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Impulse and Bdubs, well mostly Bdubs, had thrown a Hermit party at Pixelpulse City, their big project for the season.

He was a bit tipsy from the drinks from various other Hermits who’d brought alcohol. Keralis brought something he did not trust because he knew Keralis.

Mumbo on the other hand had drunk two, plus a glass of X’s End wine, and a glass of whatever Cub brought, he thinks. It was a lot for the vampire, who was a lightweight on a good day and he saw those eyebags under his maroon eyes.

“G~” Mumbo said, voice slurred, more emotionally relaxed, and less anxious.

“What can I do for you Mums?” He asked amused.

“You’re really pretty,” Mumbo said.

He flushed a bit, “Thank you.” He took a sip of his normal overworld hard cider. He really couldn’t stand the taste of wine or hard liquor generally because of his high school drinking problem but he liked hard cider, just had to pace himself.

Mumbo leaned closer whispering into his ear, “I just want to devour you.”

Oh Void, flirty Mumbo, flirty confident Mumbo, he stared, a little blue screen, but he did recover, challenging, “Yeah?”

He was suddenly against the wall Mumbo crowding in front of him.

Fuck that was hot, like really hot.

“Yeah,” Mumbo confirmed before pressing their lips together.

They needed to get a room, he thought as he wrapped his arms around Mumbo’s neck.

Mumbo was more demanding, swiping his tongue over his lips asking for his allowance to explore his mouth.

The moment his mouth opened Mumbo was there stealing the breath from his lungs.

When they broke apart he was breathing heavily and Mumbo bent down further to press kisses and little bites to his neck.

They were in a back corner of the party but they were still out in the open and he’d seen a few Hermits on the ace spectrum with their not up for anything accessories, and he knew Mumbo would be embarrassed about it forever.

“Come on, one of our bases,” He said, still breathless.

Mumbo’s next bite was a bit harder in a silent protest.

It’d be so easy to sink into everything, to give in, but he had to be the level headed one, he was in charge of making sure no one was uncomfortable, “Not a choice Bo, either we pick a base or we don’t do anything.”

Mumbo whined, displeased.

“I know, come on,” He said, setting the last of his drink on a random side table and tugging Mumbo towards the exit on the closer to the mountain side.

He waved to both Bdubs and Impulse as they left. Impulse was surrounded by the rest of ZITS and Bdubs was all but hanging of Doc with Etho, Beef, and Ren watching them amused.

Mumbo’s base was closer so that was his goal, they just had to get through Joel’s base.

Mumbo kept pulling him into kisses and it was getting harder and harder to pull away.

Once they got into Mumbo’s base proper he let Mumbo back him into a wall again, pressing a thigh between his legs.

“Fuck Mumbo,” He said once Mumbo went back to assaulting his neck with kisses and bites.

Mumbo’s hips jerked forward a bit.

“Just can’t keep your hands off me huh?” He teased, more than a little breathless as Mumbo began to grind his leg up a bit into his clit.

“So pretty,” Mumbo whispered into his skin.

Mumbo pressed his thigh further into his clit, “Shit Mumbo.”

Mumbo was insistent, not letting up, not giving him a moment to think as the vampire grinded his leg up into him.

“Mumbo,” He tried to swallow him moans, “I’m gonna cum.” In his pants.

Mumbo did stop, in fact it only seemed to double his resolve. A slight smirk pressed into his skin.

“Come on Mums,” He pleaded.

Mumbo did not care about his pleading, they both knew the safe words and he wasn’t saying them.

Void they were out in the open, anyone could fly by and see them, pressed against the wall of one of Mumbo’s builds, still fully clothed, grinding like teenagers.

It was far hotter than it had any right to be.

But Mumbo was so turned on that he was willing to do this in the open, not hidden away in a bed room.

Or at least inside, you know four walls of some sort and a ceiling not that he minded, he just probably needed to get Mumbo drunk more.

His head knocked into the wall as he came, grinding down on Mumbo’s leg.

Mumbo worked him through it but put a bit of distance between them as he caught his breath.

He took in Mumbo’s face as he came down Mumbo’s eyes were a bit glassy and his cheeks were flushed. He glanced down and there was a prominent tent in Mumbo’s pants.

He smirked, “Want some help with that?”

“Please,” Mumbo said, pathetically, words still just a hair slurred.

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Bdubs had invited him over to his base and he spend the first half hour just talking about Bdubs builds and plans and such.

Then Bdubs brought him inside and offered him a deal he really couldn’t turn down.

Bdubs had been offering half hour building help sessions for years but they were 20 diamonds per half hour. Sure, sometimes you’d get him on a roll for free but, unless you were Etho, if you wanted uninterrupted, focused Bdubs help the price was 20 diamonds. (to be fair most builders had something similar but Bdubs was the one offering a deal)

The deal was a free half hour session for every time he got edged.

He’d agreed without truly thinking it through and so now he was three denied orgasms deep and he was hypersensitive. To cum he just had to beg Bdubs to let him but he was determined to last at least one more time.

He’d say at least Bdubs was also edging himself but that was a lie. The cum slowly dripping down his thighs proved that.

Bdubs was still inside him, currently unmoving, lips pressing kisses along his jaw.

“‘Dubs,” He complained quietly.

“Are we ready to beg yet pretty bird?” Bdubs asked.

He shook his head.

A chuckle accompanied the, “Thought so,” as Bdubs began to grind their hips together again.

He whimpered quietly as he held tightly to Bdubs.

“You know I’m not a mind reader G, you gotta use your words,” Bdubs said.

He whined high in his throat while shaking his head.

Bdubs chuckled again, “If you’re sure.” The glare hybrid’s hips pulled back before snapping back into him.

He moaned helplessly clenching down around him.

Bdubs was quick to return to the brutal pace he’d been using before, nailing his his g-spot on every thrust.

He lost hi thoughts in the pleasure racing up his spine when their hips met.

Bdubs was back to mouthing around his neck, sucking and kissing over the marks he’d left earlier.

It was becoming hard to ignore the renewed knot of pleasure in his stomach.

Bdubs smirked against his skin before saying, “Doing so good for me. I can’t wait to tell everyone what a-mazing self control you have with the right motivation.” Bdubs’ voice was breathless though he managed not to groan.

“No-no one will believe you,” He managed out between his one swallow breaths and moans.

Bdubs hummed, “But they’ll at least try it once and then well, your secret will be out Pretty Bird.”

“Fuck-fuck you,” He said.

Bdubs laughed pressing a kiss to his cheek, “Pretty sure I’m fucking you actually.”

He groaned in a mix of exasperation and pleasure.

One of Bdubs’ hands shifted to adjust where his leg was sitting, adjusting hip hips for him so they didn’t get nearly as sore as he could be.

Void, did he love every single hermit so, so much.

He tightened his grip on Bdubs and got out a warning of, “Close, s-stop.”

Bdubs thrusted in and stilled, “Oh, what a good boy. Number four.”

Tears ran down his cheeks as the edge slipped away from him, a mix of his own stubbornness and Bdubs pining his hips down making sure of that.

Bdubs cooed down at him, “Such a good boy, asking to stop, communicating with me.” Bdubs kissed him gently and once he pulled back asked, “Color?”

He breathed in before answering, “Green, ‘m good ‘Dubs.”

Bdubs’ thumbs massaged the dip of his hips as he stayed still and smiled, “Just tell me when.”

He breathed and mentally decided that was the last time be was going to be edged today.

Bdubs trailed kisses from his collarbone to behind his ear.

He took a deep breath before he let everything spill out, “Let me cum, please let me cum, please.”

Bdubs pressed another kiss to the skin behind his ear, “Whatever you want Pretty Bird.” Bdubs’ hips pulled back and they were off to the races again, this time with Bdubs not having to stop unless something went wrong.

He was grinding his hips down in as much rhythm with Bdubs’ thrusts as his hypersensitive body and fucked out mind could.

Bdubs smirked again and shifted his grip on his hips and teasingly trailed his fingers against his clit.

“Void-shit,” He mumbled out, pressing as close as he could.

Bdubs grinded circles into him, more or less against the grain of his thrusts.

He threw his head back and moaned out loud, desperate for the blissfulness of finally falling over the edge.

“Such a good boy Pretty Bird,” Bdubs said, “And such a beautiful voice as you’re singing for me.” How Bdubs was managing to talk through all his groans, he didn’t know. Especially since his thrusts were starting to get erratic, close to his own release.

“Close,” He said, “Please Bdubs.”

“Go on Pretty Bird cum,” Bdubs said.

He came, cunt clenching down around Bdubs, moaning out Bdubs’ name, vision going black even behind his closed eyes for a moment.

Bdubs wasn’t far behind him, only thrusting into him a few more times before stilling inside him, groaning from his chest, and cumming inside him.

He came back to himself as Bdubs was carefully pulling out, mindful that he was sensitive as all get out. He smirked up at him, “So two-hour building workshop with Bdubs?”

Bdubs laughed, “Yeah, after a nap, no protesting, we’ll compare schedules.”

He nodded but asking, “Bath first.”

Bdubs smiled, “Course, gotta get you all cleaned up.”

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Wandering through a dark, enchanted forest by himself at night was definitely one of his stupider ideas. It was a new moon only aiding in turning the dark forest darker.

He could barely see his hand in front of his face when he brought it up to check. He kept stumbling and newly tripping over rocks and sticks and just himself.

The sound of rustling buses from his right had him freezing and glancing towards it.

Nothing else happened, no sound but the wind.

He swallowed before he continued on walking. It wasn’t like he could see anything anyway, he was a sitting duck.

His foot sunk into something squishy and slimey as it soaked into his sock.

Trying to step out of whatever it was proved futile as it held fast.

A sime, he’d stepped into a slime and it wasn’t letting go.

In fact the slime started to climb up his leg, under his clothes.

He shivered trying to kicked it off but it was no use they didn’t budge the tiniest bit.

Suddenly there were hands on his waist and then those hands were pushing him down, making him stumble and nearly faceplant into the dirt but he just barely managed to catch himself with his hands.

The slime, humanoid slime’s hands returned to his waist keeping him down.

He flapped his wings to try and get the slime off of him.

“Aw come on now, I don’t want to have to get your pretty wings all covered in dirt,” A condensing voice said, “Don’t make me flip you over.” The grip on his waist tightened just enough to be a threat.

He stilled his wings immediately.

“Good bird,” The slime said.

“Jev please,” He pleaded, there was only one humanoid slime on the server and if it wasn’t him they had a much bigger problem on their hands.

The slime chuckled, “Just sit back and enjoy yourself G.”

It was Jevin which would be a relief if he wasn’t acting as weird as he was. “Let me go Jev,” He said.

More slime slipped under his clothes and also forced his lower legs and wrists to stay in place, as Jevin hooked his fingers under his waistband and pulled both his pants and boxers off.

“What the-Jevin!” He shouted, bunking at to once again try to get him off of him.

Jevin tsked as he chuckled his pants and boxers away.

He felt a bit of slime brush against his cunt. He forcibly tighted not allowing access, easy access at least.

The slime didn’t care though as his body’s reaction to being manhandled was to shoot heat down to his cunt and start to slick up. Jevin pushed a small bit of slime into him, almost a finer despite the resistance.

He always forgot just how much control over his form Jevin had because he was still being pinned to the ground by slime, there were two hands holding his hips steady, and then what he was pretty sure was another hand connected to the not-finger in his pussy.

And as aroused as he was from everything, he need to protest his very small amount of dignity demanded it, “I don’t want this, Jev please let me go.” His dignity was not big enough to stop him from beggin though.

The slime inside him grew to the size of a finger before being to stretch him.

He couldn’t keep his cunt tight as Jevin was unrelenting in stretching him out.

“Jev, please let me go,” He tried again.

Jevin hummed, “Maybe I would if you weren’t this wet, slut.”

His face flushed, “Go to Void.”

“Nah, I think I’ll pass,” Jevin said.

A second slime finger pressed into him. The fingers crooked directly into his sweet spot and bit his lip to keep his noises in but he couldn’t stop his cunt from fluttering.

Jevin laughed, grinding his fingers into his sweet spot for a moment before going back to stretching him.

He fought against the slime on his wrists, trying desperately to get use of some of his limbs back to have a better chance of pushing Jevin off and making a run for it.

The slime just tugged him down harshly, before letting go.

He dropped to his forearms to not get a facefull of dirt. The slime grabbed onto his forearms this time, he was well and truly trapped now.

He still refused to give Jevin any noises.

A third finger pressed into him, stretching him out even further.

He stubbornly kept his noises inside, refusing to give Jevin any sort of reaction.

Jevin was steadily bringing him towards the edge not letting up, basically fucking him with his fingers.

He knew he wasn’t about to be able to hold back his own orgasm but he refused to let Jevin hear him.

His climax was fast approaching and on the cusp of the edge Jevin removed his fingers.

He couldn’t stop the whine he let out at suddenly being empty and the edge dropping away from him.

A mean chuckled sounded behind him, “I knew you were enjoying this, such a pretty little slut, getting off on me taking what I want.”

“Fuck you Jev,” He spat.

“Jevin’s cock pressed against his folds, “You’d be more believable if you weren’t so fucking wet.”

He tried one last time to shy away to try to stop this, “Jevin, stop please.”

Jevin pushed in, hand thrust to fully enter him, hips flush.

Tears were falling into the dirt below him. He was allowed to adjust for a few moments.

The slime hybrid pulled back just a few inches before thrusting back in.

Jevin started a fast pace, taking what he wanted like he said before.

The slime on his limbs and the hands on his hips were the only things keeping him up, because of the brutal pace that was slamming past his g-spot every single thrust.

The knot in his stomach was back, Jevin’s slime was deliciously good at filling him up, at making sure to hit his sweet spots without fail, and at making him only think about the slime hybrid.

His walls fluttered around Jevin’s cock as he tried to fight his oncoming orgasm.

“Let go slut, you’ll feel so good,” Jevin said, sounding annoyingly put together as he fucked him, “You know you will. Go on slut you can do it.”

He fought it off until he couldn’t anymore, clenching down around Jevin’s cock.

“There you go,” Jevin said, not stopping or slowing down.

His moans, whines, and whimpers were out in the open now, he couldn’t keep quiet, it felt so good.

He couldn’t even rock back into the thrusts as all the slime kept him still with Jevin used him like a toy on the forest floor.

Jevin was focused on his own release now, fucking him with little care of him.

“Please,” He said again, not sure what he was begging for anymore.

Jevin thrusted deep one last time and came, filling him up.

He moaned quietly at the feeling.

Jevin carefully pulled out and pulled him into a more sitting position, “Hey G, you good?” The slime receded from his arms and legs.

He hummed leaning back into Jevin’s chest, “Yeah, thank you.”

Jevin chuckled, warm and fond, before pressing a kiss to his temple and saying, “Everything you wanted?”

He nodded, “Yeah.”

The sat there for a bit before Jevin shifted them again, picking him up and walking him over to his cottage for the clean up.

“Thanks again Jev,” He said.

“Of course, no problem G,” Jevin said.

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Cub had let the shulk more or less take him over, which was certainly a choice. Sure, X had assured everyone that Cub’s code was separate from the shulk and it wouldn’t carry over to other servers, proved by MCC Island.

The assurance and safety of it means that they could have fun with it.

Cub had a shulk tentacle holding his wrists above his head. Two more were wrapped around his thighs holding him up more so than restraining him.

Cub had painstakingly stretched him out, the requirement the Vex had laid out for this to even happen, well that and that he didn’t complain throughout the prepping process.

His cunt was wet, he could feel a bit of slick drip down his thigh, as a tentacle teased his clit, circling around it with a barely there pressure.

“Please Cub,” He begged quietly.

“Hmm,” Cub hummed pretending to think, “Nah you’re not in charge here Slut, I set the pace, you sit pretty and take it.”

He whined, head falling forward a bit.

One of Cub’s hands came up to cup his jaw, pulling his face up and into a kiss.

He kissed back a little messy, a little desperate.

Cub pulled back, fond look in his eyes but mean smirk on his face, “You gonna be good for me?”

He nodded, “Yes, Cub whatever you want, please.”

The smirk soften a bit, Cub’s thumb brush against his cheek, “Do you even know how deep you are right now?”

He blinked at Cub for a moment, leaning into his hand before opening his mouth to give his color or more verbal confirmation that he’d be good.

Cub pulled him into another kiss as a tentacle finally pressed into his cunt.

He moaned into Cub’s mouth as it slowly pressed into him.

Cub pulled back again, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth on his way back.

Then the three tentacles holding him shifted, arms going over Cub’s head and around his neck, and legs setting on the bed so he was on his knees over Cub’s lap.

“There you are Pretty Bird,” Cub said, hands running down his sides gently.

He rested his head in the crook of Cub’s neck, the tentacle was steadily sinking into him, brushing against his g-spot which causing him to moan again and clench down around it.

Cub’s tentacle stopped, deep inside him, brushing against his cervix as it wiggled around a bit.

“Tell me when I can move it,” Cub said, running a hand down his back while the other rested on his hip.

He nodded, it was all so fucking hot, it wasn’t fair, the tentacles making it so he couldn’t move, the tentacle inside him, and Cub being so sweet with him. The dichotomy of the tentacles holding him unrelenting and steel like and of Cub’s hands gently caressing his body sent him for a loop and a half.

After a minute of two he said into Cub’s skin, “You can move.”

The tentacle pulled back just an inch or so before pushing back in.

A soft moan came from his mouth and he pressed a kiss to the skin he was pressed into.

Cub slowly sped the tentacle up until he was moaning as loudly as he could with his face pressed into Cub’s skin.

Pleasure clouded his mind, sending his thoughts truly to the void, and time became unperceivable to him.

Another tentacle began to grind circles into his clit and he was gone clenching down around Cub’s tentacle as he cried out Cub’s name.

The two tentacles at his clit and inside him worked him through his orgasm.

Once he started to whine with too much both tentacles retreated, the one in his cunt moving slowly as to not make it worse than it had to be.

Cub pressed kisses to his head and cheek as the tentacles around his thighs gently and carefully set him onto Cub’s lap before retreating and the tentacle around his wrists unwrapped itself, letting him go.

Cub wrapped his arms around him showering him with more kisses as he came down from his high.

He wrapped his arms around Cub’s neck more securely as he tilted his head up to look at Cub.

“Hi Pretty Bird,” Cub said, “Back with me now?”

He nuzzled back into Cub’s neck a bit before asking, “You?”

Cub let out a breathless chuckle, “Or maybe not so much. I’m good G, I can feel the shulk, I came.”

He blinked up at the fond green eyes that rested beneath rectangular glasses for a few moments before Cub took pity on him and gave him a soft, gentle kiss to his lips.

When Cub pulled back the Vex gave him a smile and said, “You were so good for me, we’re gonna go clean up.”

He nodded.

Cub carefully shifted and picked him up.

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False had somehow, against all odds, won a bet against Cleo and so had won open access to Cleo’s toys for four months.

And oh boy was False was putting that open access to use.

For example the situation he was currently in.

Said situation was staring at a table of various toys and being told to pick. He’d messed with something of hers and said he’d do anything to make it up to her.

A poor choice of words sure, one he was kinda regretting bit he wasn’t about to back down, he could handle whatever she could throw at him.

Picking what she was going to use, making a decision a decision was perhaps just the tiniest bit too much for his brain at the moment.

He swallowed though before picking the string of variously sized beads, were his instincts in control a little bit?

Perhaps but that wasn’t the important bit here.

False came back in from the last of cleaning up from the dinner they had shared, “Pick something G?”

“Yeah,,” He said, turning and offering it to her.

False took it with a smile, “Good choice!”

He smiled back.

False pulled him into a quick kiss before saying, “Clothes off on the bed Pretty Bird.”

He did as asked, taking off his clothes and settled on her bed, sitting facing her as she put the other toys away in Cleo’s shulker box.

False put the shukler in her Ender chest before turning to him with a mischievous look in her eyes.

“You gonna take your clothes off too?” He asked.

False hummed before she chuckled, “Yeah okay G.” She slowly took off her clothes, almost putting on a show.

Once she climbed onto the bed with him they shared a few more kisses before she trailed a hand down to his cunt.

“Your pussy’s so wet for this,” She said with a smirk.

“You’re hot that’s not news,” He retorted.

False laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “Flatterer.”

“T-That’s me,” He said, voice breaking for a moment as False slid a finger into him.

“Been learning from Mr. GoodTimes?” False teased.

“Against my will,” He said, trying to keep his hips still and let her work.

A second finger pressed into him, scissoring and stretching him out carefully while also occasionally curling to press against his sweet spot.

He had the sheets gripped in his hands, trying to ground himself in reality instead of nothing but pleasure.

False added a third finger, stretching him out even further.

A few soft moans were let out of his mouth, not really trying to get her to go faster or harder or anything, just letting her know he was enjoying it.

Her fingers retreated after a press to his g-spot.

He whined quietly.

False pressed a kiss to his lips, demanding and distracting.

He chased her mouth when she pulled away but he stopped short when the first of the beads enter his cunt.

“Oh,” He murmured quietly.

“That feels good huh Pretty Bird?” False asked with a slight smirk.

He nodded, letting out a slight keen as she pushed the second, slightly larger bead into him.

“That’s right Baby, give into me,” False teased, smirk proud on her face.

He had, he wanted to say but all that came out was a quiet whine. More quiet whine and moans spilled out of his mouth as she push more of the beads into him.

He let out a full on moan when she pushed the fifth bead, the second largest one, into his cunt.

“There we go, there you are,” False all but cooed.

He clenched then unclenched his fists in the sheets as she rocked the beads in and out of him just barely a half an inch, just enough to brush against his sweet spot on every rock.

Then False began to press the sixth, the final and largest, bead into him.

It stretched him out just a bit more than False had with er fingers, he loved the slight burn and she knew it.

She pushed even when his muscles resisted the attempted stretch and soon the resistance gave way and it pressed into his sweet spot immediately.

He moaned and he clenched down around the beads which turned his moan into a slight chirp.

False chuckled pressing a kiss to his cheek, “Oh you like that?”

He nodded rapidly.

False grinned, tugging the string once to shift the bead inside him, against his walls and each other before her hand moved up and began to grind circles into his clit with slick fingers.

The appeal with this toy was that most of the time he drove himself to the edge.

False began to speak in his ear, “Given so many choices and your little bird brain still chooses to be a whore.”

He whined as he ground down against her fingers, words and human noises slowly leaving him and being turned into chirps, thrills, and other birdlike noises.

False just kept talking, “Such a slut even your instincts can’t help themselves.”

Void this toy always made him cum so fast.

“Feel stuffed full of eggs and still begging for more,” False said lowly into his ear.

His chirps did sound a lot like begging.

A particularly mean pass of False’s finger and he came hard around the beads still pressing against his walls.

When the white receded from his vision False was working the fourth bed carefully out of him.

He whined quietly in a bit of overstimulation, usually he was fine to cum a couple times, likes to even, but when he went to bird sounds with one orgasm it was one and done for him.

In the bath they had after, he came back to himself more and asked, “What about you Falsie?”

False kissed him, “I’m okay G, I got what I wanted.”

“Okay,” He agreed and relaxed into her.

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It had, in theory, gotten easier to find Impulse now that he’d finished Metro Mayhem so he was wandering Pixelpulse City looking for the demon.

He caught sight of Impulse at the top of a building and called up, “Impulse!”

Impulse jolted just a bit before looking over the side of the building, a smile broke out on Impulse’s face.

He gestured for the other man to come down.

Impulse rolled his eyes but hopped off the building and glided down to the ground on his elytra, “Heya G! What can I do for you?”

“I want you to fuck me in your demon form,” He said, a little desperate for it.

Impulse sighed, “I’ve told you why that’s a bad idea.”

“And I repeat that it’s not as big as Doc’s and I want it,” He said, “I have ways to stop you if I’m not okay with what’s happening.”

“I might not listen in that form, my instincts go a bit wild,” Impulse argued.

“I wasn’t talking about the safeword, I have ways to stop you,” He argued back.

“G-” Impulse started.

“If you’re really not into it I’ll drop it but I can literally teleport, with or without commands,” He said.

Impulse stared at him for a bit.

“If you’re not into it-” He started to repeat.

“I’m into it,” Impulse cut in, letting it sit for a moment, before continuing, “I just don’t want to hurt you.”

“I like pain Pulse,” He pointed out.

“Hurt you more than you like,” Impulse corrected himself after giving him a ‘You know what I meant’ look.

He grinned, “You won’t”

“You can’t know that,” Impulse said, “I can’t promise that and you certainly can’t.”

He hummed, “What if we tied you down?”

Impulse paused, thinking about that for possibly the first time. “I can break through most ropes.”

“What about the stuff Ren and the NHO use for Doc?” He asked, he’d recently acquired some of that rope that actually held the Creeper Cyborg hybrid down.

Impulse raised an eyebrow, “I haven’t tried that. Didn’t know they had that.”

He grinned, “Doc and Etho made it and Doc has never been able to break it.”

“And you just happen to have it?” Impulse asked.

“Doc lost a bet with me,” He answered.

“And that’s all you wanted?” Impulse knew him too well.

He laughed, “Who said that?”

“Menace,” Impulse said fondly.

He nodded, “Yep!” A beat of silence and he asked, “So about fucking me as-?”

“We can try,” Impulse said, cutting him off.

He cheered.

They’d gone into boundaries and what they wanted from the scene and when were doing it and were and so on.

It was the day they’d agreed upon and Impulse was coming over to his house since they didn’t want to risk any Metro Mayhem runners coming over to investigate.

A knock sounded on the door and he opened it to Impulse standing there.

“Still up for this?” He asked.

“Yeah,” Impulse confirmed, “You?”

“I haven’t stopped thinking about it,” He said.

Impulse hummed as he entered the house door being shut behind him, “Can’t stop thinking about being fucked for a couple days? And people deny you’re a slut.”

“Who denies that, I wanna talk,” He said.

Impulse laughed before pulling him into a kiss.

Once they pulled away he led Impulse to his bedroom.

“Alright,” Impulse said, “Clothes off Birdie.”

He grinned and stripped his clothes off and sat on the bed. He clenched around the large dildo he worked himself up to the past couple days, one of Impulse’s conditions for the scene.

Impulse also stripped and leaned over him, shifting halfway to his demon form.

He swallowed a bit, shifting back barely an inch.

One of Impulse’s hands went down to grab the flared base of the dildo before pulling it out.

He bit back his whine which turned into a bitten back moan as three of Impulse’s fingers pressed into him.

“Good boy,” Impulse said, “Stretching yourself out for me.”

“Please,” He said.

“Already begging to be defiled by me, such a slut,” Impulse continued.

A fourth finger was pushed into his cunt, stretching him even further.

Impulse thrusted all four fingers for a few moments till the stretch was easy then he pulled all four out.

He breathed through the pleasure vanishing and as Impulse let him get up and grabbed the rope.

Impulse had climbed on the bed and laid down on his back.

He carefully and methodically tied Impulse to the mental hook on the wall. Usually he’d lose a bit of arousal while trying someone up but void he was so so hyped to actually get Impulse’s demon cock inside him.

He double checked with Impulse that the ties weren’t digging into his wrists and that they were good.

Then, finally, Impulse fully let his form and glamour go. Eyes yellow on black sclera, pure black skin that ombred to his yellow at his horns, arms, and legs, along with spreading over his skin almost looking like magma.

“Void you’re so hot,” He breathed out.

And his cock hard and nearly straining against his stomach was perfect.

He took hold of Impulse’s cock as he threw a leg over to straddle the demon’s lap. He hovered above the beautiful cock before carefully sinking down.

“Fuck,” Impulse said, throwing his head back and arms straining as he tried to break free from the ties.

He sunk down slowly, carefully. His breath felt nearly punched out of him. He had to pause just to catch his breath.

Then he slowly raised himself up and sunk back down into Impulse’s lap.

Impulse groaned, sharp teeth making an appearance as he almost snarled.

He chuckled breathlessly, “Shit, void you feel so good ‘Pulse.”

He set a pace, just a bit slower than he’d usually want it but it gave him a chance to feel every inch, every ridge, of Impulse’s cock moving inside of him. It pressed against every good spot inside his cunt as he rode the literal demon cock under him.

“You look so fucking hot like this,” He said, he wasn’t gonna get this chance again any time soon so he was gonna take the opportunity with both hands, “I know you don’t like it, and the lost of control but void Pulse it’s so so hot.” He squeezed where his hands were holding him up on Impulse’s chest.

“G-” Impulse tried to cut him off, yellow blush high on his cheeks.

“So perfect,” He said, breathless but unrelenting, “Yellow gradient and cracks the-the perfect contrast to the pure black.” He leaned down and pressed kisses to the yellow he could get his mouth on.

“G-please,” Impulse once again tried to stop him.

He groaned down as he paused his hips so he could give attention to as much of Impulse as he could.

Impulse groaned again, arms straining against the ropes, “Please.”

“Our incredibly smart, kind, and hot demon,” He said into the other man’s skin as if he could force it into Impulse’s mind, so that he’d believe him.

He straightened up and began to ride Impulse again this time chasing his release.

He shifted his hands so eh could touch his clit. He threw his head back as he moaned.

Impulse’s hips jerked under him, erratically, like it wasn’t within his control. Probably wasn’t, he didn’t care either way.

The knot in his stomach snapped and he dropped down so their hips were flushed. He came clenching around Impulse.

Impulse’s hips jerked up in as much thrusts as he could manage a few times before he came as well.

He breathed for a few moments before getting off Impulse and moved up to his head. He pressed a kiss to Impulse’s lips.

Impulse chuckled, shifting back to his, mostly, human form, “Have fun?”

He smiled, “I did.” He reached up to untie the ropes around the brunette’s wrists, “What about you?”

Impulse nodded, “It was good. Knowing you had to let me out helped.”

“Thank you for letting me do this,” He said, finished with the ropes.

Impulse smiled as he sat up, “I can’t say of course cause it’s not an everyday thing by any means but you’re welcome.”

He let out a quiet giggle.

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“K” He said, almost begging.

“Keep your eyes on yourself sweetface,” Keralis said into his ear.

He was sat on Keralis’ lap, on the man’s cock, facing the wall length mirror he had in his guest bedroom.

Keralis had caught him questioning why the rest of the Hermits found him attractive, they all called him pretty and he really didn’t get why, and decided that he needed some hands on learning.

His brain wasn’t the nicest to him on the best of days but Keralis seemed to take that as a personal challenge.

He looked back at himself in the mirror, he still just didn’t see what they saw, compared to everyone else he was just, not in the same league.

Keralis pressed a kiss to his shoulder as he used his hand to guide his hips and their pace, “Focus on things you like about what you’re seeing.”

He had to fight to keep his eyes open as his next controlled drop hit his sweet spots dead on.

What he liked, okay well that was hard.

He liked the blush burning high on his cheeks. It was a pretty pink that contrasted nicely against his pale skin.

He liked his wings, well he always liked his wings, but right now he liked how the red, yellow, and blue feathers puffed up on every drop and smoothed out on every lift.

And he liked the way he could see the tiniest hit of a bump from Keralis’ cock inside him.

He let out a moan as Keralis thrusted up a bit on the next drop, hitting his sweet spot.

“How many things did you find?” Keralis asked, smirking a little bit.

“Three,” He said between moans as Keralis asked, smirking a little bit.

“Three,” He said between moans as Keralis increased the pace.

“Three’s a start,” Keralis said, sounding annoyingly unaffected.

“A start?” He said annoyed, he was digging deep here.

“Oh there’s so much about you sweetface, so so much to like but a start is good for this first time,” Keralis said before pressed a few more kisses to his shoulder.

A hand left his hip and began grinding circles into his clit.

He didn’t even get a chance to process the promise behind the words ‘first time’ before Keralis was forcing him to bounce quicker as he sped up his grinding circles.

“Keep your eyes on yourself beautiful boy,” Keralis said.

Keeping his eyes open was the actual challenge here as his eyes kept trying to close from the onslaught of pleasure that flooded his brain. He managed but only just.

He fell over the edge on a drop that matched with a thrust of Keralis’ hips.

“That’s so good beautiful,” Keralis praised, finally sounding breathless as he grinded up into his clenching cunt for a few more moments prolonging his orgasm and sending himself over the edge as well.

His eyes fell closed as he softly moaned at the being filled feeling.

Once Keralis came down from his high, he felt two hands on his face, bringing it up off Keralis’ shoulder, “Look at yourself beautiful Birdie.”

He opened his eyes and made eye contact with himself again, void he looked so fucked out. He whined quietly.

Keralis’ chuckle was warm and fond as he said, “Alright clean up and cuddle time.”

When he curled into Keralis’ bed, now in his main bedroom, his thoughts about questioning why the others found him attractive was a million miles away, not gone but unimportant.

Chapter Text

As he was cornered by the two Vex hybrids of the server he questioned his recent actions. Said recent actions were doing his absolute best to make sure Cub and Scar’s shops never stayed shocked. Did Doc hand over many, many stacks of diamonds?

Yes.

Did he now own Doc a lot of things?

Also yes.

Did he regret any of it?

Yet to be decided.

Back in his present situation, Scar was pressed again his back while Cub was up again his front giving him an evil looking grin.

“Heya boys,” He said trying to hide the nervousness in his voice.

“Hello Pesky Bird,” Scar said from behind him.

“Whatcha-Whatcha doing?” He asked, eyeing the planning look in Cub’s green eyes.

Cub hummed, “Oh you know, confronting someone whose been a recent menace.”

He swallowed, “Someone’s messing with the two of you? W-wonder who’s dumb enough to do that.”

“Not dumb,” Scar immediately said.

“Definitely not dumb,” Cub agreed, “He thinks he ready for the two of us and thinks he wants it.”

“You think he’s not?” He almost challenged.

Scar laughed, “No one is ready for the Vex.”

He swallowed again, “Oh.”

“We’re going to fill up that slutty perfect cunt with both our cocks,” Cub told him.

He shivered, “Please.”

Scar chuckled meanly, “Slut.”

“Our sluttly birdie,” Cub agreed.

He bit back a whine.

“Take our slut to the bed, I’ll meet you there,” Cub told Scar.

“Kiss?” He asked quietly.

Cub’s grin softened and pressed a kiss to his lips.

When Cub pulled away he had to force his hands away from Cub’s lab coat.

Cub stepped away pausing before letting Scar pull him away and asked, “What are your safewords?”

“Green for good, yellow for slow down and check in, and red for stop,” He recited.

Cub’s grin went sharp again, “Good slut.”

He whined quietly.

Scar chuckled again, “We’ll meet you at the bed.”

Cub walked off and Scar began to tug him towards Cub’s bed.

He went willingly, images of being filled with both the Vexes’ cocks flashed through his mind.

Scar had four fingers stretching his cunt out, his head was in Cub’s lap as he squirmed at the feeling.

Well less the feeling and more what it was leading too.

Cub’s fingers pressed against the knots in his shoulders and he whimpered quietly at the feeling.

“Should we get you a shoulder massager,” Cub teased.

“Why do that when I have you?” He asked, knowing the Vex would take that the wrong way so he rushed through the, “It’s part of preening,” breathless and fighting pleased noises.

Cub leaned over him a bit, “It’s a preening thing.” Green eyes met his, serious.

He nodded.

Scar’s fingers slowed down almost becoming still to let the conversation happen.

He swallowed, this was important, hybrid stuff was important, he never really explained how important preening was beyond that it was to anyone, minus False, so him sharing even a bit was monumental.

“It strengthens flock bonds,” He said quietly, “Taking care of each other’s daily pains.” He all but went silent at the end.

Cub pressed a heart achingly soft and fond kiss to his forehead, “Thank you for telling us G. What’s your color on continuing?”

“Green,” He said, “Just faster.”

“We don’t wanna hurt you G,” Scar said, speeding back up to the pace he was at before. It was still gentle, still careful.

“You won’t,” He said, “Come on, you’re just gonna stretch me more once I’m on one of you!”

“Brat,” Cub said but also gave in, “Faster Scar.”

Scar did as told.

He let out a soft moan as Scar finally pressed against his g-spot just a bit.

Cub pressed against all the knots in his shoulders that he could reach.

Soon Scar pulled his fingers out, “Ready for one and a bit.”

He whined both at the emptiness and the words.

“Perfect,” Cub said, manhandling him up before laying down.

Scar tugged him onto Cub’s lap, hovering over Cub’s cock.

“What did Scar do?” He asked.

Scar grumbled behind him.

Cub chuckled, “Our lovely Scar decided to test Papa K’s patience and K told me so.”

Scar’s hand on hips helped him lower himself onto Cub’s cock.

“Ran K’s patience thin? You really are capable of the impossible,” He said after moaning out loud.

“Learned from the master,” Scar responded.

He laughed, almost getting through it but was interrupted by a moan at the end as he settled onto Cub’s lap.

“But see the difference is G doesn’t use those abilities on Papa K,” Cub said.

He lead his head back onto Scar’s shoulder, “Papa K is not someone I wanna provoke.”

Scar’s hands tightened on his hips as Cub’s came up to grab his hands.

“So you do have common sense,” Cub teased.

“Something like it,” He said.

Then Cub tugged him forward as Scar pushed a bit on his back.

He groaned quietly as he ended up laying on Cub’s chest.

Cub’s hands had slid up to his shoulders.

He kissed the skin in front of him.

Scar’s fingers returned to his cunt and he relaxed as much as he could into Cub’s chest.

Cub went back to pressing and massaging the knots in his shoulders.

He lost himself between Scar’s fingers stretching him and Cub working the knots in his shoulders.

Soon Scar pulled his fingers out again and he whined at the loss but stayed as still as he could.

Scar shifted behind him, lining up with his already stuffed cunt.

Scar was careful as he pressed inside him.

He was well prepped but neither Cub nor Scar had a particular small dick at the end of the day. The stretch burned just a bit but not enough that he didn’t like it, that he didn’t enjoy it.

Scar bottomed out and none of them moved for a bit, letting him adjust.

His hands gripped the sheets on either side of Cub’s head even as the rest of the body relaxed between them.

“Such a desperate slut, was already full and wanted more,” Cub said, a hand leaving his shoulder to gesture to Scar.

He whined at Cub’s words.

Cub was smirking into his hair and Scar pulled out an inch before thrusting back into him, rubbing against Cub’s cock as he did so.

Scar and Cub groaned as he moaned out.

Scar kept hsi pace slow and gentle.

“Faster, more,” He begged after the slow pace carried on for a handful of minutes.

Cub chuckle was mean as he said, “Our slut’s still asking for more.”

“So desperate,” Scar agreed.

“What’s the magic word whore?” Cub asked.

His pride screamed not to give in but he was greedy for pleasure and everything they could give him so he said, begged, “Please, please.”

“Good slut,” Cub said and they all shifted again.

Him and Cub sat up and now he was truly pressed between them again.

The Vex then started a brutal pace, an alternating pace where he always had a cock inside of him. They both slammed into his sweet spot every single time.

Moans slipped out of his mouth like a waterfall as the only thing that anchored him in the ocean of pleasure he was in was Cub and Scar’s hands overlapping on his hips.

The knot in his stomach built and built, especially once one of Cub’s hands moved down to grind circles into his clit with two fingers.

His moans increased as he gave into his partners hands.

“This is what you wanted when you messed with our shops?” Cub said, “Just wanted to be wrecked and didn’t want to ask for it?”

A kiss was pressed behind his ear, “Should have made him beg for it,” Scar said.

Cub chuckled, “Use his words? Yeah, next time.”

The promise of a next time had him cuming, clenching down around both of the Vexes’ cocks.

“Shit G,” Scar said, thrusts going erratic before he stilled and came deep inside him.

Cub continued for a bit longer even as Scar’s grip on his hips went tight in overstimulation, before also cumming inside him.

Cub hadn’t stopped grinding against his clit so he soon was falling over the edge again, in what was practically back to back orgasms.

Scar spoke up at that point as his forehead hit his shoulders, forcing him hands to soften his grip on his hips, “Cubby, too much, please.”

Cub smirked, giving a teasing thrust.

He whined while Scar whimpered.

Cub took pite on them and helped him life off their laps and almost collasped into the bed.

Their hands were gentle as they cleaned him up in the bath, fed him little bits of fruits and drinks of water, and bundled him up to put him back into Cub’s bed.

Chapter Text

He was laid out in his own nest, naked with Skizz pressing kisses down his body.

“Our perfect pretty bird,” Skizz said.

He whimpered, letting Skizz and Keralis meet was a mistake. For his sanity at least.

“If we didn’t have a million other things to do we’d never be able to keep our hands off you,” Skizz continued.

His face was burning, “Skizz.”

Skizz’s next kiss was in the form of a smile. “So so pretty. Gorgeous well taken care of wings.”

Said wings fluffed up at the praise, arching, trying to show off, even as he’s love to curl up and not face the world for a bit.

“And so strong too,” Skizz said.

Strong? Him?

“Those back muscles man,” Skizz continued.

“Coming from you,” He said incredulous.

“Uh-uh this isn’t about me,” Skizz said.

Skizz!” He tried to interrupt again.

“So kind and caring too,” Skizz continued unabided, “Always willing to help anyone out when they need it.”

He squirmed, void he was too used to the meanness of everyone else, and for good reason, he loved it, he was so into it but it meant he was far from used to praise.

One of Skizz’s hands slipped from his hip and his fingers teased out his folds.

He whined.

“Beautiful noises from a beautiful bird,” Skizz praised as he pressed a finger into his cunt.

He whined again.

“What do you want Pretty Bird?” Skizz asked, finger still.

Whatever Skizz wanted to do give him, “Fuck me,” He said instead, “Please.”

“Good boy,” Skizz said.

He didn’t know when Skizz had gotten all the way down his body but the Angel’s lips enclosed around his clit and gently sucked.

He moaned, head thrown back into the pillow.

Skizz began to stretch him out with his fingers and he sucked and licked his clit.

A second finger teased at his folds.

The hand he’d curled into Skizz’s hair tightened as he moaned out, “Please.”

Skizz chuckled, lips brushing against him as he did. The finger pressed into him, stretching him out a bit further.

Skizz’s lips went back to his clit as his now two fingers went back to stretching him out.

The other man wasn’t talking anymore but the way he was lapping and sucking at his clit still felt an awful lot like th words from before.

Skizz unrelenting in his attention as he worked.

There was even a few times that Skizz moved his tongue further down and press his tongue inside alongside his fingers.

There was three fingers stretching and fucking into him when he came after a particularly hard suck on his clit.

“Good boy,” Skizz said as he pulled off his clit, still working his fingers inside him, working him through his orgasm.

The moans were almost spulling out of his mouth.

Skizz never stopped moving his fingers so he finally got his words back after what felt like ever and immediately started begging, “Please fuck me, please, pretty please Skizz.”

“Good boy using your words to ask for what you want,” Skizz praised.

He moaned at the words but whined as Skizz removed his fingers.

“I know Pretty, I know,” Skizz hushed him, “Just give me a moment, you’ll get something better.”

He waited, trying to be good, he could be good.

The tip of Skizz’s cock slowly entered just so Skizz could lean down and say, “Good boy being patient for me beautiful.”

“Please,” He begged, his face was hot but void he needed it. Needed to be filled by Skizz’s dick.

“Since you asked so nicely,” Skizz slowly filling him the rest of the way up.

He moaned, trying to be still as to not make it harder for Skizz.

Skizz bottomed out, their hips flush.

“Move please,” He begged after a few seconds of adjustment.

Skizz was gentle but intense, hitting or pressing into every sensitive spot inside him.

He held onto Skizz’s shoulders as he was just there for the ride.

It was different but it was nice, very Skizz in a way he couldn’t explain. It wasn’t even making love somehow finding a tier above it, almost worshipping.

Then one of Skizz’s hands moved down to press a finger against his clit, rolling careful circles into it.

His grip tightened further as Skizz continued to call him pretty, beautiful, handsome, gorgeous, good, and perfect.

Void, he couldn’t handle it, it’d been a long time since someone was so set on praising him like this. It was a lot and he had no defenses against it.

“C-close,” He warned.

“Go on beautiful, cum for me,” Skizz said.

He came apart, clenching down around Skizz causing the Angel to groan and thrust erratically soon following him off the edge.

“So good for me G,” Skizz said before pressing a soft, sweet kiss to his lip, “Thank you for letting me do that.”

He just made a soft noise of asset.

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“Hypno,” He whined, “Just do it already.”

“I just-one more time,” Hypno said.

“Yes I want it, yes I trust you,” He said, “Please control me and make me your cum dumpster for the day.”

Hypno flushed the tiniest bit, “Alright.”

Their black eyes met and suddenly the world around him went fuzzy, almost out of focus, except for Hypno, all his focus was on Hypno.

His brain was quiet as Hypno truly approached him, a hand sliding under his chin so Hypno could move his face taking it in.

His eyes fluttered close, happy to soak in the attention.

The other man didn’t spend to long just staring at the distant, relaxed in his face and eyes.

“Lay back,” Hypno spoke, voice feeling like it was in his head.

His body moved without him even thinking about it.

Hypno’s bed was soft and then Hypno was stripping him of his clothes.

Hypno pressed the plug he’d worked into himself earlier.

He moaned, unable to be restrained when Hypno was in control.

“You just lay there and be a good pretty place for me to put my cock,” Hypno said as he pulled out his plug.

He didn’t even whine, sound getting trapped in his throat.

Hypno smirked, “Good boy.”

Hypno merely took of his pants and pressed into his cunt.

Hypno simply took what he wanted, chasing his own pleasure.

It was to hot for his heart to handle, almost.

Hypno was letting out words and noises above him as he rolled his hips, rough and deep.

“Shit G, you’re so fucking hot,” Hypno groaned as he still and came.

Then the plug from before was pushed back in, Hypno pulled up his pants and left him there.

His thoughts fully floated off except for the several times Hypno came back to fuck him into the matress.

Not having to truly think was wonderful.

Hypno was slowly rolling his hips into him, more careful than he’d been the whole time.

Then Hypno’s hand settled on his cheek.

He meet his eyes.

“Cum for me Birdie,” Hypno said.

He immediately clenched down around Hypno, cumming at his word.

“Good boy,” Hypno barely groaned out as he came inside for only he knows how many times.

Hypno stayed inside and they both breathed for a while.

Hypno pulled out and moved so his head laid in Hypno’s lap.

He looked up at the other man, their eyes met as Hypno said out loud, “Release.”

Everything around him snapped into focus and he moaned quietly.

Hypno chuckled and brushed a hand throw his hair, “Anything hurt?”

He shook his head, “No, everything was good.”

Hypno leaned down and kissed him, “I’m glad.”

He leaned into the hand brushing through his hair, humming out a, “Thank you.”

“Of course Gri,” Hypno said and after a few more moments of softness spoke again, “Let’s get you cleaned up as good as you look, it won’t be nice later.”

He made a disgruntled face but, “Okay, carry me?”

Hypno kissed again, “I can do that.”

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“You know I wasn’t expecting this when you called me over Zed,” He said, “Probably should have thought.”

Zed had his lab coat on, “Probably.”

He said, “Probably should have though.”

He sat on the bed looking up at the sheep hybrid, “We’re all a bunch of perverts.”

Zedaph laughed, “Yeah, yeah we are.”

Zedaph went back to digging through a shulker box.

“I’m guessing you have a plan?” He asked.

Zed set him a smirk, “Take your clothes off.”

He thought about not listening, about being a brat, but he wanted to know what Zed had planned not whatever he would have to come up with if he had to punish him.

Once he had shed his clothes he sat back down on the bed.

Zedaph finished fishing out the items he wanted from the shulker box and approached the bed. “Safewords?”

“Green for good, yellow for slow down and check in, and red for stop,” He recited.

“Brilliant,” Zedaph said before he told him to, “Lay down.”

He shifted backwards so he could lay against the pillows, “You gonna tell me the plan?”

Zed hummed, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“A little,” He said.

Zed laughed, “You’re going to cum until you don’t know your own time.”

His mouth went dry, “Okay.”

“Oh are you into that?” Zedpah teased.

Everyone knew he had a thing for being pushed to and beyond his body’s limits.

He answered anyway, “Yes.”

The smirk was back on Zed’s face as he reached down to push a finger into him.

First Zedaph focused on simply stretching him out getting up to three fingers before switching to grinding into his g-spot while also bringing his thumb up to rub circles against his clit.

The pleasure slowly built up, alongsige his volume, inside him as Zed focused.

He came with a half moan, half whine, cunt clenching down around Zedaph’s fingers as his legs shook.

“Alright,” Zedaph said, sounding smug, “That’s one on the books.”

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna keep track,” He said, a little whiny.

Zed pressed a kiss to the stretch of skin of his stomach he had his face next to. He didn’t stop moving his fingers.

He shifted his hips both trying to get away and get closer.

Zed pulled his fingers out and pressed something into his cunt in exchange.

He had no idea what it was other than the fact that it filled him up nicely.

There was something in Zedaph’s hand. A button clicked and whatever was inside him began to vibrate, pressed against every sweet spot he had.

Zedaph slowly upped the vibration speed and soon he was falling over the edge again.

The vibration went down a few notches but didn’t stop.

“Number two,” Zed said.

“Zed~” He complained.

Zedaph laughed leaving the vibrator on the current setting for a bit before upping it back to the highest setting.

After the third orgasm that Zed pushed him over the edge with a few hard swipes of his clit he lost count himself of how many times he’d come, each one almost bleeding into each other.

He reached out a hand in the direction he last knew Zed was and Zed twined their fingers together and squeezed.

The vibration stopped and when he blinked his eyes open Zedaph was smiling down at him, “Hey G, we’re all done, thank you for letting me play.”

As Zedaph took the vibrator he tried to squirm away from the overstimulation that was too much instead of pleasurable.

“Shh, I know, I know G,” Zedaph shushed him.

One of Zed’s hands carefully slid up his body and settled on his cheek, “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” He said then asked, “Kiss, please?”

“Of course G,” Zed’s lips met his in a soft kiss.

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Scar was in his Hotguy outfit and that was endlessly unfair to him.

Hotguy was the correct description of the man.

Tight Spandex showing off the definition of his muscles. A chest window that showed of his pecs.

Void, if there wasn’t a guest in the server actively talking to Scar he would strip him of the uniform and void he needed him.

He flew the short distance and landed next to Scar, smiling at Jojo.

Scar startled, “G!”

He laughed with Jojo joined in on.

Scar recovered soon and asked, “What’s up G?

He grinned, “Can I steal you?”

“Uhh,” Scar said, glancing at Jojo.

Jojo grinned and said, “I was going to run some more Metro Mayhem away.”

“Alright see you Jojo!” Scar said.

“Bye Jojo!” He called as she took off.

Then Scar turned to him, “Whatcha stealing me away for?”

“You are so unfair,” He said.

“What?” Scar chuckled, a confused furrow of his brows joining it.

“It should be illegal for you to wear that outfit,” He continued.

Scar’s eyes went wide in realization before a smug smirk grew on his face, “Oh is Hotguy getting to you G?”

He flushed, “Maybe a little bit.”

“Yours or mine?” Scar asked.

“I don’t really care, just want you in me,” He said.

“Alright slut come on,” Scar said, grabbing a hand and tugging him towards his train.

“How do you want to do this?” Scar asked.

“I don’t care, I just want you to be in me,” He repeated.

Scar snorted, “That will definitely be happening.”

He reached out and began to trace the muscle lines he could see.

“I knew you liked my muscles,” Scar said, chuckling.

He pulled Scar down into a kiss, demanding, hot, swiping his tongue over Scar’s lips to be allowed to explore Scar’s mouth.

Scar let him in and he immediately began to do so.

Scar’s hands went to his hips and pulled him closer.

When they pulled away for air Scar shifted his hand to unbutton his sweater under his wings.

He took off his sweater the rest of the way. His pants were stripped off along with his boxers.

Scar picked him up and pressed him into a wall, kissing him again.

He leaned his head back letting Scar kiss him how he liked.

“When I had this made I made sure it wasn’t a pain to get out of,” Scar said a little breathless.

“Oh yeah?” He asked.

Scar held him up with one hand and shimmied his pants down, getting it off one of his legs.

He knew his bones were hollow and so he wasn’t particularly heavy but void the display of strength got to him every time.

“How good do I look in my uniform?” Scar asked.

“So good,” He said, “Void Scar, it makes all you’re muscles so definition and-” He cut himself off with a soft moan as Scar pressed two fingers into him.

“Yeah?” Scar prompted.

“And it hugs your ass in the most perfect way,” He continued.

Scar stretching him was distracting as all get out, sending his thoughts scattering multiple times.

“And if Jojo hadn’t been right there I would have fucked you immediately,” He said.

“It got you that bad?” Scar asked.

“Scar,” He said, not wanting to actually admit that.

Scar was up to three fingers, “Come on G, did me in my Hotguy uniform get you so bad the only thinking stopping your slut brain was Jojo being right next to me?”

“It was hot, you’re hot,” He said.

“Would you say I’m a Hotguy?” Scar said, smug ass smirk pressing into his shoulder.

He groaned in exasperation from the joke.

Scar snorted, “Come on Gri say it, I’m a Hotguy.”

He didn’t, staying silent.

“You wanna get fucked?” Scar asked.

“Mean,” He said to that, “You’re being mean.”

Scar laughed, “Come on G, you wanna get fucked you gotta say it.”

He whined, high in his throat.

Scar didn’t back down though, “You can do it.”

He groaned holding out for a few more seconds before giving in, “You’re a Hotguy.”

Scar’s fingers were removed and replaced with his cock.

He moaned loudly as he slowly sunk down onto the other man’s cock.

“There we go Birdie that wasn’t that hard was it?” Scar asked once he was fully hilted.

“Scar fuck me, please,” He said, “Move, please.”

Scar lifted him up before letting him sink back down.

Scar built up a steady pace of fucking up into him and pulling him down to meet him.

He wrapped his arms around Scar’s neck, throwing his head back to rest on the wall.

Scar knew far too well how to what he likes, what got him off the best.

“Wanna get my mouth on your pecs,” He said, words were slipping out of him now.

Scar gave a deep chuckle, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, all the time, whenever they’re out,” He said, “It’s distracting.”

Scar alughed, “I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not,” He said, between his moans.

“No, I’m not,” Scar agreed.

They were rocketing towards the edge together and he warned Scar as he fully felt the edge coming.

“C-close,” He said.

“Me too, Birdie,” Scar said, “Come on cum with me.”

He came clenching down around Scar which sent Scar over the edge as well.

One of his hands went up to Scar’s hair to pull him into a kiss.

Scar pulled away for air, “Insatiable.”

He grinned, “You know it.”