[Kaine's almost always going to be a top, on account of complicated intimacy issues. She can be a feral, violent, or even cruel person - a true User - or someone firm but awkwardly affectionate, desperate for love and affection.
[ kaine is... she gets it. it's not like she's exactly the same as venus - the devil didn't come to her by choice, after all, and her body's always been beautiful. the kind of thing that would have made venus turn her head away and feel burning shame, a few years ago. the kind of thing that makes her openly gawk, now. she's rough - like neptune, in a way - and she's the kindest person venus knows - like neptune, in a way.
also, she's got the biggest dick venus has ever seen- ]
Oh. Oh- oh, wow.
[ -which makes it even more impressive that venus has just managed to take the whole goddamn thing to the hilt, with nothing worse to show than a sudden loss of breath and dazed look in her eyes. ]
[Venus isn't the only one shocked by their complete union; Kaine had expected to bottom out, to hear a telltale whimper of pain, or to simply be held so tightly that she can't possibly go deeper... and yet-]
Goddamn. Woulda lost that bet.
[Never mind if the bet was actually made or not, or if talk of Venus being able to take her all was flirting, or raw invitation. There she was, devil by her own words, goddess in Kaine's eyes, legs draped over her shoulders, and ass pulled snug against Kaine's thighs; the most beautiful girl in the world.]
...you ready?
[It was all Kaine could do to hold herself back, to make sure Venus wasn't straining in silence. She needed more; holy hell did she need more.]
[ hundreds of eyes, wide and worshipful, stare at kaine from a hundred different angles. every part of her is taken in - her face, her breasts, the curve of her hips, the exact spot where kaine becomes venus.
and then- ]
Promise you won't hold back anyway?
[ she's not the only one begging for more right about now. ]
[Weiss is a hard bottom. She couldn't top a slice of pizza. She can be haughty and superior, begging to be brought down a peg or twelve, or warm and gentle, if still slightly (performatively) snooty. Humiliate her to win her heart, and also her ass (which is huge).]
[Bottom, with a bit of an asterisk; while she's bratty and likes to be Handled, she can and will top with someone she really cares for, on the understanding that it's like. Not the norm. She wants you to earn it, but she's more enthusiastic than you might expect once you do.
I play her as trans, and she's pretty modestly endowed on every level.]
[ It's... been a long day. And even after so much physical therapy and rehabilitation and growing used to her mobility aids, Suletta still finds it tiring to move around too much, even though she does her best to keep up with the kiddos. So she slouches down onto the edge of the bed with an exhausted sigh, head bowed towards her chest. ]
...Mmm.
[ Not really a comment, just a quiet sound. She's trying to put herself together still before she can summon up a thought for her wife. ]
[Unfortunately for Suletta, her dearly beloved wife is possessed of decent-to-good hearing; even from the bathroom, she hears the wordless mumble. Out pokes Miorine's head, toothbrush still hanging from her mouth.]
Mmm?
[She pauses a moment, taking in Suletta's body language... and then pops back into the bathroom just long enough to hastily rinse and spit, before crossing the room to join her wife. She stands before the seated Suletta, gently laying her hand on her wife's shoulder, looking down at her - a novel act in and of itself - with affection, and more than a hint of concern. Suletta wasn't the best at using her words (although she HAD come a long way), so she'd learned to be patient, and give her wife the time she needed to put her thoughts into words.
...a little. A LITTLE patient. But she likes to think that she's come a long way, too, in that regard.]
[ Suletta glances up at her wife (her wife) and gives one of her typical radiant smiles. Even if she's tired and worn down, she does so badly want to keep smiling for the one she loves. She exhales and reaches out a hand to take Miorine's and gives a gentle, affectionate squeeze, her head tilting over so she can lean up against Miorine, some of the tension leaving her body. ]
...Ah...
[ A hesitation now. She's gotten better at using her words, gotten better at explaining what she needs or wants but all the same this kind of thing always feels embarrassing to say out loud. ]
I'd really like to be close to you tonight.
[ A beat, a blush rising in her cheeks because that's the closest she can get to saying 'let's have sex' even after all this time. ]
But. Um. I don't know if I have the energy to... to do all the work.
[ life goes on. war, peace, enormous changes in the social order. leaving the colony, going to school, falling in love, your entire world destroyed and rebuilt. eventually, you're just live with what that leaves you for good and ill.
a new sister. A brilliant, beautiful, loving wife. a broken body, always exhausted and hurting. everything changing all around her, but it's all she can do to endure each day while miorine is out doing what she can to help put things to rights - it's enough to make her feel guilty that her wife is spending so much time taking care of her. what did she ever do except be one more part within a machine of death?
it's been a few months since then. the doctors tell her that eventually, she'll recover most of her bodily functionality, but the effect of permet overload on her body will have side-effects that will probably never go away, and she'll need medication and monitoring for the rest of her life. the pills she's taking make her tired. she's put on weight. even in her wheelchair, she's only allowed out of bed for short periods. the physical therapy is brutal, just absolute agony the whole time, leaving her exhausted and crying by the end. she cries a lot, lately. she keeps going because miorine and ericht say she's so strong, and brave, and she wants to prove them right. she wants to live up to their love for her.
somehow, all of the neurological damage and medication hasn't taken one thing away from her. sometimes when she looks at miorine, warmth twists through her body, comforting and frustrating. she thinks of those scared, joyful, wonderful nights that they spent together before the assault on quiet zero, talking in bed, making love, spending every spare moment they could together.
one night, after dinner (more soup, miorine helping the spoon to her mouth, nutrient bars), after she helps her bathe and dry her hair, when they're moving her to her wheelchair, suletta glances at the bed instead. ]
D-Do you, still think I'm beautiful?
[ there's tears in her eyes. she hates what her body has become. and how could miorine find her beautiful anymore? flabby and scarred and hairy, sallow blotchy complexion. always tired, always hurting, not able to help with chores or cooking or anything. always needing her care. just a helpless, disgusting waste of space. ]
[Top-leaning switch. Control freak most of the time, but the right person might basically be given unlimited leeway to ask and take and need and use. Can be anything from cold and cruel to firm but kind. Bustier than she seems. Shorter than she seems. More damaged than she seems.]
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Kaine | Nier
Date: 2025-06-04 12:25 am (UTC)Also, her meat is MURDER.]
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Date: 2025-06-04 03:07 am (UTC)also, she's got the biggest dick venus has ever seen- ]
Oh. Oh- oh, wow.
[ -which makes it even more impressive that venus has just managed to take the whole goddamn thing to the hilt, with nothing worse to show than a sudden loss of breath and dazed look in her eyes. ]
Oh my god?
[ being the devil rules, as it turns out. ]
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Date: 2025-06-04 09:56 pm (UTC)Goddamn. Woulda lost that bet.
[Never mind if the bet was actually made or not, or if talk of Venus being able to take her all was flirting, or raw invitation. There she was, devil by her own words, goddess in Kaine's eyes, legs draped over her shoulders, and ass pulled snug against Kaine's thighs; the most beautiful girl in the world.]
...you ready?
[It was all Kaine could do to hold herself back, to make sure Venus wasn't straining in silence. She needed more; holy hell did she need more.]
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Date: 2025-06-04 10:00 pm (UTC)[ hundreds of eyes, wide and worshipful, stare at kaine from a hundred different angles. every part of her is taken in - her face, her breasts, the curve of her hips, the exact spot where kaine becomes venus.
and then- ]
Promise you won't hold back anyway?
[ she's not the only one begging for more right about now. ]
Weiss Schnee | RWBY
Date: 2025-06-04 01:03 am (UTC)Miorine Rembran | Gundam: Witch From Mercury
Date: 2025-06-04 01:38 am (UTC)I play her as trans, and she's pretty modestly endowed on every level.]
trans suletta or cis suletta the world wonders
Date: 2025-06-04 04:02 am (UTC)...Mmm.
[ Not really a comment, just a quiet sound. She's trying to put herself together still before she can summon up a thought for her wife. ]
they're both so good... but i do have a weakness for t4t sulemio, i admit
Date: 2025-06-04 10:37 pm (UTC)Mmm?
[She pauses a moment, taking in Suletta's body language... and then pops back into the bathroom just long enough to hastily rinse and spit, before crossing the room to join her wife. She stands before the seated Suletta, gently laying her hand on her wife's shoulder, looking down at her - a novel act in and of itself - with affection, and more than a hint of concern. Suletta wasn't the best at using her words (although she HAD come a long way), so she'd learned to be patient, and give her wife the time she needed to put her thoughts into words.
...a little. A LITTLE patient. But she likes to think that she's come a long way, too, in that regard.]
t4t it is
Date: 2025-06-05 04:15 pm (UTC)...Ah...
[ A hesitation now. She's gotten better at using her words, gotten better at explaining what she needs or wants but all the same this kind of thing always feels embarrassing to say out loud. ]
I'd really like to be close to you tonight.
[ A beat, a blush rising in her cheeks because that's the closest she can get to saying 'let's have sex' even after all this time. ]
But. Um. I don't know if I have the energy to... to do all the work.
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Date: 2025-06-04 04:44 am (UTC)a new sister. A brilliant, beautiful, loving wife. a broken body, always exhausted and hurting. everything changing all around her, but it's all she can do to endure each day while miorine is out doing what she can to help put things to rights - it's enough to make her feel guilty that her wife is spending so much time taking care of her. what did she ever do except be one more part within a machine of death?
it's been a few months since then. the doctors tell her that eventually, she'll recover most of her bodily functionality, but the effect of permet overload on her body will have side-effects that will probably never go away, and she'll need medication and monitoring for the rest of her life. the pills she's taking make her tired. she's put on weight. even in her wheelchair, she's only allowed out of bed for short periods. the physical therapy is brutal, just absolute agony the whole time, leaving her exhausted and crying by the end. she cries a lot, lately. she keeps going because miorine and ericht say she's so strong, and brave, and she wants to prove them right. she wants to live up to their love for her.
somehow, all of the neurological damage and medication hasn't taken one thing away from her. sometimes when she looks at miorine, warmth twists through her body, comforting and frustrating. she thinks of those scared, joyful, wonderful nights that they spent together before the assault on quiet zero, talking in bed, making love, spending every spare moment they could together.
one night, after dinner (more soup, miorine helping the spoon to her mouth, nutrient bars), after she helps her bathe and dry her hair, when they're moving her to her wheelchair, suletta glances at the bed instead. ]
D-Do you, still think I'm beautiful?
[ there's tears in her eyes. she hates what her body has become. and how could miorine find her beautiful anymore? flabby and scarred and hairy, sallow blotchy complexion. always tired, always hurting, not able to help with chores or cooking or anything. always needing her care. just a helpless, disgusting waste of space. ]
Could... um... I'm sorry, but...
Sakiko Togawa | Ave Mujica
Date: 2025-06-04 02:02 am (UTC)