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iridescentxstars · 2 months ago

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can i please request---

Bang Chan, yandere!au,

- You always joked with your extremely hot best friend that you would flirt and fuck your kidnapper because you read a lot of dark romance. So, they decided to make that dream a reality. Oh no, whatever will you do to gain your freedom?

thanks a bunch! ♡

oh wait i forgot the kink sorry! for bang chan yandere request, please add kink: Voyeurism/Exbitionism

yandere!bangchan x fem!reader || prompt: you always joked with your extremely hot best friend that you would flirt and fuck your kidnapper because you read a lot of dark romance. so, they decided to make that dream a reality. oh no, whatever will you do to gain your freedom? || kinks: voyeurism/exhibitionism, roleplay, strip tease || warnings: basically consensual kidnapping, you can tell this was gonna going darker but i pulled back whoops, in my head he fucked her senseless on the hood of that car - just so you know || wc: 1.5k

please remember this is all fictional. this work is NSFW and contains SMUT, if you are under 18+ DO NOT INTERACT

“You would? Really?” Chan asks, raising an eyebrow with his eyebrow arched and you nod, giggling as you can tell he’s silently judging you. “You know that’s certifiably insane, right?”

You scoff, rolling your eyes up at him, giving him a little attitude simply to push his buttons. “Says the morally grey yandere with anger issues.” His eyes darken slightly, the muscles in his jaw tensing in the way that indicates that he’s irked. Only a little, you’re his princess so he’s never actually mad at you. “Oh, that’s right. I forgot – you also have jealous tendencies and this weird thing with ownership.”

You know Chan, you know that while he will never make a move to possess you – he can’t bear the thought of someone else seeing you in the most intimate ways.

Moving past the larger man, you head into the kitchen only for him to follow you, leaning against the bench with his arms folded over his chest as he watches you. Thoughts run through his mind at your confession and how he could possibly play into that fantasy, how he could bring to life something that only you would suggest to life in a way where he had all the control. “Would you really fuck your kidnapper?”

“Would you let me?”

“Not what I asked, princess.” He watches you make something to eat, noticing you are swaying your hips a little too enticingly. “I asked if you would fuck your kidnapper if you got the chance?”

Pausing for a second, you think about how to word it before shrugging, “Depends on who the kidnapper is. He’d have to make sure that you wouldn’t be able to find us because knowing you — you’d ruin all the fun.” There’s a deep growl coming from behind you as Chan grits his teeth. “Oh, calm down big boy. Nobody is kidnapping me! A girl can have fantasies even if they don’t come true.”

A girl can have fantasies even if you think your extremely hot, tattooed and built like a God best friend is too stupid to get the hint and make it a reality.

Or so you think.

Chan might pretend he doesn’t pick up on your hints, your teasings, but he knows. Of course, he does. He dreams about it and fucks his hand wishing it was you when he wakes up. Chan might pretend he doesn’t but that is simply because he doesn’t want to tarnish that sweet innocence that he loves about you.

He’d consume you, smother your purity and choke everything good out of you — preferably with his hand around your throat as you scream his name. What a thought it is, a fantasy of his own, to corrupt his little princess in the one way you so desperately wish he would. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, trust when he says that he does, it’s more about the fact that once he crosses that line, there’s no going back.

Ever.

Maybe it’s a form of delayed gratification, some weird masochistic thrill he gets out of watching you try and date someone else when you actually want him, but Chan knows that once that door opens — there’s no closing it.

It takes some planning and some working out to make it seem like it’s not so obviously him, but Chan manages to find a way to give you what you want. Should he tell you? Maybe, but if you knew… would it be as fun?

As night falls, the man puts on a mask, pulls the hood over his head to hide any distinguishing features from sight, and makes his way over to you as you come out to put out the trash. He’s stealthy as he sneaks up behind you, your headphones blasting in your ears as you badly sing along to the words until a hand is over your mouth and a strong arm wraps around your body to pull you away from the streetlamp.

Did you not listen to him when he told you to take self-defence? He wonders as he easily drags you towards the car he hired so you can’t trace it to him. Placing you in the trunk, Chan watches as you look up at him with wide eyes filled with fear and confusion, before slowly closing it and trapping you inside. “That was almost too easy…” Chan mutters to himself as he gets in the car and the moment he leaves your place, heading towards a quieter part of town, it dawns on him why you were so silent and didn’t scream.

You know.

You must know it’s him.

There’s no other reason why, right?

… Right?

“Please, don’t hurt me!” You say as soon as Chan opens the trunk and goes to pull you out, “I’ll do anything you want, just let me live!” You try and make it sound like you’re scared but you can’t keep the knowing smile from playing on your lips as he helps you stand. He doesn’t say anything, not right away, but he looks at you with his dark eyes before sighing and taking off the mask and hood. “You were far too gentle to be actually kidnapping me.”

“Well, that’s a first.” He scoffs and helps you adjust your oversized shirt. His shirt. There’s a moment of silence, tension electrifying the air as neither of you decide to bring up the very obvious reason as to why he went along with this stupid plan… why you told him what your fantasy was. Seconds tick by as he watches you, eyes moving slowly over your body, undressing you while your nipples harden and you fold your arms over your chest to keep them hidden from observing eyes. “Roleplay.” He says, finally deciding that he’s sick of not knowing how you taste. “I’ve kidnapped you, you can’t escape and you’ll do anything I want so I’ll let you live.”

Licking your lips, you smile, nodding. “Oh, Mr Kidnapper, what will it take for you to let me go?” You don’t miss a beat, falling right into the role as Chan stands in front of you, observing.

A finger tilts your chin up, thumb running along your bottom lip before it’s pushed into your mouth, encouraging you to suck on it while he thinks about all the possibilities in his head. He’s wanted this for a while, a long time, fucking forever if he’s honest with himself, so what would be the best way to start?

How can he drag this out for as long as possible?

“Strip.” He says, taking a step back, “strip and then lay on the hood of the car.”

You start off slowly, glad that you were in the most minimal amount of clothing that you could be in at this very moment. You start with your booty shorts and panties, dragging them down your thighs before kicking them away from you and beginning to lift your shirt up. It’s agonising really, how long you take to pull it over your head and you commend Chan for his restraint because if he decided to fuck around and tease you this way – you’d be ripping his hoodie off him. Dropping the shirt in front of you, you cover your chest and repress a giggle as Chan growls at the fact that you’re hiding from him.

“Get on the hood.” He commands, following you around to the front and helping you get up. “Lay on your back, don’t fucking cover your chest otherwise I will grab the rope out and tie you down.”

“Tempting.” You wink as you try and get comfortable but the metal has your entire body tensing. It’s not cold, the car is still running and the hood is warm on your back but… he couldn’t have chosen to take you somewhere with a bed? “Now?”

Chan’s tongue presses against the inside of his cheek as he takes in your body, wanting to touch and feel and learn how your body will react to him but he’s promised himself he’s going to take it slow, make this last, enjoy frustrating you by denying you what you want – him. Sure, he’s denying himself too but again, it’s all part of the fun. “I want to see how you touch yourself when you think of me.” Your eyes widen and he takes a step closer, grabbing your ankles and spreading your legs so you can’t hide anymore. “Don’t pretend you’ve never thought about it, we wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t.” He tilts his head, looking you in the eyes and seeing the confession waiting to be drawn out. “If you can come without me needing to touch you, I’ll reward you.”

You can’t clench your thighs together to give yourself any friction at the idea of being rewarded and by the way your cunt clenches around nothing, it’s obvious to Chan you like it. “How?” You ask as your fingers begin to trace down your body, towards your tingling core.

“By having you come around my fingers next.”

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redfoxwritesstuff · 2 months ago

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Package Delivery (Vox x Reader)

CW: Roleplay, Electric stim, Blowjobs, doggy style, p n v sex, she really corny porn dialog, oops I spilled a little angst Rated: Adult Summary: After working too many late nights and canceling too any dates, Vox decides to make it up to you with an unplanned surprise. New desires are unlocked and explored as two lovers who’ve been apart for too many nights fall back together.

What’s more romantic than a stiff, cheap VoxTek delivery uniform and a new work laptop, anyway?

Vox stood in the hall, laptop box tucked under his arm. The hallway was deserted, just as he knew it would be. The electric doors wouldn’t open for anyone trying to come into this hall. Not that many did. Most of the residents of this wing worked in the offices in other wings of the tower.

Not you though. You worked from the comfort of your apartment most days. It was a unique privilege, one you had only been able to half heartedly argue against being granted.

You rejected the offers of moving into his penthouse or a nicer apartment. You rejected the offer of an easier job or just not working at all. In truth, Vox liked that about you. You loved him, not his money, his status, or his power.

Him.

That was something he had never found in life. In hell, he thought, finding such a love was even less likely. Yet, here you were. You had shown up in his life looking for a job.

Your disarmingly sweet smile was unphased by his attempts to gain ownership of your soul. Soft shell covered a steely core and a mind that was as smart as a whip. Vox owned the souls of the vast majority of the employees of VoxTek, but not yours.

Overtime, things had shifted from trying to buy your soul to trying to earn your heart. It had snuck up on him, catching him blindsided as casual conversations between meetings gave way to movie nights in your modest apartment.

And then something shifted. A friendship became more though neither of you had been brave enough to call it what it was. That was the first time he had almost fucked it all up. He had wanted to shelter this thing he had with you, keep it locked away in the apartment’s safety.

And then you said you wanted more. He almost ran, thought about it. He thought about pretending he hadn’t heard you. Hell, for a bit he pretended, but then, he stopped pretending.

Being with you was heaven in hell. It was a refuge in a sea of meetings and cutthroat business deals that often ended with a throat cut. Again and again, he was sure he fucked it all up. How patient could you be? How long would you wait? How many sorries would you accept when meetings ran late or dates got canceled?

Vox pulled at the starchy white shirt, brand new and fresh out of the employee storerooms. Everything he wore was, from the jacket that wasn’t quite wide enough through the shoulders for him to zip it up and the slacks that fitted just a little looser than he had his tailored. Even the shoes he wore were standard VoxTek delivery uniform.

One deep breath later and he was rapping his knuckles against your door. He could have placed his hand against the lock pad and opened it. Hell, he was wired into every aspect of the building. He could have opened it with a mental twitch of his fingers. Instead, he knocked again.

“Coming,” your voice was muffled, coming from deep inside the apartment.

“VoxTek delivery.” Vox called out, shifting the soundwaves of his audio outputs slightly.

“Okay,” you called out from the other side of the door, slipping an oversized sweater over the spaghetti strap tank top and shorts you had been wearing. The clingy clothes left little to the imagination, but they were comfortable for lounging in, keeping you cool so you could avoid running the air conditioner more than you had to. “Be right there!”

There was a tump as you stubbed your toe on an end table. You had moved it, thinking the new location would look nicer and all it had done was look wrong and cripple you three times that day alone.

“Fuck!” you yelled, voice carrying through the door to the delivery man outside who was surely being entertained by the fiasco unfolding inside the apartment. It didn’t take detective work to put together the events. The table rammed into the wall and the vase of dried flowers fell over with a thud. “Shit, damn.”

The knob rattled as you grabbed it, standing on one foot and rubbing your toe with the other hand as you opened the door. Vox quickly muted himself as he watched you, head downcast, with your hair falling into your eyes as you checked your foot for blood. He couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled from his chest, silenced to preserve the surprise of his presence.

“Sorry,” you said as you set your foot back to the ground, eyes trailing up the long legs of the delivery man.

So many in hell were frankly offensively tall. As Vox watched your eyes trail up his form, he turned his sound back on, controlling his laugh. He stood with his back straight as your eyes made their way up. Now that he had his laugh, he was ready to commit to his bit.

“Vox?” Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of your boyfriend, dressed in the handsome uniform of a standard delivery boy with a brown laptop box tucked under his arm.

“Ma’am,” he tipped his head to you as his smile grew wider. “I’ve been sent to set up your replacement laptop.”

“Oh?” You couldn’t help the smile that spread on your face. This was a side of Vox rarely seen by anyone else. He was charming, that was well known. What you knew that few others knew though, was that Vox had a goofy side to him. He was a dork who loved comfortable clothes, trash tv, sharks and doing whatever he could to make you laugh.

“May I come inside and begin the setup process?” Vox asked, doing his best impersonation of how he expected his employees to behave.

“Be my guest,” you stepped aside, holding the door open as Vox walked inside. He carefully toed his shoes off as he expected his employees to do when entering a home, though he knew most didn’t bother.

Your eyes ran over his back, taking in the charmingly poor fit of his clothes as he set the box on the counter, next to where your dead laptop sat. He opened the box and unpacked the shiny blue tinted laptop you knew damn well wasn’t standard issue.

“I need to plug this in.” Vox turned to you, holding the plug in his hand as if he didn’t know where you always had your laptop plugged in. “Where would you like it?”

“Oh?” You were enjoying how committed to the bit Vox was. It made you want to see what it took to break his resolve. What would it take to break the character he was playing.

“Do you… do you have a lot of things you need to plug in?” You asked, voice turning sultry as Vox’s eyes widened. He knew that tone, it was one he was hoping to hear but thought he’d have to work a bit more for.

“A few things, Miss,” Vox said as he turned to face you.

You stepped up at him, running your fingers up the stiff shirt sleeve before pointing at the plug in down by the ground. “Right there.”

“Oh?” Vox rose an eyebrow as he leaned down, bending at his waist and knees to plug the charger cord in. “This will need to charge shortly before I begin the setup process.”

You were closer to him as he stood, soft sweatshirt brushing against the stiff shirt he wore. “Really?” you whispered. “Is there anything else you need to plug in? Perhaps someone else that needs charging?” Vox’s screen glitched, bars flashing for a moment before he was back in control. “Oh, I misspoke- I meant to say, ‘something’.”

“I do have a plug that needs a receptacle,” Vox hated the line as soon as he said it. It was cheesy and lame, something straight out of one of Valentino’s lower budget pornos.

The lameness of the line didn’t stop the smile that spread over your face or the laugh that bounced around the room. You were delighted with his little game, just as he had hoped you were. It made you happy, and you played along. Vox couldn’t have asked for more.

“Do you?” you tried to sound sultry, voice struggling to manage it as you giggled. “I may have a receptacle for it.”

“Is that so?” Vox turned, facing you as he wrapped an arm around your waist. It was a break of character, but he had been wanting to touch you since he had left the apartment days ago.

“It is,” you nodded syllable, hands resting on his chest. “But I’m not sure if it’s the right receptacle for your plug. Would you be able to take a look and tell me?”

It was Vox’s turn to laugh at the absurdity of the line before tightening his grip on you, lifting in his arms. “I’ll have to give it a through exam while the laptop charges.”

“That would be good.” you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, resisting the urge to rest your head against the hard plastic of his case. “If you just help me into my bedroom, you can examine it there.”

He carried you to your room, setting you on your feet as he reached the bed. His lips hit yours as he dimmed the brightness of his screen. Vox knew you didn’t like the brightness up when he had his face so close to yours. His fingers ran over your skin, reaching under your sweater to lift it up and over your head.

“We have to hurry,” you whispered as Vox kissed you again. “If we don’t, my boyfriend could get home.”

“Oh?” Vox asked, fingers pulling the strap of your tank top down your shoulder, urging the neckline down to expose one of your braless breasts to his touch.

“Oh,” you arched into his touch, “you wouldn’t like that. He’s- he’s a powerful man.”

“Should I be sacred of him, Miss?” Vox leaned down, running a tingling tongue over your exposed nipple. Claws pushed your shorts down, knowing full well you wore nothing under them.

“He’s your boss,” you gasped as electric lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking it into his mouth. “But today I- oh, fuck-” you moaned as fingers slipped through your folds. “Today I want the delivery m- man to plug in and charge me up.”

“I can do that, miss.” Vox said, pushing you onto the bed.

“Wait,” you said as he went to remove itchy stiff shirt, “Wear it,”

Vox laughed, “You like the uniform?”

“What girl isn’t a sucker for a man in uniform?” you teased, pulling him to you by the standard issue VoxTek belt made of low quality leather. “And I’m not going to get fucked by the big, bad CEO of VoxTek.”

“You’re not?” Vox watched, blue light from his screen washing over your hands as one worked his pants open. As your hand gripped his cock through the stiff fabric of his pants, caressing him as he sucked in a shaky breath.

“Oh no,” you blinked up at him as you worked his cock out of the poor fitting confines of his pants, “my boyfriend is down in the corner office, third floor, working so very hard and surrounded by his shark tanks. He works so hard.” You squeezed his shaft, emphasizing that your boyfriend was indeed working hard at the moment simply to keep his screen from glitching.

“Big boss leaving his gal all alone?” Vox choked out as you scooted toward the edge of the bed, slipping down to the floor. Big bright eyes looked up at him as you knelt, hands resting on his thighs.

“He is,” you said, locking your lips, “letting me drain my batteries.”

Vox couldn’t help the laugh that he barked out, but it died quickly as he was lost in you. It was his intention to tease you, play a game before going back to work. You had flipped the script on him, taking control and now he was the one struggling to keep up.

“But you have a charger for me, don’t you?”

You wrapped your hand around his shaft, stroking the dark blue length of it. He was always heavy in your hands. Leaning forward, you traced the prominent vein that ran along his length. The thin, velvety skin allowed the bright blue glow of the biomechanical blood flowing through his system to shine through. It provided you an easy roadmap to follow with your tongue.

“Yes, Miss.” Vox struggled to breathe as you traced your tongue over the head of him, mouth open and hot breath washing over his sensitive skin. He was throwing already, twitching in your hand. “Do you know where to plug it in to-” his screen glitched for a second as your eyes flickered up, watching him as you ran your tongue over his slit, “to plug it in?”

“Like this?” you asked as you leaned forward, wrapping your lips around his head and sucking him in. Opening your mouth, you fed his cock deeper into the cavern of your mouth before wrapping your lips around him again. It didn’t take long for his shaft to be lubricated enough with your saliva that you could eagerly bob up and down his length.

You moaned as he hit the back of your throat, taking him as deeply as you could. Each bob of your head had your breasts swaying, the bud of your exposed nipple catching Vox’s eye.

All things considered, you and Vox had moved slowly in your relationship. Your sexual encounters had all been fairly tame. It wasn’t often you sucked on his cock, let alone with such showmanship and eagerness. Things had been tame, sweet between you.

Reaching up, you gripped your breast, letting your fingers frame your nipple as you spread your legs. He couldn’t see the folds of your cunt or the way it glistened, but the way you moved your hips, rocking them slightly against nothing but air suggested it.

You felt him twitch and grow on your tongue. Each bob of your head pulled him closer to his orgasm as he watched your hand make the scandalous run down your body and toward.

“Fuck,” Vox groaned, fingers itching to dig into the hair at the back of your head and shove your mouth down over his cock, nestle your nose against his base and fuck into your mouth until he reached his finish. That was too rough for you, his darling, but fuck, the way you looked at him when he was so close, then let him fall from your lips made him want to. “Fuck, doll.”

“I don’t think the plug is working,” you said, licking your lips as you looked up at him. “I don’t think it’s charging me up. Could it be the wrong place to plug in at?”

“Fuck, babydoll,” Vox’s heart skipped a beat at her commitment to the bit. He wasted no time pulling her to her feet. “I guess we should try putting the plug in a different spot, shouldn’t we?”

“I think we should,” you said, turning to rest your back against his. Long arms hooked behind his thin neck. The curve of your ass pushed into him, grinding the wet length of his cock.

“You going to bend over for me?” Vox asked, reaching around to pull the other strap from your shoulder, letting the clingy black tank top fall below your breasts. They were heavy, full and plump in his hands, just the way he linked them. “Bend over so I can plug in?”

“Yes,” you breathed, bending forward over the edge of your bed. The position put your cunt on display for him. Puffy folds glistened with the wetness that was pouring from your opening. Any other time, Vox would feast on you. He would drink from you like a man starved.

Instead, he simply lined the head of his cock up with your entrance. He pushed inside, moving slowly as your unpropped opening quivered, slowly spreading to swallow the lightly glowing, bright blue tip of his cock. He would light you up from the inside out.

“Oh,” you moaned deeply as your body slowly spread over him, “Oh, fuck, Vox- you’re so-”

“Vox isn’t here, remember?” Vox laughed as he pushed forward, moving deeper and deeper while your body trembled with the stretch of him. “I’m just the delivery guy.”

“Fuck, so big.” You moaned, the game momentarily lost to you as he nestled the head of his cock against your cervix. Then he pushed deeper, pushing your cervix back as he forced you to take that last half inch of his length while you chanted that he was too big.

He knew your body would adjust, muscles pulling the canal to be deeper for him as you grew eager to have him inside you. It was just a matter of encouraging your body to shape itself to him.

“Do you feel it?” Vox asked, grinding his balls against your cunt as he nestled deep inside you. “Feel anything charging up?”

“Fuck,” your elbows struggled to support your weight. He pulled out slowly, letting his cock drag lazily through your folds. “Fuck, I think I do.”

“I’ll make sure you do,” Vox promised, thrusting hard into her. At first, he kept his pace slow but forceful. Each thrust of his cock sent his hips into your ass with a thump, rocking your body forward against the bed. Large, strong hands wrapped around your waist, claws clicking against eachother under your abdomen as he pulled you back against him to meet each thrust.

Each thrust came a little faster than the last. Vox listened as your bodies made music together. Gasping moans fell from your lips to mingle with the groans that slipped from his throat. The slapping of his wet balls against your dripping cunt set the beat to the carnal song you were playing together. It was his favorite duet.

“Fuck, fu-fuck,” you cried out again and again as his hand reached up your chest, using the globe of your breast as an anchor to pull you back against him. “Faster.”

“Are you charging up?” Vox whispered in your ear as he pulled your back to him. Your feet hardly grazed the ground, body supported by his hands on your torso and the powerful cock thrusting into your sopping cunt with a squelch.

“Yes,” you answered, “Please, fuck. Vox, I’m close.”

The coil inside you was winding tight. Your legs trembled as they sought anything to brace against, to use as leverage to spread themselves wide and finding nothing. Vox shuffled one foot in front of the other until your knees braced against the bed. It wasn’t doing much to support your weight, but your legs spread wide, knees resting on the bed to hold them open.

“You wanna cum?” Vox asked, electric tongue running up your neck, leaving a expanding trail of electricity. It ran down your shoulders, static charge dancing over your nipple. Vox watched the blue sparks of electricity dance over the bud, causing your cunt to clench painfully tight around him.

“Please,” you begged, back arching into the electric sensation. Not once had vox used his power on you during your encounters. You knew he could command electricity, often lighting candles with blue sparks or leaving roses made up of dancing static on tables. “Please, Vox- Please, I’m so close.”

“Not Vox,” Vox answered, hand running down your abdomen. He supported most of your weight with the hand gripping your breast, nipple caught between knuckles. It was painful and yet the pain was far from a distraction from the pleasure Vox’s thick cock gave you as he thrust harshly in and out of you. “Just some delivery boy, fuckin you while your boyfriend works.”

Reaching down, his clawed finger carefully caressed your clit. Your core squeezed him so tight that each thrust into you was almost painful, skin being pushed back even with the oozing slick around him, running down his balls and dripping onto the stiff pants hanging low around his hips. Your slick gathered in the white starched fabric of the shirt too, turning it soft and translucent in places.

“Going to cum on the delivery man’s cock?” Vox asked as your body tightened, each breath having to fight its way into your lungs.

“Yes, yes- please,”

“Come on then,” Vox moaned, letting static seep from the tips of his fingers and run over the sensitive nub of your clit. “Come on my cock.”

You did, body shaking in Vox’s arms as you screamed his name. Each wave of convulsions gripped his cock, pulling him deeper than he all but threw you to the bed. In all the times he had made love to you, he had fucked you, never had he felt you cum this hard.

He braced himself against the mattress, hand still between your legs as he stroked your clit, sending static over the twitching bud, prolonging your orgasm. Tears ran from your eyes and drool smeared from the corner of your lips onto the bedspread as he wildly fucked into your hole.

It took less than a minute for him to reach his own finish, dragged over the edge by your walls, which had yet to still. He had fucked you through one orgasm and right into another, keeping the static stimulation on your clit as you struggled to breathe.

“Fuck,” Vox roared, voice more garbled and glitched as he fucked into you with bruising force, hand leaving your clit to grip your hip. He used your waist for leverage, pushing you back against him painfully as he fucked his cum deep into you, riding out the waves of his orgasm as yours finally faded.

Vox fell over you, narrowly avoiding smacking the back of your head with his bezel. Both of you gasped for air, twitching where your bodies remained connected. Cum dribbled out from your hole, Vox’s softening cock not able to continue to keep you plugged.

“For the record,” Vox said as he pulled your back to his chest, shifting so you both laid on your sides. “I really was only planning on delivering the laptop and spending time with you.”

“We spent time together,” you said, cunt still twitching violently around his soft cock. “We’re still spending time together.”

“I’m sorry I’ve been working so much,” Vox braved saying, finding bravery in the post orgasmic bliss and knowing your back was to him. “But I’ve got a chunk of the afternoon off.”

“I think you just made it up to me,” you laughed lightly, mind still floating on a cloud of endorphins. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too.” Vox whispered, ignoring the way his neck ached from the angle it was forced to sit at to compensate for the wide screen. “I promise, after this deal, I’ll start taking more time off.”

You knew he wouldn’t. There would be another deal. Something else. Vox loved his work and while it hurt, you loved that about him. You were an independent woman. You could be on your own while he was busy.

You could make this work. It could work.

You hoped it would work.

“I love you, Vox.”

“I love you too, Babydoll.” Vox said, and you almost asked him if he loved you more than VoxTek before deciding you didn’t need to ask. It wasn’t like you didn’t already know the answer, anyway. That was okay, though. You could be second best to the company, couldn’t you?

You could.

You loved Vox enough to be his second love.

Right?

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devilishgaysayshey · 11 months ago

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Peter Pan NSFW Alphabet

(gender inclusive)

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

He is quite sweet afterwards. He might joke a bit, but in a lighthearted manner. Expect a lot of kisses, cuddling and fondling.

If it was a quickie and he has to go soon, he'll still clean or heal you if necessary. And he'll kiss you and hug you tightly. Promising to come back as soon as possible to be with you again.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

He is very pleased with his torso and eyebrows. But he likes pretty much everything about himself. Mans is cocky.

Pan is picky, so if he likes you, he really likes all of you. But he is particularly fond of your neck, waist and any erogenous zones you have.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Loves seeing his partner covered in his cum. Pretty much anywhere really.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Is a bit of a masochist, probably wouldn't admit that quickly out of pride.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Definitely has experience.

F= Favorite position

He has many. Ankles up, (standing) missionary, (standing) doggy style, the flatiron, leapfrog and stand and deliver being his top 6.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

He does sexually joke around to his partner, but he is more serious during it than you'd expect.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Generally very tidy. Usually clean shaven if he knows partner prefers it.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

He can be somewhat romantic, but he is usually very lustful during it.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

He definitely does, although not as much when he has a partner.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

(He definitely has a lot of them because mans gets bored easily)

-Praise (Loves to see and hear how good he is doing.)

-Ownership (Gets off to the idea of owning his so. And tends to give them hickeys or bitemarks for this very reason.)

-Cream🥧 (Self explanatory)

-Rigging (Likes to restrain his partner, might allow his partner to tie his wrists up, SOMETIMES.)

-S&M (Submissive & dom - powerplay)

-Sadism (is sadistic asf)

-Primal play (predator & prey. This is a “hunter” mentality, where the top (or dominant) is the predator and the submissive (or bottom) is the prey.)

-Brat play (gets excited by being challenged and loves to teach his disobedient partner a lesson)

-Innocence roleplay (CORRUPTION → They're so pure - you want to end that. There's nothing that excites you more. & TEACHING → Why not show them how to please you...and how to be pleasured in return?)

-Somnophilia (Loves to see his so this helpless in front of him. Very much likes to wake his partner up this "way" if he knows they'll enjoy it.)

-Mild degradation (Specifically likes to see his partner get embarrassed by the things he does to them.)

-Gagging (likes to put a ball-gag (especially one with an "extended" edge to it) on his so, especially when it embarrasses them)

-CNC (Likes knowing his partner is secretly enjoying how he dirties them while they pretend they don’t)

Probably more, oh well.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Almost anywhere, he doesn't mind getting it on against a tree, in a spring, as well as at any tree house on neverland. He is a big risk taker. But if he knows 100% for sure any lost boys will see he won't risk it.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

-Being challenged

-His partner exposing particularly more skin

-His partner being horny and needy

-His partner looking helpless

-His partner touching him suggestively while holding eye contact (particularly on his waist, arm and thigh.)

-His partner squirming

-His partner being flustered

N= No (turn offs or absolutely won’t do)

-Degrading him by embarrassing him or name calling. (NOT including being challenged by brat play) He'll actually get MAD.

-Any mention of his past

-Being penetrated himself

-Anything to do with scat

-DDLG, DDLB, DDLC

-Being ass grabbed or spanked

-Animal play

-Feet play

-Vore

-Unfaithful partner

-Sharing his partner

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

He is very skillful at giving, like i said, the boy has some experience. He also loves receiving. But prefers giving a bit more.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Usually quite rough but never fails to make it passionate. When he wants to tease he can go painfully slow. And in the last round he might slow things down a bit too when his partner is particularly ragged or pleads to him for it.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

He is all for a quickie, but really prefers to take his sweet time when he can.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

He is a risk taker for sure, being confident about everything he decides. He also gets very excited about trying new things.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Physically, he could on FOREVER. However he does have his schemes and stuff to do. But when he gets the chance you'll have to tell him to stop if you've reached your limit, because he'll can, and will, continue for hours on end if you'll have him.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Usually only ropes and gags. He finds anything else useless when you have him.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

As already mentioned, he likes thrust very slow sometimes to see how needy and eager you get. And once you do he'll be incredibly rough. Likes to get you to beg for him.

On the other hand, he loves being visually teased. But he'll only accept being physically teased OCCASIONALLY. And when you do try to tease him during "it" he'll make short work of it, being eager for more. "Teasing are we? Very well.. Name your price." However he will definitely tease you back afterwards.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

He's the loudest when he receives head or you give special attention to his torso. He mostly grunts during banging, but not remarkably loud. However he does like to talk dirty, and give praise.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

Likes to smear the cum on his dick over his partner's face and have them wipe it off and lick with their fingers.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

He could have any size he wants with his magic, however his original size would be somewhat above average.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

He gets in the mood very easily. And ideally, he'd have some every day.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

He doesn't need to sleep, however he does enjoy sleeping with his partner whenever he can, so after you've fallen asleep he'll give in as well.

#ouat #peter pan #peter pan ouat #peter pan x male reader #peter pan x reader #peter pan x gn reader #peter pan pov #peter pan fanfic #peterpannsfwalphabet #peterpannsfw

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bharv · 2 months ago

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On defined vs customisable protagonists

Taking a break from DATV for some musings on this. This isn't really an essay, just a ramble, and I'm trying to steer clear of spoilers and heavy critical stuff.

I'll discuss the Dragon Age franchise, the Mass Effect franchise, and Baldur's Gate 3, Pillars of Eternity and Cyberpunk 2077.

Basically, I want to talk a little about ways in which a game's set up can help and hinder us in understanding our protagonist, the pros and cons of voiced protags, and what works in my eyes and what doesn't. I hope this also helps people to think about how they draw characters as well!

Firstly I want to say that people will have different reasons to prefer a more defined protagonist or a more open one. Ultimately it comes down to expectations from roleplay in my eyes. There's not a right or wrong answer in which is "better" but I think there are things that help us to engage with both types.

Establishing what we know (and being consistent with it)

Essential to both types in my eyes is establishing what is known. I'm going to use Commander Shepard as my first example here. We are told instantly that Shepard is an experienced officer, has an expertise in one area, and is being considered for a significant promotion. This allows us to infer that they get the job done, and that they have to have a degree of competency (whether or not they are by the book or more loose with the rules) and that they take their job seriously. The game then gives us some good flavour choices around family values, historical trauma, what they look like and what kind of expert they are, but make no mistake; this is a veteran soldier and you are on that road with them. It's a masterpiece in creating just enough freedom for ownership of a character while telling a very distinct story; if you are paying attention at the start, you know exactly what kind of person Shep has to have been to be considered for this role, which makes for a really clear path through.

Hawke in DA2, which was almost certainly designed to mirror the success of Shepard, follows a similar path. We know that Hawke is a refugee, and has a family, and fought in a recent battle. I would argue where Hawke is weaker to people who enjoy customisation is in setting them against their family; your Shepard could be a wunderkind or be eighty years old, have any number of emotional resonances in their personal life. Hawke is much more definite in age range, relationships and social status, which gives less freedom in making them truly your own. However, DA2 is highly consistent with Hawke. Perhaps you can only really customise the face and the attitude, but that attitude ripples through all of your interactions and creates a very distinct character that is easy to become attached to.

Dragon Age Origins does a very different thing by threading through the origins into inferences throughout the story. The knowns are that you will be the Warden and you will have to save the world. How you get there offers enormous choice. You can be a self-serving politician trying to weasel your way back into power, or you can be a devout Andrastrian on a path to martyrdom. A lot of this choice comes from the choice that is allowed with a non-voiced protagonist in sheer range of responses, a pathway that games like BG3 and Pillars of Eternity have continued.

It is essential you are clear with your player early in what is known about the character, both to help them establish them in a world and avoid disappointing their expectations. If your character is a rookie, say it! If they are an expert, make it clear. You can do this through action too - it doesn't have to all be written out.

To voice or not to voice

To me, personally, Shepard is one of the only truly successful voiced customisable protagonists. I have others I like very much (V in Cyberpunk 2077 and Hawke in DA2) but they are much more a slightly editable character on a defined narrative journey. The moment you put a voice on a character you are deciding tone, meaning and intention, and if your written choice doesn't accurately reflect your tone, it breaks immersion. Shepard walks a careful line that is aided by them being "on the job" for much of the time. Formality helps! It creates boundaries that we instinctively understand from our world.

If you have a voiced protagonist, then you have to either record a ton of lines allowing for anger, diplomacy, fun, inquisition and dismissal, and if you don't do that? You probably should have just set up a more defined character and told their story, and been clear in that expectation from your establishing moments.

Oh, Lore

One thing I really liked in BG3 is the way you could toggle on and off lore friendly options during character creation. It gave you the chance to say actually no, I don't care, or make sure you were creating within that world if you did. But regardless, if you have established lore, you have to carry it through. If you have a ton of backgrounds for characters, you have to make sure that's meaningful. A Grey Warden should be able to sense Darkspawn in their first encounter; it's a huge part of their deal. A Qunari character, if you have not specified that they are Tal-Vashoth and strictly from one background, should be able to reflect positively on their religion and cultural upbringing or see things through a non-Andrastrian lens. This is where it can be easier, even if it is disappointing, to set stronger boundaries in the creation of characters. For the most part, people are okay with limitations if it gives them something to work with. In Inquisition there were complaints about how much or little the backgrounds really added to the experience of being the Herald of Andraste, but they did choose backgrounds where there might be a rough knowledge of what was occuring at the conclave. It's okay to leave some things for people to fill in the gaps, but consistency is key.

Learning as the character learns

One clever way to establish connection but allow for discovery is for the characters to learn as we do. The Dark Urge in BG3 is an obvious example of this, but I'd also add in The Watcher in Pillars of Eternity too, and even V from CP77. Whatever they thought they are, they are something more, and it allows us to keep all of what we thought we knew about our characters and find out more along the way. It allows the game to take us down a path of the present, not the past (even though all of them ARE discovering events of the past!) by making it about what a person sees themself as, what they want to be, and what they have been. It sidesteps invalidation of ideas by creating narratives that are inherently biased as they are memory, allowing us to take or question the information we are given as we are given it. It trusts an audience and the player to invest their own opinions in the burgeoning narrative.

To do this, you need to make sure that the player has a good grasp, again, of what they do know. Good grounding is essential here. Think of the prologue of Pillars of Eternity, where we can establish a character's whole value system, or the pre-heist time with V which allows us to establish an enormous amount of relationship building and relationship to the world around them. Take that time, or it will fall apart.

#okay that's it for now I've run out of time #I may come back to this

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puppy-wife · 7 months ago

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💘💖Introduction Post 💖💘

⛓️⛓️ minors dni, my blog is 18+ ⛓️⛓️

hello!! you can call me Bunny! this is my blog for posting selfies, newds, hornyposting, and sometimes I post my works! here are some fun facts about me:

💘 Age/Zodiac: 31, Aries sun, Taurus moon, Scorpio rising

💖 Gender: gendertrash, trans femme enby, otherworldly slut

💘 Pronouns: she/it, but I also use neopronouns, ae/aer. no one really uses my neo pronouns, but if you did it'd make me happy!

💖 Sexuality: t4t, queer, demi, lesbian (I only date non-men, this does include nonbinary trans folk!)

💘 Relationship: polyamorous/ENM. I have one romantic nesting partner, @kitty-husband, and am potentially open to new (at least semi-local) connections 🤭

💖 Fursona Critters: wolf, dog, bunny, raccoon, kobold, robot/drone

💘 System: I am a Plural system, you can find the whole system @pluralpup!! Cece is @preydefiler, and Fidget is @fidgetyfamiliar

💖 Disabilities: PTSD, autism, ADHD, hearing loss, nerve damage in my hip/back

💘 Transitioning since: 11/2021

💖 Pets: I have a dog (Cupcake), and my NP has a cat and a tarantula

💘 Hobbies: ttrpgs, magic the gathering, Overwatch, reading, writing (more on that later)

💖 Main Fandoms: Kamen Rider, The Locked Tomb, Marvel/MCU (I know, dont judge me), LOTR

💘 Top/Bottom: I'm a switch, so I like both, but in most of my relationships, I tend to fill the dom top role. Don't get it twisted tho, I'm such a good girl good puppy sub 🥺

💖 K!nks: [Key: + means as a top, - means as a bottom, & means either or both!] musk-, cnc-, sadist+, impact&, petplay&, primal&, estim+, bondage&, disclipine&, monsterfucking&, intox&, marking/ownership/possession&, knifeplay&, rope-, goddess&, body worship&, group play&, cucking-, voyeurism-, being a brat-, humiliation-, light degradation-, droneification-, vore&, overstim&, blood&, hypno&, cutting+, objectification-, roleplay&, drool/spit&, tongues&, sensory dep-, cum play&, bruises&, praise&, wax+, chains&, face slapping&, outdoor sex&, mutual masturbation&, power exchange&, remote controlled toys, especially when used in semi public&, oral oral oral oral oral oral oral oral oral oral oral oral oral oral oral oral&

💘 Pet Names: (from Dom to sub, left to right) Mistress, Mommy, Ma'am, Miss, Pup, Puppy, Good Girl, Good dog, slut, whore, bitch

💖 Hard Limits: yelling at me, and anything to do with poop or vom

💘 Anons: 🍄

💖 Writing: I've been writing for most of my life. A lot of my work is either poetry or short form fiction. I sometimes do spoken word performances. I am currently working on writing a book about a magical school, it's currently untitled but I have the plot planned out and am fleshing out character basics before I start the actual first draft. I also have a high fantasy d&d-style world which I have been writing for and playing ttrpgs in for almost 10 years now. ask me about it!! I will rant and ramble about it

💘 you can find me on Goodreads as well, also under puppy-wife!!

💘 Any other questions, please hit up my ask box 🥰🥰🥰

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alien-magnolia · 5 months ago

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Gator.

Tw: roleplay, power dynamics/implied (ownership) (dom-coded! Gator Tillman and sub!coded fem!reader, innocence kink, humiliation!sir!kink! unprotected sex!)

Wc: 495

A/n: pls help a writer out and comment/reblog! Means a lot to me :) -Liz

He’s across the room. Standing, eyes focused on you, his hand slowly pawing at his growing bulge. You’re against a wall, wearing nothing but a new lingerie set you’ve gotten. Pink, of course.

You are a deer, caught in the headlights. His combat boots pound against the wooden floor as he walks on over to you, handcuffs jingling from his pants.

You give him the sweetest, most innocent look you could muster. “Is there a problem, Mister?,” you ask, batting your eyelashes, your shiny lip gloss reflecting in the dim light.

“Need to inspect you. Might be a danger,” he gruffly tells you, his lips parting as a large hand comes up to cup your cheek. “Listen f’me and turn around,” he commands, hand still pawing at his very noticeable bulge.

He turns you around by grabbing your neck. Your back is to him now, almost completely bare and exposed to him. He is dressed. The power he has over you makes you so giddy you’d scream. But you won’t. Not unless he says.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises, you hear him fiddle with a toothpick in his mouth. His lips trail along the back side of your neck, giving you goosebumps. His hands slowly trace from the top of your body to the bottom, stopping to harshly squeeze your tits. “You sure are passing the inspection, sweetheart. All dolled up f’me,” he chuckles, and gives your cheeks a hard slap.

“Wanna be good,” you purr, in complete bliss as you feel him undress, his hairy chest pressed up against your back, you hear him unbuckle his belt. “You’re my good girl, aren’t ya? Gonna take this cock however I want, yeah?,” he chides, a hand coming up to tilt your head. “Yes! Yes, anything, anything, you murmur, lost in his scent, his voice, the feeling of him.

Another harsh, stinging, slap brings you to reality. “Yes, what?,” he asks, cementing his role over you. “Yes, sir,” you plead. “Glad to see she still has manners. Shit,” he mutters, pressing his cock against your sopping pussy.

“Beg for it.”

You whimper, feeling humiliated. “Please! Please, sir. Want your cock. Need it,” you whine. He chuckles. You get your way as his perfectly thick cock slips into you, hairy chest against your back. “Good girl, listening to her sir. Gonna have her cream on my cock how many times I want, isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

You were lost in bliss to answer. His veiny, thick hands gripping at your skin until it turns red, his strength, his musk, his guns in the corner, his chest hair.

You felt his balls slapping against your folds, his cock perfectly filling you up, over and over, over and over. “Please, need to cum, sir. Please,” you wail, your body tired from his manhandling.

“Cum f’me, that’s it, that’s my good fuckin’ girl, my little sweetheart to play with,” he grunts, as he releases inside you.

You are his.

#liz’s masterlist #liz writes 🖤#gator tillman x you #gator tillman x reader #gator tillman x fem!reader #gator tillman smut #gator tillman #dom!coded gator tillman x sub!coded reader #dom!gator tillman #joe keery smut

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rathayibacter · 3 months ago

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Rath's TTRPG Post!

Hey yall, been long enough that I should really write another of these. I'm Rath and I make weird tabletop games! I've got a lot of games already out there, and even more in the oven, so this post exists to help organize them all and give you a jumping-off point if you want to check out my work. Without further ado,

[BXLLET>

BXLLET is a post-apocalyptic cowboy game about the nature of violence. It hands players incredibly lethal characters, then asks those characters to try and find their way in the world. If all you have is a hammer, how do you stop seeking nails?

Every BXLLET character begins with a single bullet on their person, and can always spend a bullet to kill someone. Collecting more bullets unlocks your archetype's unique powers, making you an increasingly imposing threat—and juicy target. However, even as you become bloated with potential violence, you'll find plenty of problems escape easy solutions. Sure, you can always kill, but can you cut out the rot that runs deeper than any individual bandit, warlord, or capitalist? In a world fighting to rebuild itself from disaster, are you a wandering hero, or just a murderous tool of the old age? Can you help build a better future, or are you doomed to haunt its outskirts?

Thanks to two game jams and a whole lot of love, BXLLET also has a ton of additional modules, spilling over with scenarios, archetypes, factions, mechanics, and alternate settings. Here's a big list of them! Check them out, they're fucking incredible.

KATABASIS

KATABASIS is a tactical combat afterlife-crawl, where spirits fight using weapons and armor made of their emotional baggage to try and escape a surreal concrete afterlife. It's all about putting together strange builds to face off against bizarre monsters, all while meeting other stranded spirits and exploring the tangled world you're trapped in. If you delve deep enough, fight hard enough, maybe one day you can find a way to return to life.

KATABASIS is a work in progress, with the full game still a ways off. I'm currently working on the next update, The Highway Down, where players will fight their way across perilous highways tangled through a hanging city. Even so, the game's already packed with characters, equipment, monsters, and maps.

So go! Gather your painful memories, bare your petrified heart, kill the psychopomps and shatter the gates of hell. There might be no escape, but we'd rather die a thousand times more than give up looking.

Disparateum

Disparateum welcomes you to the Named City, a place at the edge of our world and the center of all others. Residents of the Named City wander across the full spectrum of possible worlds, visiting them as one might visit another neighborhood. Like KATABASIS, it's also a work in progress, but already contains pound-for-pound more raw ideas than anything I've ever written. It's a dense, strange, silly, and colorful game, and a gushing love letter to roleplaying in general.

Disparateum is a game for a Knight, a Thief, and a Seer, who explore the Named City in search of adventure and change. Here, shared dreams settle over the city at night; here, our reflections plot revenge from the opposite side of every mirror; here, dragons hold court to debate ownership of stories; here, museum corridors tangle their way through the past and into other histories; here, spiders weave a network of WiFi connections and host dense egg sacs of websites; here, sprawling statue gardens grow beneath our souls. Welcome to the Disparateum. Enjoy your stay.

Unskilled Labor

Unskilled Labor is a game about struggling to get by in the rotting corpse of capitalism. But this time, you have superpowers!

Unfortunately, the superpowers will not let you steal back the time you wasted in dead-end jobs, nor will they let you topple the system and fix everything singlehandedly. But, hey, did you really expect them to? The work to make a better world remains to be done, and maybe now it'll be slightly easier. Manifest a customer service persona to fight your friends' landlord, use perfect timing to escape the cops, coordinate supernaturally disruptive protests of an oil pipeline. Play using resumes as character sheets and calendars as battlemaps. Manage your well-being (as much as you're able), struggle against the tides of Western society, and spit in the face of authority. It's not a glamorous power fantasy, but hopefully it reminds you not to give up the fight.

Charcuterie

Charcuterie is a series of zines, each about 40 pages long, collecting various little experimental games, writings, and doodles. The first two have five ttrpgs each, four being updated versions of games I'd previously released and the fifth being exclusive to the zine. The third is instead a collection of poetry and short stories, though I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a streak of game design through it all anyway.

IMMORTAL Pop!bat 2: funK.O. (Definitive Edition)

Have you ever wanted a miniatures wargame with thirteen thousand seven hundred and ninety-nine unique statblocks? Have you ever wanted to microwave your friend's limited edition metallic blue Batman Funko Pop, but lacked the game mechanical justification to do so? Have you ever wanted to waste an entire paycheck on a terrible idea? IMMORTAL Pop!bat 2: funK.O. (Definitive Edition) has you covered. With two pages of rules and sixteen hundred pages of Pop!batants, with IP!b2:fK.O.(DE) you'll be making terrible life choices in no time.

Stationkeeping

In Stationkeeping, you've inherited a run-down satellite from your late aunt. Slowly you'll patch it up, add new rooms, and fill it with memories. The game's contained entirely on a small stack of handwritten index cards which you can carry around with you, slowly progressing the game by going out of your way to enjoy the little things in your day-to-day life.

And More!

I've got even more stuff over on itch, and I sneak occasional glimpses at my current projects into the #ttrpgs tag here on tumblr. Keep your eyes peeled!

And of course, I'm always happy to chat. If you're ever curious about something I've made or am making, if you enjoyed something or had thoughts on it, if you just wanna say hi, please reach out! Games are my passion, and I love nothing more than to talk with other passionate people. Until then, I'm signing off!

#ttrpgs #BXLLET #KATABASIS #Disparateum #Unskilled Labor #Charcuterie #IMMORTAL Pop!bat 2: funK.O. (Definitive Edition)#Stationkeeping

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honeyhotteoks · 4 months ago

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Okay I'm 5'7 too so thank you for your detailed description of the members and I'm not surprised but kinda am at the same time about their appearance??

Low-key love seeing all the live content but also feel left out as an Aussie atiny BUT I'm seeing skz in October so I'm excited for that!!

Speaking of their appearance, the members of skz are a lot more muscular in person than how they look.

I was expecting them to be skinny and boney but they all look incredibly strong and fit-even Han and Felix-

Han actually looks slightly more buff and muscly then Felix which surprised me and Lee Know is just as defined and muscular as Changbin which no one talks about.

Anyway- yunho brain rot.

I was listening to the audiobook of haunting Adeline because I finally caved in from the TikTok influence and my friend telling me how sexy the novel is.

Idk if it's because I'm going to therapy or I'm too old but I thought it was over-hyped-

I did love how the author described the themes of fear and stalking because when I did get tense when she'd leave the room, come back and there would be a 🌹 on the counter.

BUT I did get delulu and I was reading some scenes where zade is just consumed with Adeline and I was gasping 'like omg yunho could be like this' because his natal chart indicates if he was psychotic and unhealed enough- could delve into stalking territory.

And yes okay- this shit is toxic and scary and awful in real life BUT LET ME FANTASISE FOR A SECOND!

What if yunho was that borderline toxic boyfriend that just CANT leave you alone??

Watches you from afar, sends you messages all day-

Somnophilia thought here-

You don't live with yunho but have given him a key and go to bed with no panties on b/c it's a common occurrence he'll drive over in the middle of the night b/c it's been too long since he's felt you under him and he has to ravish you.

You wake up to his tongue on you clit as he moans and breathes your scent in which eventually leads to you making love with him as he virtually suffocates you with his body and words?

You're mine, you're not leaving me, I'm destined to be with you, on top of you, inside you, I can't breathe w/o you.

EMOTIONAL DAMAGE!!

MY FRIEND THE WAY YOU ALWAYS SERVE UP THE GREATEST IMAGERY OF ALL TIME TO RUIN ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

first of all........ love that you're seeing skz!!! i'm hoping if and when they announce tour dates for north america next year there's a chance for me to see them

as far as your yunho brainrot goes................. IM DIZZY. i love your natal chart content, and i've been so obsessed with the idea of yunho being like perfect boyfriend great guy................but................there's that part of him that just can't help being possessive and having this sense of ownership over his partner.

i was just actually reading a fic for another fandom along the lines of what you're describing and i was like YUNHO YUNHO YUNHO the whole time. i might write my own version but......... brainrot under the cut

so i think there's two yunho possibilities that i love within this like possessive/stalker/dubcon realm, and one is straight up like suuuuuper healthy relationship but they play with CNC in intense ways and do full on like roleplay OR my current favorite brainrot which aligns with your idea and the fic i was just reading which is like...... desperately obsessed desperately in love fully fixated on reader not leaving him because he just has to consume her fully at all times.

he and reader have been dating for a while and he's honestly the 10/10 perfect boyfriend (she thinks) only.... she knows he gets a little funny about certain things. when other guys talk to her he just has to have his hands on her, and when he worries about her he really worries, almost too much. he gets jealous about the funniest little things, and he's always nervous about change, he just doesn't want anything to burst their little bubble so much so that he's controlling the situation a little too much. but.... she also loves him, and he hasn't really stepped over the line of toxic.......... until she catches him stealing a pair of her panties and realizes his phone is full of pictures of her.

and it starts off like an argument, until he starts to confess his real fantasies. and he knows it might be too much, but she makes him so insane it's like he can't help himself. and the longer he talks about all of those fantasies, confessing how fucked he knows it is and how she really could do better, she just keeps getting more and more turned on. and it's shocking to her too, but she really fucking likes it. she's never had someone take care of her, really and truly take care of everything and just let her exist without having to make all the decisions or take control, and he's just offering it all to her on a platter she just has to let him take it.

and so while he thinks revealing his desires is about to break them up, and he's losing his fucking mind about it, she's ready to double down hard on the relationship and on what they do behind closed doors. so she shocks him when she not only agrees for more but asks for more.

and so that's when she gives him the key, that's when she tells him that he's allowed to come in whenever he wants. to touch her whenever he wants. she wants it all, but all she asks in exchange is that he stops hiding his desires from her, because that's what was driving the wedge between them. he's patient about using the new found control though, because he doesn't know what that will do for their relationship and she doesn't necessarily know what she's allowing him to do..... he can't smother her ALL at once.

but that changes when she falls asleep one night before texting him goodnight, she's been stressed and worn thin and he's not had the opportunity to see her let alone take care of her..... and he's feeling a little neglected too. and he waits a couple of hours for a response, but finally he decides it's time to use the key. so he drives over, slips in quietly, and finds her sound asleep, phone still clutched in her fingers and a video looping on repeat.

he's hard in a second, desperate in a second, and he has to do something about it. so he starts off slow, peeing off her clothes and gently teasing her nipples, getting a blush in her cheeks and making her perfectly hot and receptive to his tongue teasing her sweet clit.

she’s been so tired lately that she’s well and truly out, and she doesn’t really wake up until he’s teasing her wet cunt with his cock, not quite fucking her yet but everything in between. and when she wakes it’s mid-orgasm and desperate for more, and she's aware that something feels different but she just woke up and she's caught between realizing yunho is actually here and pushing himself inside her and thinking it might be a dream.

but he's whispering to her, clutching her close and begging her to just let him have this.... and of course she will, she agreed, but as she comes more and more into consciousness the feeling of him and his words start to make sense. he’s not wearing a condom for the first time ever, and that's not something they've ever agreed on going without before. she's just trying to figure out what is going on but he's fucking into her harder and deeper than before, with a whimpering need on his lips that makes her body curl up in pleasure and she knows she should stop him but truthfully she doesn't want to.

and while she clings to him, yunho's delirious. the feeling of having her completely, of knowing he's the only person who's ever been inside her fully with nothing between them, of knowing that the risk might be worth it. his mind starts to spin until he's a babbling mess, telling her he's going to leave a piece of himself behind for her, make them whole, make sure she can never ever leave.

and even though she knows it's a terrible idea, a decision only made in the middle of sex because it feels good, she finds herself clutching him closer, goading him on. no one has ever wanted her quite like he does and it makes her want to throw everything she's ever cared about right out the window if it means he'll look at her like this forever.

ANYWAYS now i have to write full lowkey toxic possessive yunho with a reader who is down to be fully consumed by him like AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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