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it's been going on for so long prompts

He knew what he was asking. Knew it was more than most could carry. This life wasn't for everyone, a remit that, in some respects, went against the spirit of the mantle that they all carried. With Parker, he'd made the same exact pitch as always, laid bare the intentions of the Society, up until to that point. And as a portion of time is given for his predecessor to settle on a decision, Miguel had already made his own choice. Whatever came next, he could live with it. He had to.

"Again, it's your call." Emphasising an important aspect, Miguel stands with his arms folded tight across his chest, hidden gaze steady beneath sculpted hardlight, unreadable in a way that had been honed over years of too many hard decisions. Pressing for a response wasn't the play here, nor any other means of influencing the outcome. With some ounce of luck, he hoped that Parker would realise the stakes at risk. As well as respect how there was no easy way to dress up such harrowing news, prettier than it was.

"I don’t need promises." Though the sentiment -- and his openly expressed devotion to the cause -- was appreciated. "Nor should you feel pressured to do so." If coercion was needed to bolster numbers, then that was no army in his mind. Nor the kind of Society that he had any desire to preside over.

A sinister laugh left his slimy lips, and rows of sharp teeth flashed as those wide, white eyes looked down towards the other. "Oh, let us fall then, Spidey! We do enjoy feeling you squirm in our grasp." Venom couldn't help but to chuckle at the denial in the other's tone. Using his own web to overpower the other's sturdy twine, the hulking mass of a symbiote swung the both of them over to a nearby building, almost slamming them into the side of a wall, high above the bustling city below.

"Or perhaps we can enjoy you like this? Some private time could be fun..." That large tongue, languid and so grotesque, slithered out to lap at the edges of the other's mask, where seams could easily be lifted if it tried. "You cannot lie to us, little spider..."

A-Z NSFW HEADCANON MEME !

DYNAMIC.

Toshinori is flexible about the role he plays in the bedroom, but he's definitely not dominant in a traditional sense. He will top just as happily as he will bottom, but he doesn't take pleasure out of control itself- it's more about the intimacy involved. In an active role he’s purely a service top- when he's not being loved down into a blissful puddle, he’s trying to do the same to his partner, attending their every need with an earnest and reverent devotion. When he tops, his partner’s satisfaction and pleasure is paramount to his own enjoyment. But as contented as he is to top, he actually finds it deeply soothing when a partner doesn’t immediately expect him to take the lead just because of his appearance or preceding reputation (which, as far as the media is concerned, is purely conjecture with zero evidence). All too often in his sexual interactions he’s been assigned the dominant role purely through expectation- and while he's perfectly comfortable doing it, there is a non-insignificant part of him that wishes he wasn't always stereotyped that way. Over the years, his desire to be the one who is cared for in an intimate setting has been largely neglected.

MUSIC.

He isn’t the type of person who requires music during sexual encounters- it doesn’t bother him at all, and he won’t complain if it’s something his partner wants, it’s just not something he would typically choose for himself. He does enjoy some calming white noise, and finds the sound of rain during intimate encounters to be particularly romantic.

STIMULATION

THERE WAS A SENSE OF VISUAL SILENCE THERE --- one that gave an aura of awe, anticipation and slight fear all at once. In the pure ( darkness ), he could only see the reflection of barbed { w i r e } with tints of RED in the moonlight as he'd been found out.

❝ You don't think any of us would be around this long if I was ready to be at the end of that, ne? ❞ Words stayed as steady as possible, like he hadn't seen a single thing and he had just happened to stumble onto what he just witnessed.

That feeling of utter helplessness ran through him so viciously. Afraid to do anything, while his closest friend's life stood in the balance. Sephiroth had her in his clutches, blade held in such a threatening manner towards her. Cloud could only stare at those gentle, maroon eyes, seeing the worry and concern for himself reflected in them; to which he felt immense guilt, and terror clutching at his soul.

It all came back, like a gushing flood, of how he could not save Aerith's. His heart was beating a mile-a-minute in his chest, and he turned his gaze towards the gleeful monster. With his Buster Sword out at the ready, he dare not raise it any higher, feeling dread gnawing at every part of him. "No, don't!!!"

Timber stared the other one down, hisses and growls deep within his throat and chest. The striped raptor looked absolutely livid, tail whipping this way and that as he assessed what was in front of him. This unknown foe, different looking to the other’s he had seen, and a scent that was making his blood boil.

Slowly, he circled around them, just as they did the same to him, and his pupils went to slivers as their sights zeroed in on the other. He felt all of the pent-up aggression coming to it’s crisp end, and it exploded out in a shriek as Timber flung himself towards the other raptor; large body and all pouncing to try and topple them.

The grass was freshly covered with a recent rain, and her nostrils flared as she surveyed the area that was just beyond the opening of this little cave she had found for herself. Though, this cave was not so lonely, not anymore. The company she had was of one little hatchling, barely weeks old, and still fully relying on her for support. It was difficult to realize, but once she had noticed it, immediately her body had gone to work; milling away at finding a place to lay, the sole surviving remnant of a time that was long lost to her.

This child born from her need to have something else, something other than just herself. Nature, an abomination of nature as they all were, creations of man. Now free. This young of hers was almost of the exact markings as her own, bled in with green and grey. How likened to one of her siblings. Though, they were not truly of hers, since she was from another batch of eggs herself... Perhaps, she thought as she gazed down into these young eyes, this was a result from them... but how?

The time for that bit of thought was gone, and she knew she would need to leave once more, and go out into the woods. Food was a necessary need, and she would provide for the young one. So, off she went to try and find some, leaving the hatchling in a well-hidden nest among some bushes and carefully placed rocks within the dark cave.