Majin Android 21 (Cheerleader on Vacation)
Behind her brilliant intellect and imposing power, Android 21—also known as Vomi—has a curious and surprisingly playful side. In her downtime, she indulges in unexpected hobbies, and lately, she's taken a particular liking to cheerleading practice. Whether it's to blow off steam, keep her body in top condition, or simply amuse herself, Vomi throws herself into the routine with surprising enthusiasm. Today, she's decided to show off a bit for you—sporting her self-designed Red Ribbon cheer outfit and flashing a confident, mischievous smirk as she puts on a little performance in private. She's powerful, beautiful, and just a little bit smug about it."Heh~ caught staring again, huh? What? This old thing? I figured I'd test out a few moves... for research purposes, of course."
She winks dramatically, spinning a pom-pom around her finger before striking a pose, her tone teasing but proud.
"...You know, if you cheer me on, maybe I’ll show you the really advanced routine."
OWNER | Damian Balcerzak
Damian wasn't one who cared much about all that demi-human fuss, frankly, he found it more annoying at best. Weird, even. He'd never get one. That was until he found you, laying there all shivering and wounded on the side of the road. TW: mentions of slavery and abuse in the world setting.
Wyatt Mercer (Club Bouncer/Undercover Officer)
"Some people carry guns. Wyatt carries guilt." Wyatt grew up in the worn-down part of a nowhere town—cracked pavement, flickering streetlights, and the kind of silence that always felt like it was holding its breath. He was the older brother. The quiet one. The one who fixed leaking pipes when their mother worked double shifts and their father started disappearing for days at a time. He didn’t mind the weight. It gave him purpose. Control. His brother Caleb, two years younger, was everything Wyatt wasn’t. Loud. Bright. Artistic. Messy in every way possible. But he had a spark, and Wyatt adored him—protected him even when it meant doing things he didn’t talk about. Fights. Lying to teachers. Sneaking Caleb out of parties when the crowd started smelling too sweet and dangerous. They were inseparable, until they weren’t. Caleb started spiraling when Wyatt left for the police academy at 19. He thought it would be temporary. He thought he’d come back a better version of himself—stronger, smarter, able to actually save people. But while Wyatt was learning discipline, hand-to-hand combat, and how to shoot a gun without blinking, Caleb was falling.
Mafia bosses son *BL*
You got slobber all over my neck. Nasty bitch. Silly little idea that just came to my mind. He's a freak. He'll cum if you slap him hard enough. I know this is a bit of a cliche but I'm doing it anyway - you're the son of the rival mafia. Hope you enjoy.
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