#roach's originals 🐶

[nevadaafterdark]

ugghhh thinking so hard about forced intox.. like, you baked something for me? oh -- it's my favorite type of brownies! haha wouldn't it be funny if they were weed brownies or something.. nah you'd never do that without my permission, right? anyway.. no, i shouldn't have more than one. you wanna give these to other people, right? no? i guess one more wouldn't hurt.. they aren't edibles, so i should be good to eat as many as i want, yeah?

[puppyluver256]

[Image Description: A pale anthropomorphic cockroach designed to fit into the world of Hollow Knight. She has a light beige carapace with long antennae, four arms, golden claws on her hands and feet, and an off-white mask on her face with four eye holes. She is wearing a white multi-layered dress made from a silk-like material, a golden tiara, golden diamond accessories on her antennae, and white "leg warmer" accessories with gold trim. Two of her arms are crossed in front of her, one hand on her hip, and the final free hand held up as though she is examining the area in a dismissive manner. The background is an area in Hollow Knight, specifically the transition between the Forgotten Crossroads and Greenpath. The character is on a cobblestone path, with two blue pillars and green bushes behind her. End ID.]

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Heeey I finally get to show off my first Hollow Knight OC! Also currently my only one, I might make more in the future :3 Anyway, this is Lissome, a roach from somewhere beyond Hallownest who works as a fashion designer in her homeland. She decided to try and explore outside of her homeland for some further inspiration, so she arrives in Hallownest, but with a sliiiight problem... You see, Lissome hates dirt and filth, and the nearly abandoned sections of Hallownest aren't exactly the cleanest places in the world, and the main remaining settlement of Dirtmouth sets her off on name alone because, well, she's incredibly judgmental. Okay, I'm not gonna sugarcoat it, Lissome is a grade-A prime cut bitch with a naste temper to boot. Don't worry tho, she'll eventually get a little better. And her distaste for getting dirty doesn't mean she can't defend herself in the meantime--she is incredibly fast and has a hell of a kick, so she can both fight and flee quite well depending on what the situation might require. Here's hoping that whatever happens, she doesn't get any of that weird orange stuff that's leaking out of the beasties around these parts.

If you think Lissome looks familiar, congratulations! You more than likely know exactly what inspired her design! :D And because Lissome is a fashion designer and some serendipitous circumstances with that original inspiration, I plan on giving her an alternate outfit soon that better fits the Hallownest Vibe, hehe.

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[nevadaafterdark]

unshaved pussy actually smells intoxicatingly good some of y'all are just fucking weak

[nevadaafterdark]

-> FARMBOY ON COWBOY ACTION <3

synopsis: thinking reeeaaally hard about working on a ranch/farm and pining over one of the really hot cowboys that work the cattle..

word count: ~900

(contents: t4t ftm4ftm, pet names (farmboy, beau, shug), frotting, fingering, light bullying/degradation, slight body betrayal, dubcon, nsft)

i'm still kinda new to writing porn! feedback is appreciated <3

you've been working on a farm, or maybe a ranch. the technicalities don't matter. maybe you're doing some of the lighter work, like tending to the chickens. y'know, collecting eggs, breaking broody hens, making sure the momma hens are getting enough to eat and drink as they stay with the eggs. it's a work-intensive job, but relatively light on the body. your boots are broken in but not overly worn.

but god if you can't keep your eyes off that one cowboy that saunters around like his dick is too big to fit in his blue jeans. he rides that shire horse like he's riding into war even though he's only herding cattle. you're lucky you can dish out excuses like watching the pasture for foxes and snakes when you're looking out at the cattle fields.

and yet, of course, luck isn't always on your side. one day, he confronts you about your lingering eyes (something about "you got a lazy eye? or a lack of respect?"). you adamantly deny everything -- obviously -- if only for the sake of his ego not growing too big. sure, you've interacted before, but this is new.

he laughs and takes your hand, his callouses abrasive against your softer hands. with less effort than you think it should take, he tugs you up into the saddle, practically on his lap. he laughs against the nape of your neck, his hot breath against your skin making you dizzy.

"what's the matter, farmboy?" he mumbles, his lips brushing against your skin. it sends electric tingling down your spine. "scared to take a ride? i just wanna show you somethin', that's all."

you deny it (saying something about the other workers not being competent enough to watch for hawks, which is honest-to-god bullshit) and squirm in the saddle. he wraps an arm around your waist and hisses out a warning to stay still. he squeezes the horse's sides with his calves and you're jostled as the horse starts walking, then trotting towards the treeline.

you ask him what he thinks he's doing. he just laughs, nipping at your neck and squeezing your middle again. his fingers find your belt and fiddle with the buckle. "it's alright, shug. i ain't gonna kill you or nothin'."

after a few minutes of riding (and his fingers dipping into the waistband of your pants but laughing and taking them out when you gasp), the horse comes to a stop in a forest clearing. he lifts you off the saddle, then hops off.

he unhooks his personal bag off the horse's saddle and drapes it over his shoulder. he gives the horse's dock a light slap, and it canters off, back towards the ranch.

the clearing is nice -- there's wildflowers dotting the tall grass and a rocky crag shadowing half the clearing. he stands behind you, his hands finding your belt buckle again. you gasp, and he laughs, breathy against the shell of your ear.

you call him an asshole and he just laughs again. "oh, you don't mean that, shug. i can tell."

before you can protest, his hand dips into your pants, his fingers immediately gliding over your tdick and running the pad of his finger down your slit. he chokes back a groan. "fuck. goddammit -- you just walk around like this, huh?"

you exhale heavily and deny it. you deny it even though you're hard, even though you're dripping, even though you're fighting the instinct to buck your hips into his hand.

he grinds against your ass, his belt buckle digging into your skin as he dips a finger in you. you hiss, and he laughs. "what, don't like that, farmboy? then maybe you shouldn't be walkin' around, wet and ready and just waitin' for someone to take you."

you huff, your breath becoming more labored as he starts moving his finger. you scoff and your head falls back against his shoulder as he adds a second, rubbing the heel of his hand against your tdick with every motion. he curls his fingers, his fingertips brushing against that rough spot inside you that makes you spit and curse like a feral cat.

"fuck this," he growls under his breath. he fumbles with your belt buckle, undoing it before undoing the button of your jeans and tugging down the fly. he circles around you, undoing his own belt, button, and fly.

he flicks the body of his bag behind him, then grabs your waist with enough force to bruise and brings your hips to his. both you and him let out strangled sounds as the heads of your tdicks bump and rub against each other. he ruts against you, groaning lowly.

"goddamn, shug, you're so fuckin' hard," he manages through his whining noises. "do i do this to you? don't answer, i already know."

you hiss out something along the lines of telling him to shut the fuck up, choking back your moans. you angle your hips and grind forward. both you and him groan and curse and just rut against each other like desperate mutts.

he guides you backwards, pushing you back against the bark of a tree, still grinding against you. he pulls away a little to reach into his bag. he pulls out a strap-on, one that's thick and heavy and matches his brash personality perfectly. the harness clinks as he holds it up with a shit-eating smile.

"you ready for the main show, farmboy?"

[nevadaafterdark]

UGH "cortisol face" this, "double lip line" that, "hip dips" blah blah blah. how about i fuck you in front of a mirror, forcing you to look at how well you're taking me, watch the way your face contorts in pleasure, see me fucking ravage you until you admit that every part of you is beautiful?

[nevadaafterdark]

hearing a boy whimpering out a soft "oh fuck" when i force my knot in himmm >>>>>

[nevadaafterdark]

edging + begging/"please" + "thank you"s + orgasm :)

first audio post, don't bully me -- i know my boycunt is loud 😖😖

(i use he/him pronouns! please praise me if you want!!)

[nevadaafterdark]

heeyy.. i just got done with a few hours of yard work while the heat index is 105°F/40.5°C.. i sweat through two shirts and a binder if anyone wants to steal them and jerk off to the smell of tboy musk..... but only if i can listen to your moans spill through the thin walls and jerk off with you too <3

[nevadaafterdark]

i'm SOOOOO into fat pussy y'all don't even know.. i need to lap at someone's cunt, grabbing at their plump thighs and leaving indents in their flesh. clit or tdick, it doesn't matter -- i just NEED to be dragging my tongue over anything they've got. if they want to squeeze their thighs around my head, go right fucking ahead! i don't care if they cut off blood flow to my head and crush my windpipe. it's their god-given right to suffocate me between the fat of their legs. lord knows i'd die happy

[nevadaafterdark]

ahh i'm kinda into the idea of weed intox even though my body simply rejects weed and i get really sick/pass out.. like i'm just thinking of him holding the cart to my lips and pressing the button and saying "if you're a good boy, you'll take a hit. can't you take a hit for me, puppy? won't you be a good boy?" and of course i have to take a hit! he begged so pretty!!!

but then my body starts to feel woozy and there's that impending feeling of passing out, so he guides me to the couch and tells me "oh, puppy, it's okay. don't worry, puppy, i've got you... just let me take care of you, okay?" and i'm forced to stay in that slightly-unawares space that only enhances puppyspace. and so i'm stuck there, beating my tail against the couch cushions while he just pets my head and calls me a pretty pup and continues to train and mold me into a perfect mutt.. <3

[nevadaafterdark]

forced breeding where you force a girl to cum inside you? no. not for me. forced breeding where you fuck a girl good and hard and promise to get her pregnant even though she doesn't have a womb and you don't have sperm? amazing. promising her over and over that she's gonna be a momma? wonderful. making her promise through her whimpers and moans that she's gonna give you a beautiful little girl or a bouncing baby boy? or, hell -- twins? maybe even triplets, if she can handle it? dizzy. a want. a need, even.

[nevadaafterdark]

SSOOOOO embarrassing that i get giggly and giddy off a few sips of a drink. like oh my god you wouldn't even need to spike my drink you just need to keep saying "hey.. i just ordered this. wanna try it?" because i'm a fucking lightweight and WILL get piss drunk off the drinks you handle without a second thought

[nevadaafterdark]

heyyy yeah i'm horribly sick. yeah runny nose and puffy eyes and sniffling and everything. yeah i know i look like i'm crying haha. yeah doctors said the only cure was bouncing on your cock until my knees give out. yeah and then when my knees inevitably do give out you need to flip me on my back and pound into me and make me cry for real. yeah. yeah i don't know enough about medicine to disprove it so let's just try it

[nevadaafterdark]

need to play with another puppy who can't top/dom to save his life because i can't either. so we're just whining and panting and humping and grinding against each other, pawing at each other's chests as his packer grinds so hard against both my tdick and his.. double points if a dom watches, instructing us what to do because we're just so dumb and subby we obviously wouldn't know what to do otherwise <3!!

[nevadaafterdark]

i'm so in love with the idea of transfem superiority. like fuck what a concept! you say i'm supposed to worship your girlcock and kneel for you like a good boy? yes ma'am! you say i need to stay chaste and only derive pleasure from giving it to you? of course, mistress! you say i only need to wear a collar and leash around you? what else would i do when you make your demands so clear? you say i'm just some boy to fuck and a pup to play with? don't tempt me, you goddamn seductress!!

[nevadaafterdark]

was testing my dog's new lancing device (she has diabetes) just to make sure it worked because i didn't want to accidentally hurt her. so i cocked it and put it on my inner thigh because i don't bleed as easily there. but, i didn't know how much i needed to press down on the button for the lancet to release, and good god the anticipation was better than the actual lancing.

like, yeah, it didn't hurt a lot because it's designed not to, but the buildup to the sting was so fucking good. i need someone to take advantage of that and trace their knife over me, not cutting but just scratching. and i'm just squirming and whining because i want to be cut, i want that pain and they're just building the tension higher and higher until the blade slits my skin open and i nearly cum on the spot 😖😖