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Phil/Etoiles
3,774 words
Tags: Size Difference, Size Kink, Voyuerism, Light Bondage
Phil is mini-me’d during purgatory while he and Etoiles are on the way back from a 'relaxing' trip on the ocean.
Etoiles loses his mind just a little bit more.
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Etoiles/Phil
5,252 words
Tags: Consensual Somnophilia, Wing Kink, Bondage, Touch Starvation
The rope is where it always is, in a dusty basket below the bed. He checks over all of it, all eight bundles neatly coiled: dark blue, soft. Unfrayed- last time, he noticed a few worn-out parts. The replacements are going to feel so much nicer. He hopes Phil will appreciate it. Here, he is face to face with Phil when he lifts his head from observing their rope. A couple of taps on it lift small clouds of chalk from the fibres. Phil’s hair is long. Curtain across his eyes and feather with each breath. His nose twitches, disturbed by Etoiles, brushing it away to see his face better. His eyelids shift a little. What is he dreaming about? Whatever it is, I hope I give him something better, to dream about.
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Cellbit/Roier/Etoiles
2,376 words
Tags: Trans Cellbit, Voyeurism, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Biting
Cellbit rubbed his cheek against Roier’s chest and sighed contentedly. The alcohol from earlier buzzed in the back of his head, keeping him fuzzy, keeping him warm. He propped his chin up on his chest, smiling sleepily up at him. Somewhere to his left, someone moaned loudly. Right after, Cellbit heard a hushed whisper, something loud enough to filter through the wall, but nothing he could really parse. Another moan, louder this time, but then his attention drifted back to Roier.
The French really knew how to throw a party. They invited the entire server for drinks and fun, among other things. He didn’t really know who first started the orgy, but it went from them chatting to Bad yanking Forever close before pinning him to the ground in the center of the room. Cellbit had started to turn his head to give them privacy, but Roier pulled him into his lap and forced his head to stay still, to keep watching the scene play out before him.
