#micro's kinktober

[uselessmicrowave]

kinktober day sixteen

tfp bumblebee x reader

tws/content- petplay, cybertronian reader, brat taming, pre ejaculation, implied overstimulation, implied multiple orgasms, bottom reader, dom reader, edging (?), animalistic behaviors (?), breeding (?)

"Ah- bad boy." Bumblebee whines, grinding his hips into you. He hesitantly slows to a twitchy back and fourth motion. You tug on his leash, pulling his chassis against your back strut. "Quit." He whines again, hugging onto your waist and pulling your aft flush against his hips. He stills entirely, giving up to you and nuzzling his faceplates into your neck cables. "Good boy."

He huffs, beginning to lick at your collar guard. The yellow bot lets out a needy and drawn out buzz, pawing at your thigh plating.

"Slow." you command, pitying your pet. He immedietaly perking up and humming, thrusting into you at a shakily contained pace. You praise him quietly, testing his self control. "Good boy, Bee."

He licks your audial in a "thank you" gesture, shaking and pulling your thighs against his. He whimpers, grinding into you with barely contained enthusiasm. Bumblebee tries to keep going, whining in an exasperated tone and grabbing your thighs, holding onto you desperately. He gasps into your audial, choking on a moan as he spills his transfluid deep into your valve. You can feel a flash of arousal run through your body, you bite your derma and grind onto his still weeping spike. He huffs, putting his faceplates into your neck cables and letting out a defeated sounding buzz.

You smile, amused at his dissatisfaction of his own stamina. You're going to push him as far as he can go tonight, even if it means that you have to top.

[frenchfrywrites]

Kinktober Day Eight

Macro/Micro

MINORS DNI

Warnings: gn genitals ambiguous top reader, bottom micro trans man Lilia, micro/macro, unprepped penetration, tummy bulge

Terms used for Lilia: tdick, cock, cunt

Lilia is smaller than you.

Well, that's always true, but right now you find that the size difference between the two of you has grown extraordinarily.

"What happened to you?" You ask, staring bewilderingly at the— well you'd guess he's nearly 6 inches tall now?— Lilia standing on your desk.

"A failed spell," is all the explanation he gives. "Aren't I so cute?" he asks, placing his hands under his chin to frame his face. You laugh, reaching down to poke his nose gently,

"Yeah you are." Lilia smiles, taking your finger into his hands, and holding it in his as if it's at all similar to holding hands like you normally do.

"I feel so cute," he continues with a very specific and familiar lilt to his voice. "So small and cute," he kisses your finger, then nuzzles it. "I like being tiny, I am so delicate and weak, you have to take care of me," and that's a damn lie because you know he could reverse this spell in a second, or at the very least he could most certainly protect himself against any threat. "Don't you think?" he looks up at you with wide eyes, fluttering his lashes.

"Oh, I see," you hum, moving your finger lower touching his chest gently. "you like being tiny," And Lilia, the shameless little thing he is, grins at you devilishly, one of his little fangs biting his lip, as he nods his head.

"You-" you start, but you don't even know what to say about this revelation. You suppose you've got nothing against messing around with him at his new size, so you let your finger wander down his body.

Lilia wraps his little hands around your finger once you reach his groin, keeping you there. Though it's faint, you can feel that he's hot and damp through his clothes. Lilia rocks his hips against your finger, and gasps at the sensation.

He rubs himself against you like that for a moment, staring up at you with wild, bright red eyes. Maybe it's the layers of clothes separating his skin from yours, or that the friction toes the line between being able to get him off and only teasing him; whatever the reason, Lilia steps back to strip himself of his pants and then lays back, legs spread so you can get a good look at him.

"Touch me?" he begs, spreading his cunt with his fingers, "please?" You exhale slowly at the sight of him.

Ever so gently, you rub his tdick with your finger. Lilia gasps, knocking his head back, and grabbing your finger with both hands,

"Fuck," he cries, rutting his hips against you.

"You look cute," you hum, feeling sort of dazed as you watch him get off just by using your finger. Lilia's breath catches at your praise.

"Do you think— ahh yes, there— could you put your finger in, do you think?" he gasps, gushing against your skin as you tease his cock.

"My pinky maybe? You think you could take it?" you ask. Lilia nods, tightening his hold on your finger.

"Please?" at his begging, you move your index finger away from his cunt, and replace it with your pinky, nudging the tip against his entrance. "Oh," Lilia gasps as you push into him. "Big," he breathes, and you laugh at how amazed he sounds. Taking it nice and slow, because it's not like you lubed or prepped him, you ease your finger into his tight, wet hole.

"Okay?" you ask when you've pressed your finger midway inside of him. It bulges his stomach, and Lilia's eyes have rolled back into his head, his mouth dropped open, breathing heavily and drooling.

"Guh-" he huffs, twitching around you, blinking away tears, "mmngh, s'good," he moans.

Hearing that he's good, you slowly begin to thrust your finger in and out of him. Lilia writhes under you, gurgling your name between hiccups and keens of pleasure.

"Cum— hah, nghh— going to cum," he eventually cries, his hands shooting out to hold onto your finger as his climax approaches. To bring him over the edge, you rub his tdick with your thumb. Lilia shrieks, cumming on your finger, his body convulsing. He curls in on himself, gripping your finger with such a force that it hurts, his hole spasming around you.

You slowly fuck him through it, being oh so gentle with his currently pocket-sized body.

"Oh fuck," he breathes as he comes down going limp on the desk, "good lord."

"All good down there?" you ask, smiling at how blissed out he looks right now.

"Darling, I feel wonderful, though," he pats the bulge on his stomach where your finger is still deeply inserted inside of him, "I would love if you would pull out, so to speak."

Gently, you pull your finger out of his stretched hole, bringing it to your lips so you can lick his juices off. Lilia watches you with a dazed smile,

"Come now, I just finished," he whines, "and then you go and do that. You'll get me riled up again in no time," you laugh.

"Settle down grandpa," you take his body into your hand gently, lifting him so you can place a kiss on the top of his head. "How long do you plan on staying like this?" you ask.

"Kehehe who knows!" he giggles mischievously. You roll your eyes, hoping that he'll be back to his regular size soon, so you can hold him and kiss him properly.

[porkcracker]

KINKTOBER DAY 1 - MICRO/MACRO

Pairing: Jazz/Prowl Continuity: G1

After Jazz gets accidentally shrunken to the size of Prowls servo, the two have some fun with the new size difference between them.

It had been an accident. One visit to the labs to check on the progress of a prototype weapon later and Jazz found himself in a bit of an odd situation. Sure, the gun was shooting, but it hadn’t been supposed to do what it had done. Nevertheless, intended or not, as it was, Jazz found himself a lot smaller than he had been before. To be more precise, Prowl’s servo small. And as it so happened that was exactly where he found himself after being checked over thoroughly by Ratchet to make sure that he was fine beyond suddenly being servo sized. Luckily he was, there had been a note of odd resistance to what would usually inflict injury, but with nothing else needed from the medbay, Jazz had been picked up by his partner and carried away. 

At first, he had thought that Prowl was carrying him to his own office, then to Prowl’s office and when that had not been the case it had become clear where this was going. As such, the Polyhexian was not surprised, when they entered their shared quarters and Prowl seated himself on their berth. Sitting upright, door wings to the berth top and legs stretched straight ahead, Jazz was placed on his lover's lap rather gently, his small frame covering the plates of Prowl’s interfacing array just so, the position of it all not lost to the servo sized mech. Even more so, the idea of interfacing with his lover like this was rather arousing.

It was a shared secret between the two lovers that even their rather small size difference was arousing to both of them, so really with the sudden drastic increase of size difference between the two of them it was not surprising at all that they ended up in the berth. Perhaps Jazz would have expected a bit more hesitation from Prowl, but it seemed that the reserved mech had discarded any hesitation for the cycle. Something, most likely leading back to the medbay trip just behind them that had assured him that he would not be injuring his much smaller lover, if they got intimate in this state. Still, beyond placing Jazz quite tellingly, Prowl did not do anything further, motivating Jazz to tease his lover.

“Come on Prowler, we both knaw that A’m sittin here fer a reason, so why don’t yer stop thinkin bout whatever yer thinkin bout and focus on tha fun we could be havin, hmm?”, visor bright and a big grin on his faceplate, Jazz ground his own small interfacing panel on the big one he was sitting on. It seemed that his words, or perhaps actions, had drawn Prowl out of whatever stupor he had been in as his helm optics visibly snapped to look at the juncture connecting both of their panels. And then, quicker than Jazz could have reacted, he was picked up in a loose fist wrapped around his middle, pinning his arms to his side. Prowl didn’t lift him a lot, only enough to have him hover over his interfacing panel, but it was enough to have Jazz protest with a “Hey!”. Alas, that changed little as a dark smile grew on Prowls faceplate and his optics dimmed as he tutted at his much smaller lover.

“Now, now, you and your hurrying. I’d much rather take my time with you and well, you’re not really in a position to direct our encounter Jazz. So open your panel and don’t overload.”, where his voice had been somewhat teasing, the last part was an order and Jazz swallowed his visor brightening. Opening his interfacing panel, revealed his valve and spike. Just like the rest of his frame, his equipment had shrunken and Prowl had to note that it looked almost adorable, and unbelievably hot. His lover’s spike was just big enough to be pleased by the last segment of his digits and was quickly pressurizing, betraying Jazz eagerness as much as his words had and the pink translucent sheen already beginning to cover his cute little valve.

Lowering Jazz down again, he pushed him a little tighter down than he had been just sitting and began to rub his lover over his panel. Cute little valve smushed down on his panel, he watched as a small wet patch began to grow on his panel, his lover whimpering and twisting in his grip as his valve folds and anterior node were rubbed against the metal without any regards to his own pleasure. “O-oh come on, this ain’t f-fair.”, Jazz complained, but Prowl disregarded the complaint without a comment, simply continuing to grind Jazz into his panel until he felt that his panel had become wet enough to take it to the next step. Lifting Jazz again, there came a hopeful whimper from the Polihexian, alas it wasn’t meant to be. While Prowl indeed opened his own panel, revealing his own valve and his quickly pressurizing spike, he still didn’t impale Jazz on it. 

Once again the smaller mech was lowered, this time however, Prowl rubbed him against his spike, grinding up from time to time to keep the rhythm ever-changing. The longer this continued, the less Jazz focused on the hope of being actually fragged and more and more on holding back his overload. Even without penetration, the feeling of his lover’s spike grinding over his anterior node and valve entrance was arousing, and the visual of a spike almost the size of himself being pleasured by rubbing his frame against it was hot as well. It was when it became harder and harder to keep his overload at bay, that Jazz spoke again, interrupted by his own gasps and keens as he did so.

It took a few attempts before he got the words out, but once he did, Prowl simply hummed before saying “No.” and giving an especially vicious grind upwards and into Jazz valve. The longer his overload was denied, the blurrier the world around him became as the spymaster focused himself on not overloading. It was as such that he missed the way Prowl began to speed up and move out of rhythm as his own overload approached. Only becoming aware of it when it happened. 

Pulling Jazz down once more, this time Prowl aimed his spike towards the entrance of his dazed little lover's valve. Even aroused and wet as it was, the small valve struggled with the size of his spike and Jazz whined and keened at the feeling of the big spike head pressing into his valve entrance without backing off until it finally popped in with an audible pop. However, the pop was overshadowed by the low groan of Prowl as his spike head popped into the tight valve, clamping shut right behind his spike head, and came, as well as Jazz near scream as he overloaded as his valve was stretched open and filled with hot transfluid.

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Micro/Macro

hey guys lol while i was posting my big bang on tumblr i was also posting kinktober on ao3 so yall are getting the first few chapters like a month late but shhhhh

Dukexiety (Remus x Virgil) Kinktober 2023 Day One: Micro/Macro Warnings: micro/macro, overstimulation, humping

Virgil is rather carelessly dropped onto a pillow, and though he contemplates wrapping his nude body up in the pillowcase, a couple unidentifiable stains quickly dissuade him from doing so. 

Not that it'd be very worthwhile anyway, considering Remus was very quickly stripping himself of his own clothes, meaning Virgil would just hide his body only to be unceremoniously grabbed and exposed once more, though this time it'd be for Remus's pleasure. 

So, Virgil instead sits on his knees, arms between his thighs as he watches Remus strip with a flushed expression. 

To some extent he's embarrassed of himself for agreeing to let Remus use him whenever he desired. It was just a random thing he'd consented to, but it has very quickly changed the direction of his day-to-day life. Each week was filled with at least two solid rounds of sex, and a lot more teasing and experimentation. 

This was an example of the latter. 

Virgil has never been shrunk before, but finds himself excited at the prospect. Though, he is admittedly worried about being squashed under Remus's body in one way or another. 

As Remus quickly gets his boxers off, though, Virgil watches as he wastes no time throwing himself onto the bed, and nearly flinging Virgil into the ceiling in the process. 

Virgil has to grip tight to the pillow to keep from being jostled as Remus gets himself comfortable, and then turns the pillow so that it's vertical in front of him. Virgil's left dizzy by the sudden movement, but a rough finger is being pressed against his chest and pushing him down onto his back before he can catch his bearings. 

He gasps as he hits the pillow, forced to stare up at Remus's grinning form. 

"So helpless," Remus purrs, all too delighted by this notion. He has his other hand wrapped around his cock, and is stroking it sloppily. "I could crush you with a simple flick if I wanted to." 

"Please don't," Virgil meekly says, though he's unsure if Remus can even hear him. 

A response reaffirms him though, as Remus shrugs. "I won't. Not right now, anyway. Smothering you seems much more fun!" 

He leans over the pillow, cock dragging across the fabric and leaving a trail of precome where it travels, leading right up to Virgil's small body, which is trapped right under the slit. There's no weight yet, as Remus focuses on properly straddling the pillow, but it leaves Virgil's body hot in anticipation. 

Remus's head hangs down, messy hair falling towards the bed, as Virgil looks behind him. They make eye contact, and Remus grins. 

"You look irresistible," he comments, before carelessly relaxing his body and falling fully against the pillow. His waist and chest are pressed against it, and he wastes no time wrapping his arms tightly around the object in order to squeeze it harder against him. 

Virgil is immediately crushed by Remus's hard cock, pushed tightly against his tiny body, trapping him to the pillow he's resting against. It's not painful; thankfully the soft backboard serves to allow him to sink a little into the fluff, but it means he's a lot more constrained. Moving at all is difficult, and he loves it. 

He moans, though he's sure Remus can't hear him this time, as Remus desperately tries to hold himself back.

Virgil knows Remus is waiting for him to start moving to signify he's okay. That he's excited, even! And Virgil has the insatiable urge to do just that, it's just a bit of a struggle. 

He wiggles a little bit, attempting to unpin his arms. Once he does, he's quick to wrap them around Remus's shaft, flushing dark when his arms barely get around half of it. His legs reach up to straddle the base of the cock, pushing his own small shaft against Remus's and grinding slightly against it, moaning immediately at the miniscule amount of friction. 

But his slight grinding is enough to notify Remus of his wellbeing, which Remus wants to immediately ruin. In the best way, of course. 

Rough as ever, Remus starts his own grinding, forcefully rubbing his cock against the pillow beneath him and groaning as he feels Virgil's small body being ground beneath him. 

He knows he's already leaking precome, but that only spurs on his grinding, excited to give his tiny a nice thick layer of glaze.

Remus's cock fucks hard against Virgil's, torturing him with intense pleasure as his body is forced up and down and deeper against the pillow. 

Precome smears into his hair, over his face, across his body. A fair amount of it gushes into his mouth, leaving him choking and coughing as he swallows as much as he can. It's bitter and salty, but he can hardly focus on his disgust when his pleasure is much more prevalent. 

His body is hot and jolting with constant pleasure due to the friction against his cock and nipples, making him whine and cry out constantly, though he knows they won't be stopping until Remus decides he's done. 

Muffled groans and dramatic moans reach his ears, though much of what he hears is the wet slapping of Remus's cock against his body and the clap of his balls from how fast he's humping. 

Remus's only motivation comes from chasing his orgasm, and Virgil is just a means to help him achieve that. He doesn't care whether Virgil comes or not, or even if he can move! He only cares about how good that small squirming feels! 

Though, eventually his curiosity begins to eat at him and he decides he has to see Virgil. 

He pulls up, sitting back on his calves, and is confused at first as he sees nothing more but a slick, damp stain on his pillow case, with no tiny man in sight. He scratches his head, before he feels something slide against his cock, and then Virgil's falling from it, and back onto the pillows below, sticky with come. 

His own semen isn't noticeable at all among the translucent goop he's soaked in, making him look damp and lubed. 

Remus can't help but grin cheerily at the sight, watching the way Virgil's small body twitches and moves ever so slightly, but otherwise stays spread out. 

Remus's hand moves slow over his shaft as he gets off to just staring at Virgil, before using the tip of his finger he's pulling it up and back, only to suddenly let go and watch as his fock smacks against Virgil's body with a wet squelching sound and a barely audible cry. 

He drags the tip of his cock over Virgil's body, stroking his shaft in a way that almost makes it look as though he's squeezing precome out of it, before he lifts his cock up again. 

Virgil's hardly given a respite before it's dropped back onto him and the process repeats, with pre being spilled over his body, coating him in a thick layer, and making him cough as he tries fruitlessly to wipe his face, only for it to quickly be recoated. 

When Remus pulls his cock back up again, Virgil is a bit more ready for him to drop it down again, but he isn't prepared to once more stick to the side. 

This time Remus doesn't let him drop down however, and grabs Virgil with his fingers before he can do so. 

He's then cupped in the palm of Remus's hand, and rather tightly forced up against Remus's cock, trapped by the hand squeezing him against the shaft from behind. 

It's suffocating as he's stuck against the sticky surface, overwhelmed by the smell of sweat and the bitter taste of come that's essentially tainted his tongue. Yet, he lets it roll out of his mouth and drag along the side of Remus's cock as Remus begins pumping him up and down, using Virgil's small body to continue stimulating himself. 

Virgil's cock drags along Remus's cock as well, and he squirms as a result, even though he knows he can't escape. It's so intense and overstimulating, and he already feels himself nearing another orgasm from the minimal amount of friction. 

He cries out pathetically, whimpering at the assault on his body, but his cries go unheard, and he loves it. 

He's moved up and down so violently he swears it'll give him vertigo, until he's stalled at the top. Virgil attempts to look over at Remus to gauge what he's thinking, but Remus's thumb is pressing down on the back of his head, burying Virgil's head in the slit. 

He hears Remus grunt, and then moan, and Virgil barely has time to shut his eyes before he's drowned in a flood of Remus's come. 

He's left gagging and spluttering, drinking down what he can to keep from fully choking on the semen. He swallows down so much that he feels his stomach ache, and he momentarily thinks it might just never end, until finally Remus lets go of him and once again Virgil falls back onto the pillow beneath him, although this time it's not significantly wetter. 

He coughs, laying limp as he tries to catch his breath. But Remus isn't done with him. 

Carefully, Remus brings a finger back down to Virgil, and very softly drags it over Virgil's straining cock, rubbing him to a quick and messy orgasm that Virgil only has a few seconds to prepare for, before he finally pulls away, leaning back on his knees as he stares at the ruined tiny beneath him. 

Virgil's panting is nearly as loud as Remus's, but it makes Remus muse at just how exhausted Virgil is. 

"Have fun?" Remus teases, which has Virgil whining as he curls up into the fetal position, trembling with sensitivity.

"Fuck off," is Virgil's only response, but he leans against Remus's soft palm as Remus gently scoops him up, letting himself be tended for in Remus's own weird way. 

[ghoulfriendfangs]

KINKTOBER ‘22 - Plaything

Day 4: Micro with Lucio

I’ve been envisioning these prompts more as pitches than full fics, so if one gets lots of love I’ll expand upon it in great detail!

{WC: ~250} {top!dom!reader x bottom!sub!Lucio, micro, manhandling, teasing}

  Lucio had been getting on your nerves like there was no tomorrow. He had pouted and thrown a fit whenever you weren’t lavishing him attention, and then he was yowling like a cat in heat when you were. He was really getting out of hand.

  But luckily, it only took a certain magic potion to get him back in hand.

  Lucio shifted around, sitting comfortably on your palm. “I… I can’t believe how well this spell worked.”

  “Impressed?” You ask, and he shivers as your breath warms him like a summer breeze. 

  “I mean, it’s nothing I couldn’t do. I just don’t have a cauldron, but if I tried I’m sure I’d-”

  You cut him off with a good squeeze, his breath hitches and you can feel his tiny, fragile chest fluttering. You let go… and see a minuscule bulge in his pants.

  “Excuse me,” Lucio huffs, “just because I’m small, doesn’t mean I’m not still the count! You will respect me and my authority!”

  “What’s this?” You ask, rubbing over his bulge with your thumb pad. He groans, rutting into your thumb, so you pull back a bit.

  “What does it look like!? It’s a hard on, now help me with it- EEEK!”

  You turn him over, dangling him by his foot. He wiggles around, managing to mess up his coat revealing his tummy, and drop his tiny cape to the floor below.

  “I think you forget, I cast this spell on you because you wanted to play with me. Well, now you’ll be my plaything, and I’m going to have tremendous fun with you.”

  He gulped, a tinge of red dusting his nose.

  …he could get behind that. 

[truly-morgan]

[Kinktober 2021: Macro/Micro (18+)]

SangCheng | Mo Dao Zu Shi 01-10-2021

Day 1: R̷i̷m̷m̷i̷n̷g̷ / [MacroMicro] / T̷i̷c̷k̷l̷i̷n̷g̷ 

Jiang Cheng get hits by a curse that makes him a doll size, thankfully it was a conjoint night hunt with qinghe. Nie Huaisang takes care of him and decides to have some fun.

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Jiang Cheng couldn’t believe he had been this careless to be hit by a curse. He was now shrunk to the size of a doll and he was certain he wasn’t bigger than 30 cm. Of course, in his misfortune his sword couldn’t have shrunk with him, so now he was stuck in a random forest in the qinghe nie territory without any way to move safely and take his sword with him. 

After what seemed like hours of waiting on a tree branch, he was finally found by one of the nie cultivators, who called for everyone to come. Everyone was somewhat unsure as to what they should do, but jc decided to go back to the unclean realm. They were already staying there and it was also closer.

All jc could do was look sour when they finally met Nie Huaisang again, the fellow sect leader hiding behind his fan as he tried not to laugh. “I have to apologise for the inconvenience, I would ask if it is possible to extend our stay until we figure out how to cure our sect leader,” one of the disciples said politely.

“No need for apologies” smiled nhs, his gaze turning to slj “It is important to turn your sect leader to a regular size”. With that, some disciples were tasked to investigate where it had happened, jc staying behind with nhs for “safety reasons”.

“It would be bad if someone accidentally step on you” nhs smile.+

And so jc was taken everywhere nhs was going, until his duties were over and he returned to his room, putting jc on his painting table. Had it been someone else jc would probably have been mad that someone was playing around with him.

“A-cheng is really cute like this” nhs smiled, adoring the way the tiny leader became redder than he would usually get. “No am not, I am annoyingly small and weak” he added. Nhs simply hummed at that, taking his brush to gently poke at him “I still think a-cheng is the cutest”.

Jc was about to argue when a startled moan escaped him, the hard tip of the brush having brushed over his nipple. This seemed to spark something deep in nhs as he did it again, jc trying to push away the offending object “Stop it!” he said, as red as before as his nipples were getting hard from the teasing and rubbing on against his tight clothes.

“no~” nhs replied, his hand approaching jc to lift him up again so he cannot run away, instead, grabbing at his fingers so he doesn’t fall to the ground. “Nie Huaisang!”.

Nhs only chuckled as meticulous and careful hands try to open his robes. This only made jc blush harder than before, trying to push his hand away. “but a-cheng, isn’t it painful to stay trapped in your robe like this? I promise you will really enjoy this~”.

Jc sighed at that, shifting uncomfortably in nhs hands. It was getting uncomfortable now that he was hard and well, it /was/ nhs so he supposed it was alright. It wasn’t as if they had never really experienced anything together before. He was simply nervous because he was now so small. “Be careful” he mumbled only to receive a happy humming, nhs taking him back to the desk after grabbing a cushion he could put him on.

So nhs went back to slowly peeling back every layer of clothing, placing it on the table neatly. When he was done, he simply looked at jc, making the smaller man look away. Truly jc was beautiful from head to toe and seeing him all flustered and excited was also a good sight.

He took back his brush from before, using the soft tip to go and tease jc’s nipples again, delighted by how jc was slowly letting little moans without too much restraint. He then went to tease his erection, enjoying how jc was both chasing after the brush and moving away from it. He kept going like this, making a moaning mess out of his fellow sect leader. He was even more pleased when he managed to make him come two times with his ministration.

“a-cheng can you turn around for me~~” nhs asked, jc following his request still in a daze. He did yelp when he felt delicate hands lift up his hips, placing him on all four and forcing his shoulder down a bit.

“Nhs what are you doaaAh" he tried asking before feeling a tongue play with his ass and semi-hard cock. If nhs kept going like this his cock would get overstimulated. Nhs only pulls back after a moment, something a bit cold falling on his ass. He was about to turn around and ask nhs what he was doing when he froze upon feeling something hard touching his rim.

He was a bit unsure when he saw the hard tip of a brush against him. He shivered a bit as the rounded tip caught on his rim a bit as nhs was gently circling around it. “Don't worry a-cheng I will go gently on you~” he did wait for jc to nod before going further, carefully putting the tip in. And gentle he was, carefully moving the tip inside of jc as to not hurt him, trying to find that sweet button that would make jc even more dazed than he already was, making the young sect leader shake on the cushion as the upper part of his body had fully collapsed on the cushion now, moaning and moving his hips with nhs movements.

Nhs repeated the movements that seemed to get the sweetest moan out of him, a finger also teasing his dick who was back to full attention. He could probably go all day like this were it not for jc not having endless stamina.

He still enjoys jc being all sluty for him, moving his hips hungrily to meet with the brush so it could brush against his prostate, sending a spark of pleasure up his spine. He came two more times this way before fully collapsing on the cushion.

Nhs laid his head down on the table, a finger gently patting his hair, pushing strands away from his face as best as he could. He stopped when jc hugged the finger close to himself. “Let’s get you clean and sleep a bit” smile nhs, ready to get up to prepare a little basin to make it a small bath.

“What about you?” jc asked as he held onto his finger more, his eyes travelling lower to where he could not see nhs crotch. “I am alright” he smiled, giving a kiss on the crown of his head, “Plus I doubt little a-cheng has enough energy for that, but you can always pay me back when you get back to normal~~”.

Jc rolled his eyes at that, letting nhs lift him up again, face red at the idea of repaying him. As if he would not.

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(I apparently cannot write smut without some plot I guess kjbfjhvf still counts ┐(︶▽︶)┌ 

still a good start in my opinion >:3)

Original - AO3

[cyber-rivet]

Kinktober Day 1 - Macro/Micro

I know, I know. It's actually day 12 now. I'm just really bad at remembering things!

I can proudly say that I had fun with this one, (- certified robo-fucker) and I can't wait to eventually get to the other prompts and see what horny things my mind will come up with!

Apparently tumblr didn't like when I posted the uncensored one, so I might have to get an art stations or pillowfort for those~

[gaybroons]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Men's Hockey RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Zdeno Chara/Brad Marchand Characters: Brad Marchand, Zdeno Chara Additional Tags: Kinktober, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Shameless Smut, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Size Difference, Size Kink, marchy seems reluctant multiple times but he’s completely into it I promise, set back when Zee was still captain, Praise Kink, Macro/Micro Series: Part 1 of kinktober 2023 Summary:

“It’s not going to fit.” He gasps, he’s going out of his mind.

“I’m sure you can take it,” he hears the smile in Zee’s words, the easy confidence, the complete belief in him.

He can’t let him down. He can’t.

///

written for kinktober day 1: Macro/Micro

[jeguluskinktoberr]

WELCOME TO THE JEGULUS KINKTOBER 2024!

This is the official calendar with the prompts for each day, starting from October 1st. You are free to join with fics, art, threads, micro-fics, socmed aus or anything you can think of!

Each day has one or more alternatives, to give everyone a choice. You can choose just one prompt or every single one, put them together, join just for a day or for the whole month. Use the hashtag #jeguluskinktober or tag us here/on Twitter and we will repost everything.

The only requirement is that everyone joining has to be 18 or older. No minors! The characters must be consensual adults; you can genderbend, make them sapphic, and use all the headcanons you prefer, but keep the daily prompt in mind.

This is the link for the ao3 collection that will be in the infos of our accounts too

Here are the various prompts in list form, to make things easier. We’re really excited to see what you think and what you all will make!

Thank you for reading! We are available for any questions or concerns, please contact us, our ask is always open.

Happy jegulus kinktober!

[uselessmicrowave]

kinktober day fifteen

tfa optimus prime x reader,

tws/content- kissing, no penetraition, handjobs, sleepy sex, somnophilia (?)

Optimus can’t feel anything but your touch and the throbbing beneath his panels. You’re holding him. But not ‘holding’ where just your arms are wrapped around his neck cables, no. ‘Holding’ him to the point where his stabilizers are barely touching the berth because you’re holding him.

Your vents push warm air onto the top of his helm, your servos are warm against his chassis. Your arms are lovingly draped around his frame. Your thighs are around his waist. One just below his panels, one behind both of his knee struts. Optimus hasn’t tried harder in his life than now to keep his loud aft cooling fans quiet.

If he wakes you up from your stasis, he’ll be mad at himself. Especially because you look so… at peace, with a barely noticeable smile on your faceplates. And the prime is happy to be there with you, it’s just that his plating feels like it’s warmer than a sun. He’s worried that you’re going to be waken up from him being too warm.

In the depths of your stasis, you can feel his spark beat and temperature rise. It makes you stir, moving your arms tighter around Optimus. His optics grow wide.

“Y/n?” his voice is quiet, to not wake you if you aren’t already. You move in your sleep again, pressing your faceplates into the side of his helm. You’re so close to kissing him, if he could just… turn his helm to face yours- “Mmph?” you moved closer again, his optics widen. Your dermas are kind of almost half on his, in a sort of kiss. You don’t seem to notice, still pushing warm air onto him. He mentally sighs, not wanting to surprise you with a warm puff of air. He'd want to back away from you but... He just can't find the strength to. Optimus smiles, trying to find your servo behind his back to hold it. You blearily open your optics, taking the servo he was searching for and rubbing your optics.

“Hmp- oh. What time is it, baby?” you say quietly, letting him go and turning on your side to stretch.

“It’s too late.” Optimus yawns, "Or early, depending on how you look at it."

“You’re warm.” you huff tiredly, running a servo across his back strut. “Wanted to do anything?”

“Huh?”

“Want me to help you out?” You run a servo down his frame from his chassis to his hips. He blushes, going quiet and feeling his array throb with want once again.

"Yeah..." he admits bashfully, turning away and hiding his faceplates from you. You coo, tugging him closer like a pillow.

"You're so warm... Did you really get this worked up by yourself?" you tease, pushing him to lay on his back strut and running your servos down his frame, tracing around his interface panels.

"Mmhm." you chuckle quietly at his response, smiling when he lets both of his panels open. You gently take his spike, rubbing the tip of your digit up the underside of his spike, making him whimper. You tease at the slit of his spike, making him gasp and bite his lip, tilting his faceplates into your neck cables.

"So warm..."

[cozycornerevents]

Cozy Corner Kinktober 2024 Prompt List

It's the second year of Cozy Corner Kinktober, and as everybody knows, holding an event two years in a row makes a tradition! So, welcome to the traditional, annual Cozy Corner Kinktober 2024.

We have 31 kink prompts, one for each day of October (you don't have to stick to the order), plus a few alternatives for those who want to fill 31 prompts but are uncomfortable with or find no inspiration with some of the main prompts.

The rules are simple: you can do whatever the f%#k you want! Fill however many prompts you want, in whichever order, with whatever ship and any medium you like: fic, art, headcanons, gif sets, video edits - anything! You can interpret prompts literally, figuratively or creatively - feel free to fill them more than once in different ways. You can also use the same prompt twice but for different media or different ships. You can start preparing now and start posting in October, or, if you don't want to wait that long, you can post as soon as you're done with your prompt fill (but we'll probably be checking the tag less regularly before October).

Please tag your posts thoroughly with applicable kinks and any other potential tw so that people can filter out any content they don't want to see in the tags. Prompt fills can be consensual, noncon or dubcon. All fic is fantasy, just please tag accordingly. As a general tag for the prompt fills, we suggest #cozy corner kinktober 2024 so that people can find the content for this event under one tag.

Prompts:

Predator/Prey

Exhibitionism

Safeword

Roleplay

Butt plug

Role reversal

Shibari

Reward and punishment

Creative use of capes

Public humiliation

Tentacles

CNC

Abduction/Imprisonment

CBT

Aftercare

Biting

Crying

Macro/Micro

Breeding kink

Age gap

Breastfeeding

Obsession/Stalking

Somnophilia

Loss of virginity

Underwear stealing/sniffing

Sex over/through clothes

Temperature play

Pegging

Superpowers

Orgasm control

Instruction/Guidance

Alternative prompts/tropes:

Omegaverse

Sex pollen

Mpreg

MHC (Magical Healing Cock)

Trichophilia

[quefish77]

Ineffable Kinktober 2024!

The Ineffable Kinktober list is here!

Don't forget, this isn't a challenge, do as many or as few as you are inspired to!

Art, fic, interpretive dance, sculpture, pipe-cleaners if so inclined ...

Post here! https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Ineffable_Kinktober_2024/profile

Graphic text: (I'm not changing the twitter bird icon, screw that BS!)

1. Wings 2. Virginity 3. Authority 4. True form/Eldritch 5. Piercings/Tattoos 6. Spanking 7. Role Play 8. Halos 9. Micro/Macro 10. ​Rescue 11. ​​Horns/Tails 12. ​Medical 13. Somnophilia​ 14. ​Glory Hole/Anonymous 15. ‘I hope this doesn’t awaken anything in me’ 16. Clothing/Tartan 17. Knife/Swordplay 18. ​Sex to Music (Queen Edition) 19. Inebriation (Drugs/Alcohol) 20. The Bentley 21. Hidden (eg: Under the Table) 22. Laughing/Tickling 23. Masturbation 24. Danger/Helplessness 25. Feeding/Food Play 26. Praise/Degradation 27. Nipple Play 28. Cuckold 29. Gags/Ballgags 30. Toys 31. Creator's Choice

[throneofsapphics]

chaos incarnate

Rowaelin x f!Reader

Summary: Day 25, “Really, poison again? Get more creative.”

Warnings: attempted murder, reader is unhinged 

A/N: this is honestly more of a crack fic, I've hurt myself enough

kinktober masterlist

You took a sip of the wine, wine you know is poisoned. They really are idiots, you can smell Oleander a mile away. You’d know, having micro-dosed on them since you were old enough to understand what ‘poison,’ meant, maybe even earlier. Then again, you were raised by a paranoid herbalist. 

“Oleander,” you purred - eyes on the man who’d poured your glass. “Really, poison again? Get more creative.” Everyone went still, every glass thunked back against the table. The entire room flew into chaos. 

Fenrys himself whisked you away, chuckling amusedly at the scene behind him. It was the first attempted assassination in several years - at least in Terrasen. Any poison at a table found its way to you. By your own machinations, of course, and this isn’t the first time you’ve done it. There would be hell to pay later, but for now the small bit of chaos pleased Temis, the Goddess who’d watched over you your entire life. 

“They’re going to be pissed,” he commented, a wry smile on his face. Sometimes he seemed to be the only one who understood. Exactly why you were that way. Others might think it’s a ‘noble,’ thing to do, but really you just liked the chaos it caused, and the bit of danger - the thrill of living on the edge. 

Of course, you didn’t have a ‘death sentence,’ you’d been raised like this - and knew your body could handle most poisons. Even if you still threw up for a few hours later. 

-

Pissed was an understatement, Rowan thought Aelin might actually start throwing things around the room. This hadn’t happened in years, at least in their court. Any time you visited other courts, you’d pulled the same trick. Switching drinks and plates with your magic, something he couldn’t figure out how to stop you from doing, not without a lack of trying. Of course, you didn’t actually drink or eat the poison each time - it depended on ‘how deadly it is’ according to you. 

He shoved a small antidote at you. Refusing your arguments on how it ‘reduces the tolerance,’ and threatening to shove it down your damn throat. You took it with a scowl, and he watched to make sure you swallowed every last drop. 

“When will you stop doing that?” He hissed at you. The fact that you didn’t look apologetic at all pissed him off even more. 

“When people stop trying to kill you,” you shrugged, your voice honeyed with false innocence. Never, then. 

“I don’t know if I want to kiss you or throttle you.” Aelin muttered. 

Rowan shot Aelin a look that said, ”don’t encourage her.”

“Sorry,” you answered, tracing a finger around her mouth. “Poison.” 

“Throttling it is,” Aelin mused - Rowan saw the mischievous gleam in her eyes, and so did you because you sprinted out of the room with Aelin chasing after you. He heard your combined laughter coming from the hall, and to his chagrin it soothed some of the anger inside him. 

[truly-morgan]

[Kinktober 2022: Macro/Micro (18+)]

FengQing | Heaven Official’s Blessing 05-10-2022

Day 5: [Macro/Micro] | H̷e̷a̷r̷t̷b̷e̷a̷t | G̷a̷g̷s

Something goes wrong when Feng Xin is out investigating something and he ends up shrunk down. Of course, his luck has it that Mu Qing is the one to find him like this. And he decides to have some fun too.

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Feng Xin didn’t know why from all the people that could have found him, it /had/ to be Mu Qing who did so. He could have very well passed on having him mock his situation without restraint.

He was still unsure how he had gotten into this situation. He knew he had been assigned to an investigation on the border of their respective territory, that everything was going more or less good. And then here he was, shrunk down to the size of a doll.

Of course, with the luck of his situation, this had also affected his spiritual energy. He had sent a communication asking for help, but nothing more, since he tried to not waste what spiritual energy he had left for now.

And of course, Mu Qing had to be the closest official available to come and help him.

And now he was being manhandled.

He was being poked at and touched all over as if he was just a toy, Mu Qing clearly taking enjoyment from his inability to actually stop him from doing anything. Forcing him a little in all kinds of strange poses, moving him around in his hands. It was starting to get tiring.

“Could you just fucking put me down!?” he yelled at Mu Qing who was still holding him up by the back of his robes, looking way too smug about it.

“Why should I?” Mu Qing then asked, “First thing I know I’ll have to run after you and I’m not doing that” he explained. “Plus, the water is ready now you’ll be able to take a bath, you stink”.

Feng Xin groaned in frustration, trying to grab at his hand so he could try to pry his fingers open. “I’m not a little pet! I can bath all by my fucking self” he yelled again.

“Quite whining, it will be quicker like this” Mu Qing replied, even though his words didn’t sound too convincing.

Then the Southeast martial god was yet again being moved around, this time somewhat forced de sit in his hand while he held him there. He would have to admit, he was a bit surprised by how mindful and delicate Mu Qing was being, not just being a brute.

But then his appreciation for that went away quickly when fingers started to work his belt “Hey! What do you think you are doing!?” he asked, trying to push the fingers away without much success.

“Obviously, I am undressing you” Mu Qing said as if it was the move obvious thing to do, even when Feng Xin was /very much/ still able to do it himself. Still, the Southwest martial god rolled his eyes as he struggled, pinning his little arms being him without too much trouble.

“As I said, if you could stop struggling, it would go… more easily,” Mu Qing said, pausing a little at the ends as he was taking care of his robes.

Feng Xing couldn’t help the blush on his face when he was left in nearly only his pants, now very much tenting and not hidden behind extra layers of clothing. He had tried to hide his state from his fellow martial god after all his playing around caused that reaction in him.

He was going to ask him to put him down again, when he was suddenly cut by a surprised moan, making him blush even more. He had not expected the thumb that came to brush over his bulge, sending a spark up his spine.

He tried closing his legs to hide from the offending finger, but he was not strong enough to stop the fingers that spread his legs even more widely.

“Well, who would have thought that it took so little for you to get like this” Mu Qing smirked, finger still rubbing over his clothed erecting. Feng Xin couldn’t do anything but bit his lips to keep quiet, his hips moving without his command to get even more friction.

This went on for a while, Mu Qing trying to see how much it would take to actually make him admit that he like it or let his voice out. Yet he didn’t get more than muffled sounds and Feng Xin nearly rutting back against him.

Then Feng Xin wasn’t able to bite back a moan when he came, staining the inside of his pants. He then trashed against the hold Mu Qing had on him as he kept rubbing him even after he came, his cock was now feeling too sensitive and a bit irritated from being so forcefully rubbed against clothing.

Only when the Southwest martial god was satisfied did he stop his ministration, finally letting go of his arms and legs.

He ended up with a shaking Feng Xin, panting in the palm of his hand and looking pleased.

This made him want to somehow tease him even more than before.

So he started undressing him properly this time, Feng Xin not even having the energy to actually stop him from doing so.

Mu Qing was actually surprised by how obediently he was laying in his palm this time, grabbing and hugging his finger to make sure he’d stay safely in his hands.

“I didn’t know it took so little to have you so cooperative” Mu Qing commented, although there wasn’t much behind his word aside from some playful teasing. This did gain him a small roll of the eye from Feng Xin.

Mu Qing did give him some time to come back from his previous orgasm, before bringing him closer to his face. “Don’t think I’m done with only this” he commented, “You are actually pretty fun to play with, pretty adorable when you try not to moan”.

Then he kissed his torso, teasing a little bit the nipples that were hardening under his lips and tongue. And Feng Xin was yet again met with how unusually gentle and nice Mu Qing seemed to be, despite the situation.

Not like he could actually claim to hate the feeling of this gentleness.

He held onto the other martial god's head as best he could, trying to keep his voice in check, although he started to slowly let it out a bit more.

He could hardly really keep it in when Mu Qing started lapping at his dick, the feeling nothing he had felt before.

And it felt really good.

He tried moving like before, although this time Mu Qing ended up bending a finger above his middle, forcing him to keep as immobile as possible. He could only swear as Mu Qing suck him off and lick over all sensitive parts of his body.

The man was truly having his way with him and Feng Xin was actually happy to let him do it for once.

Although he started wondering if it was a good idea when Mu Qing kept going even after he came another time, whispering to him that he could of course come another time.

He was a groaning and moaning mess, trying without much success to push Mu Qing's head away.

It all felt too much and yet he felt like he could still come another time. And when he did force another orgasm out of him, Feng Xin was absolutely finished.

He was panting heavily in his gentle fingers, hugging them as he mumbles “Enough”.

Mu Qing left a huff to escape him, turning back to the basin that had been prepared for him earlier. He quickly heated it up again, then let Feng Xin into the warm water.

It wasn’t worth actually getting Feng Xin mad at him for really pushing him too far.

Plus, they could always have some more fun later if Feng Xin wasn’t back to normal yet.

Original - AO3

[my-little-loverboy]

Mark me as yours

Kinktober day no. 4

“Are you okay..?” “Yes- well… No, but I don’t want you to feel obligated to help me.”

Pairing: Dan Heng il/cis fem sub reader

CWs: inhuman genitals, breeding, tiny amount of hurt/comfort (but mostly fluff)

AN: Reader is explicitly referred to as a girl, and I reference afab anatomy more than once, PLEASE keep this in mind. For @starrry-angel

Kinktober masterlist

Prior to the whole affair on the Luofu Dan Heng often swung between not needing affection and clinging to you like his life depended on it. He explained it as him occasionally realizing that he no longer has to just cope with his loneliness since he began dating you.

Since his return though, he’s been considerably more distant. For the first week or so you wrote it off as him recovering from an extremely stressful event. But as the days passed by and he became more and more distant, you found yourself worrying more.

That’s what led you to your current position, standing in front of the door to the archives. You speak softly as you start to open the door.

“… Dan Heng?”

The door to the archives was locked, and the light was off. Which was strange in its own right, as much as Dan Heng preferred people avoid hanging around in the archives; he never locked the door.

“Looking for Dan Heng? I saw him run off to his room a while back, his horns were all glowy too. It was really weird.”

Caelus’ voice knocked you out of your thoughts, only to confuse you even further.

“I didn’t know he had a room?”

“March said she’s only seen him go in there once since she’s been on the express. If you hear from him let me know he’s ok. I’m pretty sure he thinks I’m mad at him? It’s the end of the hall on the 3rd train car.”

Caelus sighed and continued to wherever he was originally headed. It was hard not to sprint down the halls of the express as you made your way to his room. Worry for his well being seeping into you.

It was strange, listening to him pace around the room through the door. Its a noise you’d gotten accustomed to hearing late at night after he’d called you to his room hoping for company following one of many nightmares.

You raise your hand to knock, but before you can he locks it.

“Leave… please.”

The intended strength behind the words comes across more as a painful admittance then a command.

“Not until you tell me what’s going on, we don’t have to talk about it right now but… I just need to know that you’re okay.”

There’s an agonizingly long pause before you hear him sigh and unlock the door. Hesitating for a moment before pulling it open. He’s in his vidyadhara form, his tail flicking anxiously behind him as he watches you, his moments stiff.

“I’m… sorry.”

His voice is uncharacteristically shaky as he steps to the side, his room is barren of any identifying features. He hesitates after closing the door.

“Can I lock the door?”

You nod slowly and he does as he asked. Standing stock still in front of the now locked door, stepping back into it as you approach him slowly.

“Are you okay..?”

“Yes- well… No, but I don’t want you to feel obligated to help me.”

He tries to sink further into the wall as you step closer

“Please, Dan Heng. I just want to know what’s going on, I’m worried about you.”

He sighs and seems to look through you for a moment, before attempting to collect himself, though his voice continues its uneven tone.

“I’m a vidyadhara, you know that at this point… Despite not being physically able to reproduce we still have a… heat cycle. Mine is inconsistent because of my distance from the Luofu but…”

He squirms in place and looks away from you.

“My instincts are convinced you’re my mate, and with my heat cycle starting I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable...”

“What if I want to be your mate?”

He looks nothing short of appalled, and you watch a series of micro expressions flicker across his face in quick succession before he’s clinging to you. Mumbling an apology into your chest as he picks you up.

You feel his chest rumble as you return the hug, piecing together that he was purring as he set you gingerly on his bed. Situation himself between your legs as he looks at you for any signs of resistance once more. The corners of his mouth pulling into a small smile when there is none.

The weight of his tail wrapping itself around your waist is a comforting pressure as he nuzzles into your neck. Purring as he bites your shoulder gently. His sharp canines digging into the soft flesh just enough to leave a mark.

“I’m sorry for my impatience I… I’ve missed you and I…”

He hesitates and buries his face back into your neck for a moment.

“I need to feel you. I’ve been waiting so long to claim you as mine and now that you’re here I can’t wait anymore.”

He shudders and kisses you as his movements become less restrained, quickly pulling off your loose shirt along with his own. Every action drips with desperation as he pulls you impossibly closer.

“Can I touch you..?”

Your voice seems to pull him out of his haze and he leans back far enough for you to be able to admire him. His lithe frame speckled with small scales.

Pulling his underwear down you were met with an interesting sight.

You hadn’t thought very hard about the draconic features of the Vidyadhara, and in hindsight you kinda wish you had. Watching the pair of slick, semi translucent dicks slide out of the scaled slit on Dan Heng’s body as he squirmed under your gaze was certainly an interesting experience.

He didn’t give you long to think about it though as he gently pushed you back down onto the bed. Moving your underwear to the side enough to push his fingers past your slick folds. His thumb toying with your clit as he worked you open for him.

After he decided you were prepared enough he pulled his fingers out of you, licking your slick off of his fingers with his long, forked tongue. As you watched him clean his digits your brain provided you with the lovely image that was said tongue licking eagerly at your drooling slit.

All coherent thought was pushed from your brain as Dan Heng pressed the tip of one of his cocks against your eager hole, purring into your shoulder as he sunk into you inch by inch. His other cock bumping your clit as he bottomed out, his entire body tense above you as he waited for you to adjust.

He groaned into your chest as he began to move, mumbling into soft flesh as he rolled his hips against yours.

“I can’t wait to fuck you full of my kin, you’ll be good and take it right?”

© pvbbyboy •• 2023 •• Please do not translate/repost. reblogs are appreciated and requests are open!

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Taglist: @yarnnerdally • @yeonpm

Wanna be added? Send me an ask off anon and lmk if you want to be on the sfw only list!

[thecandywrites]

Kinktober Day 25- Threesome/Moresome

Ok, so opposite end of the spectrum from Day 24 about Chastity Cages as far as Micro-mermaids because mating balls, aka orgies are a norm for breeding anyway. And what better way to show the other end of the spectrum than middle gens as opposed to last gen/first gens.

So this is basically smut but with lots of feelings.

A million thanks to @starsandskies for her kinktober prompts that yes, I know it's now practically middle of November. But damn it. I will do all of these. ALL. OF. THEM. Even if it takes me till Dec-fucking-ember.

Kinktober Day - Threesome/Moresome

Micro- Mermaid Mating Ball

Big Daddy and Skinny Daddy

Echonah, Aurorahanna, and Omega. 

“Ok guys, here are some mating gifts to choose from.” Vivian offered as she dumped a bag of assorted little shells and beads and little trinkets in a huge line down the tank’s bottom as you and your siblings eagerly gathered everything you thought would appeal to a mate as a courting gift. 

You and your siblings were at the last adolescence stage before you were all considered full fledged adults. And you and your siblings were middle batched. Of only 53 eggs that were laid, successfully hatched and raised by your parents. It was considered your parent’s true middle batches. It had 27 males and 26 females. Which was normal. Most middle batches were split 50/50 males vs females plus or minus 1-3 for either side. 

You had all spent the whole day yesterday knitting a whole quilt’s worth of patches with your individual names knitted right into the patch like square- they were to accompany all the gifts you were currently collecting to appeal to a future mate. Although the prettiest of the beads usually were quickly snatched to go into your hair as decoration to also decorate your seashell bras that you and your sisters were just now finishing budding breasts to fill. Some of your sisters actually had to be on their second and third bra by now because their breasts kept growing and overflowing the previous shell bras while others had yet to even fill their first ones. 

You were grateful to be in the middle. You filled your seashell bra nicely and to the point you had decent cleavage but not to the point that you needed to remake it and redo it. 

Once every mini pocket you had weaved into your own bag was filled with a gift and a patch you swam around the pile as did your siblings, all of you making sure you didn’t miss anything special or anything useful before you found a shard that looked like a perfect match to the three you were already wearing. 

You wore one on a lanyard around your neck to keep for personal protection and you had two more on a special belt around your hips that you hoped would be the perfect gift for your potential mate once you went through the preliminary courting phase where you met everyone in the tank and got to hand pick who appealed the most to you. But this would match with your first shard so now you had two sets before you saw yet another set and without thinking, took those with you too as you quickly spun your seasilk about the handles so that the shards themselves resembled stone age weapons but the seasilk would keep your hand and the hands of your potential mate from cutting themselves on the shards.  

Once everyone had thoroughly picked through everything, you all simply sat and continued to eat and talk about what kind of mate you would hopefully find in the mating tank. 

“So what are you looking for Aura?” Your brother Luray asked. 

“Just…someone balanced. He doesn’t need to be the biggest micro in the tank and he doesn’t need to be the smartest. But, just balanced between the two.” You shrugged. 

“What about you?” You asked him. 

“The same. She doesn’t have to be the prettiest or the most well endowed or the smartest, but just, something in the middle. A good balance.” He answered. 

“Well, I hope we all find what we’re looking for, but especially you.” You offered to your favorite brother who incubated and hatched right alongside you as you hugged his arm and laid your head on his shoulder as you both basked in the special sunlamp to digest what you had eaten while also keeping your bags close for when the net would be brought in to take you and your siblings to the mating tank. 

And sure enough, only several minutes later, the special container meant to house all of you and your siblings were put in as you all said your last goodbyes to your parents before you all eagerly and happily swam into the net and hung onto each other before the container was tilted up right and pulled out of your parents tank before it was carried over to the large mating tank where two huge swordfish were already hanging in there as you could see all the males gravitate to one while all the females gravitated to the other. 

But since you and your clutch mates had already eaten, you instead made the priority to find good nesting sites as you found the perfect one and immediately claimed it by hanging the curtain with your name knitted large and wide across it was put across the top as you put that over the opening but no sooner had you done so before another male came over. 

“Dang it, I knew I should have claimed this when I saw it.” He snapped his fingers as you could tell by his tone he wasn’t angry but still playfully disappointed. 

“Sorry, you snooze, you lose.” You called out with a laugh from behind the curtain as you were still putting it in place. 

“Well it’s not a complete loss, at least this one is similar.” He said as he claimed the one immediately next to it as you looked over to see a very skinny, scrawny male immediately try to claim that one by using his seasilk to make a bigger curtain outline that what he had previously woven before. Like a spider, spinning a web, he slowly knitted the top of it before he knitted more of the edges to the others to at least try to claim the space as his own but you could see when he would be done, it would be perfect and custom made just for the opening as you admired his ingenuity. Maybe he just needed to be fed better. 

“So did you try to save all the food for your sisters?” You asked as you used one of the edges that was between your nest site and his because the space shared a little space that both of you could easily swim through to get from his site to yours as you used your own patch to help knit the corner over to where he had it as you marvelled at the silky softness of his own silk. This was finer than even your own. And it was downright gorgeous. He had to be the prettiest micro you had ever seen, just on the skinny side.

“No, I’m just the runt of my clutch. I’ve always been small and skinny. No matter how much my siblings tried to feed me to help me catch up. I can eat more than any of my clutchmates can, I eat until my stomach pouches out like I’m the female with an egg laden pouch but my stomach only stays that way for a little bit and quickly enough my stomach finishes it off and by morning, or even only a few hours later, I’ve already digested it and passed it and ravenous for more food. But, I’m still just always thin. I guess I just have a high metabolism. I still digest all the food but my body just does so very quickly.” He answered. 

“Oh, I see.” You nodded once you finished and moved onto the next one to help him continue trying to claim the space as his own. 

“I’ve already been labeled in the system as a high metabolism runt anyway and I’m being tested to see if I have hyperthyroidism among other things.” He grunted as you realized that while he was rather skinny, the muscle he did have- while it didn’t have bulk, was just as strong as any other you supposed. He just didn’t have a lot of excess fat on his body or more bulk to his perfectly strong body. 

“Do you feel sick?” You asked thoughtfully. 

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve just always been this way. I’ve just learned to live with it. But I wanted the best nesting site in the tank just to try to show I’m not a bad mate, or a bad choice for a mate, I’m just…small. And my siblings gave me all the prettiest gifts just to make up for it. But…” He grunted in frustration as he finally finished that corner before he came to see that you had used your own patches down the side to attach that whole side to where he had laid the anchor seasilk strand. 

“Oh Aurorahana, you didn’t have to use your own patches to help me.” He tried to say as he saw the way they were knitted into place and appreciated how you had done so but you saw the reverent way he touched the patches themselves as he traced your name. 

“But I wanted to. So I did.” You grinned. 

“Thank you.” He thanked you earnestly. 

“You’re welcome Echonah.” You offered since his name was already weaved into the curtain. 

“But your patches are able to be seen from the outside, the other males will think you’re already paired with me.” He realized. 

“So? Tell you what, if you find another mate, you can replace her patches with mine or you can weave another layer of seasilk over it if you’d prefer. But if not. Then let me be the first to offer you a courting gift.” You offered before you took the belt around your hips and put it around his waist before you had to cinch it smaller since his waist was smaller than your own but he just hugged you and started crying. 

“Thank you so much. I was so scared. I thought every girl in here would take one look at my body and write me off and I’d have to go into singles or something.” He cried into the crux of your neck and shoulder.

You hugged him just as tightly as he was hugging you as your back cracked, but in a good way as you comforted him. He was as long as you but half your size. It was like he was still prepubescent or something but he still smelled full grown and fully mature and otherwise his facial features showed he was an adult. Just a skinny one. Which didn’t bother you at all. He was obviously self conscious about it, but sensitive and sweet otherwise. And you were sure that whatever was wrong with him, was fixed, he’d be just fine in no time. 

“So you don’t have an owner yet?” You asked as you pet down his head and back as he seemed to relax and melt into the soft corals were you two were laying, side by side on the little space between his nest site and yours. 

“No. All of my siblings do already. Ethel was going to hold me back into the micro-long term care tanks until the tests come back. But I don’t know if anyone will be willing to take me on if whatever might be wrong with me, costs a lot in medication. So chances are, I’ll either be a charity case or stay here at the center. And I’ve always been terrified I’d be culled because I wasn’t worth the investment in my care.” He confessed. 

“Oh poor Echonah. I’m so sorry you’ve felt that way and had to carry that mental burden. That’s not right or fair. Maybe it’s the stress from all that, that’s made this worse. But I’m sure once they have an answer and get you the care and attention and even medications that you need, you’ll be fine. It’s going to be ok. I’m sure it will be.” You reassured him. 

“But I hate to drag you down either. I don’t want you to feel like I’m keeping you from finding a better mate.” Echonah admitted before you kissed him sweetly. 

“Hush, stop that. All I wanted in a mate was someone who liked me for me. I’m not anything too special myself. And if you need extra help, then you need extra help. I’m sure if our positions were reversed, you’d probably be doing the same thing right? You wouldn’t look at a super skinny girl and think that she’s a lost cause would you?” You asked. 

“No.” He shook his head. 

“Well I don’t think you’re a lost cause either. You’re sweet and kind and caring. And that’s all I was looking for, was the personality. The body doesn’t matter much to me, even if that body needs extra care.” You reassured him before he used surprising strength to pin you down into the soft corals to kiss you and kiss you like a micro-merman starved as you practically melted into place. 

“You need these, and these and these.” He finally pulled himself away to get into his own bag and pulled out the most gorgeous pearl jewelry you had ever seen in your life, a choker, a necklace, a belt, arm bands and bracelets. 

“Oh my goodness.” You couldn’t help but giggle in delight as you were now more decked out in jewelry than you thought you’d ever be as you noticed that the seasilk used to make it was especially fine and silky and beautiful and looked like it had an iridescence too before you looked over at the half hung curtain and realized it was made from the same. 

“Is this your seasilk?” You asked. 

“Yeah, it’s really thin.” His shoulders rose in a little anxiety. 

“It’s gorgeous and really soft. You could probably make seasilk lace with it. And your owner could sell that for a fortune. 

“But I don’t know the patterns for it.” He admitted. 

“Then I’ll show you. But first we need to put up the rest of your curtain. So here. Use these for the rest of the border, I’ll go get us some lunch while you do.” You offered as you gave him a huge stack of your patches to use. 

“Thank you, Aurorahanna.” He thankfully took them. 

“Aura, just call me Aura, only my parents used my full name when I was in trouble.” You reassured him before you emptied your bag into the little cubby that was there as you offered anything and everything in it to him if he wanted any of it, but he insisted that the patches were already more than he could have ever hoped for before you left and used your spare set of daggers on another belt and put it under the belt that the pearls were on before you kissed him sweetly goodbye before you would leave to get him some brain or eyeballs from the head of that swordfish. 

“Ok, you can call me Echo for short then too, please be safe Aura.” He offered as he was happy and you could tell, practically love drunk just kissing you softly yet earnestly all the same. 

“You too, when you’re done, we’ll work on taking down this excess soft coral between your nest and mine so that it’s all one big nest, how’s that?” You offered. 

“You got it.” He reassured you. 

“Hey, have you ever had eyeballs or brains before?” You asked him. 

“No.” He shook his head no. 

“Oh they’re the most nutritious and fattiest parts of any animal, especially fish. So I’ll go get you some and I’ll try to wrap it in regular flesh just in case it doesn’t taste too good.” You offered. 

“I will eat anything you give me, I trust you.” Echo reassured you. 

“And I trust you.” You reassured him before you left and nearly got swarmed and bombarded by Echo’s sisters who recognized their brothers handiwork. 

“Oh may all the gods bless you, thank you so much for choosing Echonah, we were so worried about him! Thank you so much. We know he’s skinny but he’s the best possible mate as far as personality goes.” They all thanked you, as you could tell he was very beloved among his sisters at least as they were obviously very worried about him as his sisters were probably the prettiest girls in the tank. 

“You’re welcome. He’s great and you’re right about the personality part. He just needs extra care. And there’s nothing wrong with that. Actually I need help. Has he ever had an eyeball or brain or even liver or anything like that?” You asked them. 

“I don’t think so, those things usually don’t taste the best though.” They frowned.

“Well they’re the most nutritious parts of a fish. Can you help me harvest those on these fish for him? And perhaps the neck and throat and belly too since those are usually the best and fattiest meat on the fish too?” You asked hopefully.  

“For Echo and his mate? Anything.” They readily assured you as they all swam and helped you harvest the eyeballs at least from the girl’s swordfish since such things were already harvested from the boy’s already. So the girl’s swordfish was the only one available that was left. So all of you worked together to get the two eyeballs too. As well as all the throat and belly meat and liver and put them in their own bags which were actually on the small side. 

“So why are your courting gift bags so small?” You asked them. 

“We all agreed that until Echo got paired up, we wouldn’t pair up. And therefore didn’t think many would be interested in us once they saw him and think we’d have sons just like him.” They admitted. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry you’ve all felt that way. I take it, all of you are protective of him?” You asked. 

“Yeah, he’s our littlest brother and our big brothers teased him relentlessly that he’d be culled every time the employees would come to feed us so Echo would hide in the nest actually. And it made us really angry and really upset that they did that.” They all admitted. 

“Well point your other brothers out to me so that none of my sisters choose them.” You offered. 

“Only if you’ll do the same but for the opposite reason. Are your brothers as nice and sweet and caring as you?” They asked hopefully.  

“Well I guess so. Granted we didn’t have any runts or anything like that in our clutch. But my parents taught them to be good partners, both protective, yet caring, thoughtful, sensitive and helpful and to be very involved fathers and while they used to roughhouse a lot, they were never mean or cruel or anything like that.” You answered. 

“Can you please point them out to us?” They asked. 

“Of course, especially, once we get to this brain and give it to Echo, I’ll bring you all around to them, hopefully they’re still single.” You offered as you used your biggest dagger like a spike and a piece of gravel like a hammer to widen the entrance from the cord that connected the eyeballs to the brain that you had hollowed out as you sat in the now empty eye socket to do so with your bag with the eyeballs bulging from the bag and hanging from your tail as you used the bracelets to tie up your hair at least to keep it out of your face while you worked before there was an audible crack as the skull itself broke and the skull broke apart and revealed that sweet, fatty brain to you as you carved as much out of it as you could and put it in your bag. 

“Here, try. Tell me what you think.” You offered as you took the first hunk and sliced it up into bite sized pieces and passed them around as they looked unsure at first but once they took a tentative bite, then they practically inhaled it. 

“It’s so good! Like pure fat but better!” They all realized. 

“Yup. My father always fed my mother the liver, the eyeballs, the brains and the throats and bellies because he said those were the best parts and that my mother deserved the best because she’s the one who laid all the eggs and needed the extra nutrition from those parts.” You answered before they all awwed in adoration. 

“Ok, I will need help carting more of this back to Echo, could you please help me?” You asked before they all were eager to get a hunk of brain into their own bags for their brother along with the best pieces of the fish for him too while others got pieces of the leanest parts just in case it was too fatty for his taste buds too. 

“Oh sweet you got the brains!” A huge micro-merman praised when he heard the crack and came over to investigate as he had already devoured those parts from the skull of the boy’s fish himself and was coming over to feast on the girl’s one, thinking such delicacies would be overlooked and ignored. 

He was, at least five times the size of Echo. He was big, fat, but hulking practically. His fat overflowed most of his features actually. But you supposed he was kind of cute, in his own way.

“She did! Are you a brother of hers?” Echo’s sisters answered brightly before you paused and looked out at him curiously as you could see the fat practically dissolve off of him as he smelled like he had been practically rolling in brains himself. 

“Nope, no relation, at least that I know of.” You informed them. 

“Oh.” They nodded before they turned away from him to eagerly keep getting the hunks of brain you were slicing into as more and more of your body could fit into the brain’s compartment before you were able to carve out a space just for you in the skull itself and drop off hunks into the eye socket as his sisters took turns getting the hunks for Echo. 

“So I take it you’re introducing these lovely ladies to the best parts of the fish?” He guessed as he addressed you. 

“Yes, in a way. I'm harvesting them for my mate who needs them and these are my mate's sisters who are worried about him. My father always said these were the best parts and always gave them to my mother since producing and laying eggs was always the hardest on her body and he always wanted to make sure she was full and healthy whenever we ate and taught all of my brothers that the best way to take care of a mate was always offer the best of everything to her.” You beamed happily. 

“So when she’s done harvesting all of this for our brother, who needs this, she’s introducing us to her brothers.” Echo’s sisters told the newcomer before they closed in around the socket to take the new hunks of brain you were putting there. 

“Oh.” He said as he flushed and self consciously swiped the fatty residue off of his own arms and chest and dug into his chins to get the rest. 

“Mega!” Another micro-mermaid said as she came over to him and took refuge behind him. 

“Can you please tell this man to get lost? He won’t take my 'no' for an answer.” She pleaded with her biggest brother as Echo’s sisters were mortified that it was one of their other brothers. 

“That’s one of our brothers, Azal.” The closest sister muttered to you as they all glared at their brother. 

“You heard her! She said no! So go be a fish dick somewhere else!” Echo’s sisters yelled at him as they shoved him away themselves.  

“Oh shut up and go coddle Echo, wherever that runt is hiding out so he doesn’t get culled.” Azal sneered at them. 

You growled before you swam out of that skull and outright attacked him. 

“You blatant disrespectful bastard!” You screamed as you used the piece of gravel to hit him in the head repeatedly as Mega and his sister were stunned and Mega practically was ready to propose for that display of aggression and clearly - self defense. 

“Do you really think anyone gives a piece of fish shit what you- sea cucumber brained idiot thinks?!” You hollered as your brothers recognized your yell and came over to see you beating this guy before they intervened before you actually slit his throat or stabbed him to death. 

“Woah, woah, woah, Aurorahanna, woah. Easy!” Lauray said as he gently restrained you to keep from actually killing this bastard. 

“What did he do to you?” Your brothers asked worriedly as they checked you over for injuries but didn’t see any while Azal’s brothers came to make sure he was ok before they recognized the jewelry you were wearing and immediately connected the dots as to why and how you were wearing it. 

“Oh you dumb bitch! Really? You’re really going to fall for the most pathetic micro in the tank?” Azal’s brother’s taunted you. 

“Woah!” All your brothers were outright offended that you’d be insulted and were ready to beat this guy’s fins into the gravel. 

“He is not pathetic!” You and his sisters screamed angrily in unison. 

“He is sick and needs more medical attention than your tiny little sea cucumber brain can comprehend. He is already a hundred times the man you are. You’re his brother! You should be a good big brother and look out for him rather than make fun of him and scare him to death his whole life! The lot of you should be ashamed of yourselves! What? Your parents loved and cared for him more than they ever cared for you so you felt the need to take that out on him? Are all of you that petty in your jealousy?” You taunted right back just as angrily and just as defiantly as your brothers had to hold you back from actually finishing him off. 

“And your parents are so inbred that you and all of your siblings are stupid enough to dump your backwater genetics into deadends?” They taunted right back before Mega’s brothers who were only slightly smaller than himself came over to see you, covered in another micro’s blood and being held back by other males as it appeared you just beat the shit out of another micro but had overheard the exchange and came over to curiously investigate.

“Oh you motherfucker!” You wriggled out of your brother’s hold to throw your dagger at him and it lodged into his shoulder, but missed his heart as he screamed in pain and agony. 

“You psycho bitch!” Azlar’s brothers yelled before Mega’s brothers came between you and Azlar and his brothers. 

“Hey, you disrespected her and you disrespected her family. You got what you deserved.” They insisted as they surrounded Azlar and his brothers before Mega came and dislodged your dager, but not before twisting it and moving it around until he looked like a sea urchin spike had lodged itself into his shoulder. 

“Get lost and quit giving her and her family trouble or I will have no problems hunting each one of you tonight myself and handing your heads over to her for insulting her and her honor and her family’s honor.” Mega snarled before Azlar and his brothers slinked away before Mega handed you your blade back. 

“Are all your sisters like you?” Mega asked. 

“Yeah. Each one feistier than the last.” Lauray laughed as he gestured to where they had come to see what was going on. 

“And these are my brothers.” You told Echo’s sisters as well as all of Mega’s sisters eagerly began to take up with your brothers too as the two groups immediately started chatted each other up and began to immediately try to pair up before the sisters came and oohed and awed at the “curtain” Echo had made with all your patches as they dropped off all the food you had collected as Mega hung back to see what micro had captured the heart of the greatest female in the tank.

He could only smile bittersweetly to see the little scrawny, but otherwise very handsome guy. But you had been right. He did look sickly skinny but really nice and the smiles of adoration between the two of you made his heart twist and ache. Because the way you were with Echonah was what he had wanted for himself.

But seeing as how none of your sisters were left, he felt like he had missed his chance as every other micro female he looked out at just didn’t seem to compare. So he simply put his things in the next nest on the other side of you, hoping that one of Echo’s sisters would perhaps take an interest in him.

But they were already with all your brothers and practically competing with his own sisters for their attention. So he just dumped his bag of gifts and put them in the nest but otherwise went back to the skull and used his own tools to chip out a bigger opening for you to enter and excavate the skull of it’s brain as he filled one eye socket with a heavy rock to keep anyone else from entering and tunneling from the other side and stood guard over the other. 

Echo, tried, really hard to get over the ick of the eyeball. But he just, could not eat the eyeball itself, he was ok with eating the fatty flesh that surrounded it but the eyeball itself, he couldn’t do, but the brains, he readily gobbled that up. Never having anything that fatty before. 

“I’m gonna go get you some more.” You assured him as his sisters told him about what you had done and how much you had defended him against his brothers. Which was great because it showed how close and strong of a connection he had already made with you. And how deserving you were to wear all that beautiful jewelry he had made for you, that you graciously left there in the nest so it wouldn’t get harmed while you mined for more brains from the skull as Echo felt unworthy but grateful for it. 

“What are you doing?” You asked when you approached Mega when you saw the other eyeball was filled with a rock you couldn’t squeeze around. 

“Making sure your mate could get all the brains for himself. It looked like he needs it. I didn’t want anyone else taking the food supply you had already claimed for him.” Mega said as he graciously moved aside to show you that he had already cleared a way for you. 

“Oh, thank you.” You thanked him graciously. 

“You can go pair up with another, there’s not a whole lot left for me to get.” You answered as you took the eyeballs out of your sack but weren’t sure what to do with them. 

“He won’t eat those?” Mega asked. 

“No, he uh, he’s squeamish about them.” You admitted as you held them in your hand and looked at it a little dejectedly. 

“Have you ever eaten one?” He asked. 

“No. My mother always said that of all the acquired tastes, this was one of the hardest ones to acquire.” You said as you simply sat in the socket and still held the eye. 

“Here, do what I do.” He said as he took the eyeball very gently from your hands so you could get the other. 

“Now usually the liquid inside has a peculiar taste and texture, which if you’re not used to it, can be a little unsettling, cause it’s thick like goo. But, if you cut off the lens and the iris, and then cut the back of the eyeball up into strips, it doesn’t taste too different from much of anything else but it is extra nutritious.” He coached you as he gently took it from you to point to the various parts of it before he took his own dagger like shard and expertly pierced it and began to suck on the fluid inside before you did the same, making a face as you did so. It wasn’t so much the taste, as it was the texture. It wasn’t necessarily slimy, just, thick goo. 

“Taste bad?” He guessed as he read your overly adorable expression.

“It’s not necessarily the taste, it’s the texture.” You answered as you smacked your tongue and lips together as your face wasn’t sure if you liked it or hated it or what. 

“There’s nothing quite like it is there?” Mega asked with a grin. 

“No, no there isn’t. Jellyfish maybe?” You shrugged. 

“I wouldn’t know, I’ve never eaten one.” He shrugged before he finished off the liquid easily, sucking out the rest until the eyeball practically shrivled up on itself as you drank more of it, the taste and texture growing on you the more you did. 

“Ok, so we don’t need this outer lens, so cut this off.” He offered as he cut it off as you did the same, mirroring his movements before he cut the iris out too which you did the same. 

“Now, you take your blade you cut it into one long loop in a spiral.” He coached as you followed his movements as you did the same before you were both left with one long continuous strip of flesh which you both rolled back up before gave it to you. 

“Thank you Mega, for showing me this. I really appreciate it.” 

“It’s Omega actually. I was the born the runt too.” He admitted sheepishly. 

“Really?” You asked, in pleasant surprise, because he didn’t look like it. 

“Yeah, that’s Alpha, the first born son in my parent’s clutch. But because I was the runt, I was fed the eyeballs, the fattiest parts of the fish and the liver and heart and all that to help me catch up. And then not only did I catch up, I surpassed them. And then I just grew to really enjoy the taste of those things, so I just kept on indulging in them. Obviously.” He shrugged as he looked down at his own bulging belly rather shamefully as it was apparent, he too was self conscious about his own appearance too. 

“So, chances are, in a few cycles, your mate will catch up no problem.” Omega tried to reassure you. 

“Thank you. I really appreciate the reassurance.” You thanked him gratefully as he seemed to find an excuse to leave but was reluctant to. 

“Just, curious. Why did you pick your mate? Just so when I do find a mate, I can tell them what to try to make themselves out to be to catch any child of yours' eye.” He asked as you blushed prettily and bashfully and smiled fondly. 

“That someone is not their appearance, nor their health. Echo is sick. It’s plain for me to see. And the fact that his own brothers made fun of him and cruelly teased him for it. Just makes me think that maybe it wasn’t about Echo at all, it was about Echo getting all the attention from his parents and his sisters, leaving the other sons to- I guess, fend for themselves and it was obvious that their parents poured everything into Echo, not wanting him to be culled. But in doing so- ignored the whole other half of their clutch which wasn’t really fair to them either because obviously, they didn’t learn any kind of manners or decorum.” You sighed rather defeatedly as you simply laid down in the socket like a hammock as Omega came closer. 

“Obviously.” Omega readily agreed. 

“Obviously, your parents did though.” You appraised. 

“They tried. They mainly noticed how big I was getting and urged me that if I was going to be big, I should have as much muscle as I did fat. So they had me and my brothers regularly strengthen ourselves by moving all the parts of the tank around. 

“Wow.” You blinked in surprise. 

“I mean, it obviously worked.” You gestured to him, since you could clearly see there was huge, hulking muscle underneath the thick layers of fat. 

“Yeah, a little too well I think. Most of the girls looked at me and my brothers and thought we were gonna crush them I guess, even when our sisters showed that they were just as strong as we were and just as bulky and that we weren’t aggressive, just…big.” He admitted as he folded his arms over his chest, only accentuating how big they were even more before he looked over to see Echo’s brothers watching him closely. 

“Get in the skull. We’re being watched by the brothers of your mate, I don’t want to cause any problems between you two.” Omega urged you before he swam away towards them only to see them scatter as you leaned forward to see them do so and smiled sadly at Omega’s back, wishing there could be two of you. One for Echo and one for Omega only to find his bag with a message carved just inside where he had made room for you to show his bag. 

‘For the girl who has everything, may she always have everything she wants and needs and may this food help her mate make a full recovery.’ He carved into the skull before you saw his bag there with nothing but more shards of all kinds in here as you sat there, with the light filtering through the opening and looking at the carving and crying bittersweet tears. He was just as sweet and just as kind as Echo was. But just, vastly different body.

You managed to use the shards he left in his bag to carve out the rest of the remaining brains but spent extra time to weave something extra special for him as thanks for the message as you paused in watching him swim around rather aimlessly, most of the girls scattering the moment he had any kind of line of sight with them which broke your heart to see, feeling angry and upset that these other girls were doing by avoiding him. 

So you did something about it. You got his bag and brought it back to him. 

“I just wanted to say thank you again for all the help you gave me with helping me get the best food on the swordfish for my sick mate. You’re the best friend anyone could ever hope or want. Thank you. Here, I made you this. So that you can always have everything you need to protect your future mate from whatever dangers she might face. But with you as her mate, I doubt she would ever have to worry about much of anything.” You loudly said as you put one end of the large belt into one hand and swam around him to loop the large belt around his belly, hoping and praying you made it wide and long enough for him, with all of his shards placed into various spots as you had organized them and added extra flourishes to the handles too, hoping the other girls who were hiding behind the swordfish itself were hearing and watching you do so.

Then you surprised him with a gentle kiss to the cheek and hugged him as you felt like you could sink into the pillowy softness while be warmed by the heat radiating from his body while he did so as he gently but reverently hugged you back. 

“You’re welcome.” He replied. 

“No worries. The right one will see you for you. It’s not the form that counts, but the heart and soul beyond them.” You reassured him in turn.

You reluctantly had to pull yourself away from him as he too seemed reluctant to let you go before he forced himself to withdraw only to feel frozen still as he watched you swim away with a sweet smile and unshed tears glazing your eyes over your shoulder. He could only smile bittersweetly as tears glazed his own eyes as you swam back to find Echo.

But when you did, he was no longer eating the brains, but simply sitting there, looking rather despondent. 

“Echo? Are you ok?” You asked him. 

“Are you coming back to just collect your things?” He asked. 

“What? No. I came back with the rest of the brain for you, like I said was going to.” You answered. 

“Really? With Mega?” He asked as there was an edge to his voice, apparently his brothers had seen it and came to plant seeds of doubt into his mind. 

“No. There was no way for Omega to fit in there with me. He helped me make the hole for me to access the rest of the brain easier but otherwise he kept guard over it for me so no other would harvest it before I could. Then once I came, he left me to work gathering the rest on my own. He even let me borrow his special shards to do so. So I just got done returning them to him. And now I’m back.” You explained. 

“So you’re not leaving me for him?” Echo asked. 

“No, not unless you want me to leave. Do you want me to leave?” You asked, just as hurt and wounded as he was. 

“My brothers are right. I’m a deadend…” He began before you grabbed him by the shoulders and grasped them firmly. 

“No you’re not Echonah! You are not a deadend. You never were and you never will be.” You reassured him as you shook his shoulders to try to shake some sense into him after you put the bag down and knelt in front of him before you moved your hands and reached out to grab his hollowed out cheeks with your hands and cradle them gently and reverently in your hands, your thumbs rubbing over the apples of his cheeks wiping his tears away that were starting to fall away. 

“Just because they say that lie over and over and over again, doesn’t make it true. Your brothers are jealous jerks who were jealous of the affectionate attention you got from the rest of your family.” You tried to justify.

“What affectionate attention?” Echonah frowned. 

“Your parents didn’t shower you with affectionate attention, trying to help you get better instead of being decent parents to your other brothers?” You asked before he shook his head no. 

“Not really. My dad said ‘if he lives, he lives, if he dies, he dies’. My sisters are the only reason I got to live at all because it was only my mother and my sisters who took care of me and fed me. My dad showered my brothers with all the other love and attention and affection while my mother tried to teach my sisters what to look for in a mate, using me as a physical example of what to avoid.” He admitted as it was your turn to look horrified and gutted at that revelation. 

“Oh good gods, please tell me that you’d never raise any of our children like that.” You pleaded with him. 

“No.” He shook his head adamantly. 

“Oh good, thank you so much.” You thanked him as you clung to him and held him as he clung to you so tightly, you feared he was going to break his own arms clinging to you like that. 

“Gods, I was so worried you’d take one look at the biggest micro in the tank and second guess your decision and decide to renege.” Echo admitted. 

“No, never. I chose you. You chose me. That’s all there is to it right?” You reminded him. 

“But what if there is nothing wrong with me and this is just the way I am going to always be?” He asked. 

“Then so be it. My parents told me, that the secret person of the heart and soul matters more than the body they inhabit. And that looks can be very deceiving. Omega right now is fighting to prove he isn’t a brute, because most micros in here take one look at him and his size and his big belt with many shards of all kinds. And that’s not true. The truth is…” Your voice grew thick with emotion. 

“The truth is, he was born a runt just like you. Only his parents did everything they could to make sure he caught up by eating the very same foods I’m feeding you. Only he grew accustomed to the very acquired tastes and then he not only caught up, but surpassed all of his siblings and then some.  Which means these foods will help you. So then his parents urged him and all his siblings to build strength if they were going to be big, might as well be strong right? That’s all. He is just as nice and sweet as you are. And yes, he was a great friend to me today by guarding the rest of the brain until I could get back there and lended me his tools to do so. All so I could do so- for you. He told me plainly he has no interest in causing trouble for me or get in between us. He respects me and my decision about you. Which is a mark of greatness on his own character that he would even go that far. That’s all it was, he was just being a friend to help me with my mate, which is what and who you are. But that’s all he can be because I have you and I’m perfectly happy and content with you. You, kind of called dibs. Finders keepers right?” You recalled with a small laugh which got him to finally ease up. 

“Besides, you are trying to prove that you’re not a deadend, which you aren’t. You just need the tender loving care you are owed as a person and a sentient being.  And I’m determined to be that person who gives you that. Even if you weren’t given that as a basic right that any and all children should have from their parents. And hopefully you’ve learned from your own parent’s examples of how not to be a parent. Right?” You implored as he laid back on the soft pillowy corals and happily had you lay over him as you pet his head and this super soft, silky yet fine hair. 

“Right.” Echo nodded. 

“So don’t worry. Besides, I don’t know if you heard, but I did throw a dagger into your bitch ass brother for talking shit. Because I was taught that if you ‘talk shit get hit’. And so he got hit. Hard. And had my own brothers not held me  back, I probably would have killed your brother. Which I don’t know if you would have ever forgiven me or what about that. But he’s still alive and for the first time, he got what was coming to him.” You insisted. 

“He was just repeating what my father always said.” Echo admitted. 

“Well then your dad shouldn’t have been a father. Being a parent means you love all of your children. Even if they are gifted, talented, special or need special attention and as a parent, it's their duty to get their child's extra special needs met. And while we are protected, in a way- from inbreeding, things still happen. And usually in the wild, it’s the survival of the fittest. But that’s the beauty of being in domestication. Is that we have evolved and advanced so much farther than that kind of thinking. Besides, all it should have taught you is how to be kind. How to be creative. How to be smarter than any and all of your siblings. Surviving such an incredibly hard environment with hostile siblings and parents. Which means you’re very resilient to survive such things. So now, don’t worry about surviving. Just rest. And know that I’m not going anywhere. And that as long as you draw breath, I’ll be by your side, no matter what.” You reassured him before he couldn’t help it and kissed you deeply before you started to mate but he finished way before you did and because he was so thin, his cock was thin like he was. 

“I’m so sorry My Love.” Echo apologized as he rested over you. 

“It’s ok. We’ll get there and get better, practice makes perfect right?” You tried to encourage him as you did your best to bury your disappointment. Surely once he would get the TLC he needed, he would get better, just, not right now perhaps, as he laid beside you and soon fell asleep. 

“I’m sorry Aura.” You heard a whisper before you partially rolled over to see Omega in the next nest over, still alone, barely fitting in his own nest actually. 

“For what?” You whispered back. 

“He couldn’t get you- your pleasure. That sucks. For all you did for him today, he owed you that much at least.” Omega murmured softly. 

“It’ll get better. He just needs time and practice. No one starts out being an expert.” You tried to excuse. 

“No but he should also learn to use what he has to his advantage, the guy still has two hands and a mouth, he could have used those before he fell asleep.” Omega noted.

“What?” You asked as you laid on your back to see him better. 

“My father always used all three to please my mother. So she got three pleasures for every single one he got.” Omega revealed. 

“Lucky woman.” You hummed. 

“When he wakes up, I can try to teach him if you’d want me to.” Omega offered. 

“Please?” You requested. 

“Sure, just one thing.” Omega began before he moved from his nest into yours. 

“What?” You asked as just his presence so close was making your heart race as you couldn’t help but wonder if he was just as well endowed in his manhood as the rest of his body was. 

“I have to learn you first so I can teach him how to please you right.” Omega murmured. 

“Oh but…” You started to contest as you did not want to be unfaithful to Echo. 

“I promise not to cum in you, all of your eggs will still be fertilized by Echo. I’m just going to give you pleasure with my mouth and hands, that’s all. Then once I learn you, I can teach him how to please you in the future, just in case he doesn’t get bigger and better.” Omega reassured you. 

“Ok.” You caved as you made sure Echo was wrapped up in both his blanket and yours and comfy before Omega gently reached around your waist and pulled you flush to his chest before he left the most tender and loving kisses on your neck and shoulder as you melted into him while one of his hands wrapped around your chest to caress your breasts while the other reached into your sex.

Just his fingers were bigger than Echo’s manhood as they found that nub that elicited the greatest pleasure before his fingers swirled and tapped around before delving deeper and before you knew it, he had stuffed his whole hand into you and found a second spot that you didn’t know was there as the heel of his hand continued to rub and swirl around your nub while his fingers practically danced around that inner spot.

You hazily realized that his own cock was pinned between your rear and his own belly. Your assumptions that it matched the rest of him was right. He felt huge, to the point, you’d doubt he’d fit at all into you. But his mouth on your neck and shoulder and whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you were completely surrounded yet, in a way filled, with love and affection as he seemed pour all he had into you and in mere moments you nearly bit your tongue in half to try not to scream in pleasure and instead whimpered rather pitifully as you ground into his hand to ride out the epic orgasm before your whole body relaxed as pleasure soaked every millimeter of your body. 

“Good?” Omega asked as he had kept an eye on Echo to make sure he didn’t wake up for any of it. 

“Great.” You whispered, a pleasured smile plastered on your face. 

“Well good, that’s one, lets get two.” Omega insisted before you rolled your head and just needed one kiss. Just one. Just to indulge in the 'might have been'. He tasted amazing and your whole body was eager to take in every drop of love and affection his body was willing to give you.

His mouth soon pulled away to kiss his way down your body before his mouth stopped at your already engorged sex that was starting to deflate as he wiped all the mucus that always coated the sex during mating to keep the sex clean from the surrounding water. The moment he had it sloughed off and moved by his tail fin to his own nest before he buried his face into your sex and began to eat in a way you had never thought possible.

You nearly yelled, both in shock that it would feel so good yet delight as you had to use both of your hands to clamp over your mouth to keep any noise from leaving your mouth but a whimpering keen still escaped through your nose as his mouth lapped and sucked and gently nipped at your bud before his hands returned as he was able to get not one, but both into you as you realized, there wasn’t just one spot, but two, one behind your nub on the inside of the pouch in the entrance and one below it on the bottom.

Omega made a deep rumbly noise that your ears barely heard but you definietly felt in your bones that only made you arch yourself into his mouth, wanting more while your hands went to his hair and grabbed fistfulls of it while your body writhed in pleasure. You did your best to stamp your voice down and as pleasure stuck you too many times for you to keep track of. But you enjoyed every peak, wanting each one to last forever, or at least just one small eternity while you could smell Omega’s pheromones in the water as he released his seed into the soft corals beneath you Since his tail wrapped under your own before you realized your back entrance opened up to suck his ssed in before you could stop it. 

In all mermaid biology, because there were no legs to open to reveal a womanly canal. Mermaids had two entrances for thier womb. A front entrance, usually large enough to accommodate one cock, or even two, three at the most. It was uncomfortable but could be done. And usually during a mating ball, that’s when the back entrance opened up and it was a much larger entrance, meant to accommodate at least three to five cocks all by itself. Usually the back entrance had a flap, usually put in the down position to allow waste to exit the body. But in cases of mating balls, the flap could lift up to reveal the backside of the accordion-like structure of the egg pouch so that the eggs could be fertilized both from the front and the back.

And that is what just happened. Your back entrance instinctually opened and sucked in Omega’s seed anyway. Omega’s features were vastly different than those of Echo’s. There was no way you were going to be able to hide the fact that some of your eggs just got fertilized by Omega. 

“Fuck.” You gasped. 

“What?” Omega asked. 

“My back entrance opened and sucked all your seed in.” You gulped as you flushed and all the previous pleasure replaced itself with panic and guilt. 

“Whoops.” Omega grimaced as his face and chest was completely covered in your essence and pheromone rich mucus as he looked, actually quite funny as you couldn’t help but laugh as he tried to scrape it off with his hands. 

“I should uh, get back to uh, Echo.” You tried to move yourself away. 

“Yeah, yeah, sweet dreams.” Omega said as he moved himself off of you so you could go back to your mate as you used the soft corals to try to clean yourself up too before you returned to Echo’s side who was still sleeping so soundly.

You felt guilty for him being none the wiser as you enveloped him in your arms as his bony face used your breast as his pillow as you ran your fingers through his hair and felt could do nothing but pray the eggs that got exposed to Omega’s sperm were already fertilized by Echo but watching your belly be so much larger than it was only moments before, you doubted that. You knew that probably Omega's sperm just fertilized twice as many eggs as Echo’s sperm did. Fuck. How were you going to explain this to him as you fell into a fitful sleep.

Come morning, you woke up alone, wrapped in blankets, both your own, Echo’s and a third that was distinctly Omega's judging by the scent. You damned yourself for burying your face into Omega's and taking in a deep breath as flashes of your lustful union blissfully tortured your memory as you were now no longer in Echo’s nest, but yours as you realized, the spaces between Echo’s nest, yours and Omega’s were now all openned up and just one huge nest. 

“Good morning Beautiful.” Echo and Omega greeted you before they both came into yours with huge bags of food for all three of you to eat and share. 

“Good morning.” You answered as you grabbed your top and tried to fit into it only to find that your breasts, along with your egg pouch had both grown quite considerably overnight as it was obvious the eggs, were now fertilized and now speedily developing inside you. 

“Won’t fit?” Echo asked as he watched your face blush darker and harder the more you wrestled in the blankets to get into your seashell bra that barely covered anything now.

“Uh, no, no it won’t.” You admitted.  

“Here. We made you this then.” Echo offered as he pulled something from just out of your view and showed it to you as you recognized it was a blend of Omega’s seasilk and Echo’s. Echo’s seasilk was on one side and Omega’s offered more structure and support while Echo’s offered comfort as you put it on and realized it contained your now bountiful bosom quite nicely. 

“We?” You repeated. 

“Yeah. We worked together on it. So listen, I was woken up early by Macy, the pairing tank manager and she gave me some news, some good news and bad news.” Echo began. 

“Which was? What’s the bad news?” You asked. 

“That I’m suffering from hyperthyroidism. And that I need to start taking medication for it. And that if the medications doesn’t fix it, I will need to have surgery.” Echo informed you as your eyes grew wide in fear. 

“So that’s the bad news. Here’s the good news.” Echo began with a sweet reassuring smile that showed he wasn’t that upset by such news. 

“So, all of your brothers double mated.” Echo began as you blinked in surprise. 

“They what?” You balked. 

“Yeah, apparently, each of them took one of my sisters.” Echo began. 

“And one of mine.” Omega revealed as he was already digging into the blood line flesh from the tuna that had been dropped into the tank that morning since Echo was woken up early, Omega had woken up too and helped Echo figure everything out. 

“Oh.” You answered as you wrapped your head around that. 

“Which actually worked out because this mating session was girl heavy anyway, but since a whole clutch of males double mated, that meant that now the only males who don’t have a mate are the rest of my brothers.” Echo revealed as you couldn’t stop but smile happily at that news. 

“Good.” You nodded in understanding. 

“And my sisters and his sisters get along really well and are happy to share your brothers with the other. And frankly your brothers are over the moon to have both. So we have a question for you.” Omega began before he looked at Echo to initiate asking it.

“Would you want to double mate too?” Echo asked you and you were beyond shocked and just stared rather blankly yet in disbelief as you looked between them. 

“Look, here’s why I want you to.” Echo began. 

“I know I have a lot going on with me and my health and if I don’t survive surgery, then you’re out of a mate and left to raise a clutch by yourself and I don’t want that.” Echo explained. 

“But what if you respond to the medications and don’t need surgery in the first place? Isn’t that the worst case scenario?” You asked.

“It is. But it's still a strong possibility, which is why we need to talk about it. If I do, then at least you have Omega. And if I don't then you can hopefully be happy with both of us. But, in the meantime, it’s obvious, there’s still a ton I have left to learn, especially about how to happily and properly please my mate. Which I’ll happily learn, over and over again until I figure it out. But it’s too much to ask of you to sacrifice yourself and your own health to take care of clutch after clutch of eggs while also taking care of me. And honestly, you deserve to have the love and adoration of an entire clutch of males.” Echo began. 

“But I don’t want…” You began to argue. 

“But you do want both of us. Right? And both of us want you too. We both love you. We both are happy to share you with each other. Omega can take care of the both of us and a huge clutch of eggs, probably all by himself. I mean look at him.” Echo said as he gestured to Omega who laughed around his already bulging cheeks. 

“And you’re not upset or betrayed or…?” You asked Echo. 

“Nope. Relieved honestly. Because if there was anyone I would and could ever trust to take care of you the way I want to and the way you deserve to, it’s Omega. Plus he’s being put on a special diet to bring his weight down and bring my weight up. So really, it’s us that need each other to balance each other out and for you, you deserve the perfect mate, even if it takes the two of us to give it to you.” Echo reassured you. 

“Really?” You asked, as tears began to well in your eyes as you wanted to pinch yourself because this was almost too good to be true and more than you ever thought you could ask for. 

“Really.” Echo and Omega answered. 

“So, just…the three of us? Together? Happily ever after? No guilt or bad feelings or jealousy or resentment or…?” You tried to ask them, making sure they were still perfectly ok with it. 

“No bad feelings, only good.” Omega reassured you. 

“Oh thank you.” You thanked them as you hugged them both at the same time and were just so happy and over the moon that you literally got to have them both!

And before you knew it, you were in a mating ball, all between you, Omega and Echo. Omega reached around you and put his fingers over your womanly mound and finally between Omega’s fingers, and Echo’s cock, it was just right. And your rear opening was happy to flip up and to feel all of Omega’s cock finally slide into it, as it was actually a perfect fit for him as you were happy that between Echo’s hold on your waist and one breast while Omega had a hold of your pussy from the front and the other breast and between both of their mouths on you and both of them assuring you and reassuring you of their whole hearted love, and devotion and affection before they moved and actually kissed each other which both intrigued and thrilled you to see for you as it was clear that they both liked it each other both for your sake and yet for their own as well. Which you supposed was a good thing if the three of you were going to be living together and cohabitate happily. 

Omega got you to cum from the top spot just as Echo got the bottom spot to get you to orgasm too before they both filled you full, Omega getting all the folds that Echo hadn’t already gotten himself and you were beyond happy, pleasured and satisfied, leaving you in the middle between them as they both hugged you and each other as Omega’s arm was the perfect pillow for you and for Echo. 

“That, that was way better than last time.” Echo grinned as you and Omega laughed. 

“Yeah,” you both readily agreed.

Once you all recovered, you were happy to eat what they had gotten before it was announced that all paired and mated couples- to please get ready to go as all of you got all of your things and waited as you saw all your sisters happily wait with Omega’s brothers while your brothers were happy with their pair of wives as they were all wore big happy smiles before you, Omega and Echo were picked up and put into a special home that was clearly meant to to keep the three of you in a kind of tank that was both meant to be something of a micro-mermad hospital but also for a mated pairs so that Echo could start treatment for his ailment while Omega got on a diet. 

And to your utter relief, Echo responded very well to the medication and didn’t need to have the surgery. Before the three of you got moved to Mandy's home since Mandy was Ethel's go to for special micro care. Mandy's collection housed all of the other micros who had special needs, either health, like diabetes or other ailments. And Ethel subsidized all of Mandy's medication needs and dietary needs of her collection. And while all of Echo's kids would have to be marked to keep an eye out for hyperthyroidism in the future, otherwise they'd be perfectly fine and perfectly healthy.

And by the time you were ready to finally birth the clutch. both Echo and Omega looked perfectly healthy, even though Omega’s size was still bigger than that of Echo but otherwise they had both evened out gorgeously and you couldn’t be happier about it. Now most of Omega's fat had been exersized and dieted away, but left a vast majority of his bulk and strength and they were both given great bills of health.

And watching both of them working together, especially as you laid in the nest as they took turns in putting each precious egg into it's socket with the perfect amount of incubation goo to stick them together and into the socket. 

And when the eggs hatched, they were happy to call Omega ‘Big Daddy’ and Echo ‘Skinny Daddy’. And thanks to you having two very loving mates meant that everyone had two fantastic and excellent examples of what great fathers could be and what to look for in perfect mates, but not in physical attributes, but in mind, heart and soul. Because that's where a person's true nature was, and if that was beautiful or handsome, the rest of them wouldn't and shouldn't matter and to that they needed to look past physical appearances to see the true person of the heart beyond them.