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libraryofgage · 3 months

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Life in Miniature (One)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two Harley Quinn One 10th Doctor and Rose One | Two (on the way!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz) Jedediah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum) One (you're here!)

There will be more Jedtavius in the next parts I promise, I just thought this would be a funner introduction to the AU lmao

I just love those little guy dudes from the museum so much hfjdks and now we get two pairs of them

Also, fun fact, I took Steve's Roman name from, like, an actual king of Rome. The actual sixth king. He seemed like a chill dude.

Anyway, there's a meme at the end and as always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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When Robin took this job as a night guard, she didn't think the previous guard's words about history coming to life at night was, you know, real. She thought it was a joke, a predictable and corny joke, but a joke nonetheless.

But now, after being chased by a T-Rex, getting saved by Theodore Roosevelt, and almost being taken captive by fucking Attila the Hun, Robin thinks this job definitely isn't worth $16.50 an hour. Then again, this is the best paying job she's had in a while, and she was living a nocturnal life anyway.

Robin groans, leaning against a wall in the diorama exhibit, and slides down to the floor. She lets her head fall back against the wall, her eyes slipping shut as she slides. "This is crazy. This is insane. I need to find a fucking weapon or something," she mutters.

"Pardon me," comes a voice close to her head, "but might you be the goddess Diana?"

As pick-up lines go, it's not the worst one she's heard. And, based on what she knows of Greek and Roman deities, it wouldn't be too far off. Still, she does not want to be hit on by whatever weird historical thing is trying to flirt with her.

Robin takes a deep breath, opens her eyes, and says, "Do I look like a goddess to you?"

She looks to her left where the voice came from, blinking when her gaze falls on a figurine that would barely reach her ankle. He's dressed in a toga with a chest plate, wrist guards, a sword on his waist, and a deep purple cape over his shoulders. His hair is, honestly, the most impressive thing Robin has ever seen, made only more impressive by the golden laurels resting perfectly against his temples.

He's looking at her with wide eyes, more awed than anything else. "Yes," he says. "I have heard the gods are larger than life."

Okay. Fair.

"Why Diana, man?" Robin asks.

He tilts his head, studying her for a moment, looking her up and down. "You give me the same feeling as statues of Noble Diana with her Huntresses," he explains, pausing for a moment before adding, "A feeling of kinship, perhaps?"

Oh. This...this is like ancient Roman gaydar, right? Robin snorts and turns, resting her elbow on her knee. "I'm definitely not Diana. My name is Robin. I'm the new night guard."

His eyes brighten some, his smile growing wider and certainly charming enough to make the hearts of a few girls and guys flutter. "I am Servius Tullius, Sixth King of Rome, son of Vulcan, weapons master of the gods, and adopted son of Jedediah, Cowboy King of the Wild West, and Octavius, general of the Roman army."

Robin nods, letting all of the those words process in her head before saying, "Mind if I call you Steve? You look like a Steve."

The Sixth King of Rome blinks, looking slightly confused before his eyes light up with understanding. "Ah! A nickname! Yes, I am familiar with this concept. You may call me Steve, Lady Robin, as a show of our newfound friendship."

"Yeah, don't call me Lady Robin. Just Robin is fine," she says, hesitating before offering her hand to Steve.

"As you wish, Just Robin," he says, stepping carefully onto her hand and remaining steady as she raises him higher.

Robin blinks, frowning slightly and about to correct him again when she sees his smile and realizes it's a joke. "Okay, very funny, dingus," she says, carefully poking his side.

"Is dingus another nickname? It sounds like an insult."

"It usually is, but it's affectionate when I say it."

"Oh! Yes, like when Ockie calls Jed a philistine."

"Uh, sure," Robin says, nodding once as she lets Steve move to stand on her shoulder. He quickly sits, holding onto the collar of her jacket as she carefully stands up. "Hey, you know what I'm supposed to do about the dinosaur bones?"

"Rexy? Yes, he enjoys a game of fetch."

"Fetch. Of course."

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"What's going on in that head of yours, little man?"

Steve blinks, looks over at Jedediah, and raises an eyebrow at him. "I'm taller than you," he says, gesturing to the good inch he has on Jedediah.

"As long as you're my son, you're a little man."

Doing his best to not laugh, Steve nods once and points to the new diorama set up in the middle of the room. It's a circular diorama, centered on an equally circular stage divided into sections. A cacophony of noise echoes from it, clashing as each slice of the stage fights for dominance. "I'm trying to figure out what in Jupiter's name they're doing over there," he says.

"Well, most of it sounds like music," Jedediah says, "I think."

"It's not any music I've heard before," Octavius says, coming to a stop next to Jedediah and frowning at the diorama. "I would have assumed it the unholy shrieking of the damned."

"Perhaps it would be nicer if they weren't all playing at once," Steve suggests, hands on his hips as he tilts his head.

"Oh, boy, there it is," Jedediah says, his grin audible in his tone. "He's got the King Face."

"What are your intentions, my boy?" Octavius asks.

Before Steve can answer, Robin strolls into the room, grinning when she sees the raving diorama in the middle. She walks over to Steve, Jedediah, and Octavius, crouches down, and says, "Hey, guys. I see you're checking out the History of Rock display."

"History of Rock?" Steve asks.

"What in the sweet hell do rocks have to do with that mess?" Jedediah asks, gesturing to the noisy stage.

Robin rolls her eyes. "No, like, rock music. It's a genre. Anyway, it was sponsored by some musician, so it's a permanent display now."

"And they will be...playing every night?" Octavius asks.

"Probably."

Steve frowns a little more and nods, rolling his shoulders back. "If they are a permanent fixture in our hallowed hall, they must be welcomed. As Sixth King of Rome, this duty falls upon my shoulders. Fathers, I shall return shortly."

"Woah, woah, hold your horses there, little man," Jedediah says, moving to stand in front of Steve. "You're not going anywhere near that snake pit without some back up."

"A few centurions, at least," Octavius agrees.

"I will have Robin. What better protection is there?"

Jedediah and Octavius glance at each other before looking at Robin. She grins and offers them a two finger salute. "I'll guard him with my life," she says, "It's literally my job."

With that reassurance, Jedediah and Octavius move out of the way. Steve steps onto Robin's hand and settles on her shoulder with practiced ease, ignoring the nervous flutter in his stomach at greeting the new museum residents. He hopes they'll get along, but he also knows the might of his Roman army and the railroad workers can crush any who stand in their way.

Robin stops next to the diorama, tilting her head as she studies it. This close, Steve can see the bands playing on each slice of stage, the instruments and fashion shifting as his gaze travels around it. "Uh, excuse me," Robin says, raising her voice.

The raucous noise from the diorama screeches to a halt, the feedback making Robin and Steve grimace slightly. "Uh, hi. We're the official welcome crew for the Hall of Miniatures here. So, I'll need someone to represent your, like, whole display," Robin says, glancing over the bands until she finds one she recognizes. "Okay, I know you guys, so I'll be designating you the spokesband. Now, could the lead singer step forward?"

Steve watches as someone on the "Corroded Coffin" (what an odd name for a band) slice of the stage steps forward. Robin offers her hand to them, carefully lifting it away once they step on. "Great, uh, carry on, I guess. But, like, maybe play some of your quieter stuff for a bit," she says, her words barely out before the music starts up and the crowds start screaming once more.

She sighs and just walks over to the bench, letting off the person on her hand before letting Steve slide down her arm in a move they spent nearly three weeks practicing if only because they knew it would look cool.

When he hops onto the bench, Steve walks up to the other miniature, a man his age with long hair and odd clothes with tears that Robin once said were fashionable. His instrument is still slung over his shoulders, resting casually against his hips much like Steve's sword. Steve suddenly finds himself thinking that the man looks a little like a warrior. An odd one, to be sure, but a handsome one nonetheless.

He flashes his most charming smile, lets his shoulders relax, and says, "My friend here is Robin, Guardian of Brooklyn. I am Servius Tullius, Sixth King of Rome, son of Vulcan, weapons master of the gods, and adopted son of Jedediah, Cowboy King of the Wild West, and Octavius, general of the Roman army. You, however, may call me Steve."

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As far as Eddie was concerned, nothing mattered so long as Corroded Coffin got to keep rocking in an endless concert. The energy never waned, the set list never grew boring, and the music never stopped. He was ready to inform this welcoming crew of just that and promise Hell on Earth if they tried to disrupt the music (angry concert goers are a force of nature), when the words just died in his throat.

Because the most gorgeous man he's ever seen slides down that giant lady's arm, easily and smoothly landing on the bench. Somehow, his hair is perfectly windswept, the golden laurels glinting in the lights above them. His purple cape flutters softly as he walks closer, his toned thighs on full display with the toga hem that falls to the middle of them. There's a sword on the guy's hip, a chest plate that Eddie wants to pull off, a smile he wants to taste, and a pair of freckles right next to each other on the guy's cheek he wants to drag his tongue across.

He misses most of the introduction because he's too busy staring. He gets the important bits, though: Robin, a king, son of a god, adopted son of two dads. Eddie licks his lips nervously, a grin of his own tugging at his lips as he steps forward and playfully bows. "It's an honor to meet you, Your Majesty," he says.

It's supposed to come out joking, a little poke at the guy's authority to see if he can be riled up. It actually comes out way too genuine, and Eddie has a sudden realization that he meant it. He absolutely will accept this guy as his king, actually. He'll fall to his knees before him right now if asked, and not just because it might give him a little peek under the dude's toga.

"Please, just call me Steve. There's no need to be so formal."

Eddie bites the inside of his cheek, hoping Steve doesn't realize that the things Eddie is thinking about (the things he wants to do to and with Steve) are just about the least formal things on this earth. "Good to know," he says, relieved his voice sounds normal as he stands up straight and offers his hand. "Name's Eddie Munson, uh, lead singer of Corroded Coffin."

Steve blinks, and his smile becomes a bit more genuine as he steps closer and clasps Eddie's forearm. "A fellow leader," he says, squeezing Eddie's arm. "Welcome to our museum."

"Y-yeah," Eddie says, his arm still tingling when Steve lets go. He clears his throat, idly tugging on a few strands of hair. "So, uh, what's the deal around here? I mean, giant women...Roman kings...cowboys, it looks like."

"Our noble museum is home to Pharoah Ahkmenrah and his tablet, which brings the exhibits to life each night," Steve explains.

"There's a few rules, though," Robin says, sitting down on the bench behind Steve. "One, no getting into fights. Two, be back in your display by sunrise. Three, no leaving the museum at night."

"What? Why not?"

"We have lost good exhibits to Sol Invictus's morning rays," Steve says, frowning slightly. "So, be careful."

Eddie stares at Steve with wide eyes as he nods, amazed at the fact that Steve seems to talk like that so genuinely. And the fact that Eddie is...kinda into it. Holy shit, that's not helping with Eddie's whole "fall to his knees" thing. He wouldn't mind some good old-fashioned worship if Steve would just smile at him again.

Maybe his prayers are heard, because Steve smiles at him again. "Wonderful," he says. "Now, Eddie, could I interest you in a tour of the museum tonight?"

"Oh, you could interest me in a lot of things, sweetheart," Eddie blurts out, his mouth running faster than his brain.

He snaps his jaw shut, relieved and horrified at Steve's slightly confused expression and Robin's "I know what you are" thousand-yard stare from over his shoulder. Before he can try to backtrack, Steve snaps, understanding in his eyes. "Ah! Sweetheart is a nickname, yes? I accept your offer of friendship."

Eddie clenches his jaw, stopping himself from saying that it's more than friendships he's offering, and smiles. "Yeah. A nickname. That's all. I'm just...a nickname kinda guy. I'll probably think of more, too, Stevie. Like that."

Steve practically beams, and Eddie feels his knees go weak. "I look forward to it," he says, turning on his heel to look at Robin, who thankfully schools her expression. "Robin, this is where we leave you for the night. You have my word that Eddie will be back in place before sunrise."

"Well, you two kids have fun," she says, grinning in a way that immediately puts Eddie on edge. "I'd better not hear about any funny business, though. Absolutely no bases should be reached tonight, and you'd better not do any conquering or pillaging."

She definitely looks at Eddie when she says that last bit. Eddie stiffens, doing his best to hold back a blush when Steve glances over at his, the confusion clear on his face. "Conquering requires more planning than this, Robin. I've told you before."

"Don't worry about it, dingus. Just have fun. Here, I'll even call a ride for you," she says, winking at them before turning, holding her fingers to her mouth, and whistling sharply.

Steve walks over to Eddie right as the ground starts to shake, easily catching him around the waist before he can lose his balance. "The shaking does take some getting used to," he says, his tone full of sympathy and obliviousness to the crisis Eddie is experiencing.

When his brain finally catches up enough to ask what he's talking about, a dinosaur skeleton slides into the room, its body wiggling excitedly as it growls. Eddie jerks back, the arm around his waist tightening some. "What the fuck?!" he shouts.

"Worry not," Steve says, leaning closer. His voice is a little softer now, his breath fanning over Eddie's ear. "This is Rexy, our steed for the evening. He's very friendly."

"Friendly," Eddie mumbles, letting himself be dragged over to Rexy and placed on the dinosaur's head by Robin. "The dinosaur is friendly."

"Many of the exhibits are," Steve tells him, grinning brightly as Rexy begins moving after a pet on the snout from Robin.

Eddie looks at him, feeling blinded by Steve's smile once more, and completely forgets about the living dinosaur skeleton.

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safetystars · 4 months

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Welcome...

I sense you hunger for ever more... For worlds better and bigger. You crave expanded horizons, experience taken to new heights. So did most whose stories lie within these annals. So do I. Let us stay a while together. While it may be futile to try to sate our ever-growing lust, the pursuit is always enticing...

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charliexxxsharpe · 1 year

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Worship it

Kiss it

Love it 😘

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murderofcrow · 5 months

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ii throwing the mask lmao (source)

#wonder if ves was in on their lil stunt or if he was just in the back watching like 👁👄👁#having a mini heart attack #sleep token #sleep token worship #sleep token ii #sleep token iv #vessel ii #vessel iv

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animalgenderbodypart · 4 months

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A Solution

Tessa has been having muscle pain, she seeks out the village Mage to get some relief.

"What… is that?" Tessa asked quizzically as the Mage's apprentice held a small vial of clear liquid triumphantly toward her.

"It's a solution!" He chirped happily "to your chest pain issues. Just rub this stuff on it once a day and your pain should decrease. Come back in a few days to check in; if it's working I'll give you a bigger batch, if you have any side effects we'll sort it out"

Stuff. Right, that sounds specific.

As if there was nothing more to discuss, he ushered her out the door of the homely little shop and onto the busy market street.

She had only met Jaxon a week prior, outside a local clinic, where he'd encouraged her to come see the Mage if the traditional methods weren't helping. Tessa wasn't sure this was going to work, but was at her wits end with pouring money into every other type of medicine that hadn't helped at all. The Mage's 'magic' seemed worth a try, at least.

Almost as soon as she entered her little cottage she flipped her shirt up over her head and headed over to the small mirror in the corner. She examined herself on instinct, sighing softly at the familiar dissapointment that she saw.

She dropped a little of the clear liquid into her palm. It was thicker than she expected, but it lathered onto her chest easily, tingling as she massaged it in. It was instant relief, the aching released in a single moment.

The next few days turned it into a routine; get up, shower, apply the gel. Repeat. Occasionally she caught herself in a reflection and thought her breasts looked bigger, but chalked it up to being more confident now that she wasn't in constant pain. Her libido was up too, but again the pain being gone was such a relief that it didn't bother her.

Once the small vial was empty she returned to the Mage healer's store. An older man answered the door, his angular features distinct on his narrow face. He greeted her with a warm smile, gesturing for her to enter,

"Hello, Tessa was it?" His voice was gravely and she suppressed a shiver, replying in the affirmative as he led her inside. "How are you feeling? Jax told me about the ointment he gave for your... condition."

She blushed at the thought of them discussing her breasts, but gathered herself quickly. "I'm well! The pain is a fraction of what it used to be, and I'm feeling so much better and more confident."

"That's excellent, Jaxon is in the back… taking care of some business for me. I've got some more here for you, it's a slightly different formula so you're going to need a whole pump from the nozzle, every day, as you were doing before. Other than that, you should be worry-free." He held the bottle out to her, and she took it gently, trying not to look excited as she slipped it into her bag.

Tessa payed quickly and thanked the Mage, letting him lead her to the door. The walk home was meant to be swift, as she was eager to relieve the again growing ache of her chest. But her mind kept wandering to what she imagined Jax was doing in the back room,

He said it so strangely... 'taking care of business...' but she shook the thoughts away each time they started to get away from her.

By the time she reached her home, the pain was burning. Was it always this bad? She practically tore off her shirt and once again stood in front of the mirror. She pumped a handful of the thick, clear solution onto her palm and lathered it onto her chest.

"Fuck," she breathed as the relief hit her; it felt so good that she could feel her downstairs stiffen as she massaged her chest. Colours, not now. She thought, willing it to go down but continuing to work in the ointment. Once it was absorbed, she looked again into the mirror, heart beat heavy in her chest.

They are definitely bigger now, and are my hips wider too?

As she shook her head, trying to banish the ridiculous thoughts, her breasts started to hurt again. She glanced at the bottle on the table beside her.

Oh! Spent so long inspecting myself, I didn't even put on the solution! Tessa internally scalded herself, pumping another handful and rubbing it along her chest. The feeling was electric, and she moaned softly, her denim pants straining against the friction of her hard-on. She kept rubbing her chest, relishing in the plump softness she wasn't accustomed to.

Tessa came back to herself lying in bed, stroking her cock and touching her sensitive nipples. She moaned out loud as she shuddered and released her hot load all over her own chest and stomach. Breathing heavily, she looked around and noticed her discarded pants and shoes by the mirror.

That's odd. She thought, but she felt really good, and assumed she just needed some alone time after applying her meds.

I did put it on right? She almost rose to get some, but stopped herself. Of course I did, otherwise they would hurt. Satisfied with that explanation, she rolled over and went to sleep.

The next morning, Tessa woke to the fiery ache in her chest, is it even worse today?

She groaned audibly and went straight over to her little mirror.

Once again, the tingling relief was incredible and she saw her member peek into the reflection as it rose to attention. She tried to ignore it and focused on the rest of herself. There was no denying it now, her breasts were not the same size anymore. They were starting to get plump and round, her skin was softer to the touch than it used to be.

She turned away from the mirror, still trying to put it out of her mind. There was simply no way her body had changed so much overnight. She moved into the next room and got into the shower, not realising the bottle was still in her hand.

The warm water relaxed her, and she took deep breaths to calm down. Without opening her eyes, Tess pumped a handful of what was definitely body wash and massaged her body with it. Her cock was still hard, begging for attention as the ointment worked it's magic. She started to stroke her long dick with both hands slicked with the solution, breathing heavily as her mind fuzzed with pleasure.

She managed to snap herself out of it as the water ran cold, making her yelp as the sudden change shocked her mind back to normalcy.

After the shower, she would normally shave and get changed, but she could feel that her face was still smooth, so headed back into the main room of her cabin. By the time she put on panties and a bath robe her breasts were starting to hurt again, and she was beginning to think this gel was 'weaker' than the last one, and put two more full pumps into her palm, then slathered it onto her breasts. Her eyes rolled back as the pleasure hit her, tits expanding under her massaging fingers. Her cock sprung back to attention, slipping past the panties and twitching as she touched herself.

Looking into the mirror revealed that her still slim waist gave way to wider hips and thicker thighs. Tessa's internal confusion and disbelief was smothered under a cloud of lust and pleasure. As if on instinct she pumped more of the solution onto her chest, moaning as they grew beneath her touch, straining the plush fabric of the robe. She thought about putting more of the addicting gel onto her cock, but managed to pry her mind from the depth of the lust.

I need to see the Mage. Something is really wrong.

Her legs shook from pleasure and worry as she stuffed her thickened thighs and girldick into shorts that no longer fit. She undid the robe and couldn't help but gawk at her own figure. Her tits were huge compared to how they used to be. Her eyes flicked to the bottle, it was only half full.

Wha- how?! Her confusion and fear grew, she couldn't possibly have used that much in two days. She threw on the biggest hoodie she owned, but her bras didn't nearly fit anymore, so her breasts were still very prominent. Good enough. she thought to herself, setting out toward the market.

Tessa felt like people were staring as she rushed through the busy market street. She could feel her hips swaying in the tight shorts and was painfully aware of how much her breasts bounced as she tried to hurry toward the centre of town. She tried to look confident but felt practically naked as she had to push past people to get to the Mage's door. After what felt like an eternity, she didn't even think to knock, just flung open the door and marched into the small shop.

What she found inside was a short girl splayed out on a small coffee table, her large breasts bouncing as Jaxon thrusted into her mouth.

Holy shit.

Tessa was a virgin. She'd never seen or done anything like this. Arousal immediately stirred within her, threatening to cloud her mind as she fought to control herself.

He slowed his movement as she entered, meeting her eyes with a shocked expression. She was about to protest, to shout at him for lying, for taking advantage, for changing her, when the button on her straining shorts popped off and her achingly hard cock sprung free.

Jaxon looked even more shocked, but then he grinned. The grin was menacing, his eyes twinkling with excitement, and his words came as a growl,

"Tessa, sweetheart, this is Lily. She was having a similar problem to you. Now she's nice and happy, aren't you Lily?" Lily moaned loudly as he thrust back into her mouth. Tessa began to salivate at the sight, but tried in vain to clear her mind. "I want you to try her out. You want that, don't you?" Tessa tried to shake her head no, to turn and leave, but she ran straight into the Mage. His eyes pierced her mind as she met them, and her knees went weak. He turned her back around to look at Lily, dripping wet and moaning as Jax violated her mouth. Tessa began to lose her grip on her mind, drooling as Jax poured a familiar, clear liquid onto Lily's already voluptuous chest.

She took an involuntary step toward them, her cock twitching in anticipation as she watched the young apprentice massage the gel into Lily, her large tits growing bigger and bouncing even more heavily. It was mesmerizing, she didn't even notice when the Mage pulled her hoodie off, or when he poured that thick subtance onto her shoulders and began to rub in in.

She stepped closer again as her sensitive breasts grew larger, trying in vain to command her body to stop, to turn back. Something. She shuddered as her tip touched Lily's entrance.

So warm and inviting... Her mind was so clouded with lust, she moaned as the Mage started massaging her breasts, adding more gel and making them even bigger. Her cock grew too, lengthening until Lily's wet cunt swallowed the tip. In that moment the last of her resistance snapped, and she thrust into her tight hole. The pleasure was indescribable, her head spun as she thrust repeatedly into the girl beneath her. Lily started to scream in pleasure and pain as Tessa's oversized cock pounded into her.

Jaxon pulled out of Lily's mouth to let her moan and scream as his new plaything's cock streched her out. It was quite the sight, watching two girls fuck like animals, massive racks jiggling wildly as they go at it. He started to stroke himself, satisfied at how well he'd done. He hadn't realised she was a such a catch when they had met and she had agreed to come to him for help. He definitely couldn't have forseen how well the serum would work on someone like her.

Before Tess could get the climax she desperately needed, the Mage whipped the two girls around so that Tess was lying on the table and Lily was sat on her cock. She didn't have the strength or the will to protest as the Mage unzipped his pants, revealing a perfect, huge, hard cock that he slipped into her drooling mouth. She moaned around him, eyes in the back of her head as Lily bounced in time with his thrusts.

Jax didn't know how long he watched the three of them, stroking his sensitive cock, edging himself. He watched the Mage's handsome face and gorgeous cock; Tessa's giant, pale tits wobbling and smacking together as her body got used. Lily's tanned skin contrasting against them both, her equally swollen body parts jiggled on her small frame as she bounced, and she was practically screaming in pleasure. Eventually he snapped himself out of it, lubed up his aching, twitching love-rod and positioned himself behind Lily. He grabbed her massive knockers as he thrusted into Tessa's tight little backdoor. He grunted as he let the pent up energy out, fucking her with reckless abandon.

The Mage watched his three sluts with satisfaction. Their faces of lust made him salivate, and their sounds of primal need sent him over the edge. He breathed heavily as he pumped his seed down Tessa's throat. She tried to swallow, but he pulled out halfway through as she began shaking and shuddering, filling Lily with her own fluids. As he covered her face in his cum, she kept thrusting, cumming her mind away as Jaxon released in her ass, the overflow of fluids leaking out of the girls and onto the wooden floor.

The last remnant of Tessa's free mind drifted through her head,

At least now I know what Business meant.

The Mage did up his pants, satisfied with the mess he made of his three servants. There was sure to be more where that came from.

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nemfrog · 2 years

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Prompt: moon worship at night 1959 linen postcard.

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the-crystal-emperor · 2 months

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namelessbutters-doodles · 4 months

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''Let me Worship, You. The Star Prince.''

Characters : Gene Simmons, Paul Stanley, Velvet Von Ragnar.

Pairing : Stardemon/ Vonstar

Setting: Mid 80s

Au: Never Too Young to Die Au (Good Route).

Summary: ''I will not repeat those words, You've said in there Paul but I want to know....'' Velvet gently turns Paul's face towards her, seeing his sadden look. Wiping the tears that were threatening to fall away before they do, stroking his cheek. Paul opens his eyes, looking at her. sniffling a little.

''Do you really think that? About your body and Yourself?'' She asked.

She asked it. The inevitable thing he didn't to be asked yet it happened, it was out now. Right there...

Right out in front of him.

The question....

Do you really think that? About your body and yourself?

Was finally out.

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⚠️Warnings: Body worship, Nudity, Angst, Comfort, Oral Sex Implied, Body dysmorphia, Negative thinking, Self hatred, Words of affirmation, Open/Ambiguous ending, Gentle touches, Cunnligous, Ask to tag, This was supposed to be a moodboard wtf-

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''Let me worship, In a way you deserved to be worshipped...''

Velvet muttered,

Looming over Paul on the bed. Directly on top of him, staring directly down at him with nothing but care in this little world of there's. Staring at him as he stares in awe and scared of her, wearing nothing but a towel.

Scared of her seeing his body.

Coming out from a long shower, then being pushed onto the bed by her before he can think or speak. Confused at first on why she pushed him until she spoke to him in a way that made him stay quiet for a while, tears that almost started appearing. Lips quivering, throat clamping a little.

''Is that, what you think of your body?'' Velvet kindly asked, watching Paul's face changed. She moves a few curls out of the way, to get a better look at him.

''Wh-what d-do you mean?'' Paul Questioned, tightening the fluff of fabric against him. So nothing would show, nothing was showing but he did it anyway and she noticed.

She sighed.

''I've heard you, y'know?'' His eyes widen, turning his face away from her. Avoiding her stare and the question, focusing on the window beside him. ''In the bathroom, You were....''

Paul shuts his eyes, trying to shut her out.

''You were hurting yourself with words, in a way I've never imagined you to say. Degrading your body and perhaps mind with words that shouldn't never be uttered from anyone or to you for that matter...''

But he couldn't, he never could when she was around.

''Telling yourself you look horrendous in the mirror while looking exceptionally gorgeous, pointing out the things that may seem like flaws to you or the things on your body that been there since the beginning or starting to appear, while may seem awful to you but it's special to me....''

She goes on and on, proclaiming words to him while he lays there just taking the things she's saying. Gulping when she says the words like Beautiful, charming, pointing out some of thing that she thinks are radiant to her until...

''I will not repeat those words, You've said in there Paul but I want to know....'' Velvet gently turns Paul's face towards her, seeing his sadden look. Wiping the tears that were threatening to fall away before they do, stroking his cheek.

Paul opens his eyes, looking at her. sniffling a little.

''Do you really think that? About your body and Yourself?'' She asked.

She asked it. The inevitable thing he didn't to be asked yet it happened, it was out now. Right there...

Right out in front of him.

The question....

Do you really think that? About your body and yourself?

Was finally out.

Silenced filled the air except for the harsh rain hitting against the glass windows between them. Velvet sat up, waiting. Waiting the answer she doesn't want to hear or know but it's...

There. Right there in front of her, Laying down on the blankets in nothing but a towel concealing everything. Concealing the answer and thoughts. Thoughts that she sometimes wish she could enter and change them but couldn't, she wish it did work like that but it would never be.

Concealing his face with his hands to hide the expression that was starting to show from within him. Trying not to shake yet couldn't contain the muffled cries and wheezes that were coming out from him.

The air was soon filled with it.

Velvet watched him cry, tears staining the blankets. Fingers becoming wet from covering his face. Wheezes coming from him.

It Pained her to seem like this, to seem him cry. To see him...

Like this.

She reached her hand out to touch him and to hold him but pulled it back away not to startle him or make it worse.

She sat there hearing those cries until he went by her and thus letting her touch him. Letting her hold him as tears began to show on her, petting his head gently.

Crying into her chest, staining her clothing with tears and possibly ruining as well but Velvet didn't care about that.

It was just clothing, replaceable.

But unlike clothing, people weren't.

XxXx

The crying went away as soon as Paul calmed himself, wiping his tears and fixing himself. Laying his head in Velvet's lap as she gently stroke his hair.

He felt calmer now than before, the tears had stopped except for a few. Throat not clamping up, Lips were still quivering but not bad like it was before. He was good except...

it was out there.

However, the answer was still not said but he knew and Vel Definitely knew it as well. Knew from the way Paul reacted, Knew how everything just went, Just Knew from the feelings and the words that came from Velvet minutes before...They...

Just Knew, And It was time for Velvet to let him know how much love his body brings her the joy and appreciation it does, starting by moving there positions to be more accommodable and Going...

Slow.

For him.

Paul laid under her as he stared at her, holding the towel against him more as she leans towards him. Looking at him softly until he pulled her in with his lips slowly. Kissing her gently as her hands went up to hold his face. Pulling him in as well, tongues going over and touching each other.

Lathering them with saliva, Biting and pulling there lips with teeth. Mainly Velvet's doin with her fangs, but he didn't mind it. It felt good feeling those against his lips. letting pierced his skin, feeling her tongue licked up the blood from the small punctures.

Getting more heated, as they kissed each other. Paul hands went away from the towel the minute, his heat was starting to come, a fire within him starting. His hands grabbing Vel's face. Pushing her face against him more...

Until she yanked the towel away from, revealing his body. Rendering him nude as day.

''Velvet!!! What r'u-Mph!!!'' He yelled, being interrupted by a kiss from her for a long while until they pulled apart for some air, breaths hot and steamy from the action that happened.

He tried grabbing the pillow but was stopped before he can do so, his wrist being grabbed by Velvet. Pinning them above his hand, He looks at her with a worry expression.

''What are you doing?'' He nervously asked, trying to cover himself but it was no use. The blankets were all squabbled up, pillows were pushed far away. Towel was on the floor and Most of all,

The window wasn't covered, letting sunlight in. covering them both with it's presence, Velvet look monstrous yet enticing while Making Paul look like a Prince.

A heavenly prince.

An prince, who deserved to be worshipped.

Velvet doesn't say a word, letting her head drop by Paul's right ear. Mouthing the scarred parts of it and the skin, licking and suckling on it making Paul hold his breath for a while until she pulled away leaving little bites trailing down.

''Vel-velvet, wha-Ah!'' He cried, Feeling her tongue licking his tits. Doing the same thing she did to his ear but gripping the chest hair that was growing from him. Mouthing the tits like she was thirsty, using her one hand while the other was holding Paul's wrist down.

Lathering them in her saliva, kissing them passionately then roughly. Letting her other hand go, both of her hands squishing Paul's tit's together. Pushing her nails, into the tip of them. Making Paul let out a feverish moan, the fire becoming stronger bit by bit.

She then went towards his stomach, where his knees were hunched up. Covering the lower half of his body, concealing some of the parts he was mainly sensitive about.

Velvet look down at him, putting her hands on his knees. Rubbing her fingers against the skin, feeling the little hairs that were soon starting to grow.

She looks up at him, he was covering his face with a pillow. Breathing feverly into it, trying to conceal his moans from the gentle touches and kisses he was receiving. Face flushed, eyes half lidded even watery.

He looks up at her, twitching. Hating how sensitive his body was from her touches and how it's reacting to them. He never knew how really sensitive his body was until she entered the picture.

Her rough and sharp hands against his soft body did wonders to him, he never imagined such roughness would ever feel splendid to him, but it did and...

He loved it, just he was loving the touches he was receiving slowly bit by bit.

Warming up to them, as he warmed up to her.

Yet, wanting to know more why she was doing this to him. Why she was giving him such tenderness and love to a body like this, a body he disliked from the negativity from others he received in the past. A body that was put through hell time and time again, A body that was almost destroyed in a brutal encounter nearly dying.

A Body he wanted gone, but right now....

He's not too sure about it, from the Attention Velvet's giving him.

In a quick flash, Velvet open his legs. Revealing himself entirely, Almost going down on him on his hairy cunt before Paul yelled, reaching his hand out.

''Wait!!'' Hand almost making contact with Velvet's hair, a inch away from it. inches away from grabbing it, it was like a lifeline. A lifeline for him to get a response from her.

A response he deeply wanted to know...

From her.

Velvet stops and looks at him, her hands holding his legs open until letting them go gently. letting them sit on each side of her while she was in the middle looking directly up at him from below.

Breathing slowly, Paul sat up. Looking down at her, seeing her nestled between his legs looking alluring as ever with that face of hers, the face that brought up so many emotions and feelings within he couldn't ever explained even when asked.

Getting extremely shy or nervous, when it's about her.

Velvet stared at Paul in silence, just watching him and waiting for him to speak. Deep in thought until....

''Wh-Why?'' Paul questioned, Hair covering part of his eye.

''Why what?''

''Why are you doing this to me? Touching me with your hands and lips on my body when it looks bad? Giving me kisses, kisses I don't deserve from a person like you? A Kind and sweet person Planting them on things I hate. Caressing me and being gentle, when I know i don't deserve it? Being soft and...Gentle...

''With me?''

Velvet looks at him intensely, listening to him as speaks.

''Why can't you see the things that I see? What do you see in me and my body that I can't see? Why are you treating it with such love when I can't even love it?'' He croaks, tears starting to appear but he wipes them away.

''Why are you being....Kind to me, when I can't even do that....

''Just....why?'' He softly asks, sniffling. Watching Velvet for a while until she goes up to him slowly, at his level. Face to face, She moves the curls away from his face. Seeing the wrinkles, eyes bags and whatever he has that may be bothersome to him but isn't to her.

Deep in thought, she strokes his cheeks gently. Watching him look at her, wondering why she was doing this to him. As she was giving his body the attention it deserved when he think it doesn't when it does deserve it. The way his body reacted so positively to her touches was astonishing, Never before she touched someone and they yelp or moan from just being touched or kissed.

It seems like no ever, did that to him. Never giving him any gentleness or the worshipped he deserved. It seems....Like....

His body was always craving for anything to be touched by and how he wanted to be touched at times but never spoke about it or ignoring what he truly desire or crave....And.....

It's about time for her to change that.

''Why, You ask?'' Velvet goes, Seeing Paul nod.

''Yes...Why?'' Paul questioned, gulping.

''Because....''

She leans closer to him, her hand resting on his inner thigh. Looking down at it for a while before she spoke....

''Because someone like you deserved to be touched and worshipped, A prince that deserved to be showered with appreciation and be touched with it as well. A prince who looked radiant no matter what they look or feel, always bring such brightness when around...''

''A body n mind that been through the toughest of times, that may be shattered to you but you hold it together with one piece of it that you always had and will carry around with you forever until the end of time....''

''A-and what is that?'' He asked.

''Yourself.''

''Vel, what do you mean?'' He eyes her.

''Despite what you may think about yourself, your body, mind and everything about you. I think differently about it, even you don't see it for yourself. I do and others may too, but Mainly me....''

''I see the things, you can't see. And i want you to know what i see, after all this time. I want you to know how much i love you and your body when you don't at times, i want you to know....

''How much you deserved..it..when you think the opposite.''

''Velvet....i...''

''Don't say anything'' Shushing him, before going down between his legs. ''I know it may take a long time for you to love your body and you yourself as well but please....

Her eyes become watery, making eye contact with him.

''Let me worship, in a way you deserved to worshipped. Let me treat your body, as you would treat mine. Let me hear that angelic voice of yours's sing when I bring you to edge of ecstasy while the sun sets on the horizon, blessing us both with it's presence...Let me hear....

''The Star prince who should be worshipped, in the night while he sing to the heaven's above. Let him...

Know, how much I worship him in his time of need...''

''Let me Worship, You. The Star Prince.''

Paul stares at in awe, he doesn't know what to say or think to that. He doesn't know what to do until she spoke again.

''So...Paul...''

He looks at up her, heart beating slowly.

''Would you let me worship, like the prince you are? Right here, right now? Giving you the attention your body craves, yet you craved the most, Hearing you cry out in pleasure instead of pain? Would you let...

Me go down on you, the way you want it?''

Silenced filled the room until Paul nodded giving his answer, not saying a word or thought because....He can't...

Not right now, Not when he's being worshipped and beloved by her. Mind frozen, Throat couldn't be used. He couldn't do anything except...Let her worship him...His body...Everything about him.

He was frozen.

''Good boy.''

She said, going down on him. Before saying...

''Repeat after me....''

One lick.

''I'm beautiful.''

Two licks.

''I deserved this.''

Three licks.

''I Matter.''

Fourth lick.

''Sing for me, My Star prince. Sing'' She proclaimed, licking from the bottom to the very top. touching his clit, hearing him Feverly cry out as he was being pleasured while repeating the words quietly at first then louder minutes later. ''Let The world know how angelic your voice is to me and to everyone, granting us with your presence and voice...

''Letting me know.''

And Know he did, as this was the night everyone heard the cries, Moans and the Sweet Angelic voice of a prince, A Star prince. Who was worshipped and pleasured in the night, by a Queen.

A Queen who let him knew, how much his body and Most of all, Him. Brings so much to her, when no one else hadn't...The Queen...

Who Made the Star prince Know...How much he...

Mattered, By....

Worshipping him.

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