#marty.n

[target--practice]

Thinking that martyn should get his hands on grian and run through his feathers. Ruffle them and rile Grian up, get under his skin and get his breathing shallow and hitched. Grian, sprawled out in a nest of blankets and pillows and stolen things from everyone else, pressing his thighs together only to be so pliant and easy when Martyn urges them open. His wings splayed out behind him, chirping and trilling as Martyn's fingers dip between his thighs, teasing a slick, puffy cloaca that's eager for contact. And when Martyn leans down to mouth at it, Grian gasps, high and needy and his hand finds Martyn's hair so quickly, keeping him there as he grinds against his tongue. Martyn, caught between soft feathered thighs, talons scratching at his scalp, and he can't even find it in himself to consider the danger of suffocation when Grian's gushing against him, trying to quite literally get tongue-fucked

Martyn wiping squirt and slick from his face as he gasps for air, sees the lax form of Grian beneath him, chest equally heaving, and all he can think about is how good it would be to fuck him. There's no time to even hope to build up to that though, so instead he crowds over Grian, listens to those soft coos and peeps as he grinds his cock against Grian's stomach. A trail of feathers fucked askew and sweat against his brow, and Martyn doesn't even hesitate to streak cum up Grian's chest, painting soft skin a creamy white. Grian squirming tiredly, only because he so desperately wanted that cum inside of him. But then Martyn's scooping it up with shaky fingers to grind them into Grian's hole, and he's met with a new burst of energy as Grian chirps and moans, eager to get as much inside of him as possible. Shuddering as he cums again, absolutely spent and exhausted, chirping needily for Martyn to cuddle close, pressing his thigh to Martyn's cock to return the favour as an arm wraps around his hip.

[the-flamingo-anon]

Double Life Soulmates: Who was what position?

Grian topped Scar like, once, but it was Scar the rest of the time. At first because Grian didn’t really give a damn, but then they were red and extra horny and he tried to fight to top but no way in hell Scar was giving him that.

Etho topped but Joel was in charge. Etho did almost everything he was told, only refusing a couple things because he’s stubborn about those.

Impulse and Bdubs switched around a bit. Just based on how who felt what way. They would rock/paper/scissors over who was where if they both wanted the same thing.

BigB topped Ren. Ren thinks he was in charge but BigB just let him believe it because he knows how Ren is.

Cleo definitely would have topped Martyn. Y’know, if they actually worked together.

Tango and Jimmy unfortunately never had penetrative sex. Maybe some frotting but they got too nervous about doing anything more.

And well…Scott and Pearl would never fuck because Scott is gay. That and honestly double life Pearl is aroace to me. Is she aware of this? Yes and no. She’s aware it’s a thing, and it sounds familiar, but…there’s no way she’s that, right??? She’s in denial

[dyetales]

I love it when people mention little facts and I can go "oh, this can so be translated to smut, thanks"

Like dolphins mess with pufferfish because pufferfish toxins can make them high.

So imagine with me, Dolphin!Scott just poking and a prodding at Pufferfish!Martyn in limlife, for a bit of a pick me up, and Martyn makes Scott work for it in some many ways.

like gathering stuff, hand jobs, getting good enchants, blow jobs, could range from anything.

And when Scott is high, he's just the best to fuck.

[crystal-consort]

Mean Gills totally fucked. Each other and the others

Come to make a deal with them? Well you better expect to make it worth their time. You aren't leaving until you can barely stand, cum dripping down your thighs, your sides torn up and bruised from sharp claws and sharper teeth. Maybe you got the deal, maybe you owe them a little more. You better pay them another visit later tonight.

They're definitely fucking when you get there, Martyn riding Scott's thigh, not allowed to actually get a taste until you're there. When you do finally make yourself known he's got tears down his cheeks, so hard and leaking. He's on you as soon as Scott lets him, and as you get stuffed full of cum Martyn just keeps stuffing it deeper and deeper, Scott watching with hungry eyes as he keeps up the business talk.

[the-flamingo-anon]

Kinktober 2025 day 7

Cleo was starving. They were so far from town, and the hunting for wild animals was proving extremely difficult, impossible even. The only sources of blood they could even sense nearby were Pearl and Martyn.

They don’t want to resort to that. They don’t want to hurt Pearl, and Martyn had been through so much already. Pearl sees how Cleo, pale as they already were, grow even paler, asking if they are okay. Cleo brushes her aside, insisting they can go just a bit longer, they can find something soon. Pearl lets it go until Cleo collapses a little later, gripping their stomach and groaning.

Pearl and Martyn prop them up to sit against a tree, and Pearl straddles herself over Cleo, instructing Martyn to get behind her and undo her corset so she can open up her shirt. He does so, despite Cleo’s protest. Pearl reassures them it will be okay. She trusts Cleo, knows they will only take what they need. As soon as the corset is off, Pearl is undoing her shirt, fully unbuttoning it and leaving it hanging open, neck and chest and all on display.

Cleo still refuses, they can’t bear to see Pearl injured, to see the unmarked flesh of her body punctured by their fangs and stained with the blood that will spill. Martyn hastily removes his headband, shoving it over Cleo’s head and covering their eyes. Now they won’t have to see anything. They try to make another excuse, but before they can come up with anything, they feel hands pushing their face into Pearl’s neck.

Their lips brush her skin, and Cleo’s nostrils are overwhelmingly filled with the scent of blood. It’s overpowering, they are unable to resist their starved urges and bite into her. Tasting her, drinking her, lapping at her skin for any drop they missed. They hear her moaning as they fill themselves with her sweet taste, feel her hips slightly grind into theirs as they drag their tongue from her collarbone back up to the bite.

They pull themselves out of proximity of her neck as soon as they have had enough to last them the trip back to town. They’d had enough…but Pearl didn’t. They can still feel her grinding into them, whining. They remind her Martyn is still there, grabbing her hips and holding her still. Telling her she will have to wait until they are home.

[crystal-consort]

Jimmy getting his little cunt stuffed full while he's called a good boy

Martyn fingering him, purposely being rough with him. Calling him a good boy, such a slut. He's dripping wet around his fingers, and it's a good thing he's so wet because he's not gonna be gentle. He practically fists Jimmy before he pulls away, hand dripping with the slick that he uses to lube up a toy. It's a thick, fat dildo, too big to easily hold, but Martyn feeds it into Jimmy slow and steady, holds his cheeks apart as the other whimpers and whines, rocking his hips back into it. It's so thick, so much, unyielding and spreading him open. But he can't help but want more, head spinning from the fullness and pleasure as Martyn calls him good, praises him as more and more disappears into Jimmy's cunt

By the time the base of it meets Jimmy he's squirting around it, all it took was the brush against his little clit for him to cum. He doesn't stop cumming, and it doesn't help that Martyn presses the dildo in, rocking it in and leaving Jimmy boneless, twitching and whimpering with every spark of pleasure

[crystal-consort]

Thinking about Martyn in a skirt again

He'd swish it around, feeling so pretty in it. It doesn't matter if it's a "girly thing," he thinks he looks great in it. Scott thinks so too, feeling Martyn up through the layers of skirt and ruffles. He'd convince Martyn to try on some lacey panties, maybe some lipstick and eyeshadow. Call him a pretty little thing. Maybe he'd take it a little further when he's fucking Martyn, skirt bunched up around his hips. Tell Martyn that he looks like a girl, and he's such a whore for letting himself get fucked like one.

Martyn's way too into it, head spinning as he moans and presses back into Scott's thrusts. He can't stop thinking about being called a girl, about how Scott makes a show of complaining every time Martyn dresses up a little, thigh highs and glossy lips and mascara. And all the while Scott complains, degrades Martyn as he fucks him, bitches that he has to take care of his whorish team mate and that he should've teamed up with a real man instead of a girly little slut

[crystal-consort]

Last life Scar my wife it's a crime that I haven't talked about her yet </3

She's so lonely and has no friends but every night she finds company. It's usually Grian, who feels guilty for cheating her at the start. They have messy, aggressive sex, and Grian's never there in the morning when she wakes up, but Scar has bruises pressed into his hips for days, so in the few days of absence before Grian comes back, she has something to remember it by

Mumbo and Martyn came by once asking for "crystals" and she makes a deal that she'll give them one if and only if she gets to give a little demo. She takes great pleasure in fucking Martyn open and making Mumbo watch. All soft, sweet whispers, calling Martyn a pretty litle slut, such a whore for letting her fuck him in front of his husband. Such a whore, and he's getting off on it. When she ends up sandwiched between the two, fucked until she passes out, it's comforting to wake up taken care of with a little note from the two, some food waiting for her

Joel's all bark but no bite, shockingly gentle for a red name, and she welcomes him into the top of magical mountain any time. He doesn't come over often, scared to actually hurt her, but she's happy to take the lead, fucking Joel on her cock and letting him fall apart in her bed. Joel always stays until the morning, and some mornings they go at it again, Joel gagging on Scar's cock while they wash off in the river

So yeah, Scar's alone, but she gets plenty of love and use from her fellow lifers