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Kink support also includes supporting kinksters who want to be the top in that specific kink

"surely op couldnt be talking about -" I am.

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the shit you people deem "erotica" is mindblowingly bad i think you gotta start over from square one and learn to jack off to real people again

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Dragons Fucking Car I (Relief), 2016     Jon Rafman

White Carrara Marble 152 x 126 x 20 cm 59 7/8 x 49 5/8 x 7 7/8 in                                    

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i kept calling it his shoulder bc i didn't know what the fuck else to call it. His clavicle? he doesn't have any goddamn bones.

Specks of Dust in Hallowed Halls

Part 3; Small Figure in a Vast Expanse

Part 2 is here!

Hey everybody! This is my first time ever writing smut, and I like to think I did a good job. I hope you'll agree. I did my very best to keep reader gender neutral, at the expense of not being able to dive into detail. That said, this part is quite obviously 18+ Flavour of the day is mutual masturbation~

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If you hadn't felt so, so safe you would have been terrified.

Naked, you were lying miles above the surface of a foreign planet. Instinct told you to be wary of prying eyes, of unseen danger. You were exposed. You were vulnerable.

And yet, you were safer than you had ever been. The warm expanse beneath you, vast and strong, loved you. And you loved it- loved him. So despite the instincts pressing at your mind, you continued.

In preparation for this moment, you and your titanic lover had devised a plan- one simply had to, with a love like this. He had managed to route his optic input to your phone so that you could see what he saw, and integrated your phone's camera into his own network. He could see your perfect face more closely than ever before- every stunning detail burned into his spark.

And when you looked over to your phone, propped up next to you on the vastness of his shoulder, you couldn't help the heat rushing to your face and to your core. In Metroplex's gargantuan servo was his spike, massive and monolithic in stature against the blurry backdrop that was Cybertron.

You tried to imagine yourself next to it, on top of it, but your tiny human mind couldn't quite parse just how large it truly was.

And suddenly, you heard a great, deep rumbling. The sound seemed to emanate from the very air around you, vibrating you down to your bones. You knew what it was, even so intense so as to be all-consuming. It was the voice of your lover.

"Are you ready?"

You positioned your toy at your entrance and whispered back a breathy confirmation.

He began stroking himself, achingly slowly. You briefly considered starting rough with your own toy, but you wanted him to take the lead. You honestly weren't sure how much experience he had- no point in frightening him or making him feel bad by finishing first.

So with agonizing restraint, you pushed your toy up into yourself, imagining it was him. Your Metroplex. You knew that he was thinking of you, too. With every powerful stroke of his massive servo, he was picturing how soft your body was compared to his own.

You would be lying if you said you never imagined something like this. Heat singing through you from both inside and out, grunts that would have been soft now loud enough to echo across the expanse of his broad body stirring you further.

You looked up at his face and then down at your phone and all at once, it happened. You couldn't help but think about the sheer size of him, of both how tiny and inconsequential you were in comparison but also about the power you wielded in that moment.

It was all because of you.

As your raspy breaths mixed with his deep and powerful groans you knew this ancient titan was yours. His spike was so large you could easily slip inside it, and yet you were in control of it.

That thought combined with your toy sent you into overdrive. You started slamming your toy against your most sensitive spot and using your other hand to pleasure yourself. Judging by the whirring of thousands of fans and the speed with which Metroplex was stroking himself, he was close, too.

His spike was weeping fluid. You were weeping with pleasure. And as you climaxed, so did he.

A sound like the roar of a wildfire bursting to life tore itself free from your lover, and you let loose your own howl. The waves of your own pleasure were carried by the vibrations of his voiced rolling through you and the rhythmic pulsing of his beating spark under you.

After he had taken some time to collect himself, he turned his gaze to your minuscule form. His optics could not be budged from you, seeking to take in what just the thought of him had done to your body. Still venting, he managed to smile at you, a smile that made you feel like you had hung the stars in the sky just for him. As he continued to gaze at you, you found yourself believing that you would if he asked you to.

Suddenly, you got a text from a Cybertronian friend of yours, the mechanic in charge of Metty's checkup.

'Aaaand with that, the tune-up is complete! Thanks for making sure his spike still works!'

Still caught up in the afterglow, the two of you couldn't help but laugh. What an absurd pair you two were- a city and a mite that crawled its halls.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

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by neungsonie

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I think we as a society should revisit the idea of armpits having holes you can do stuff with

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when i was a kid i used to play linerider and I would set my vehicle to the cube and draw a dragon eating me with like intestines and stuff so like. the signs were there early on

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dragon holding your face against its cloaca as it gets turned on, the thin tip pressing into your mouth as you start sucking, excited because you expected it to be a lot worse

but it just keeps going - slit fluttering against your face as inch after inch of slimy serpent cock worms its way into your mouth, pressing deeper and deeper until you can't breathe around it, reaching your stomach and curling to fit more in. when you put a hand on your belly you can feel the massive prehensile cock moving inside you

you try to pull away and the other one spirals around your neck, holding you close as the dragon cums, cock in your throat somehow thickening further as it fills you, forcing your stomach to stretch around the sheer volume of fluid it dumps into you, which eventually sprays up and out your nose because it has literally nowhere else to go

its cocks retract and you just lay on its hips, desperately gasping for air and coughing the fluid out of your throat

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"oh vore isn't a kink for me :) it's a comfort fantasy thing, it's more about the intimacy of being so close to your partner" buddy wait until you hear about every fucking kink ever

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Feel the cosmos.

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Imagine waking up to find yourself in a bedroom that should be yours, but there's something ever-so-slightly off about it. The furniture is bigger than you remember, from the bed to the drawers, and you wonder if you've been shrunk down somehow. Each step you take feels strange, like you've done this before yet haven't at the same time. The more you walk, the more certain of that you become. The floor feels too new. That lamp was easier to reach yesterday.

Where are the doors?

Then you hear something more reassuring: it's your villainous F/O, entering through a door that you know wasn't there previously but you aren't going to complain. Your lover surveys the surroundings and smiles down at you, and you've never felt this small compared to them before. You think...you're starting to like it, even if you won't admit it.

"What do you think?" your F/O asks, crouching down ever so slightly to enhance the optical illusion you've found yourself in. "As I recall, you did say you wanted a new way to feel helpless around me."

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currently only wearing a yellow and pink glowstick necklace. nothing else

i feel so powerful

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made a new sticker design the other day

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so good at sexting

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Lab rat pet play. Subjecting you to stimuli for my experiment. Or not. Depends on whether you're in the control group. I can't tell you.