribbon that can attach to the back of her mask and wrap around her to form a more solid body and outfits, but she still wears regular clothing bc it’s not really warm only wearing ribbons.

- Zooble is a HUGE fan of scenecore aesthetics, as well as emo culture and maximalist fashion. Like with their Zooble parts, anything can go; they like to layer clothes, clash patterns, customise their parts with mementos from adventures, create hair-like extensions to wear on their head. They don’t have any colour preferences, they accept anything lol

#gamemaster kinger au #I love fashion so much aughhhhh💕#Pomni #Kinger #Caine #Queenie #Jax #Ragatha #Zooble #Gangle

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velocesainz · 3 months ago

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Corset: Oh you don't think it'll fit? Nice try but i will make it fit

Denim jeans: Your ass looks extra nice today

Flowy skirt: I wonder how your father would feel if he knew what was going on between us.

Graphic tee: Will you marry me?

Halter top: I will love you till the day I die

Hoodie: I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't tell you

Jacket: You're the best thing that has ever happened to me

Jumpsuit: Swallow it. I should not see even a drop and that pretty tongue of yours

Maxi skirt: I'm drunk ok, so what?

Mesh top: Why do you care so much

Midi skirt: How can you show off so much of your body like that? Your body is mine and only I get the see it and touch it

Leggings: How did I get so lucky

Off-shoulder top: Wait till we get home

Overalls: If you were a good little whore for me you wouldn't have to face this

Pencil skirt: You're so fucking stupid

Polo: I frankly don't give a fuck

Puff sleeve: That's sucka good fucking girl

Romper: You are going to regret what you just did

Shirt: Your moans are my favourite sound

Shorts: I'm not responsible for anything that happens after this

Sweater: It's time to put that mouth to good use

Sweatpants: You make my head spin

Tank top: I can't get enough of you

Trench coat: You really think you can escape from me

Tube top: You squeeze me so well

Tunic: Jealous? So what if I am jealous

Turtleneck: I'm going to mark you up so everyone knows you're mine

V-neck sweater: You are so hot it makes me hard just looking at you

Custom-wear: Any particular prompt phrase

𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉: ༘ 𝜗𝜚⋆｡˚.ᐟ

Bracelet: Forbidden love

Earring: Soulmates

Necklace: Fake dating

Barrette: Bet

Scarf: Friends to lovers

Sunglasses: Arranged marriage

Watch: Strangers to lovers

Sun hat: Enemies to lovers

Baseball cap: Love triangle

Scrunchie: Unrequited

Headband: Secret relationship

Beret: Friends with benefits

Gloves: Rough sex

Cufflinks: Jealousy

Brooch: Soft sex

Bandana: Breeding

Belt: Spanking

Tie: Choking

Ear cuffs: Possessive/ obsessive

Clutch: Punishment

Shawl: Filming

Leg warmer: Degradation

Sashes: Drunk sex

Fedora: High sex

Beanie: Public sex/ semi-public

Face mask: insecure reader

Bucket hat: Mirror sex

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doctorsiren · 1 year ago

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Day 7 of Sirentober / Doctober

Fading / Noir

Okay I know the first image isn’t fitting the prompts but I have more versions (and an art explanation) under the cut that actually fit them :))

Okay I wanna talk about this piece bc I’m really happy with it. It’s not at all the original concept I had for today’s prompts, but I really like how it turned out.

Notable things in no particular order:

The dahlia is blue (a reference to a noir film titled “The Blue Dahlia)

Both “Fall of the Cards” and “Sevens Rule” are poker terms. I chose the first term because it sounded like a noir film title, and I added the second title because of how significant the number 7 is to Ace Attorney 4. Also!! It was coincidentally for day 7!!

The shape of the tie knot lining up with Beanix and Feenie’s respective necklaces 💥

The 4 versions share colour palettes. The blue from Beanix’s beanie is the blue of the glass bottle, the dahlia, and DDnix’s vest. The two attorney Phoenixes share the same colour suit jacket, which is also the colour of their eyes, and same colour tie (which is the colour of Edgeworth’s suit). Phoenix’s hair is the same colour as Beanix’s hoodie and the center of the sunflower. The gold of the attorney’s badge, the hat pin, the sunflower, the glass necklace, and both locket chains are the same. The pink of Feenie’s sweater is the same colour as the “papa” on Beanix’s hat. Finally, the red of Feenie’s scarf and the heart on his sweater matches the red of the background.

The lighting on the left side is blue, corresponding with it being the past (OG Trilogy Phoenix + Feenie) and also the blue dahlia on that side. The lighting on the right side is orange, corresponding with it being the present (Beanix + DDnix) and also the golden sunflower on that side. These both correspond with the MASON system from AA4, with the past being blue and being to the left, and the present being orange and being to the right.

If you couldn’t tell I absolutely LOVE symbolism and stuff like that in art. I have an upcoming prompt drawing that is SUPER symbol heavy and has symbols in common with this one!

Here are the other versions of the piece (added are B/W and vintage effects to get it to actually fit the prompt lmao)

#doctorsiren #ace attorney #phoenix wright #beanix #feenie #ace attorney fanart #art #digital art #my art #fanart #procreate #sirentober #sirentober 2023 #doctober #doctober 2023 #it’s giving indie novel cover HAHA #I’m very normal I swear!!! 🤭🤭🤭🤭

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ultra-raging-ghost · 11 months ago

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All my egg designs!!

Click for better quality!!!

Design gushing under the cut vv

SO my height hc's for the eggs may be a lil controversial but i have several reasons lol

-Dapper, tallest, obviously in cannon bbh is a tall mf and dapper's the oldest demon it would make sense to me for her to be the tallest. A lot of ppl draw them in full suit but i prefer the sweater + button up look? I still gave him the bow that i enjoy drawing him with - sometimes i put it on his hat sometimes i put it on his neck lol also!!! i gave him blue accents and freckles for skeppy!!!

-Tallulah, second tallest, have you fucking seen wilbur soot?? wilbur soot is possibly the second tallest man ive seen in my entire life only preceeded by a 7 ft tall blonde man i met at the hospital, his daughter's gonna be tall. If dapper wasnt there she would be the tallest egg nobody can convince me otherwise. Obviously i gave her the classic wilbur sweater and beanie but i wanted her clothes to be pretty intentional - in my heart the death family all wear the cancer bows, so her and chayanne both have one and for Tallulah it's the only cool color in her palate aside from her matching shawl. Also it pained me to give her short hair but unfortunately its cannon :') oh also!! her hearing aid :D I also gave her little underdeveloped wings - theyre still growing in!! Alongside that theyre very downy, still got a bunch of pinfeathers and fluff <3

-Ramon, third tallest, in my mind ramon in a fucking unit. I gave him thick clothing and leather accents, good materials for hands on work and such, itll last a long time it makes sense Fit MC of 2b2t would dress ramon for function rather than fashion (although he still looks adorable). I normally see people drawing him with this wind breaker hat and goggles i dont really understand, ive always envisioned him with a welding mask (is that what theyre called??)!! I gave him pac's big doe eyes and a pair of soundproof pacman over-the-head headphones!!

-Chayanne, i dont know a ton about him but i do know hes a protector and i have seen what people draw of him!! Obviously i gave him the cancer pinned to his jacket, and as for his jacket its just a simple hoodie with a duck print on the front pocket. I wanted his palate to be yellow and purple - yellow for phil, purple for missa, wow revolutionary/s. His pants are tore up a lil and have stitching and patches in them (see the anarchy patch). His wings are more developed than his sister's and are pretty full with a dark, organized feathers. I gave him a shield, it has two wings on it (one light for missa, one dark for phil) i just feel like he'd carry one.

-Leo, i may have projected on her a lil <3 She's a softball girl in my heart!! Shes average height and kind of stocky cause in my mind shes very athletic. She mostly resembles Foolish, appearing mostly as a Totem, but she has purple accents such as in her clothing and eyes that are reminiscent of Vegeeta!

-Empanada, very short but still the tallest of the newest batch of eggs. She's the string bean of the bunch but i imagine under all the fluffy clothing shes a little muscular, gets it from her mamae bagi!!! I dressed her in mostly neutral and pink tones to match her sign and hat color - and as for her hat i imagine it as a VERY stylized beret, similar to pommes but it designed to look like a stack of pancakes with syrup pooling beneath them and the button on top is supposed to appear like a little square of butter!! Her horns, wings, and tail are white like mouse and tina's and she wears them proudly, even if she only has one horn <3 Her hair's split in two, black and pink.

-Pomme is very short, and she's dressed very fancily!! I like to imagine theres a stark contrast between the lolita/semiformal fashion of pomme and dapper to the informal wear of the rest of their siblings. The pattern on her dress is big apples trailing along the bottom of her skirt, and she's got star pattern tights to represent Etoiles <3 She's kind of a lil cryptid child, with a mouth at the back of her head just above her neck grinning away and two twin braids that float alongside her head.

-Richas!!! The shortest of the older eggs, his designs very simple mostly because he already wears a shirt which is the main focal point of his design for me. He's always been a cargo shorts egg to me, i dont know why!! But he lives in cargo shorts!! Richas chooses to be barefoot, its how he came into this world its how he'll leave. I actually looked up a prosthetic leg for reference for him and the top portion of prosthetic legs are usually patterned for the person wearing them, and i cant help but imagine that richas would choose for his leg to be the most atrocious yellow to ever exist and have all his family sign it. This is unseen, but under his hair he's wearing a bandanna with the brazilian flag on it! When viewed from behind you can see the knot tied around the back of his head, and when his hair's out of his eyes you could see it plastered to his forehead. I gave him lil horns because in my heart of hearts he's a demon, that lil egg is bad's egg too in my heart nobody can tell me otherwise.

-Sunny, one of the first eggs i designed - shes dressed just as i was as a child and by that i mean shes 100% a trailer park princess. They sport a "2 COOL 4 SCHOOL" shirt, with a plastic silver crown with jewels in it, and a pair of light up sketchers!! She has bear ears and paws and a bear-like nose and tail, they view Fred as their step-pa and he was the second parent they ever knew, it makes sense she'd wanna look like him!!

-Codeflippa looks almost identical to Juanaflippa, except she floats and is slightly greener... and is glitching..... and the shirt heart's on the other side than charlie remembers, but who's counting aye?? after your third death and revival maybe things get messy - hes not judging!!! I have this HC that the fed's aren't the only ones who can revive the eggs - theyre just the ones who've perfected it. I like to imagine codeflippa is the code/the rebellion's attempt at egg revival.

-Pepito, the smallest egg alive!! smallest ever so itty bitty so tiny!! only two months old!! Pepitos the smallest egg obviously, Pepito's wearing a cute little jumper with matching socks that dont really fit properly but are still just the cutest little thing to me <3 Pepito has devil horns and a tail because bad was the only person to really care for pepito properly before Q came along. Pepito mostly looks like a mix of roier and quackity, sporting a matching yellow pair of duck wings <3 I was tempted to put pepito in pepito's xmas bows because they were just the CUTEST but i restrained myself

-The dead eggs, the smallest.... Most of these babies were less than a month old when they passed for one reason or another so theyre all very tiny :') Flippa mostly looks like charlie, but she's got layered shirt and layered her skirt on top of her pants because he nor marianna know how to dress a baby </3 Tilin is a carbon copy of Q, she's a very shy young lad, shoeless and wearing one of Q's jackets which are absolutely huge on her. Not seen is his yellow pair of duck wings - theyre still baby wings so theyre very small and hidden behind him, full of downy feathers <3 Trumpet we didnt know for very long, but they were very fun to design!! Maxo definitely loved him, so i modeled his clothing after him mostly. I was trying to go for something like Blacklight aesthetic?? black paired with bright, contrasting patterns that would look good under a blacklight. Bobby is dressed the most ummm domestically id say. Very simply, like he was living on a farm and spent his days in the soft grass. I imagine he was shoeless by choice, because it was fun!! It was very obvious jaiden and roier loved him, so i tried to give him a kind expression and well taken care of wings. His feathers are still kind of downy and muted, but theyre more developed than Tilin's and are very well taken care of! I wanted his bandana and overalls to be the centerpiece of his design so aside from those he's got a plain white baggy shirt. I imagine its made of linen or something, bobby would smell like fresh laundry all the time..

-Gegg.

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stararch4ngelqueen · 1 year ago

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Leather Weather

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Time written-4:10 p.m

Jason Todd/fem!reader fluff (featuring off brand Starbucks, something stupid inspired from my lack of caffeine)

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The rain was nice, not enough to weigh down clothes, scarcely enough to wreak havoc on your hair.

A solemn, constant drizzle emitted from dark, pillowy clouds, growing darker throughout the day.

It was cold, though. A solid 61 degrees.

You weren’t too sure if it was rain or tiny shards of ice that pommeled your cheeks, the chill leaving you too concerned about it to care.

Can we go get coffee? You texted Jason from your couch slouch, a blanket comfortably shielding your toes from the chill.

A solid six seconds pass before an echo of a yell erupts from your bedroom.

“You could’ve walked about twenty steps to come ask me!”

You stifle a giggle before opening your phone again, typing your response on screen before hitting send.

Too lazy. Can we take Batmobile?

Pure silence invades the space of your home before you finally get a response. Patience, as it’s known, brings great rewards.

Ok.

Some amusing demon on your shoulder insisted Jason would be incredibly casual about bringing a limousine to take you to get coffee. Or worse.

Only someone like Dick would be crazy to bring a party bus with stripper poles. No one would be silly enough to deny it much.

“Here.” A heavy, thick weight plasters over both your shoulders. A fairly strong scent of cologne you had bought for his birthday wafted through your nose, making your heart flutter.

His leather jacket protects your body from a majority of the rain, whilst the grey cotton hoodie shields your hair. The cherry to this was the pleasantly long sleeves hanging past your fingertips.

You would think you’d have to beg to borrow his jacket, but it would be on your body before the thought even comes to mind. He enjoys seeing you in his clothes, especially one of his old leather jackets, with sweater lining inside to make it just the right amount of cozy.

“Bruce still makes you work in this weather?” You question the vigilante as he runs his hand through his damp hair, tilting his head back on the headrest with a sigh.

“Yep.”

He peers out the window, watching the rain ripple down along the surface. “Don’t get me started on how it all works. I know it’s cold, but the suit helps me deal with it.”

Gotham weather such as this, paired with the early afternoon before the work rush buzz kicks in lead to semi empty streets, making it quite a smooth ride towards the favorable coffee shop.

“I know what you’re gonna say,” Jason chides shortly before you could sit up in your set and breeze the drive thru menu,

“Got it memorized up in here,” he taps along his temple. “But don’t kill me if they misplace one sprinkle, alright?”

“We’ll see,” you dramatically tease, slouching back in your seat once more. After a three car wait, Jason comes to order your drink first, leaving you focus on various raindrops grouping together before rippling down along the windshield.

“That’s it?” You chime after hearing Jason confirm the order the attendee repeated back to him.

“What?” Jason glances over whilst pulling out his wallet.

“A chai tea?” You say with furrowed brows. “That’s it?”

Jason blinks, slowly pulling out some cash.

“Yeah?” He nearly hesitates, responding with utter confusion. “Technically babe, it’s just chai. That means tea.”

“Yeah, I know, but that’s all you’re gonna get??”

He keeps quiet, unsure how else to respond.

“Yeah. It tastes good.” He shrugged, keeping his attention focused on the car in front him.

He extends his hand to grasp two paper cups with beige sleeves and signature, rich green logo. You sip your drink nearly on the spot, humming in delight.

“Perfect.”

“Dessert in a cup, more like.” Jason mutters under his breath as he pulls back onto the road.

“It’s delicious,” you insist as you take your cup, seeing him roll his eyes. “Don’t judge me cause you order boring drinks.”

“Chai is good, okay? It’s not complicated, an’ I like it.”

You stare ahead, biting the inner corner of your cheek in thought before taking another sip of your hot drink.

“You raise your pinkie sometimes,” you broadly state, your gaze just as fixated on the road as his.

“You slurp obnoxiously loud for your no reason.” Jason chides in retaliation to your statement.

“Says the guy who drinks solid black coffee seven times a week.”

“You order vanilla bean frappes thinking they have coffee in it, an’ they don’t!”

“So??”

“You’re literally drinking blended milk, babe!”

“Sometimes that’s all I need!” An involuntary giggle at such an ear sore of an amusing conversation takes place. “Come on, Jay. The stigma of guys ordering something other than coffee—“

“It’s not that,” He quickly insists, huffing a little. “Believe me, it ain’t. It just looks like an overcomplicated menu, hurts my eyes tryin’ to understand it all.”

“When Christmas comes around, you’re gonna try the Christmas Cookie. Or the candycane. It’s delicious, you’ll love it—“

“You namin’ desserts, or..?”

“Drinks. C’mon, you like peppermint.”

Jason dramatically exhales at a stoplight, bringing his drink to his lips. “I do like peppermint.”

He glanced at you, a short smile brushing along his lip as you sip your drink with scrunched leather sleeves pushed up to your wrists. “Is it good?”

“Perfectly,” you smile at him. A picture of beauty.

“Thank you, Jason.”

“I gotcha sweetheart,” Jason smiles, watching your content expression unfold as the warmth of your overtly sweetened drink fills you with such joy.

His hand settles along your thigh on the drive home.

A warm drink, a warm seat and the warm coat of a loving man. A car ride home couldn’t get better than this.

“You wanna check out Barnes and Noble?” Jason proposes.

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x fem!reader #dc jason todd #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x #jason todd dc #Jason Todd likes peppermint mochas #and caramel stuff

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existslikepristin · 1 year ago

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Well, it's a bit later still than I had hoped, but you know what? I'm not unhappy with the result. Enjoy

Tags: NSFW, TheLounge, Sounds, a late Kinktober fic, Dreamcatcher, Twice, Gahyeon, Jihyo, Mina, Jeongyeon, Momo, Sana, Nayeon, Tzuyu, Dahyun, Chaeyoung, yes all of them dammit, that's a tensome right there, not simultaneously per se but close enough whatever, okay there are a lot of kinks in here ranging from tame role play all the way up to things getting shoved inside a futa dick, I won't list them all right here because part of the fun is going to be figuring out who wants what but just be wary of the plethora of kinks there be in these waters matey

(My Masterlist)

Technically Too Late to be Kinktober 2023

The door only opened a crack at first. Gahyeon didn’t say anything. She just looked over at the eye peeking out at her. That was enough, apparently. Sana flung the door wide open with a smile to match. She was wearing nothing but a set of cherry red lingerie.

“Hey! Come on in!” she said in a loud sort of whisper, “Glad you could make it!”

Gahyeon smiled back and stepped inside, kicking off her shoes. “Of course.”

The entryway led to a short hallway with a corner into the living room. Gahyeon could see Momo, dressed casually, but everyone else was blocked from view. There were quite a few people speaking at once, too many simultaneous conversations to pick out any one in particular. Turning around, Gahyeon caught Sana staring at her butt, but she chose to ignore it. “So, where’s Tzuyu?”

Gahyeon was dressed in black business-like attire, though the tank top she was wearing under the suit jacket likely wouldn’t get her any points in a truly professional interview. Not that she planned on any of what she was wearing remaining on her body for very much longer.

Sana’s smile grew even larger, and she practically shouted, “Right over here, hot stuff! In the living room!”

The conversation further inside suddenly died down except for one meek, anxious voice. “Wh-what?! Guys, I… Don’t let anyone in!”

Gahyeon smirked and raised an eyebrow. That would be Tzuyu.

Walking around the corner, Gahyeon was greeted with the full gamut of Twice. Momo in sweats, Jihyo in tight jeans and a t-shirt, Dahyun in a blouse with a lacy cardigan, Chaeyoung in an immensely baggy sweater, Jeongyeon in a hoodie and shorts, Nayeon in a beige bathrobe, Mina in cotton pajamas, and Tzuyu. She was on the floor in front of one of the room’s couches, entirely naked for all intents and purposes, with a blindfold over her eyes and her arms cuffed behind her back. Her ankles were being held by Nayeon and Jihyo, keeping her legs wide open despite her squirming. Her long, partially wet, skinny cock stuck straight out.

Jihyo beamed a grin at Gahyeon. “Welcome to our humble abode!” she sang over the sound of Tzuyu nervously squealing, “Sana was just getting her ready for you.”

“G-g-guys, n-no pranks!” Tzuyu squeaked, “It’s just M-Momo! Right?”

Nayeon giggled, “Yeah, sure… Hey Momo,” she dragged the name out sarcastically, “come bounce that juicy ass on Tzuyu’s dick?”

Gahyeon rolled her eyes and dropped her pants. She didn’t have time for too much teasing, considering the gauntlet she was about to put herself through. The discovery that Twice then made about Gahyeon’s decision to arrive without underwear earned her a variety of appreciative reactions and one quiet and confused “It’s not that w-weird, guys!” from Tzuyu. Thanks to Gahyeon’s last appointment (technically, her last appointment was the ride from her dorm to Twice’s, during which she sat on Hyejeong’s face in the back of a car), she didn’t need any prep time either.

Stepping over Tzuyu’s legs and dropping down, Gahyeon sank all the way down with no warning onto the poor, suspecting, and anxious girl.

Tzuyu didn’t exactly complain. She whined out her pleasure and followed it up with a sharp breath and a tiny smile. The room was full of hums, giggles, and even a quiet cheer.

Gahyeon pressed herself against Tzuyu, watching her relieved smile suddenly shift into a horrified expression.

“Mom-mo? Er, a-ah… Jihyo?”

Gahyeon smirked up at Jihyo, then leaned in, gave Tzuyu a few seconds worth of a steaming kiss, and whispered, “Guess again.”

The color entirely drained from Tzuyu’s otherwise slightly tanned face, and she clamped her mouth shut. Her dick stayed fully hard though, so Gahyeon ground up and down. She kissed Tzuyu more, favoring her tightened jawline and shoulders. Tzuyu’s moans strained through her tense throat.

“Can’t figure it out?” Gahyeon asked, getting nothing but a terrified squeal as a response. The rest of the Twice members laughed. Gahyeon chuckled with them. “Don’t worry. Just enjoy the ride.”

It took some time, but Tzuyu slowly loosened up. Whether that was because she was into it or because her muscles were giving out from the constant tension, Gahyeon couldn’t tell. A bit more obvious was the impending orgasm. Tzuyu’s cock throbbed inside Gahyeon. Finally, her mouth opened, but her voice was only a tiny whisper, “I’m sorry. I’m cumming.”

Gahyeon slammed down one last time, and a moment later Tzuyu tensed up again. Gahyeon planted a final kiss on Tzuyu’s lips as pump after pump of cum was let loose inside her.

When Gahyeon felt her going soft, she stood up, letting a fair bit of cum drip back down onto Tzuyu, slowly streaming down between her tits. With no time to lose, though, Gahyeon turned to face her next target.

Jeongyeon looked a little surprised, pointing at herself. “Oh, me?”

Gahyeon nodded. “If you’re ready for it.”

“Wh-who?” Tzuyu stammered.

Nobody answered, and Sana was on top of Tzuyu almost immediately, licking up the trails of cum.

Gahyeon shrugged and stepped over, sitting next to Jeongyeon on a loveseat, not too concerned about staining it with Tzuyu jizz. “If you need a minute to prep, I can take care of someone else next.”

This being the first time Gahyeon had the chance to be so close to Jeongyeon, it amazed her how small she felt. She almost wished that Jeongyeon had requested some sort of size kink play, and resolved to ask her about it some other time.

“Well, it might take a minute to get going,” Jeongyeon said with an adorable, mild blush, “but I’m ready.”

“May I help you with this top of yours then?” Gahyeon asked, running a finger along the sleeve of Jeongyeon’s hoodie.

“I would like that.”

“No r-really! Who is that?” Tzuyu continued to nervously ask, squirming under Sana’s tongue.

Finally, Nayeon responded, “Calm down, girl. It’s just Sana.”

“Oh! Oh… oh, okay,” Tzuyu sighed with relief, “W-wow, Sana, that really didn’t sound like you for a bit there.”

“Huh?” Chaeyoung chimed in, “No, Sana’s cleaning you up. The one that fucked you was Gahyeon.”

“WHO?!” Tzuyu screamed.

Gahyeon sighed, but smiled up at Jeongyeon and gently lifted the hem of her hoodie. Beneath, she found a white shirt with blue sleeves and large black lettering forming the words “MEGA MILK.” If she’d been drinking any sort of beverage, she’d have spit it out to laugh.

“How appropriate,” she chuckled, “I love it.”

Jeongyeon grinned back. “I’m glad… I don’t exactly do this kind of thing normally.”

“How do you mean?” Gahyeon asked, ignoring the sounds of Tzuyu struggling to get free behind her and everyone else laughing.

“You know.” Jeongyeon shrugged. “Make weird requests of people I don’t know very well.”

Gahyeon wrapped her arms around Jeongyeon’s waist and leaned into a light hug, “Nothing weird about it. In fact, I’m pumped.”

It was Jeongyeon’s turn to laugh. Gahyeon couldn’t help but glance down at the jiggling MEGA MILK and lick her lips, but looked back up into Jeongyeon’s eyes and continued, “If you want to get to know each other a little better though, I’ll be free next Friday.”

Jeongyeon blushed again, smirked out of the side of her mouth, and returned the hug. “I would like that… but I don’t want to, uh… get left out tonight.”

Gahyeon took the obvious hint, and reached up to give Jeongyeon a kiss on the cheek. At the same time, her hands made some less wholesome moves, eagerly but carefully sliding Jeongyeon’s shirt up. She could barely contain her excitement when she felt the skin of Jeongyeon’s boobs, braless.

Nuzzling and groping, kneading and caressing, Gahyeon loved every second she got under Jeongyeon’s shirt. “I can only imagine how tired you must be of the compliments on these, hm?”

Jeongyeon stroked Gahyeon’s back. “It’s not uncommon, but… I am in a group with Momo and Jihyo.”

Gahyeon shook her head. “Uncultured swine, then. Those two are fine, but it’s your boobs that will be stuck in my mind after tonight, I’m sure.”

Hand still on Gahyeon’s back to pull her along, Jeongyeon leaned back against the arm of the loveseat. The pivot point was perfect for putting Gahyeon’s face directly up against her chest. “I think…” Jeongyeon whispered, “I’d like to encourage that, actually.”

Gahyeon finished lifting Jeongyeon’s shirt and immediately attached her lips to a dark, luscious nipple and watched as Jeongyeon sighed quietly, throwing her head back and brushing her hair off her forehead.

Just as promised, it took a little while for anything to happen (excluding Gahyeon’s intense enjoyment of the act). Eventually though, a fine, mildly sweet liquid coated Gahyeon’s tongue. It wasn’t enough for a mouthful, but it was unmistakable. Jeongyeon’s milk.

Gahyeon took a moment to savor it, pressing her whole face into Jeongyeon’s boob, and finally pulled back enough to say in a tone just as sweet as the milk, "Delicious."

Quite unexpectedly then, Gahyeon was yanked away from Jeongyeon’s body and she fell back against the opposite arm of the loveseat. Sana jumped on top of her, smiling and giggling incessantly, notably without opening her mouth.

Sana held Gahyeon’s face in both hands, diving a bit too eagerly into a kiss. Gahyeon relented, upset about not continuing with Jeongyeon, but she figured Jeongyeon had already agreed to a future date, so there would be time.

The kiss was basically just a smash of lips on lips. Sana roughly jerked and yanked on Gahyeon’s suit jacket.

Jeongyeon groaned. “You couldn’t have waited just a few more minutes, Sana?”

Predictably, Sana had no response. She simply opened her mouth.

Gahyeon knew exactly what to expect when Sana parted her lips, so she did the same. The stream of Tzuyu cum was a bit of a flavor profile disappointment when compared to Jeongyeon’s milk, but it was by no means bad.

Once all of the jizz had been dropped into Gahyeon’s mouth, Sana backed off and removed her lacey bra, replacing it with her own squeezing fingers. She still had nothing to say, and just stared at Gahyeon expectantly, wide, excited eyes. Gahyeon had some things to say, mostly rude, as she didn't particularly appreciate having been interrupted, but with a mouth full of milk and cum and a goal that involved not spitting or swallowing, she couldn’t verbalize her annoyance.

With a powerful shove, Gahyeon sent Sana to the floor. She didn't seem to mind, scrambling onto her knees and lolling her tongue out of her open mouth, ready. Gahyeon didn’t make her wait long.

The slurry of mixed liquids spilled from Gahyeon’s lips to Sana’s tongue. A couple of drops missed, instead rolling down Sana’s chin and neck, but she scooped those up for further trade and consumption. For good measure, Gahyeon built up a bit of saliva and drooled that out as well. Sana giggled, accepting the additional ingredient to her drink, and groped Gahyeon’s thighs insistently.

"O-OH MY GOD!" Tzuyu screamed as someone removed her blindfold.

"Calm down! That's Gahyeon," said Jihyo, "You know? Dreamcatcher?"

Instantly, Tzuyu gasped deeply. "Oooh… Oh, that's the group Handong is in!"

Gahyeon chuckled, but otherwise stayed focused. She got down on her knees, wrapped her arms around Sana’s back, and created a mostly airtight seal between their lips. Sana certainly knew what was up, and got straight (or not-so-straight) into the action, swirling her tongue over Gahyeon’s, blending the objectively gross mixture into a much more consistent consistency.

"Wait, so that's my cum?!"

"Sure is," Nayeon confirmed.

Satisfied with the end result, Gahyeon tilted Sana’s head up and broke the kiss. "Good girl," she muttered.

Sana swallowed heavily, giggled some more, and opened her mouth wide to show Gahyeon it was empty.

"Does that mean it's my turn?!" Jihyo asked loudly, looming over Gahyeon from behind.

Gahyeon stood and turned around, finding herself immediately tit-to-tit with Jihyo. "I guess it does. Get naked."

Jihyo blushed, but followed the order right away. "So, what do you have planned for me?" she asked as she removed her shirt.

"It's a surprise."

"Jeongie!" Sana peeped, "I think I tasted your milk!"

"Oh…" Jeongyeon sighed, "sorry about—"

"It was so tasty! Can I have some more?!"

Jihyo dropped her bra to the floor and got started on the arduous task of wriggling out of her skin tight jeans. "You gonna whip some rope out of your jacket pocket? Seems a bit small for that. Twine? Floss?"

Gahyeon picked Jihyo’s shirt and bra up off the floor. "Something like that. Hey, this shirt's nice and stretchy. Any chance I can borrow it sometime?"

"Oh, you can have it," Jihyo said with a grunt as she finally got her pants past her ass, "It came in a pack of three!"

Gahyeon lightly slapped Jihyo’s fully revealed, commando-gone butt. "Thanks. Now come over here."

All of Jihyo’s clothes in hand, Gahyeon led her across the room to a dining chair and directed her to sit and close her eyes.

"Oh, I'm so excited!" Jihyo smiled. "Like I said, we never do quite this much at home. What's that?"

"You are, in fact, in your home. That was the first tie," Gahyeon said, "Keep your eyes closed."

Jihyo continued to follow instructions, even as her old shirt was stretched around her and tied together, holding her to the chair just under her bust and trapping one arm. "Hey, nice! I guess you had some kind of rope after all. Is that spandex? It's soft."

"Honestly, I'm not sure. I didn't check the blend."

Gahyeon pulled Jihyo’s free arm back and secured it to the back of the chair by wrapping her bra around it a couple of times and clasping it.

"That feels like a different material…" Jihyo toned, "Can I look yet?"

Gahyeon sighed, shrugged, grabbed Jihyo’s leg, lifted it over Jihyo’s head, and began tying it to her most recently restrained arm, using the legs of Jihyo’s jeans. "Yeah sure. Why not?"

Jihyo laughed as soon as her eyes were open. "Oooh! Ha! Duh. I should have guessed. Hey, that's pretty clever, but I think I might be able to escape a little easily."

"Can you?" Gahyeon asked as she finished tying a knot in the pants.

The bondage wasn't pretty, but it was effective enough. As Jihyo tried to loosen it up, Gahyeon smirked and paid more attention to her huge, jiggling tits than the integrity of the knots. She was stuck in quite the vulnerable position, arms jutting out behind her, one leg free and the other bent at the knee up near her head.

"Ah, yeah, I think if I just twist this waAAAY!"

Gahyeon lunged forward to catch the chair as it perilously tipped to the side. "Nope. Maybe you shouldn't be trying so hard."

"But if this was a real situation where I was being held hostage—"

"Then I would probably not be doing this." Gahyeon finished Jihyo’s sentence for her, pulling a bullet vibrator and a butt plug from her jacket pocket.

Jihyo gulped. "I mean, if you wanted to have your way with me—"

"That is what I'm doing, yes."

"Ha, okay, but if—"

Gahyeon put the butt plug in Jihyo’s mouth. "Hang on, please, and get that wet for me."

Subsequently, Jihyo’s moans in response to Gahyeon attaching the bullet to her clit and harshly fingering her were awkwardly muffled. They were allowed to continue, unmuffled, once Gahyeon spread Jihyo’s wetness down to her asshole, took the butt plug from her mouth, and put it where it was a bit more appropriate.

"Now, do me a favor and don't try to get out," Gahyeon said, "You'll only hurt yourself from the fall."

"Okay, sure, but… hey, where, uuungh… are you going?!"

"It's Dahyun's turn."

"But the vibrator, oh fuck… is still on!"

Gahyeon ignored Jihyo’s plea and walked back to the center of the room, tossing off her jacket on the way. She made note that Sana was sucking on Jeongyeon’s boob, and Tzuyu was shyly masturbating to the sight of it, but her next target was waiting.

Dahyun blinked, nervously looking away from where Jihyo was trapped and groaning and to Gahyeon. "So, um, my turn, huh?"

"If you still want it to be, yes." Gahyeon stood with a hand on her hip, dressed only in her tank top at this point.

The way Dahyun fidgeted with her cardigan, Gahyeon wasn't so sure the answer would be yes, so she added to her response, "It doesn't have to be though. You can wait for someone else to go first if you'd like."

"Gahyeooon!" Jihyo shouted across the room.

"Your turn's done, babe," Momo answered before going back to watching the upcoming action.

Gahyeon sat next to Dahyun, putting a hand softly on her arm. "Everything okay?"

Dahyun leaned in close and spoke quietly enough for only Gahyeon to hear over the moan-filled living room. "I don't know if I can do this. I just looked up a list of kinks and said I wanted dacryphilia but I was too afraid to look up what it meant.”

“It’s a crying kink.”

“Oh…” Dahyun recoiled back. “Yeah, I don’t think I like that.”

“That’s fine. Do you have any other kinks you would like to explore, or did everyone else force you into this?”

Dahyun sank into her seat a bit. “Yeah, it was kinda just to be included. I thought about spanking for a while and my butt started hurting out of nowhere.”

“Don’t worry about it then. Being vanilla isn’t a problem. If you still want to be included, you can… I don’t know, bring us some drinks?”

“Oh, I could do that. I can put on a maid outfit and bring it out on a platter and everything.”

Gahyeon raised an eyebrow. “You have a maid outfit?”

“Totally,” Dahyun bobbed her head, “It’s super sexy.”

“Like in a kinky way? Because that’s a kink. Very common one, actually.”

“Wait, sexy maids, kinky?” Dahyun paused and put her hand over her eyes. “Oh my god, of course it’s a kink.”

Gahyeon chuckled. “If you don’t want it to be a kink…”

“No, no.” Dahyun got off the couch. “Nope, that actually explains a lot. I’m going to go change. Anything you want? Beer, water, soju, normal milk, oat milk, grape juice?”

“I’ll just take a beer. Whatever kind you happen to have.”

Dahyun gave Gahyeon an “OK” sign and exited the room.

Looking to the side, the longest couch is where Momo, Mina, and Chaeyoung all sat. Gahyeon approached them, picking up her suit’s pants along the way, and gesturing to an excited-looking Momo who she was coming to see. Momo stood up graciously, and Gahyeon sat down in her place, right next to Chaeyoung.

“Hello, Chaeyoung,” Gahyeon said simply.

“Sup?” Chaeyoung responded quietly.

“Still want what you asked for?”

“Fuck yeah.”

Gahyeon reached into the pocket of her pants and pulled out a very small bottle of lube and a thin, steel rod, just a few inches long. She discarded the pants once again.

Chaeyoung leaned back against Mina, and lifted her legs, hugging them to her chest. She spread them just enough for her dick to fall down between them, then closed them again to trap it. As it turned out, she was wearing literally nothing but the large sweater.

“Nice cock,” Gahyeon said, entirely seriously. Chaeyoung’s dick was exceptionally large, at least in comparison to the rest of her small frame. It wasn’t fully hard, but Gahyeon estimated it would be about as long as her hand, wrist to fingertips. And besides its size, it just had a certain je ne sais quoi to it. “Have you done this before?”

“Technically, yes.”

Unsure of how to pose any further questions to that, Gahyeon shrugged and leaned down to lick Chaeyoung’s tip. A few more of those and she was rock hard. It seemed Gahyeon had overestimated the size a bit, but wasn’t too far off.

Gahyeon popped the lube bottle open and dipped the steel rod inside of it, swirling it around. It was a new formula from the Second Ring company, designed for extra slip, the ability to maintain external body temperature at all times, and barely had any viscosity to it. Despite this, it stuck to the rod just fine.

Chaeyoung only winced the slightest bit when Gahyeon touched the rod to the tip of her penis. Gahyeon wondered if she should wait and comfort her before going any further, but Mina casually reached over Chaeyoung’s shoulder and held her hand. Though Gahyeon hadn’t noticed any tension before, Chaeyoung seemed to release some at that moment.

The rod went inside easily, barely spreading Chaeyoung’s dick slit around it. Chaeyoung closed her eyes and took deep breaths, apparently meditating, entirely at peace with an object being pushed into her cock.

With the inside being stuffed, Gahyeon gently stroked the outside of Chaeyoung’s dick too. “Everything alright so far?” she asked.

Chaeyoung nodded serenely. "I think I could take bigger."

"Longer or wider?"

"Bit of both."

Gahyeon smirked. "Another time then?"

"Mhm."

"But right now…" Gahyeon held the rod by its end, a small ball meant to prevent the rod from disappearing completely. She wiggled it back and forth, twisted it, and pumped it in and out of Chaeyoung's cock, all very softly.

Through it all, Chaeyoung barely reacted, only taking somewhat sharper breaths any time Gahyeon pressed in on the outside of her cock.

"Would it be alright with you if I left this in you for a while?" Gahyeon asked.

"I'd love that…" Chaeyoung whispered, dropping her head back onto Mina's arm.

"Very good. I'll be sure to take care of it when I'm done here, then."

"H-hey! Me first thou—oooh shit!" Jihyo screamed the last part as a gush of liquid from her pussy soaked the chair she was tied to. The orgasm's aftershocks kept her quiet.

Gahyeon shook her head. Little did Jihyo know, she'd be spending quite a bit longer tied up that night, and would likely cum several more times, according to Gahyeon’s plans.

But of course, Gahyeon's plans for the other members were not yet finished.

"Mina?"

Mina sighed, "Present."

Gahyeon smirked. "I can tell. I'm looking right at you."

"Yup. Let's get this over with," Mina grumbled as she carefully moved out from beneath Chaeyoung.

Nayeon scolded Mina, "Hey! Don't be rude!"

"Not trying to be. I'm very excited," Mina said, contradicting herself with her bored tone. She pulled off her pajamas, dropped them on the floor, and turned around, getting onto her knees on the couch, resting her elbows on the back. Her ass jutted out, round, beautiful, inviting. Even so, Gahyeon didn’t go straight for it.

"You sure?" Gahyeon asked, "I mean, same thing I told Dahyun: You don't have to participate if you don't want to."

"Ah. Cool." Mina shrugged and sat back down. "Who's next then? Momo? Nayeon?"

Momo groaned loudly, "Fun suckerrr."

Gahyeon took Mina's hand and pulled her up, back into the entryway of the apartment. Somehow it was only then when she noticed the dick hanging between Mina's legs.

"Wait, don't leave! Aaah, fucking god! I'm getting really sensitive here!" Jihyo screamed as she saw the two going toward the door.

"Okay, we don't have to get into the whole story here, but why are they so insistent that you join in?" Gahyeon asked Mina in a hushed tone.

Mina rolled her eyes. "I don't want to be a part of this stuff pretty much ever. We had a single orgy one fucking time and now they want to see me getting my ass eaten or my thighs fucked all the time. I just want to go back to my room and chill with Chaeyoung."

"Does Chaeyoung want to leave too? I can go take the stuff out of her cock."

"No. She's been talking about this for weeks. It's been cute and scary."

"Scary?"

"Yeah, because she wanted shit shoved inside her dick."

"Valid. Well, what do you want to do about it? If you'd rather not do anything kinky or have sex with me, I definitely don't want to push you into it."

Mina crossed her arms and leaned back against the wall. "It's not like that. You're cute. I'm just sick of… all this, you know? I don't know. I'm cool with sticking to the plan and having you eat my ass… I might just fake an early orgasm or something."

"Well, if we're going to do anything, is there at least anything else you'd rather do? Something that might make you cum for real, or just something you'd enjoy that you've never tried? That's the whole reason I'm here."

Mina just shrugged.

Gahyeon gave it a moment of thought. "You ever thigh fucked someone else? Or have you always been on the receiving end?"

"People really like fucking my thighs."

"Do you want to fuck mine? Or maybe try hotdogging?"

"What's that?"

"Same idea as thigh fucking, but between my ass cheeks."

Mina's eyes traveled down slowly, so Gahyeon turned around, rubbing her hands down her back and over her butt. "Totally up to you. Or we can just say we did it and move on."

"Uh… we can… yeah, try that."

Gahyeon looked over her shoulder. Mina's cock had sprung fully to life. With a smirk, she backed up, just until the tip was nestled in the cleft of her ass. Mina took a sharp breath.

"In here with the shoes?" Gahyeon asked, "Or in the living room so Chaeyoung can see what you'd like to try with her later?"

That was the right nerve to hit. Mina snatched Gahyeon’s hand and dragged her back to the living room and practically threw her onto the couch where Chaeyoung had settled back against the corner.

Gahyeon flipped onto her stomach and swayed her ass from side to side, successfully enticing Mina to jump between her legs and quickly find a position that let her rest her entire cock between her ass cheeks. Gahyeon grabbed the lube bottle from in front of Chaeyoung and held it back for Mina to take. "Go wild, Mina."

As her butt was coated in lube, Gahyeon looked around the room. Sana was still working desperately to get more milk out of Jeongyeon, who was cooing and encouraging her without looking particularly encouraged herself. Tzuyu seemed to have had enough of masturbating and was enjoying a blowjob from Nayeon. Momo was kneeling in front of Jihyo, teasing her for her inability to escape from what seemed to be another impending orgasm. Chaeyoung was stroking her steel-stuffed cock extremely slowly. And finally, Dahyun walked back in from the hallway, dressed in a frilly and extremely skimpy French maid outfit, complete with black heels and a silver tray, on which she carried several drinks.

Mina gripped both of Gahyeon’s butt cheeks, squeezing them together against her cock. The grinding began a moment later.

Dahyun sauntered up to Gahyeon, clearly using her idol trained skills to swish her mini skirt around herself as she did. "Your beer, Mistress," she said, already fully in character. Gahyeon only cringed a little at the title.

"Thank you, Dahyun. I'll be a minute here, but would you be so kind as to help me prepare for an upcoming activity?" The proper tone Gahyeon struck was quite out of place with her physical positioning, as Mina was desperately grinding up and down her ass crack. "I'd like a strap on."

Dahyun bit her lip and blushed. "For me, Mistress?"

Gahyeon smiled. "Perhaps afterward, dear, but for the time being, it's meant for someone else. I'll be needing the largest dildo available."

Dahyun briefly looked disappointed, but then clearly got to thinking. "Ah, I think I know which that would be. I'll get that for you right away, Mistress!" And with that, she set down the platter of drinks on a coffee table in the center of the room, placed Gahyeon’s beer on the floor where she could reach it, and walked back down the hallway. Gahyeon recovered from her cringe in time to watch Dahyun's bare ass bounce under the skirt as she left.

But on the note of asses, Gahyeon turned over her shoulder a bit, and found Mina staring at Chaeyoung.

Rather than question it, Gahyeon saw an opportunity. She tapped Chaeyoung’s knee and motioned for her to come close, where they could whisper into each other's ears.

"Want to swap?"

Chaeyoung blinked. "Yes."

And, to Mina's brief dismay, Gahyeon slipped out from underneath Mina. Chaeyoung maneuvered into her place however, and Mina pushed her cock between Chaeyoung's butt cheeks.

As Gahyeon stood, admiring the scene with a smile, a fist connected with her face, knocking her to the floor.

Everyone still in the room stared in shock as Momo stood over Gahyeon, fists clenched and a devious smile on her face. "Looks like it's my turn!"

Gahyeon scowled, rubbing at her cheek, wondering if the punch was going to result in a black eye. "Fuck… Well I guess I misunderstood your request. I thought you were just looking for some hate sex role play."

Momo's expression softened. "Oh! Oh shit, no, I'm sorry, I meant I literally wanted to figh—"

She didn't have the opportunity to finish her sentence, as she found herself falling backwards, shoulder impacting with the floor as Gahyeon swept her legs out from under her.

"Yeah,” Gahyeon said with a smirk before jumping back up to her feet, “I caught on pretty quick when you punched me in the face,"

Momo smiled back, climbed back up, and clenched her fists again. "Cool."

Directing Momo to the emptiest part of the room wasn’t easy, but Gahyeon lured her roughly in the direction of the hallway after slapping a punch away and jumping away from a kick. There, she slipped forward, taking a glancing blow to her shoulder, but slamming her fist into Momo’s stomach for the trouble. It was a straight shot to the diaphragm, but it seemed Momo had enough adrenaline pumping through her to ignore a missed breath or two. She lunged with a knee out, smashing into Gahyeon’s hip.

“What the fuck?!” Dahyun screamed as she came out of the hall and quickly ducked back in.

Gahyeon mistakenly turned around to tell her, “Momo’s request,” and paid for her distraction by taking a punch to the boob. “Ow! Dammit! The lack of chill in here!”

Momo almost escaped from Gahyeon’s kick, but still got caught in the thigh, partially tripping her as she slid backward. She grinned wildly. “Better not take your eyes off me!” she shouted as she charged.

Gahyeon dodged the bum rush and shoved in the same direction as Momo’s momentum, sending her tumbling into Jihyo. As one might expect she would, Jihyo screamed in a panic as the chair she was tied to tilted to the side and ultimately fell on top of Momo's back.

"Dahyun?" Gahyeon asked, holding her hand out.

"Oh, yeah, here." Dahyun flopped a massive, shockingly heavy, black dildo into Gahyeon’s hand, already attached to a set of straps.

Gahyeon was skeptical about whether or not the fabric and buckles would be strong enough to withstand the dildo's weight. "Where the hell did you get this?"

"It's Jihyo's. The one she used to fuck Eunha a while back. I dunno where she got it, but it's definitely the biggest one we've got around here."

"That's perfect. Thank you, dear… Wait, the dildo she fucked Eunha with? With the movie script from dubu's_gap?"

"The very same, Mistress, yes. It's been in a trophy case with the script… pretty much ever since it came out of Eunha’s ass. Slight exaggeration. It got washed."

Gahyeon blinked at the sacred relic she now held, then looked back over at Momo. "That will definitely work."

Dropping to her knees, Gahyeon yanked Momo's sweatpants and panties off. Momo groaned and struggled to push Jihyo off of her back, but was interrupted by the enormous slab of black silicone whacking her arm away.

"Fuckin OUCH!" Momo yelled.

"FuGgIn oUcHiE," Gahyeon mocked back and she shoved one of Momo’s legs high up and to the side, pretzeling her around Jihyo, and touching the tip of the dildo (if something so large could even be classified as a "tip") to Momo's asshole and pushed.

"W-woah, hey! There's no way!" Momo shouted, "I haven't trained for that!"

Gahyeon sighed. The dildo was so big—and Momo's ass so tight—that it was like trying to penetrate a brick wall with a butter knife. While she would normally be inclined to train anybody's ass until they could take whatever she threw at it, the process would be longer than what Gahyeon was planning on.

Instead, she decided to fuck Momo's pussy.

The grunt and breath that exited Momo's lungs sounded so forced, it was as if the giant dildo had slammed into the bottom of her lungs. A burst of liquid shot out from where the dildo stretched her lips around it, as if there just wasn't enough room for it.

"I've trained…"

Gahyeon looked over her shoulder to find Nayeon standing behind her, bathrobe wide open.

"What?" Gahyeon squinted.

"You know," Nayeon said, turning around and swishing her robe to the side to fully expose her ass, "My butt."

Gahyeon crawled around Jihyo, leaned down, and whispered into Momo’s ear, "Make Jihyo eat you out until you can’t feel those bruises anymore. I win." She not-so-playfully punched Momo in the arm one last time.

Momo groaned but smiled briefly. "Thanks, bitch."

"So…" Gahyeon said as she stood up, "Nayeon. You're last for the night. Where do you want to do this? Bathroom?"

As she spoke, Gahyeon pulled off her tank top, finally freeing her breasts. She wondered if she should have done so a little sooner. The fight made her a bit sweaty. But considering Nayeon requested watersports, she figured she would be showering in a few minutes.

"Actually, I had a new idea," Nayeon said, stepping around Momo and Jihyo to lightly caress Gahyeon’s chest, "Not to ruin your plans like a couple of my members here… I would definitely still love to play with your piss sometime, but a rare opportunity has presented itself."

"And that is?"

"I want you to fuck my ass with that." Nayeon pointed down at the dildo, still as deep as it could be (therefore about half way) in Momo's pussy.

Gahyeon shrugged. She leaned over and grabbed one of the straps connected to it and pulled, just as forcefully as she'd pushed it in. Momo grunted again as her cunt was violently emptied and left gaping.

"I'll take that as a yes?" Nayeon bit the tip of her finger.

"You will take it, yes. Naked, please."

Nayeon didn't hesitate to drop her robe. She looked like she was getting giddy. "On the couch?" Without waiting for an answer, she ran to the couch where Mina was still working her dick between Chaeyoung's ass cheeks and jumped onto all fours, holding herself aloft over Chaeyoung.

Gahyeon followed, buckling the straps around herself with one hand, trying not to let the dildo's full weight drop and break anything. She got on her knees behind Nayeon, noting the glisten of lube already present where it was sorely needed. She laid the dildo down on Nayeon's butt, giving herself a rough idea of just how far inside she was about to reach.

"Look, Mina," Nayeon giggled, "She's hotdogging me like you're—HURK!"

"Don't annoy them, Nayeon," Gahyeon said as she rammed the head of the dildo into Nayeon's ass. Its size made the head act like an oversized butt plug, Nayeon's hole trying desperately to close around it. "I need you to focus, after all, on keeping your cute little ass spread open."

Whimpering pathetically, Nayeon propped herself against the back of the couch with one arm, and reached back with the other to palm her butt cheek. Spreading her ass did nothing, frankly, but Gahyeon liked to watch her partners being complicit in their own destruction.

Gahyeon pushed ahead, admiring how smoothly the dildo slid in. Nayeon certainly hadn't lied about training. She could teach a thing or two to the rest of her members for the next time Gahyeon showed up. Even so, the silicone monster reached a point where it could go no further. A good ninety percent of its length was lodged in Nayeon's asshole. Another couple of harsh shoves resulted only in pitiful cries of pleasured pain from Nayeon, but no more distance.

"I'd heard that Jihyo was able to get this entire beast inside Eunha," Gahyeon put on her most disappointed tone, "Weird, since you're a little taller."

"It's not… all the way in?" Nayeon asked, confused and perhaps slightly delirious.

"Definitely not, but it's close enough to fuck you."

As stated, Gahyeon fucked Nayeon. The pull practically dragged Nayeon's hole back with it, and the pushes brutally shoved Nayeon against the couch. She held on to the cushions for dear life as Gahyeon threatened to ragdoll her around with an instrument of impalement.

"And just checking," Gahyeon asked even as she continued crushing Nayeon upward into the wall, "This is what you were hoping for?"

By this point, Nayeon was blubbering incoherently, slapping and rubbing her clit, so Gahyeon didn’t expect more of a response than she got, which was a half-whined, half-shouted, "YYUuuuhhh."

It was close enough, as Nayeon added to her enthusiasm with an orgasm matching the size of the dildo up her ass.

Looking around the room, Gahyeon was rather satisfied with the outcome.

Mina's cum was all over Chaeyoung’s back, and she was still going between her ass cheeks. Chaeyoung was enjoying the very specific massage, and was carefully sliding her hand up and down her steel-stuffed shaft.

Momo had a few bruises beginning to show, and had turned Jihyo right side up (which was to say, roughly on her back) and was grinding her pussy against her face. Jihyo was of course still stuck with her limbs pointing in odd directions, and the now-sideways seat of the chair was dripping with a ridiculous amount of her juices.

Dahyun was sitting behind Jeongyeon, and the two of them were the only ones still wearing any amount of clothing. Dahyun in her maid getup and Jeongyeon still wearing her shorts. The two of them were gently kissing each other anywhere they could reach, and Dahyun was caressing Jeongyeon’s tits, from which a small amount of milk continued to leak.

Sana was sitting half on top of Tzuyu, pounding Tzuyu’s dick raw with her hand, and licking Tzuyu’s face. She was both begging and commanding Tzuyu to cum again, but it looked like that likely wasn't going to be a possibility. Tzuyu was barely retaining consciousness. A white liquid drooled from the corner of her mouth, presumably because Sana sucked out her cum and deposited it between her lips.

It was all a bit late for Kinktober, but an early November kink party was about as good as Gahyeon could get between world tours.

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