#this was so much fun to finish aaa

[skeblinn]

Two hundred years in the future, any trace of the past has been lost to the flames of Iblis. Alone in his fight against the undying monstrosity, fate smiles upon Silver the Hedgehog one day through the helpful hand of a mysterious figure who can travel though time. Silver is given two clues--the face of the Iblis Trigger, and a vocal recording of a man who warns the danger of it being unleashed.

Sent to the present day, Silver sets off to find the man who made the recording in the hope of changing the past to one free of Iblis. Little does he know in his attempts to be a hero, he may have set the world on the very course he wanted to avoid...

Will Silver find he has being led astray? Or will the Doctor be able to manipulate our hedgehog's noble efforts to one that suits his own selfish goals?

[armulyn]

This is an Oskar N. Reteep appreciation post.

Thank you.

[aka-indulgence]

Man I wanna have the timr and motivation to make an animatic

[astrxealis]

i have a granblue fantasy sideblog (kinda inactive), a final fantasy xiv blog (still a wip) ... maybe i should make a milgram sideblog. and a drakenier sideblog

[glacialheart]

it's interesting how i'm super awake when designing stuff even in the middle of the night but i go zzz for everything else

[moonkitty]

hi im triple AAA game studio. Welcome to our game gunshitters 7. this is a 70$ USD game that is not finished but you can buy the DLC at launch for 50$USD. also theres a seprate in game currency where you can spend 200$USD to get diamonds to buy cosmetics. look at our roadmap. dont you want to pay 30$ for our first season pass? you will unlock special epic gear that will never ever come back so you can get a nice healthy dose of FOMO. the next season pass is next month and is also 30$. also we are locking 40% of the entire game behind our fun new feature 'present mechanics' so you can gift the rest of the game to yourself for the low low price of 40$ and you also get an epic gun skin if you pay for the GOLD season pass for 60$. also you know how the game was unfinished at launch? oh haha were sorry about that. were releasing it now but you need to pay 20$ for it. fuck you. fuck you. fuck you.

guy in a duplex living off of nothing but bread with a computer from 2009: hi everyone im so sorry im late to announce this but my game honeydew mayhem where you can conquer the universe as a bee is gonna release a month late because i still need time to work on making sure that everything works properly and i also need to make sure that the free content updates i will release over time for the next 10 years will be on their way. i need to make sure that you can do absolutely everything you can think of in this game and i still need to polish 20 boss fights and finalize 40 more in-game areas to explore. im sorry you guys will have to wait a bit longer. also my game will be 25$ i hope that isnt too much to ask. if it is i promise it will go on sale soon for 9$. i love all of you and hope you are having a good day

[harksness]

No Going Back

Summary: An incurable illness plagues you, something one of a kind that has never been seen before. It corrupts magic, leaving you unable to use your powers without risking death or worse. Someone wants all of your unused power themselves, and a reluctant Agatha Harkness is convinced to keep you safe after some bribing.

A/N: aaa I've had the idea for this for like 2yrs now!!! I'm super excited to be finishing it and posting it finally!! It's my first in depth, planned fanfic and I'm super excited to share it I hope you guys like it <3

(Also lowk paranoid that some of the creative decisions I made for this fic are gonna end up being explained in the show so just nevermind that if it happens we're just here for some fun romance and smut with Agatha ok)

WC: 3k

Anxiety gnaws away at your insides as you flick on your blinker, knuckles tightening around the steering wheel as you turn down that familiar dirt road that you hate so much. That long, winding dirt road that also leads to the house that you hate so much.

You try the breathing exercises your therapist taught you. The slow, calculated inhales, the holding your breath, and slow calculated exhales, but it does nothing to relieve the feeling in your chest that’s suffocating you. 

The cars headlights cut through the darkness, thick layers of tall, old trees swarming each side of the road as their branches bow overhead. You can’t even see the night sky through the thick layers of leaves.

You’re positive that if you had consulted your therapist about this little visit before coming, she would have told you that it’s not a good idea. That reopening old wounds after basically being no contact for four years would undo a lot of healing and hard work. 

But, when you listened to your fathers urgent voicemail, you knew you needed to come. You had no choice. The deal you made with him before leaving was more than fair. He agreed to leave you alone and only contact you if it was a necessary emergency. And you agreed to that more than fair deal.

He wanted you to be as far away from him as possible, and you wanted the same thing. To be far, far away from him and any reminders of what happened to you, your childhood and the toxic magical community you grew up in.

You’re sure that you were only able to get away because of your little defect. And because after your mother died, he immediately remarried and your father didn’t waste time popping out plenty of new babies, pureblooded heirs that could flawlessly wield their old blood magic unlike you.

If your father called you back home you know it’s a serious, urgent matter. And that only makes your chest grow tighter as you turn the last bend and your childhood home comes into view.

“Well.. Here we go..”

You grumble to yourself, the tall, menacing house looming over you amongst all of the trees. The night sky actually cuts through these parts, the moonglow illuminating the house and its surroundings as you pull up to the front door. Immediately you kill the engine and shift your car into park, leaning forward to peer up at the house.

The pristine white under the moonlight makes it look like it’s glowing. It stands tall and proud and perfect, no chipping or dirt in sight. A black roof sits on top, perfectly black framed windows spread along the sides of the house, and not a single one is lit up with evidence of life. Curiously, you keep peering, checking for a sign of anyone being in the house. With a deep breath you grab your keys and your bag and exit the car.

It’s dead silent, save for the sound of crickets and the rustling of leaves in the trees when a soft breeze blows through. You pause as you take a deep breath to steady yourself. Cautiously, you walk around to the other side of the house, leaning over and peering just enough to see if any lights were turned on. 

Nope. Nothing. All of the windows are black as pitch. You groan, pinching your eyes shut as you try to soothe yourself by rubbing your fingers on your forehead.

Whatever. You’ll just go inside and call your father. You’d be dead meat if you left without his permission, anyways. He sounded very urgent. Deathly urgent. With a deep exhale pushing past your lips, you walk back around the house, the wind chilling your cheeks as you start to make your way up the front steps. 

No door handle, just a block of smooth painted wood that looks like a door. A wave of exhaustion overtakes you as you press your palm to the smooth center of the wood, your features dropping as an electric blue glow flows in ripples over the door before it parts for you, splitting down the middle and swinging open.

The main hall is eerily dark and you have to force yourself to move forward. The moonlight is bright enough to where you can see, but everything is shadowed. The hall stretches out far, down the length of the entire house before leading to the wide, open stairs that would take you up to the expansive second level. 

A hard, loud slam echoes through the halls and shakes the house. It’s enough for you to let out a scream and jump as you fling yourself around to the source of the noise, noticing the front doors are sealed closed. Your face scrunches in confusion at the sight. It should just.. Close like a normal door as soon as you are comfortably in the threshold of the house. Never have you seen it linger or slam like that before, not even in your years growing up here.

You sigh, deciding to brush it off even though you know something is wrong, more so because you know that you’re incapable of protecting yourself like a normal witch would be able to so gaslighting yourself is just the easier option for now.

Besides, whatever’s wrong can’t be life endangering to you. The property is warded and safe, it’s basically impossible to get through to the house let alone inside of it. Hundreds of years of magical wards and barriers make sure of that. So, you grab your phone out of your coat pocket, your fingers cold as you pull up your fathers contact and press the call button.

You raise the phone to your ear as the sound of the monotonous chimes ring through the silent rooms as you pass through them, cautiously walking into the family room. The sound of your boots is muffled by the thick carpet as you walk over it to peer out of the window. The wind rushes against the side of the house, the echo of the noise whispering through the silent halls of your childhood home.

“Okay, I’m at the house. What’s going on and where are you? Please… Just call me back.”

Lowering the phone with a tense sigh, you drop it back into your coat pocket before turning back to the window. You decide to analyze the treeline for any sign of something being off, and you see something that makes your heart drop into the pit of your stomach.

One of the protective runes carved into one of the trees has been singed off. You can tell by the sizzling burn marks that it was magic, the bark of the tree burned all the way through and to the wood underneath, leaving no sign of the runes that were previously there. Your throat dries up.

Whoever did that had to have broken through two other protective barriers on the property. It’s tough magic and in order to break through it… You’d need some scarily powerful magic on your side.

There’s only been a few times over the decades since the house was built that someone has been able to break through the protective barriers. The last time was when your mother was assassinated and you were left for dead when you were a child.

You can’t stop the panic from bubbling in your chest this time, not knowing what to do or how to protect yourself. Your mind is frantic as you search for a solution, your hand moving to fist the pendant hanging from your neck, but something catches your eye and you freeze. In the reflection of the window you see her, a woman reclining in your fathers favorite chair. The back of the extravagant, plush red chair reaches high, the woman is slumped down in it, her black heeled boots dangling over one armrest of the chair as she gently swings her feet back and forth, the fabric of her purple skirt swaying with each movement.

Her body is twisted just a bit so that her front is tilted towards you, her chin resting in her palm. She’s donning a very traditionally witchy getup. Her wild, brown curls fall off of her head in crazy waves as it cascades over her shoulders. Her lips are quirked in the snarkiest smirk you’ve ever seen, your chest tightening even further when you notice her bright blue eyes are planted right on you. 

You whip around to face her, your eyes widening when you see her with your own two eyes and not in the window's reflection, confirming this is real and not a figment of your imagination.

“Oh my goodness! It took you long enough to notice me! If this were a horror movie, or if I actually wanted to kill you, you would’ve been dead the second those doors slammed shut, sweetheart.”

The woman's smooth voice has a taunting edge to it. She swings her feet over and around and they land against the carpet with a dramatic thump! before she pushes herself out of the chair and onto her feet.

“Thank god I don’t want to kill you.”

Her smirk drops into a warning smile, her voice doing the same. You’re gripping your pendant so tightly that you can feel it cutting into the skin of your palm.

“What do you mean? What do you want?”

You ask, your voice shaky and soft. She drops her gaze to your fist, pointing at it.

“That’s what I want.”

Her eyes meet yours again as she takes a few steps towards you. 

“Are you gonna be a good girl and give it to me? Or do I have to take it from you?”

She holds out her hand, and that’s when your gaze catches on the pendant on her neck. Your eyes widen in horror, taking a slow step backwards.

Every witch knows about Agatha Harkness. About her long list of crimes, both magical and not. Especially those of you connected to the elder families. She’s successfully stolen from some, even killed a few. She was a suspect in your mothers murder and your assault, but was ruled out for having been out of the country at the time.

“Why do you want it?”

You stutter through the sentence, trying to distract her for a moment as you mentally prepare yourself for what you’re about to do. You just keep hoping, praying to whatever god is listening, that you can get your magic to work right just this once.

“Stop stalling, honey.. You know exactly why I want it.”

You take her words as your signal to call on your magic, and it appears in a sickly blue-ish yellow glow, enveloping you as you feel it wash over you, turning you invisible. You start cursing internally, knowing your magic won’t last long enough to keep you safe. But you have to try something. 

You don’t know what to do. Just run to your car, which probably won’t work, hide, which also probably won’t work, or somehow try to distract her which is your best bet but also probably won’t work.

So, you start booking it down the hall, the hard thumps of your feet on wood rattling through the old house as you dart for the stairs. Your fingers wrap around the bannister and you start running up the steps, taking them two steps at a time as you desperately search your mind for a good place to hide. 

“It’s funny you think you can hide, sweetheart.”

Agatha calls after you, and you can already hear her making her way up the stairs. She’s taking her time as she follows after you. You bolt down the hall, finding your old bedroom. When you throw open the door you’re not surprised to see that they renovated it, it seems to be an art studio for your step mother now.

You step back into the hallway, remaining invisible as you quietly move out of the way. Agatha is making her way down the hall, her robes and long hair flowing dramatically behind her as she approaches the door you flung open.

“Oh, come on.. Just make this easier for the both of us and come on out.”

She laughs as she sticks her head into the room, surveying it. She must be suspicious that you’re not actually in there. You take the opportunity to do something you’ve never tried before, something stupid that could kill you- and you call on your magic.

You raise your hand, closing your eyes as you carefully begin to draw your power from the pendant around your neck. It’s unstable in its pure form like this, your anxiety bubbling in your chest as you draw it into your hand, feeling it crackle and pop like a fire. You feel the invisibility spell wash off of you like water, your fingers flicking backwards in time with the powerful bursts of magic.

You build the magic steadily, higher and higher as you wait for her to turn around.

When she finally does, you twist your arms, using all of your strength to fling the yellow-blue ball of magic right into the woman. She flies backwards, and you hear the crashing noises as she falls right into all of the easels and canvases.

Peering through the door, you see her in a clump on the floor with the broken and tattered art supplies. She blows a long piece of thick brown hair that hand landed in her face out of the way with a dramatic puff of her lips.

“I thought you couldn’t use magic..”

Agatha grumbles as she climbs to her feet, dusting herself off. She pauses, an uneasy look overtaking her face.

“What.. What was that?”

She groans, wrapping her arms around her stomach where your magic had landed. You let out a breathy, surprised laugh. 

“What did you do to me!? I thought you couldn't use magic!”

Agatha yells at you, rage seeping through her voice as it booms in the halls of the house. Fear grips you again as you straighten up, not bothering to give her an explanation.

She groans out in pain behind you, and you start running. Your feet heavy thumps as you book it down the hall, thinking you finally got a chance.

Not only does she need to realize what's happening to her, she needs to purge it from her body. Someone that powerful shouldn't have an issue dealing with it, but fighting it out should stall just long enough for you to get away.

Or so you thought.

Something hits you so hard that you fall to the ground, landing roughly on your right arm. The force of your body hitting the hard wood beneath you causes your head to snap against the floor too, a loud yelp of pain pushing out of your throat as pain shoots in hot flashes across your skull and down your arm.

A few seconds later you’re blinking dumbly as you try to regain your senses, your head ringing and vision blurry from your hard fall. Your eyes roll in your head, a groggy groan escaping your lips as you desperately try to pick yourself off the ground.

Your right arm is stuck. Shoulder to hand, as if it’s superglued to the wood beneath you. Desperately you pull on your arm, trying to sit up to no avail as you hear the woman approaching you from behind.

You’re basically a bug that walked into a sticky trap, helpless as you watch your impending demise approach you. You turn your head to the sound of boots on the wooden floor, seeing Agatha sauntering towards you, purple skirt swaying around the ankles of her black boots. You’re just barely able to make out a coherent thought through all of the pain and fog clouding your mind- you’re fucked.

Your heart is pounding in your chest, your head throbbing in time with every beat as the woman crouches down before you. You’re unable to focus on her features, desperately wincing and pinching your eyes shut to try and get rid of the pain. Her fingers wrap around your jaw, biting softly into your cheeks as she focuses your lolling head on her gaze.

“I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean for you to hit the ground that hard. Don’t wanna risk damaging that pretty face, hm?”

You blink rapidly as she starts to come into focus. You try to gargle out a response, but find yourself unable to as pain shoots through your skull. She coos at you with wide eyes, raising her free hand to run softly over the top of your head.

“At the very least, there’s gonna be a bump. At the very most, a concussion.. I really am sorry, but I needed this-”

Her hand is reaching towards your neck. Panic spikes in your chest when you realize she’s going to grab your necklace.

“N-no!”

You force the word past your lips in a desperate stutter, your voice echoing through the long hall so loudly that it surprises you. The witch before you even seems a bit taken off guard, curling her fingers back as she retreats her hand only slightly.

“What’s wrong with your magic..”

She asks, her voice soft and firm as her eyes narrow at you in curiosity. Panic is bubbling in your chest, rising in your throat.

“I don’t know.”

You whisper in return, before that all too familiar flash of blue-yellow magic lights up between the two of you. Agatha raises her hands, manifesting a wide, purple shield the exact moment your unstable magic collides with it. A loud noise sounds right when it collides with hers, shaking the house and echoing loudly in your ears. Your head flies in the opposite direction at the force, smacking against the floor once again as your vision goes black.

[r0-boat]

ZZZ Wise cockwarming

Nsfw there's like no content of him AAA gotta feed the fellow girls and gays

Gn!reader x zzz wise

You idly sit on your boyfriend's bed the sound of the clicks of his keyboard fill the room. Belle was gone and your boyfriend was working so all you could do was sit down and wait for Wise to finish.

Wise hears your bored sigh and turns his chair to see you. "I'm sorry, baby, This email is taking a lot longer than I thought. You can just go downstairs and watch something. I'll be down to meet you when I'm done."

He turns back around to focus on the screen as you protest. "I don't want to go downstairs Wise, I want to be with you. It's already been 30 minutes. Are you done yet?" He smiles, hearing the pout in your voice, His heart squeezes at your neediness. The fact that you want him so much fills him with ache but his work is important to him.

"I know I'm sorry, I'm almost done baby and then I'll be yours."

His typing continues for another painstaking 5 minutes enough to open up your phone and scroll before getting a dastardly idea. Something you totally did not get online You stand up shaking your hips as you take off your bottoms You pull out your boyfriend's chair a little bit just to sit in his lap. Wise's eyes widen as you surprise him with your sudden movement. His hands instinctively go to your now bare thighs. "What is this? What are you doing?" Wise asked.

"hmmm nothing just keep working I'll sit here." Now he isn't stupid He knows a scheming little liar when he sees one But he can't deny he is intrigued to see where this goes And who is he to turn down His cute partner in his lap. , "Okay then." Wise smiles, kissing you on your head before returning to his keyboard.

You waited a bit after the clacking starts before you start it too grind your hips against him. His hands on the keyboard shook pausing for a moment before continuing. You couldn't help yourself smiling before grinding harder. This time he stops letting out a groan his breath tickles your ear his voice low and husky "Baby, I'm working."

"keep working!"

He stays silent but obligious typing a little slower and he was before. You can tell You were having an effect on him As you can feel something growing harder in his pants.

There we go.... Time for some real fun.

Your hands slipped underneath your ass and in one motion quickly unzipped pants pulled his semi hard cock out.

"Oh baby what are you-Oh fuck..."

Pushing your panties to the side you immediately take him in sinking of his cock. His eyes rolled back as you take him in.

If he wasn't hard before he definitely was now. You can feel him buck and grind against you desperate for more than what you were giving him.

"keep working Wise."You say innocently as if you didn't just put his cock inside you.

"baby you know I can't focus now. Not when you're squeezing me. Good God why are you already wet?"His hands were gripping and groping your thighs and hips if you didn't take his hands off of you to put them back on the keyboard he would have probably moved you up and down.

His hands were shaking taking long pauses in each word as he struggles to type every word. Your walls occasionally squeezing around him feel him twitch inside you.

Balls deep inside your suckling, squeezing velvet walls. He could barely even concentrate, sitting so pretty in his lap, so cute he just wanted to grab your hips and move you, fuck you right in his chair. Drag you up and down and use you like a fleshlight since you want his attention so badly. Concentrating was agony now all he could think about was you.

Fuck work. He buries his face into his shoulder hand on your thigh and another hand dipping between your legs. As wise begins to hump inside you finally getting that delicious friction.

"baby please, you win. I just want to fuck you. Let me fuck you. Please let me fuck you!"

Wise was desperate grinding inside you fucking himself silly as he grabs your waist and grinds you down on him.

Part of you wants to tease him more but you don't think he'll let you given that he already starts moving you up and down.

Before you could even nod He pushes his things to the other side of the desk before lifting you and pressing you face down onto his desk. Wise doesn't even give you time to think before he starts drilling his hips into you.

[ilygetou]

๑ 2023 KINKTOBER | MINORS DNI. ๑

⋆｡°✩ details. will be posting a total of (almost) 13 fanfics throughout the weeks of october with one bonus/special piece. I’ll only be writing the main c/w here, once you get to the actual post you’ll get the whole c/w list so make sure to read that as well. Some works would be highly suggestive & won’t be suitable for some. read at your own discretion.

⋆｡°✩ notice. please be aware that i might not be able to finish every single piece by time but let’s hope that doesn’t happen. </3 main note is under the cut.

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NOTE: AAA HI GUYS!!! this year’s kinktober is going to be a bit different than last year’s kinktober, last time i did a “one kink + character” this year is going to be fully dark content fics with more than one kink, i’ll try & finish & post all of them right on time since i kinda gave up on last year’s kinktober–i’m hoping i’ll manage to post every single fic for this one–anyways!! i hope you guys like it!! (๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑)

DARK CONTENT WARNING. PLEASE, READ THE TAGS UNDER EVERY LINK.

MET HER ON THE INTERNET. – Eren Jaeger.

c/w: noncon –> dubcon, online stalking, solo m! masturbation, lovesick! eren, possessive! eren, cheating, vaginal fingering, face/throat fucking, facial, brief after-care at the end.

HEROiN CHEERLEADER – Gojo satoru.

synopsis: You were like an addictive drug to satoru, he couldn’t get enough of you. Always coming back for more, that was until you told him that you had enough – that you two should stop messing around. You wanted to focus more on your cheerleading career while gojo satoru was furious with your sudden decision, he knew the whole “focusing on cheerleading” thing is a lie when he saw how swayed you were with the new captain of your cheerleading team. He won’t leave you alone until you willingly come back to him, you got him addicted to your taste so that’s all your fault.

c/w: college au, dubcon, voyeurism, male masturbation, jealous! satoru, degrading (like lots of it), satoru blames you for everything, unprotected sex, alcohol consumption, creampie.

PACKRUNNER BiTCH. – Ran Haitian.

synopsis: You were in it for the money. Why would you waste all your young years dating a thirty year old man? Let’s be serious here, you still have so much to do with your life rather than wasting it on an old guy but you need the money. But dating an old man just for money wasn’t that worth it either, that’s why the man you chose to use was a gang member – he’s old but is a part of an incredibly famous gang in your city. You knew he had more than money and that was; drugs. You were in it for the drugs & money! This whole acting in-love thing was fun until you were found out. Do you think Ran Haitian will forgive you for using him? He’s much more arrogant than that.

c/w: age gap (reader is 22 ran is 36), spanking (he uses his hands and a belt), choking, throat fucking, cum swallowing, unprotected sex, multiple (when i say multiple I mean many, numerous) creampies.

UGLY MAN? FUN PLAN! – Toji Fushiguro

synopsis: you found toji fushiguro ugly, he’s not your type and you’d rather die than date a guy like him. On the other hand toji found you gorgeous, it was love at first sight, he fell so hard for you he’s willing to do anything for your love. Toji confessed to you many times and they all ended up with heart breaking rejections. Toji is willing to try one more time and if you reject him again then that’s also alright, he has a nice plan in mind to (forcefully) make you his.

c/w: noncon, babytrapping, forced breeder! toji :<, slapping, sloppy makeout’s, lots of degrading, choking, low-key manipulative! Toji.

WEBGHOST – Rintarō Suna

synopsis: You stumbled across an abandoned hospital and decided to go explore it, alone. You were a huge fan of horror movies & loved the “exploring haunted places” concept, it’s nerve-racking because you never knew what to expect. Once you stepped foot into the old hospital, you felt a chill run past your spin. You hoped that you may run into blood-curdling stuff so you could have something to talk about for the next week or so — but you didn’t expect to run into an actual ghost. And it didn’t seem to want to leave you alone either.

c/w: ghost! suna (don’t ask how cause idk either), mentions of blood, spectrophilia, you feel it but you can’t see suna, hair pulling, creampie.

EViL NiGHT, LOVELY NiGHT! – Jean Kirstein.

synopsis: An infamous burglar lives in your city, he somehow managed to break into 120 homes in total and still didn’t get caught, he was known for stealing valuable objects–if he broke into your house and found nothing worth stealing then he’s going to flee and find another home to rob. He never restores to violence unless the house-victim tries anything against him, he’d immediately pull out his gun and shoot. Everyone was advised to keep their doors locked until they eventually catch the burglar. And tonight was no different, double checking that you had both your doors and windows locked before heading to sleep.

c/w: non con, coercion, somno, slight degrading, gun-fucking, facial, slapping, bondage, creampie per usual.

GRAVE ROBBERY. – Getō Suguru & Gojo satoru.

synopsis: You couldn’t escape them. From middle school to highschool and all the way to college. They were there. Following you everywhere, wherever you went–those two were always there, they made sure they were always there. You haven’t escaped their bullying and harassment for the past 9 years, gaining both enjoyment & entertainment by your reactions to their heinous acts towards you. Both Gojo satoru and Getō suguru loved you despite their horrible treatment towards you, they loved you.

c/w: bully! suguru bully! satoru, noncon, blackmailing, non con recording, hair pulling, threesomes, ass + pussy slapping, clit stimulation, dacryphilia, blowjob, handjob, facial, creampie.

TU4N Y<3R PH0N3 0F5 – Sanzu Haruchiyo.

synopsis: the feeling of someone watching your every move never left you, feeling as if there were eyes on you all the time. To the point you were uncomfortable to do almost everything. Eating? Sleeping? Changing? You couldn’t do anything without feeling two eyes inspecting your every move.

c/w: stalking, noncon, hints of misogyny, semi-public sex, forced/noncon breeding, slapping, virginity loss, mentions of blood and impregnation.

RUSSIAN ROULETTE. – ft. Yuushi Totsumoto.

from lady k and the sick man.

synopsis: Yuushi took you in cause’ you had nowhere else to go. you’ve been living with him for almost two years now and he barely knows anything about you. Not only that but he almost never heard you speak, he was okay with it at the beginning. Thinking you were just a little shy. But it’s been two years and he never heard your voice properly–there were a few occasions when yuushi could hear you speak but those would be barely audible mutters.

c/w: voice kink (auralism?), pervert! yuushi, peeping, breeding kink, cunnilingus, ear licking, size kink, man handling, squirting, overstimulation, creampie per usual.

WiTCHBLADES. – CHILDE/TARTAGLIA.

synopsis: (this takes place after the fontaine archon quest), childe who ended up thrown into jail because that god awful machine decided that he was guilty. And you, you ended up being his jail mate. You wanted nothing to do with childe but he’s a literal chatter box, he never shuts up. Finally, you snap back at him, scolding him and telling you guys are literally in a jail cell right now. Childe didn’t like that attitude of yours so he decided to fuck some manners into you.

c/w: noncon, forced breeder! childe, lots of misogyny, ass + pussy slapping, no prep, size kink, dacryphilia.

F0UR L3AF CL0V3R. — Aoi Todo.

synopsis: your boyfriend was either in his room playing games 24/7, at the gym, or sleeping. Never giving you proper attention until you grew desperate so what’s better than teasing him? until he gives you the attention you’re looking for. <3

c/w: read has big tits😓, dubcon just in case, kinda modern au?, gamer! todo, lots of teasing, boobjob, face fucking/blowjob, possessiveness, size kink, manhandling, pervert! todo, panty sniffing, sumata (“A Japanese sexual term in which the female rubs her labia majora against the male's penis, without actual penetration.”), facial, cum swallowing.

⋆｡°✩ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋/𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒:

DEVIL ON MY BACK./ REPENT. – Getō Suguru.

synopsis: After watching a movie about the so-called game; Ouija board, with your friend Anna, You couldn’t help but grow more curious about it. After purchasing the game, you ran to your basement to try out; the first thing you tried to communicate with was the infamous devil; Getō suguru.

c/w: religious themes, ouija board, non con → dubcon, slapping, hair pulling, spitting, pussy + ass slapping, anal play, dacryphilia, overstimulation, v light somnophilia, manipulation, multiple creampies, non con creampie, lowkey monster fucking??, suguru has two dicks, face fucking, cum swallowing, guilt tripping kinda, very aggressive suguru, he is mentioned to have red eyes.

© ILYGETOU 2021-’23. All rights reserved. DO NOT steal, translate, or modify any of my works <3

[swordsmans]

oh shit! i made a book.

remember back in september when i said i was going to learn bookbinding. well! weeks of trial and error later, i've finally finished my very first bind! as some of you might have seen in past posts, i decided to focus on my 90k zolu mermaid/mafia au the sea makes bones of bodies and now here we are!

the bind itself is a relatively simple 320 page cased-in flatback with a fabric spine and lotka paper covers and endsheets, but i decided to use it as a "test book" to learn a little bit of everything. so! it features hand-traced gold foil on the cover and spine, a hand-beaded bookmark tipped with a genuine shark tooth (iykyk), and what im calling "cookies and cream" speckled edges (lol)

ive posted some screenshots of the typeset already so i wont go too crazy, but im actually pretty happy with how it looked all put together!! i sewed my signatures together too tightly, i think, so it kind of wants to flop closed (rip) but i tried to take some pictures of how it turned out!

i have a ton of pictures of the text body itself (and fun things like the playlist page, the title pages, etc) but this post is already long enough, haha.

the absolute best, best, best part of this whole project was a huge, wonderful, amazing surprise from @fluffyartbl0g that brought the whole project together!!! they were sweet enough to send some incredible art (!!!!) that i sewed into the front and back!!!

!!! AAA!!!!

overall, i learned so much and i took a ton of notes so i'll (hopefully) avoid some of my beginner mistakes when i do this again. i already have three more versions of the text block printed out and pressing right now! >:3c im going to keep practicing with this story for at least three more binds (because i want to get my technique down and i have some new ideas i want to try), and then switch to typsetting ocean theology and attempt a thinner 40k bind.

shoutout to renegade publishing for their wealth of technical help, and a big huge thank you to the dumbass zone for watching blurry videos of me flipping through printer paper at 3AM and just generally being so, so supportive while i learned all these new skills. you guys are the best!!

now... on to the next one!

EDIT: i've been asked for the typeset, so if you are interested in binding this yourself, you can find all the files here!! :D if you do make your own copy, i would love to see!!! PLEASE TAG MEEE!!!! :DDD

[bedtimescenarios]

Hii! You asked for prompts to stay motivated, so I thought I'd share my all time favorite as a possible request?

I'm a SUCKER for an injured whumpee who's incredibly scared of the caretaker, not understanding that they just want to help them! Maybe they lash out or try to run away and have to be held down to receive the medical care they desperately need, with the caretaker trying to comfort them as best as they possibly can... You know?

/nf of course!! Have a great day!!

This is my first time requesting whump stuff, I hope I'm doing everything right aaa

hey there, anon!! thank you so much for the prompt:) it's actually helped me get to writing, and it's even a bit different from my usual stories, so i had an opportunity to diversify my writing!!

i hope you like this and that it fits the prompt well enough, and thanks again!

p.s i am supposed to be sleeping and have written this at 2 am. if there's any mistakes in there or something that needs to be re-done please let me know😭

. . .

As the door swings open with a squeak, Whumpee instinctively presses their back into the wall and lowers their head. Whumper must have had a bad day, otherwise he would've let them heal before another session. They're not getting that luxury now, they think, as the wounds on their body throb and sting with the reminder of their situation. They prepare themselves. They unclench their jaw so they won't bite down on their tongue, shifting so their knees are facing outwards,- they'd rather endure another leg fracture than be nauseous all week- and they tightly shut their eyes.

"Whumpee?"

The voice that rings out is different.

They don't raise their head, but they hear the person's next footstep resound closer. Another one is their cue to cower, pressing an arm against their bleeding abdomen. Did Whumper send someone else to hurt them? Oh, God, he sent someone to finish them off. He got bored, they're finally going to die, or worse-

"Whumpee, I'm not here to hurt you." The voice says, as if reading their mind, and Whumpee takes note of the apparent gentleness of it. A trick.

They look up through the fallen strands of hair stuck to their forehead, trying to assess the amount of danger- no, pain- they're about to be in. A man stands a few feet away, and they quickly identify him as the owner of the voice. Fuck, he's strong, Whumpee thinks as they notice his buff, tall build. He could break their wrist bare handedly, without much effort. Their eyes slowly trail up to his face, noting the short, dark dreads pulled back into a ponytail that ensures an unperturbed view of his surroundings. Increased efficiency and a boost in fun. I can pair your screams with clear images, Whumper used to say.

Caretaker's obsidian eyes meet Whumpee's, and they imagine him saying that same thing to them. They ignore his manipulative attempt at an empathetic, pitying glance. Having been through this too many times already, they can recognize it from a mile away. They just want their break, at least until their wounds close. And they won't let this random stranger take it away from them. Their gaze hardens slightly, yet it's still tinged with raw fear.

"I'm Caretaker. I won't hurt you, I swear- Just- Whumpee, we need to get you to a hospital."

Another lie. But... taking them to another location? No, no no no. Whumpee's hand clenches around their wounds. Another lonely gathering of walls where their screams will echo for eternity. Whumper is giving them away for good. They're so, so tired. Death suddenly doesn't sound as bad.

Alarms blare inside Whumpee's mind, turning their world to hues of red. They feel their veins burn with adrenaline, and before they know it, they're on their feet, scratching at Caretaker's face. They use all their strength, a final attempt at freedom- one way or another. Like a wounded rabbit scratching at the fox whose jaw is clenched upon its ears.

They expect a hard blow to their temple. Or the sharp prick of a syringe. But nothing comes, except for pressure pulling their hands away from the man's face. As they're pulled away, writhing in the grip, they internally swear at themselves for omitting the possibility of backup. Only when their arms are held firmly to their sides is it that they notice themselves trembling, and only when the two people next to them lower them to their ground do they realize how much of an effort each move is. How much pain each shift brings.

As the people behind them hold them still, hands quickly shuffling through a first aid kit, they can finally make out Caretaker's expression. Beyond bloody streaks, his face is painted with genuine shock- or simply incredible acting. He doesn't step forward again as Whumpee sobs in terror, their eyes glassy and breathing labored. Though, if they look closely enough, they can distinguish tears at the corners of his eyes too. He tilts his head, and the corners of his mouth turn upwards softly.

"Shh...It's okay. We'll make you all better, and you'll be able to trust again sometime."

[davenporttf]

MLB Secrets: Alex

I'm going to let you in on two secrets I've been holding close my entire life: I'm gay, and I have a superpower. One of those is not that big of a deal except in a sports environment, and the other makes me sounds like I'm crazy. I don't know how to describe it, but I noticed growing up I was able to manipulate others to be a different version of themselves. All it took was wishing for it to happen in my mind and it would become their reality.

Now, I'm the first baseman for the local AAA team, the Blue Pirates. I've never used my superpower to get ahead in sports. That would be crossing a line. But I have been feeling pretty sexually repressed these days, and I think I'm overdue for some fun.

Today was a long day for the team. We lost the game in a landslide, and everyone was feeling like crap. The whole team left the locker room except for my buddy, Dylan, and I. Dylan is our center outfielder and we hang occasionally. I haven't told anyone on my team that I'm gay, and consequently I don't date really for fear of being seen. Today I could use a mood booster though.

Dylan was talking to me about his recent fishing trip when I started to wish for him to be a horny power bottom. He stopped talking suddenly as if his brain was recalculating. When he snapped out of it, he looked at me with a hunger in his eyes.

"You thinking what I'm thinking big boy?" I said with a smirk.

"I'm thinking you need to pitch me your best game, sexy" he said as he turned around and brushed his ass against my throbbing 8 inch cock. I wrapped my bat against his chest and pushed him into me as I brought my lips to his.

Fuck, he tasted so good. His stubble brushed against mine and I could feel him move his ass up and down around my cock. I could spend all day teasing him but the thought of being caught was becoming too much.

"Let's take this back to my place." I suggested. His face was telling me he wanted me to fuck him here and now, but he quickly threw on his shirt and grabbed his bag. "I'll drive sexy" he said smiling.

We made our way to his truck and I jumped in to the passenger side. It was a 10 minute drive to my place from the fields but I couldn't wait to get the party started. I looked at him and wished for him to be flooded with overactive balls and a large cock. He squirmed in pleasure as his balls dropped and his legs spread out to allow them room. I then ducked down to unbutton his baseball pants and let his now 9 inch cock out. It was go time! I took his giant cock into my mouth as he tried to maintain control of the road.

I sucked and twirled my head around his head and tasted the salty precum from his dick. His balls were working overtime and he had a constant flow of pre coming out. I bobbed up and down and sucked with the energy of a DL gay in need of a dick. Dylan moaned as he felt himself getting close. I went for the finisher and took his whole cock into my throat. "OH FUCKKKK" he screamed as his jizz erupted into my throat. I felt his cock pulsate as shot after shot of what had to be the biggest load I've ever taken shot into my mouth. I brought my head up as Dylan regained control of the truck smiling at me. "Fuck, bro. We need to get to your house quick."

We pulled into my driveway and rushed inside. Dylan walked into my room and plopped onto my bed. "Let's see what you got"

He smelled rank from the game and I took no time to dive into worshiping his body. I pressed his socks against my face and licked his feet from heel to toes. I could taste all the hours of sweat from the game we just played. I gripped the bottom of his stirrup socks with my teeth, and snapped them back against his sole. The snap made him wiggle in pleasure and anticipation. "Stop teasing me, big boy!"

I crawled forward to start kissing his inner thighs. I looked at him and met his eyes. "You have an extremely sensitive hole and cheeks." I thought, and watched as he squirmed side to side.

"Fuck, dude. I need you inside me!" Dylan said breathlessly. I unbuckled and brought his pants down to his ankles. Flipping him over, I pulled him up on all fours.

"Anything for the team" I said as I pushed my throbbing cock into his hungry hole. Dylan bursted out in a loud moan, "Oooooh Fuckk!" He was precumming in his jock as I thrusted into him. My thighs clapping against his sensitive ass was heaven for me but ecstasy for Dylan. His hole gripped on my cock bringing me to the edge. I grabbed his hips and did one last deep thrust into him. I exploded into his ass, breeding him like the bottom bitch his life had become. He could resume his normal life tomorrow, but tonight he was my boytoy.

[choccy-milky]

A few months back, I asked if it was okay to write using Clora and Seb. Finished the work - thought I'd lost it on my hard drive and a virus scan located it.

Not sure if it's sad or happy, but the basic premise of it is Clora getting frustrated/upset at Sebastian and Sebastian comforting her, Sebastian getting upset at a predicament Clora's in and Clora comforting him, and them both getting frustrated/upset and having to comfort each other.

If you'd rather I didn't post it, that's fine too, but just wanted to test the waters and double check that you'd be okay with it if I gifted it to you via AO3, or see if you wanted a sneak peak of it before posting it.

OMG im so happy you were able to find it and recover the work you did!!😭🙏 AND YES OF COURSE YOU CAN POST IT AAA I CANT WAIT TO READ IT!! you can DM it to me first if you want, but i also dont mind if you post it straight away on ao3!! IM LOOKING FORWARD TO IT SM AAARGHHHA💖💖💖IT SOUNDS ANGSTY WE LOVE THE HURT/COMFORT I HOPE MY HEART CAN HANDLE IT🥺💖💖TY AGAIN FOR USING CLORA AND SEB AND TAKING THE TIME TO WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT THEM😭

@sunshine-goblin AAA THANK YOU!!! im honoured its your fav fanfic AND ALSO THE LONGEST YOUVE READ BAHAHAA fr, when you say its as long as four books in lotr it rly makes me realize how insane i am😃👍 aw IM GLAD I COULD INSPIRE YOU TO DRAW MORE AND WRITE AS WELL😭 I was curious so i creeped you and everyone go look at their HL blog @sunshines-legacy your MC is so cute and so is your art🥹💖 as for tips on writing a longfic and brainstorming and motivation and stuff, my motivation was my brainrot and unhappiness with the canon story/ending LMAOO, and looking at the story of the game and playing around with what i was unhappy with/what i WISHED could have happened instead, was a lot easier than just coming up with plotlines from scratch. but something i highly recommend is just OUTLINING and making a timeline, one of my fav parts of writing was just putting on some cafe ambience in the background and doing stream of conscious type word documents where id just barf ideas and then worry about making it pretty later....like look at how many versions of the same chapter i have BAHAHA or like different renditions bc i couldnt decide if id wanna keep a scene/what order, so id make a timeline and keep smoothing things out until i was happy with it and whatnot

brainstorming is defs my fav part of the process and the most helpful part to me. just getting a blank document and writing stuff you want to happen without worrying about how it connects to the story, and then a lot of the times as i was doing that id just keep going and it would kinda tie itself together/id come up with a solution as i was writing / once the ideas kept flowing. so basically : TIMELINES AND OUTLINES I VERY MUCH RECOMMEND, but very low pressure and barebones ones. for example, this is what my outlines/brainstorming look like

its honestly just me talking to myself LMAO, and a lot of the time ill interject and be like "OH YEAH AND THEN THIS CAN HAPPEN" as the ideas come while im writing BAHAHA. its a super fun process and honestly nothing feels better than just getting hit with that flash of inspo, and since its all very low effort theres no pressure to actually write well and its just a chill fun time AND GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR OWN PROCESS / WRITING💖💖💖it can be difficult but HOPE U HAVE FUN TOO💖💖

@a-little-lysdexic WAIT REALLY?? LMFAOO OMG THATS CRAZY....SAME BRAIN...🤝🤝...that would trip me up so much if i were you omg BAHHAHA but aside from having similar tastes in names, IM GLAD YOU LIKE MY ART AS WELL, TYY💖💖💖

THANK YOUUU im glad you're liking it!!! and that its taking over your life BAHAHA💖💖 the video you're thinking of was by @silverxstardust for chapter 13 of my fic, and you can watch the video here! (AND TY AGAIN TO SILVERXSTARDUST FOR DOING THIS!)

[merakiui]

AAAAA ok so. You're one of my favorite authors here on Tumblr and slkssnlssksn I'm so nervous waaaa thanks for taking your time to brainrot with us <3 I'm in love with your writing and your delicious concepts and how you execute them oh god and when you write about stinky greasy incel Idia OK I'm gonna stop and actually order aaa

Can I please get assorted macaroons with a lacy lingerie along with a hint of sea salt caramels and a finishing touch of a pineapple parfait with Floyd and Jade, together? Something sweet and cute but with a lingering feeling of uneasiness <3 Hope it's well-ordered! Please and thank you very much!! 🥹

yandere!jade leech x (gender neutral) reader x yandere!floyd leech cw: yandere, unhealthy relationship/behaviors, drugging, implied captivity, brief mentions of implied nsfw, obsession note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ᴊᴀᴅᴇ ʟᴇᴇᴄʜ & ꜰʟᴏʏᴅ ʟᴇᴇᴄʜ

☆ Your “wedding” was unofficial, a quiet ceremony without an audience. Jade dressed you for the occasion, prettying you up as if you were a doll. You certainly felt so as you watched your reflection in the mirror, drifting in and out of a daze. Floyd poked at your shoulder to rouse you, giggling about his “sweet, sleepy Shrimpy.” When the wedding bands were slid on your ring fingers—the left for Floyd and the right for Jade—it became official. They kissed you on both cheeks and promised you a future filled with love and happiness. You couldn’t protest; there was no room for such a thing, not when Floyd’s mouth was already closing over yours.

☆ The first five days are for Floyd, and the next five will be Jade’s. They planned it together, all with your and their shared interests in mind. The first five days of your honeymoon are spent at a tropical resort. You delight in local cuisine and beautiful sights, allowing the twins to hold your hands while you walk between them. They spoil you rotten, buying all sorts of clothes and jewelry to add to your wardrobe, trinkets that catch your eye, sweets you seem to fancy. Money has never been an issue, which is why everything feels so grand and lavish. You’re taken to the beach, to a quiet, desolate strip that few tourists know of. Towels are laid out; an umbrella is propped. Floyd drags you towards the sea, eager to shed his human form and swim with you. Jade reads in the shade, occasionally glancing up from his book to watch you.

☆ As the sun shifts through the sky, you tire yourself out. Between swimming with Floyd, sunbathing alongside Jade, and indulging in a picnic with both, you’re plenty sluggish by the day’s end. They snap your picture just as you feel yourself falling, giggling to each other about how cute you look. The twins intend to capture many of your best (and possibly worst) moments during the entirety of this honeymoon. When the secret contents of your lunch catch up to you and render you sleepy, you assume it’s just the result of a long day sapping your energy. It makes you pliable, has you dragging them into bed when you’re oscillating between slumber and wakefulness. The camera shutters, capturing you curled up against Floyd in bed—perfectly, peacefully asleep.

☆ The twins take turns cooking for you. Mornings are for Floyd. He prepares all types of breakfasts, all with your favorites. You think he has too much fun in the kitchen because some meals are decorated cutely—pancakes looking like cats and bears and fruit cut into stars and hearts. Jade takes care of lunch and snacks throughout the day. They work together on dinner. It’s a guarantee that you’ll always feast on delicious meals regardless of which twin cooks. Strangely, the meals are so delicious that they leave you sleepy or, in some cases, achingly hot. The twins take good care of you whenever this happens. Maybe something just didn’t agree with your stomach… It’s nothing to worry about. They’re here for you.

☆ As the days wear on, you find yourself swamped in love. Whether you’re enjoying mornings down at the beach, exploring and shopping in town, touring popular destinations, or enjoying drinks on the balcony at sunset, the twins are always by your side. Floyd clings, his arm perpetually wrapped around your waist. Jade likes to slide his hand into yours, holding it with such a gentle fondness. He kisses your knuckles softly, eyeing the rings on your fingers with a pleased smile.

☆ Jade booked quite the quaint cabin for his half of the honeymoon. For the next five days, the three of you will see endless, sprawling pines from your spot in the mountains. He’s got a vague itinerary in mind, but it’s subject to change as you get through these five days. Surprises are more than welcome. The cabin is so cozy, equipped with all the necessities for a trip such as this one. It even has a fireplace. Jade is much too eager to gather and chop firewood even though it’s already supplied.

☆ He takes you out on hikes through the woods, pointing out flora and fauna as you encounter them. His eyes are sparkling the entire time. Floyd’s not as into it as Jade is, but he does enjoy walking alongside you and taking pictures of your most candid moments. You’ve been feeling groggy ever since breakfast, so you’re not nearly as alert as you usually are. Floyd takes this as his opportunity to snap your photo when you least expect it and to steal quick kisses. Jade thinks it’s so cute that you can hardly keep your eyes open. He promises the lot of you will turn around and head back after he gathers just a few more mushrooms for tonight’s dinner. You’re lying down for a nap by the time you make it back, the sun dipping below the horizon. You think you feel the bed depressing under Jade’s weight, his hands ghosting over your clothes to help change you into something comfortable. You let it happen.

☆ This place is oddly isolated. The locals are sweet, though. When Jade tells them you’re here on honeymoon, they all smile and tell you to have fun, to enjoy these special moments, to feel lucky that you have two husbands who adore you so very much. You thank them with a pleasant smile. Jade and Floyd keep their hands on you beneath the table during lunch. Even if you wanted to say something, you couldn’t. They make sure of that. And if you seem paranoid, they wave it off casually. Jade tells anyone who asks that you just love the variety of mushrooms here, especially the fun kinds. You’re not sure what he means until much later when you’ve digested your meal and your vision blurs. Jade’s there to steady you before you can fall over, petting your head in that affectionate way and cooing at you to calm down. It’s your honeymoon. You deserve to relax. His sharp, overly sweet smile is all you see in your dreams.

☆ Honeymoons are especially exciting because they come with amenities fitting for the occasion. A complimentary bottle of wine, luxury chocolates, condoms… Floyd tosses that last one aside. You won’t need them. If you insist on using protection for whatever reason, Jade will ease your worries with a placid smile. He’ll indulge your request. He wears one, yes, but then it’s not a guarantee that this one hasn’t been tampered with in some way. You’ll never know. Floyd’s a bit more difficult to convince. He adores cumming inside and then felching it out of your slick hole. You shiver through it all, clawing at the sheets as you melt beneath them. Your husbands pamper you excessively, so don’t think about anything and just enjoy yourself.

☆ The mountains are peaceful. Unlike the tropical paradise you previously came from, things are slower here. You enjoy watching the sunrise cut through the trees in the mornings, sitting at the window with Jade and Floyd. You sleep late into the afternoon, sandwiched between both of them. Floyd’s an early riser, so breakfast is always waiting for you when you and Jade eventually wake. It’s quiet bliss. You sit and sketch nature alongside Jade in the afternoon, who adores every little line you make with your pencil. He tells you so, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth when you pout and insist his is better. There’s no competition here, and even if there was he will always love yours more. When night falls Floyd prepares a campfire. You roast marshmallows for s’mores. Floyd dances around the firepit, singing gleefully and pulling you up from the log to dance alongside him. Firelight reflects off of your rings. It’s a wonderful honeymoon.

[dark-frosted-heart]

Roger Barel Main Route - Blind Love Chapter 24 Premium Story

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. I’m doing this for archiving purposes and you can probably find a better translation out there. Awkwardly translated smut ahead

NSFW, MINORS DNI

As though he was training me in some way, he had me commit pleasure to memory…

Tonight was no exception and Roger was once again toying with me in his bed.

Roger: …What do you wanna do, Kate? Wanna go all the way tonight?

His fingers suddenly stopped and his words made the pit of my stomach clench from being teased thoroughly.

(But he’s been teasing me this whole time. Surely he’ll do the same tonight…)

Kate: You’re going to put it off again, aren’t you? Why are you doing this?

Roger: I’ve told you. I’m big, so it’s not gonna fit ‘til you get used to it.

His fingers sank back into where they were earlier.

The wet sounds made me want to cover my ears in embarrassment, so instead, I wrapped my arms around Roger’s neck.

Kate: Ahhnn, aaa…haaa

Roger: You’re so wet. Look, you can feel it, can’t you.

Kate: Aaahh…I can…So take your fingers out already…

Roger: Can’t. Gonna stay here ‘til you tell me you wanna go all the way. Let’s see how many times I can make you cum with just my fingers.

Kate: No…Aaahhh.

My vision was blinded by pleasure and I could feel my slick flowing down my thighs.

(It feels so good…I might pass out if I lose focus)

(But I wonder if he’ll deny me again)

My heart pounded, wanting more.

(What will happen when he fills me up…)

(Not with his fingers, but something more…If this misery could be filled with Roger’s touch—)

When I imagined it, my breathing intensified and my body felt like it was melting inside.

Kate: I…want to finish with you… Ah…Please…fill me up completely.

Roger: Pfft…haha…You’re really…

My body trembled when he pulled his fingers out.

Roger: Finally got you to say it.

He brought my hand to his lower half

(…)

My whole body flushed when I felt the mass nearly bursting out of his pants.

Roger: Been like this for a while. Been holding back for a long time now.

Kate: It’s your own fault.

Roger: Haha, true. But there’s a reason why. Wanted to hear you say “I want this.”

(If that’s true, then I fell right into Roger’s trap)

Kate: …You’ll take full responsibility, right? After all, I’ve learned so many things that make me feel good. I can’t go back to my old life, and I can’t live without you…

(It’s frustrating, but…I want this so bad…)

With my whole face feeling hot, I bit my lip and Roger’s shoulders shook.

Roger: How simple and cute can you get? Haaa…This must be what love is. Neglect, teasing, training…We’re gonna have a lotta fun from here on out.

Kate: You’re the worst bully and pervert!

Roger: Haha, don’t pout. Besides …I’m also at my limit.

He lowered his voice, as if luring me into a world of obscenities. 

Roger had been holding back for a long time…you could tell by his voice.

Kate: Looks like I wasn’t the only one being denied here, so you’re forgiven.

Roger: If you’re in a forgiving mood…then forgive me for this sin too.

Roger opened his shirt, pulled out his belt, and reached for his pants.

He guided my hand to the breathtaking mass.

It was hot, and when I wrapped my fingers around it, I could feel it throbbing under my touch…

Despite how monstrous it looked, it was oddly lovely.

Roger: …Oh?

Roger examined my face and finally smiled.

Kate: W-what is it?

Roger: I just get happy when I see how you look when you want something. I finally get to satisfy you, so look forward to it.

Kate: I get so embarrassed when you say things like that.

Roger: You say that, but you love being put in embarrassing situations, don’t you?

Roger’s face hovered over me as he pushed me down on the bed.

He parted my legs and rubbed himself along my wet folds.

Kate: Haaa…aaah…you’re teasing me again?

Roger: Mnnn…As much as I like teasing you, it’s not that. I definitely don’t want you to feel pain. So…haaa…Gotta coat myself with your slick first…

His somewhat needy voice tickled my chest sweetly, and the pleasure increased simultaneously with my heartbeat.

Kate: Nnn, haaa…aaahhh…

Roger: Hey now, don’t rock your hips like that…or it’ll slip in.

Kate: But the wetter I get you, the faster we’ll be one…Mnnn…

Roger: What you said just now is unfair.

The obscene sound of my overflowing slick resounded as the tip of his heat sank in.

Kate: Haaa, aaaahhh…

I gasped at his size when he entered in one stroke.

Roger: …Ha…You okay?

Kate: I’m…fine…so please move.

Roger: Yeah, I’m going…

Roger pushed further inside.

Kate: Haa…Ahhhh….

Roger: Kate…relax. Breathe.

But even with his voice in my ear, I couldn’t do what he said.

As I bit my lip at the pressure I had never experienced before, a hot touch parted my lips.

Kate: Mmph…

A sudden gulp of air caused sweet moans to escape.

Kate: Haaa, nnnn, aahh, Roger…it’s so hot inside…

Roger: Yeah, I’ll fill you to the hilt. 

As Roger moved his hips, he held my head and kissed me…

I wrapped my legs around his waist and rocked against him. And then—

Kate: Haa, aaahhh…!

I wrapped my arms around his neck the moment he bottomed out.

Kate: Nnn…are you…

Roger: Yeah, I’m all the way in. You did well, Kate.

Because he was so big, it was like I could feel him against my belly as he stretched me out to my limit.

But it satisfied me in a way that his fingers or tongue couldn’t…Words couldn’t describe how happy I felt.

Roger: But it doesn’t end here…You wanna feel good, don’t you?

Those words alone made me ache with lust, as if trying to catch the apex of my heat.

Kate: Yes…Please Roger, I want more.

Roger: I’ll satisfy you as much as you want.

His strong back rolled.

My nails scratched at his back as he thrusted again and again—

We exchanged heat countless times until we finally buried our heads in a pillow in exhaustion, a reddish-brown dyeing the sky. 

—We welcomed the true dawn as we embraced each other, as naked as the day we were born.

[indecenthoney]

Take a Joke

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“And for the 5th time… I have things to do… The outside seems nice and all… but I just need to get these things done… The deadline is coming up and if I don’t finish… They’ll be on my ass for not finishing my part…”

“But you promised…”

“I know… I know… But I won’t be able to enjoy myself… If I’m stressing out this much… Listen… You can hang out all you want in my house… but I’ll be by my desk doing my work… Alright? And when I’m done we can do something together… Okay?”

“Fine… God you’re such a workaholic… Hehehe… You know… if you’re so stressed out… I could always… give you some head… You know? Release some tension… Just pop it into my mouth a little and you’ll be melting… Please daddy please~” 

“I- Y-you… Shut the fuck up… I don’t need head… What I need is to get this done…”

“Mm… You sure? Kinda stuttered there for a bit… You don’t wanna slap it on my tongue? Not even a little?”

“Again… Shut up… Go make yourself comfy and wait for me…”

“Fineeeee… You’re no fun!”

With every brooding individual, there stands a person who exudes sunlight and happiness. After all, opposites attract do they not? Well, my friend is a bit more open when it comes to physical contact. Or flirting for that matter. Not that they mean any of it. We’re just two friends that happen to hang out a lot. And with that comfortability, they simply love getting a rise out of me. You have to understand. It just kind of throws you off when you’re constantly asked to cum in their mouth. Like the image wouldn’t plague your mind. And now I’m just sitting here at my desk thinking about how badly I want to feel their lips around my cock. The unruly pressure in my pants obstructing my thoughts. Can you see what I’m going through? I couldn’t help but watch them from the corner of my eye. Laid flat on the bed, messing around with their phone. Her skirt slowly riding up her pretty legs-

“You knowwwww… You’ve been sitting there for a while, bud… Hahah… We’re never going to hang out if you keep staring at me like that… You sure you don’t wanna fuck me and get it over with? C’mon, just the tip? Pretty please? Push the panties to the side and rail me into the mattress… Hahahaaha… The look on your face… You wanna fuck me so bad… It makes you look stupid…” 

This little cock tease has been going at it since forever.  I am the sole victim of her little jokes. I know we’re friends and she’s comfortable with me. But I’m just a man. I can only take so many “invites” until I do something about it. It’s a joke. I know it’s a joke. But I think it’s about time I gave her a taste of her own medicine. You know? Scare her a little. What if the poor thing ran into someone who wasn’t so reserved? 

“Yeah? And? You keep offering… Honestly… I’m starting to think you actually want me to touch you… It’s pretty pathetic… If you wanted me so badly… You coulda been honest…” 

“W-what? No-... I-... U-uhm… I was just… Hahaha… Uhhh… Y-you’re really close… Could you- H-hey… Y-your hands are cold… What’re you… F-fuck… N-not my… Mmmph…” 

Taking my place up beside her, I pulled her over my lap raising her ass into the air. My hands gently caressing the fine shape of it all. Her legs kicking and flailing in protest. In response, my thumb pressing down deep into her causing her to wince at the pain. Physically teaching her that any sort of rebellion would be met with consequence. Soon settling down, allowing me to do whatever I please.

“O-ow… That hurts…”

“Then stop moving around so much… Why are you so surprised? You were talking a lot of shit earlier… Don’t tell me you're backing out now? What? All bark? No bite? I was getting really sick of your little jokes… Now look at you… Hahahha”

“S-stop… I-it’s not funny… Get your hand out of my… Aaa- I-I’m serious… You can’t rub me t-there… Fu- Mmph…”

“I can’t? Hahaha… What’re you talking about? Yes, I can… Watch me… Fuck… God you’re wet… For what? Damnnnnn… Someone needed this…  If you were just honest… I would’ve helped you out, you know? What’s wrong? Don’t you wanna feel good? Wasn’t this your plan? To get me all riled up… I think it’d be rude to stop when you’re enjoying it this much… C’mon…  Just the tip… Lemme slide my fingers in… Pretty please? With a cherry on top?”

Holding her ass down, I firmly pressed my thumb along her leaky slit, tracing downward onto her. Jolts of pleasure surface as her back arches against my fingers. Subtle moans aim to resound, yet her face burrowed deep into my pillow. I watch as she bites down, preventing any more from escaping. A futile attempt as the tension in her jaw is reduced to a gaping, slobbering mess. The pillow now soaked in her saliva. With her panties pushed to the side, my fingers tease the opening causing her to drip even further. Leading me to believe that she needed more than just a slight rubbing. Slowly, I slithered my way into her. Wriggling about in the tight heat. The constant throb of her cunt, pulsing, as she wrapped around my finger. As if the embarrassment wasn’t enough, her juices gradually coated my hand and down my arm. The sweet, sweet sight of weakness. Turning the tables on her little game. I wanted to see more. I wanted to bully her. More. Pulling back from the slick wetness of her pussy. I navigated myself around more uncharted waters. Gently I ran my hand around the opening of her ass. Inching myself into her-

“I said stop it! I hate you!”

“O-ow… Fuck… Dude? H-hey… Wait… I- I’m sorry… I was just… playing around… I thought I was playing around… Shit…”

After my sudden gesture, she slapped me across the face, quickly storming out of the room. Her face flushed with anger as if shades of red were splattered across a canvas. I was surprised to see this side of her. The jovial little entity now seething with rage. A joke that went too far. And chasing her down would only aggravate the situation. I thought that leaving her be for a few hours would be the best choice, so that I may get on with my work. However, working at my desk wasn’t all that productive as she lingered in my mind. Just as I mentioned before, there was no point in enjoying myself if I was so stressed. Yet, the opposite could also be said. I couldn’t quite get anything done knowing my friend wasn’t feeling her best. I felt horrible. So I rung her up, but that proved to be no help seeing as she left her phone on my bed. With no way of contacting her, I rushed out attempting to catch up. Before even reaching the steps, I heard a faint voice echoing from one of the spare rooms. Peeking into it, I found her quietly pleasuring herself. The frustration in her voice as she rubbed. Eager fingers that tried so desperately to alleviate the ache between her legs. I was to blame for the erratic motion of circles to the sensually slow piercing of parting flesh. There she sat flooding, barely keeping herself together. A slave to her own desire. Entranced by her fervor, I made the greedy mistake of getting a better look. Nudging the door in the process. The silence of the situation made it as if the door was screeching open like a banshee. There I stood awkwardly. 

“H-huh? What the fuck! Dude! Were you watching this entire time?!? Y-you’re sick!”

“N-no… Okay… Maybe… a little bit… But before you go off… I was just worried… How was I supposed to know where you ran off to? You left your phone on the bed so I kinda rushed out to find you… And is it really my fault you left the door open while doing this? I mean… how else was I supposed to get your attention? Knock?” 

“Yes!”

“Oh… My bad… Hahaha… Either way, it woulda been awkward… But now that I have your attention! I just… I’m… sorry… I-I guess I took the joke too far and… did something I shouldn’t have…”

“You guess? Well then… I guess… you just have a bad taste in jokes…” 

“Huh?!? Excuse me? Listen here brat! You’re no better! Says the person that CONSTANTLY throws themselves at me… You say I have a bad taste in jokes… But do you even hear yourself sometimes? I was joking earlier about you wanting something like this to happen… But you need this, don’t you? That’s it, isn’t it? That’s why you're touching yourself in this quiet little room… Waiting to get caught…”

“No-”

“Oh? You know what… lift your skirt… You didn’t get to finish, right? What kind of host would I be if I left you here hopelessly fucking yourself?”

“W-wuh? I-I… I don’t wanna…”

“Lift… your… skirt… And I’m not going to say this again… You can either listen to me… or you can sit there and take it… Even if you beg and cry and cum your brains out… I simply will not… fucking… care… Now spread them…” 

A hint of hesitance, yet fear taking over. Curiosity pushing the boundaries, but pleasure numbing the senses. The idle gaze that longed for release, anticipated a brief moment, only to feel eternity. The look on her face gave it all away. She sat there waiting and waiting. Her patience wearing thin to the point her hips buck against my fingertips. In my sadistic nature, I retreat elongating this personal hell. Our faces now close in proximity, witnessing every whimper and whine that pleads for my touch. Tugging at my shirt, urging me not to wait a second longer. The greedy little brat that believes she deserves such solace. However, who am I to deprive her of such desire? Humbling hands that ran quick from tip to knuckle. Leaving but pools of proof. 

“You poor thing… Hahaha… And here you said you didn’t need this…”

“Mmmph- Y-you didn’t g-give me much of a ch-choice…”

“Right right… But does that really explain how much you’re leaking right now? Gripping at my shirt for dear life… Hahaha… How cute…”

“F-fuck you…”

“Ahahahahah… Wow… You know… you should reallyyyyy watch your fucking mouth… Especially when someone’s knuckle deep inside you… They might get angry, you know?” 

“Mmpph… S-stop… I-it hurts… F-fuck… Please please please… I-I’m s-sorry… I’m s-sorry… You’re being t-too rough… I’m going to c-cum… if you keep… Aaa-... d-doing that…” 

“Oh hun… I think you got me confused with someone that actually gives a fuck…”

“I h-hate y-you… Aaa-”

“Woah there… Let’s not say anything we don’t mean… You LOVE me! You wouldn’t be looking at me like that if you hated me so much… You wanna be mad but your eyes keep rolling back… Hahahah… Subby puppy… Hm… I’m sensing a lotta tension… Oh! I know what’ll make you feel better! Why don’t you tell me one of your little jokes? C’mon… Aren’t you going to ask me to stick it in? Hm? Put a baby in you or something? No? Hahahha… Jeez… Put up a fight, bestie… A couple of fingers in and suddenly your attitude’s gone… No wonder why you’re so quiet…”

“C-cumm-ing… Mmphh…”

“Awww…. Already? Couple minutes in… That’s kinda embarrassing… Poor baby… Yeah? Yeah? Is someone gonna cum? Mmmm… That’s it, sweetie… There’s no need to be shy… Buck those pretty little hips all you want… Just fucking cum already… Let go… Cum for bestie… Hahaha… Ohhh fuckkkk… Goood girl…”

“Aaa- F-fuck fuck fuck…”

“Shit… Hahahah.. I didn’t take you for a squirter… Well, aren’t you full of surprises… I guess you could say we didn’t see that “cumming”... Hahahah… Get it? Ugh… You’re no fun… Hey hey… Don’t go limp on me now… I’m not done with you… ”

“Mmmm… N-no more… P-please… I-I c-can’t… T-too s-sensitive…”

“You can’t be serious… All this teasing… Just for one teeny tiny orgasm… You’re funny! No no no… I’m here to make sure you get your fill… You said it yourself… You’ve been dying to hang out with me, no? Now you’re pushing me away… C’mon, bestie… What’s one more orgasm? Hm?” 

“W-wait wait… Haha… U-uh… Right right… y-you’re work… work… y-you need to g-get it done… I-I really shouldn’t keep you from your work…”

“Fuckkkk, you’re right… How could I forget? You’re so smart, hun… What would I do without you? However, that would be a problem if they didn’t already extend the deadline… Management has a way of setting impossible dates and extending them right after… Always trying to keep us on our toes… Make us work harder… But those idiots never learn… Though I guess we can thank them… A longer deadline means more time… And more time means you have my FULL attention…”

“N-no-”

“Yes! Now that you’ve run out of excuses… Why don’t you be a good girl and sit on my lap? Yeah? Or do you want to fight about it?”

Docile. No words or fits of protest. Just timid hands that reached across shaky hips. Freeing herself from her skirt. With hips, laid bare, she found herself atop me, pressing against my member. Her teary eyes solely fixed on my lap; resisting the unsavory urge to twitch and grind. Nerves shocked to a standstill. Yet softness clears way from worry. My hands brush along her cheek, tracing down her collarbone, and finally feeling up the suppleness of her chest. In turn, her breaths begin to calm and her heart settled. And with this, back into motion as I cradle her hips. Back and forth. Forward and back. Slowly getting used to the hypnotic rut. Her palms placed evenly among my frame giving her the balance to move from her languid state to a more feverish need. The growing confidence to get off on her own terms. The audacity after all her reluctance. My thumb now applying pressure, rubbing gentle circles to remind her of her place. Truly the calm before the storm. Her movements stutter and jerk at an unrelenting tempo causing her to finish quickly, once again in an unsightly manner. The incoherent pleas that begged for mercy overshadowed by the gentle coo of my voice cheering her on. The brainless mess that filled my lap, losing composure with each release. Watching every single orgasm come to pass. Forced to sit and repeatedly cum for my sick enjoyment.

“Oooh fuck… Look at you all blissed out… Did we finally get it out of our system? Hm? Do we need another? No? You sure? Alright... Finally got what you wanted… Yeah? Hahahah… What do we say when the nice man makes you cum?”

“T-th-ank you… S-sir….”

“Well, aren’t you fucking perfect? That’s a good girl… Mhm… It’s okay… You can relax now… I got you… Hush hush… No more… I promise… You’re all cummed out… Such a good job, hun…”

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Yours truly,

GM