i saw an edit of ьdubs talking about "to masturbate as much as possible" and at first i was shocked then realized this is ьdoubleo like .... that's about as much as i expected
like he seems the type to actually do that. he'll keep jerking off throughout the day if he has a day off. maybe multiple times back to back, maybe spread out. maybe he takes those gas station pills to really get it going. maybe he records it just to keep to himself, its kinda hot looking back. i think he seems like the type to have a fleshlight to use too. maybe he edges himself while he does. maybe he does those "cum tribute" things, probably on a kakashi figure for no real reason. he's probably done it on call too, they would've never known. he sits back in his chair, naked from the waist down because why not? hes at home, why does he need to wear pants in his own office when nobody is home? his little groans and grunts slip out occasionally but he plays them off smooth cuz he's done this a lot. maybe he teases fucking himself on his fingers. he'd never actually put any up there, that'd be a little too gay, but he'd put pressure on his taint, maybe just rub over his anus with wet fingers, its not gay if nothing goes in.
hiiiii can i ask how you do your cubito things? like is there a specific way you go about adding the non-cubes details and stuff/keep things in the right perspective? i think theyre really neat !!
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geminitay but her pure good-hearted fujoshi nature oozes from her pores and makes her kind of like a reverse succubus. it infects the nearest men around her to start acting homoerotic with each other and she says she hates it but is watching very intently at her friends now currently sucking face and dry humping in public
now that i have this blog, i can finally scream about this;
tangpulse but impulse is in heat...
this is a long one, the ramble is under the cut folks
both of them have heats, but tango is more regular and mellow than impulse's is, since he's outside of the end it doesn't come as often. instead of maybe 12 times a year it only comes 1 or 2 times a year. and when it does, its so much more intense than how it would be normally.
impulse's kind reproduces for quality, not quantity, so when his heat comes around, he has a massive breeding kink. i mean, go figure for most species, but for impulse, its different.
he originally didn't tell tango about it when they first got together, but when impulse starts acting more cagey with tango, growling at hermits whenever they get too close and hoarding more things than he usually does, he figures it's time to open up. it takes tango nearly 20 minutes to fish whatever it is out from impulse, but when he does, he's left stunned when impulse just blurts it out.
but tango, oh sweet boyfriend tango, he's receptive to it. he lets impulse just braindump on him and then asks clarifying questions about it all and they come to an agreement he'll help impulse, so they sleep on it and wait until it hits.
and boy, does it hit.
because whenever impulse sees tango around, his brain genuinely just wont shut up about him. how small he is compared to impulse, how his hips are just the right shape, how good he smells, how nice he acts, everything about him just screams perfect breeding ground. and embarrassment burns through him.
he tries to ignore it, honest! he does! old habits die hard, ok? he's pulling his shirt over the obscene tent in his pants, rubbing his legs together to relieve some of the tension, and whining under his breath. though, nothing works. its not until tango is standing in the storage room of decked out that he starts to cave. impulse told him he was fine, but wanted to be around him for a bit so he decided to keep the other company while he builds...a rookie mistake.
tango has his back turned, just reading off a spreadsheet he made until he feels impulse hug him from behind. he's so cold. tango turns his head to ask if hes ok until he feels something poking his backside, and soon enough, grinding into his backside.
and impulse, oh he's a wreck. he's nearly crying, whimpering so softly as he keeps apologizing to tango with tears in his eyes, saying that he feels so warm, and he smells just so good, he cant help himself. he says he's so so sorry but his hips just wont stop moving against him cuz it just feels so good. his mind is so loud, just begging for relief, begging to breed. his head nestles into his back and nearly topples tango over into his crafting table, still grinding into his ass. impulse is whining tangos name all the while.
tango struggles to pick himself up and push back against impulse (much to his utter dismay) to look at him. oh, hes ruined. face flushed and the tent in his shorts somehow much bigger with a wet patch steadily growing. his tail whipping behind him and tears now free flowing as he bites his lip and looks at the man with puppy dog eyes.
"im sorry... i cant--its just... fuck-- i need you tango. please-- hhm- im sorry..."
he's never seen impulse like this. when he bottoms, maybe its close to this, but right now?
𐂯 ⸝⸝ The beauty, grace, and depth of objectophilia is not often explored enough and I wish to talk about this more with Rеn as my muse to convey these thoughts . . .
🦴 Halt weary depth dweller! You are about to read smut or suggestive material, which is not suitable for a young audience, please proceed with caution! 🦴
I believe Ren has grown a deep love and devotion to plush toys he receives and or buys himself. It started off fairly young, fond memories of the days where he comes home from school; to sit down on his bed and use his stuffed animals as a diary. Hours were spent retelling stories inflated by his imagination, details sugarcoated until your teeth would rot and scenes mimicked with peak precision.
This, of course, was played off as childlike wonder, a staple in all boys and girls his age. Now? The same sentiment cannot be applied.
He dare not face his childhood friends when he stuffs them away in the depth of his family home's attic, left to just decay with his secrets. Ren has grown into a rather fine man, distinguished even. He need not use for silly toys as he now is able to find companionship in the form of someone warmer, more animated, alive. Try as he may, the outlook is rather bleak. Dates come and go. Many women not able to handle him and who he really is inside. The end is never bitter though. Both parties go their own ways as they realize it won't work. Some don't leave marks; others leave scars rooted in his dermis.
He's lonely. Deeply and truthfully, Ren is very lonely.
And the loneliness outweighs his shame when he leaves the shop with a bag in hand and his legs moving fast down the paved streets. He's a grown man, a man who has free will, a man who is simply human. Humans thrive on connection. He is doing what his nature begs him to.
So, when he reaches into the plastic bag with shaky hands, he tries to will his mind into swallowing its pride and to give in to temptation.
The first stuffed animal he's owned in 30 years is unveiled to him.
A tan coloured bear adorned in royal blue and gold wizards' robes was now in his possession.
It was found on the shelf of an old thrift store nestled in the shopping district near his home, a new building to offer up its goods to the public. Ren was on his way home when he saw this shop. He was taking the day off from streaming, deciding to not just hole up in his home any further. When he saw the toy, it struck something within him. Not just excitement, no, something far greater. Something far more intimate. It felt wrong when his hands grazed the fur. It felt new, someone had taken care of it before him, very well, he may admit. The unease increased tenfold when he got the courage to pick the toy up and inspect it with consideration.
"Cute, isn't he?" Ren jumps, swiveling his body around to face the shopkeep. Heat flushes his body, the words he means to say dying on his tongue. "We just got him last week, been sitting on that shelf untouched." The keeper doesn't seem to notice his upset.
"I— It's... I'm just looking." He settles on, quickly putting him— it back.
"Of course, dear. Let me know if you find anything you like!" She pats Ren on the arm before shuffling past him to the next group of people.
Ren was a terrible liar, And even worse at self-discipline.
"Make yourself at home, little one." He jests dryly, setting the plushie down on his desk propped up against the wall. It's been a while since he's owned one of these, and even longer since he's let his urge to personify run free, he doesn't know how to just let himself be. So, it just sits. It'll stare at him while he streams, while he works, while he sleeps. It goes unmoved for months, just collecting dust.
But old habits get slaughtered.
He was cleaning his desk when his eyes lay upon the bear. Its once bright colours now washed out with a layer of time lightly dusted upon it. Ren grimaces at the scene. A simple wash wouldn't hurt, since he's already wiping down everything else. He carries the stuffed toy down to his washer and dryer, ready to just chuck it in, until he notices the tag sewn to the bottom.
"Hand wash, not machine suitable"
And he pauses. His body stutters. Well... he doesn't wanna ruin the thing. He spent good money for it, plus, it was pretty cute. He has time, why not do it right?
Which is where Ren finds himself start to slip. He fills his sink up with warm soapy water, testing it to make sure it's not too hot, just for him of course. The process of taking the accessories off was slow and deliberate, just can never be too careful, he doesn't notice his bottom lip getting stuck under his canines. The actual act of washing the toy made him feel strange. With a rag secured in hand, he wipes off every part of the wizard; over his ears, the cheeks, the front of his body, down below to his stubby legs and rounded behind, between his arms, and special care to his nubby tail. This should've been quick and straightforward. But by the time he's done, it's nearly dinner time.
And his jeans feel a little tighter than form fitting.
That day cemented itself in Ren's mind, for after that single event, he found himself crumbling under the weight of impish temptations. He's let his sins run his life, he's started to love again, just not a conventional type of love.
Mr Magnas (a name suitable for a bear wizard according to Ren) was now a crucial part of his life. From the dawn bleeding into the twilight, Magnas was there for it all. Ren would lay in bed cuddling with Magnas as he rambles on and on about his nerdy endeavors and prop the beloved item in a chair while he streams to an audience none the wiser. His lonely dinners now are filled with joviality with Ren having set a plate for him at his table. It's empty, sometimes he'd fill it with food on days where he really needed companionship.
Ren, truly, has never been happier.
Even on days where the rain soaks through his bones and past devoir weighs heavily on his mind, he knows he's coming home to the one he loved the most.
"I'm so sorry I'm late, Mags." He all but sighed, the exhaustion leaking from his being. He shrugs his coat off and throws it off in a random direction to where he thinks is his living room and pads his way to his bedroom. "The train was late, and the outing went on longer than I expected it to. I hope you're not upset with me."
Magnas sat static on his bed, round acrylic eyes staring at him. The air is devoid from a response, but the vibe carries the labour when words can't.
"I appreciate you being so so patient, truly remarkable. You must teach me your ways." Ren giggles. He toes his shoes off and flops down onto his mattress, pulling his lover close to his chest, smelling the floral savour bonded to the fibers. All stress from his body is melted away like the snow in spring.
"I have to go shower, but after, I'll come tell you all about it. I have a joke Grian told me I think you'd absolutely adore." The man plants a kiss onto the stuffies forehead before he wills himself out of bed and into his bathroom. The whole time he's thinking about Magnas. Magnas truly never leaves his brain, but usually these thoughts are pushed to the background of his mind while the more pressing thoughts play out in the foreground. But now, Ren is free to let the thoughts of his partner come out to play. Even when he's laid up with Magnas, his brain cannot get enough.
The time flows through fingers like hand, 9 pm quickly becomes 2 am as Ren has the stuffed animal laid out on his chest as if the toy would start to hug him back. His stories start to devolve into random tangents and tales of his past like they always do. These are his favourite nights.
"It was my favourite play by far," His fingers run through Mangas' fur. "I'll take you to it sometime, need to get you out of this house. It can get kinda stuffy in here, no pun intended..." He looks down to Magnas, who stays inert. Though, Ren can read the bear like a book.
"You're so kind to me, you know that?" Admiration drips from his words. "You always just... listen. No one knows me, or gets me, like you do. My thoughts are tangled like string and you're here to unravel them with aid." Ren's fingers brush away fur that blocks Magnas' eye, having it caress down to the fluffy cheeks. "I think I'm so lucky to have you."
Silence fills the space between them and Ren gazes at Magnas.
A pang of heat surges through Ren as his thoughts take over once more. He bites at his lip, sizing the toy up. His hand that was secured on Mangas' back slowly inches down, over the soft curve of the back and under the swell of it's behind. "I'm...really lucky to have you."
Him and Magnas haven't talked about this. Magnas, well, couldn't do much talking, but Ren knew Magnas' spirit well. They've danced around it like a waltz, there were nights that housed heated kisses and heavy petting, but nothing more. Though, their 1 year anniversary was upon them a week from now. It seemed like just yesterday Ren found Magnas on that shelf, not too long ago Ren made it official. They were in their right to do this. Or maybe Ren is greedy. Both could be true.
"Can I— May I kiss you?" Ren poses the question hushed, a secret only him and Magnas share. Their own little bubble against the world. Magnas replies, but not with words, through the atmosphere shifting in his favour. He doesn't hesitate, even for a second.
Chewed lips meet snitching. It's rushed, sloppy, and not at all what Ren wants for his first time, but you can't blame the hungry for feasting, for he does not know when his next meal will be. Strong and slender hands grip Magnas' face until Ren is forced to pull back for air, a string of saliva connecting the two before it snaps under the weight of fervency. Ren is panting with ragged inhales and trembling exhales. His need for air is satiated when he dives back in for more, flipping Magnas over until the toy's back is pressed up against his sheets. In the low light of his room, Magnas looks divine, a piece of treasure worth Ren's worship.
"Fuck— you're so beautiful," Ren whined, arching down to lay a messy kiss to Magnas' maw. "So pretty. I need you— please— I need to make you feel good..." His pleads are punctuated with breathy whimpers as he looks on in desperation for an answer. The air was polluted with concupiscence; it was nearly suffocating. In between glimpses of light through the fog, Ren feels Magnas gives a blessing to his devoted partner. The man above keens sharply and goes in for a series of different kisses, they trail down the chin and down to his tummy to where the navel would be.
Magnas can't feel this. Magnas can't feel anything. In the end, it's not about that. It's not about what Magnas can or cannot feel, it's about what this means for their relationship. The work Ren has put in to this relationship, the trust, the tears, all vulnerability now laid out on the table. It's to show Magnas that Ren has his heart for now until forever.
(And maybe it is for pleasure as well, but Ren doesn't want to admit that.)
Ren teases the seam that holds all Magnas' stuffing in. It juts out from it's starting stitch from under all the faux fur to create a simulated endogenous zone. Truth be told, Ren hasn't given much thought into the gender of Magnas, even if the shopkeep saw the toy as a boy. Magnas is Magnas as far as Ren is concerned.
His tongue circles the bump with calculated intent. His ministrations switched from tracing around the mound to licking a flat strip from bottom to top, hands caressing Magnas' hips up to the chest, his thumbs rubbing where he would assume nipples to be. All the while, Ren is softly moaning into it, sucking down hard while his hips twitch against the bed to alleviate the inferno starting to rage on in his gut. Heat engulfs his body, particularly making home on his face and down to his chest with rosy pigment.
Ren pulls away, gasping for air. His whole body shakes, even as he takes time to catch his breath, his greed only grows and lecher gnaws at his resolve. His movements are no longer caring, but neither are they barbaric, it's a middle ground still full of wonton. He flips Magnas over onto the front, and he smooths his hand over Magnas' backside. Ren is heaving, completely debauched, he looks down at Magnas through with a perverted regard.
"Don't move." Ren doesn't even recognize his own voice. It's deep. Much deeper than he means for it to be. The smoothness was roughened up with desire, almost as if he growled the command. "Just—" His hands fumble for his waistband to tug down his boxers. "Just lay there, I've got you, yeah? I've got you. Your king— ffuck— your king's gonna take care of you."
Maybe Ren is taking things a little fast, he can admit that. He can also admit that it's truly the first time anyone has ever expressed how much they wanted him just as much as he would them. His love the deep kind, the kind that suffocates you until you drown in it. It truly is not for everyone. Except Magnas, Magnas could swim in it. Magnas would swim for miles if it meant being just a few inches closer to Ren, and Ren would do the same.
His cock springs free from cotton confines, leaking and kicking with anticipation. From the angle, his dick takes up most, if not the full length, of Magnas' torso. Ren thinks he might pass out from how hard he is at this revelation, with his dick sharing the same sentiment as precum beads out from the tip and slowly drips down onto Magnas' fur. He's thought about actually penetrating the toy once before. Ren has spent a fortnight looking at forum posts about this subject, with a pretty even split between them. Some say for their significant other, it's rather painless and even feels good, others wouldn't dream of even touching the stitching in such a way.
Ren doesn't wanna do anything to hurt Magnas. He'd much rather leave himself to die than to ever dream of doing that. But this was just as good for him.
He adjusts Magnas so his thighs hugged around Ren's shaft and arms positioned just right to make way for his cock, having to be held up with both hands to create a space for maximum coverage and friction. Ren was pretty tall in general, but to hold Magnas like this felt overwhelming. It was a rush of power to his head. He started off with a jittery thrust that punched out a weak moan from his lips. His movements were uncoordinated at first but soon they caught on to the appropriate rhythm.
A heated score of Ren's bed creaking and slick noises filled the tiny space. Ren's blood was running white, his body chasing the end, in need of salvation to put him out. He pictured himself much better than he is now. A much more calm, cool, and collected version of himself lost within his psyche while the much more pathetic version gets to experience this. Tears sting his lashline, threatening to spill over his ruddy cheeks, but he holds them back. That is the least he can do for Magnas. Everytime he goes to speak, his hips move and completely wipe out whatever train of thought he had going, the pleasure zipping up his spine like a lightning strike.
"Mmph— Being so... ssso good for me liefling—" Ren grunts, his eyebrows knitted together. "Maybe— I want to loosen up— oh shit— I could loosen your stitching a little bit if you'd let me. We can work up to it, yeah?" Ren leans down to hunch over Magnas, speaking directly into the stuffed bear's ear. "I'll teach you how to take me properly. Inch by inch." Each word was accentuated with a pointed slam of his hips.
He'd never hurt Magnas.
But a man has needs.
Ren was a needy man. A disgustingly needy man.
His avarice would soon weaken him physically, his whole body collapsing onto the pile of sheets that accumulated through his vigorous movements. He lifted his hips up off the bed as best he could as to not completely crush Magnas, but his in thrusts squished his lover into the bed regardless. His noises devolved into something more animalistic, like a needy puppy begging for something.
"Close— oh baby, please—!" Ren chokes out, his cock weeping and slick with his own lust now being used as lube. His head rubs deliciously up against Magnas' snout, sending sparks flying. "Gonna—" Ren swallows hard with a warbled whimper coming after. "Gonna breed you so you're mine— nngh— gonna take my knot like a good liege should. Yeah? You want the king's knot in you?" His arms hugged around Magnas for a tighter grip around his aching dick. His face turns into his pillow, feeling tears now free flowing, spilling like crystal clear rivers carved into the Earth's soil. "Wanna be— hhng— wanna— I—oh god—pleasepleaseee fuckkK—!"
His hips jump and jerk violently as he cums, openly sobbing between stuttery whines and wet moans. His eyes are drawn shut tight as he grips Magnas so tight he fears his fingers may rip the fabric holding him together. Cum pulses from his cock, each twitch earning a weak cry from Ren. It goes on for what feels like a lifetime, his muddled brain wanting more but his nerves trying to shock sense into him to stop. When the overstimulation starts to bleed into unpleasant, he slows his thrust to a stop and manages to flop to his side and not directly on top of his partner.
Which speaking of, is completely drenched. It looks worse than it does, but it doesn't help that Magnas' face was the part that got the most of it, with the rest dripping onto the belly. The space that was under the two of them is also soaked in what Ren can only think to be sweat and precum. The older man sits there and weakly tries to calm his body as it comes down from the extreme high and the impending afterglow.
Slowly, he lifts Magnas from his dick, wincing at the firing of nerves, and cuddles the stuffed wizard close to his chest, trying his best to wipe off any cum left behind.
"I'm— Oh geez— Mags I'm so sorry I made a mess of you." Deep down he's not entirely sorry, but it doesn't cost much to be nice. Magnas looks up at him with a poker face to rival the gods, and Ren just giggles. "It was kind of hot, hm? Maybe we'll have to do it another way... if you wanna do it again."
