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I don’t know if I like sex. I know this has very little to do with anything, but I hate the concept of sex. It’s been really, really hard to write anything sexual and I don’t know why. I don’t wanna stop but like…I don’t fucking know. Can I do this?

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Where I've Been

TLDR: Got ganbanged by life and started working on a DoT mod

Hello, my little degenerates. It's me, that person you sent a request to 2 months ago. Where the fuck have I been? College, mostly. It's been swallowing up most of my life, with the rest of it being eaten up by my job (which I lost recently). I actually forgot I had this account for a while, but I'm back. My main goal right now is to clear out my inbox and get back to a project I'm working on.

The project? I decided to make a mod for my Degrees of Torment AU. Do I know how to mod? No. Am I gonna figure it out? Yes. I already have a notebook filled with story mapping nonsense and other dumb shit. I'm gonna make a separate account for updates and stuff and sort of scrub this account of my AU.

Everything will be full sailing from here. I'm sorry for vanishing, again, but I hope to make up for it.

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"TW Mother/daughter Incest Kinda

Could you write about Sirris walking in on Sydney and female PC having sex and encouraging it or something"

(I accidently deleted the ask, god damn it.)

Freshly sliced banana drizzled in honey. That’s exactly what Sydney’s lips tasted like as she pressed against you. Her lips, virgin to this kind of embrace, made your heart flutter as they tried to find a comfortable position. What started out as a peaceful study session had quickly spiraled to this. Not like you were complaining. The delicate touch of her body against yours. The thudding of her heart that reverberated through her twitching thighs. You didn’t even remember when she sat on your lap. Sydney’s chastity, cool to the touch, peeked from the bottom of her sodden panties. A gentle reminder that no one had even come close to touching her the way you have. Making her feel the way she felt in that very moment. You were special.

“What are the seven noble gasses?” She gasped, pulling away from you. “Ascending order.”

Even with her sitting on your lap, lips locked and tongues dancing together, Sydney’s mind still seemed zeroed in on helping you study. It was quite impressive how her mind worked. Though, without the bombardment of sex and relationships, it only seemed logical that she would fill her head with knowledge. You dragged your tongue along her jaw, lapping up a few drops of fruit syrup.

“Helium, neon, argon, krypton, xenon, radon, and oganesson.”

A more confident kiss was given as a reward, much firmer than the first one. Sydney’s glasses fogged from the closeness and she glided to your right thigh. Her legs rested on either side, hips bucking ever so slightly. You could hear her breath becoming more unstable with each rock of her body. Saliva formed on the corners of Sydney’s lips, leaving a slight trail as she buried her face deep in your neck. In all the time you’d been together, you’d never seen her act this way. Her arms trailed up your shirt, fingers tracing around your tender breasts.

“Atomic numbers. Descending order.” Her words came out slow and breathy, like she was struggling to talk.

Sydney pressed against you hard. You could feel her fingers prodding at your bra as she grinded against your thigh. Strands of strawberry blonde hair clung to her sweaty, reddened face. In the glow of arousal, Sydney shone like a ruby. She pushed harder against you, rocking her lower half. It was clear that she was desperate for some kind of friction, and you were happy to help. Pressing a hand against her twitching stomach, you worked it beneath the waistline of her panties. Sydney froze at your touch. Her amber eyes stared hard into yours and she looked a bit uneasy. There was a pause in her breath. A long, anxious pause.

“Descending numbers.”

This time, her voice was stronger. It sounded more like a command than anything else, which strangely turned you on more. You rattled off a list of several numbers, no even remembering what it was she had asked for. A look of disappointment washed over Sydney’s face and she sat more rigid than before. Her gaze went from lustful and joyous to serious in a matter of seconds. With a powerful shove, Sydney had you laying flat on her back. From that position, her eyes seemed more fiery. Their bold, amber gleam was like a beautiful stone as she leaned down closer to you. In a rough voice, Sydney once again asked you for a set of numbers, not clarifying which ones they were. 

“Don’t disappoint.” The gruffness in her words made you tremble. She had never been so dominating before. Seeing this now made you crazy.

Pulling her on top of you, something inside seemed to switch. You grabbed a handful of Sydney’s ass from beneath her skirt and gave it a hard squeeze. She squealed in surprise, but didn’t pull your hand away. Instead, she just laid there. Letting you grope and play with the supple flesh. A string of gentle moans rolled past her lips, a beautiful melody to your ears. Her body wriggled against your, searching and begging for your touch. You could feel her knee pressing against you from over your jeans. It shook with anticipation, vibrating against your sex. Again, you listed more numbers, breathing them against Sydney’s neck. Sydney pressed her knee against you more. It grinded against your quim, sending a shockwave of pleasure through you.

“Do you know what we’re talking about?” Kissing your neck, Sydney stayed close to you. “That was only five numbers.”

“I have no clue what’s happening.”

With a soft chuckle, she sat on top of you. Her frame, although small, looked dominating as she stared down at you. Sydney grabbed the colorful, laminated periodic table she had printed off and held it close to your face. Her eyes once again turned cold as she all but forced you to memorize it. Every now and then she would thrust her hips against you, checking to see if you were actually paying attention. If you stuttered on a word or messed up an element, she’d practically ram her crotch against you. After a while, you began to purposefully fail. The thrill of watching Sydney edge herself on your stupidity. It was adorable. So adorable, in fact, that you barely noticed Sirris peeking in through the door.

“Oh, don’t mind me.” Sirris entered the room without an ounce of shame. “I was just collecting some dishes.”

You sat up beside Sydney, trying to hide the grin on your face. Something about having your girlfriend’s mom watching you both from the sidelines, watching you grope and fondle each other to no end, stirred something up inside of you. Sirris returned your smile as she collected the long empty bowl that once held fruit. As she passed, you could tell just by the gleam in her eyes that she was aware of what had been going on. You closed your legs just as Sydney did, keeping her head ducked low.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

From the corner of your eyes, you could see Sydney’s head tilt upwards towards her mother. Her eyes were cloudy with tears. Tears of embarrassment and shame. She clutched your hand tightly, unspeaking and unsteady. Sirris knelt down and planted a kiss on her daughter’s forehead, bruising away her messing blonde bangs.

“Both of you are young. I would expect nothing less.”

Sirris grabbed a small ruler sitting on the bed, waving it around. She tilted both you and Sydney’s heads up, tapping you gently on each cheek. Her smile never faded as she got closer and closer to Sydney, sliding the ruler down between her skirt.

“Her chastity causes quite a bit of issues.” Flipping her daughter’s clothes up, Sirris pressed the ruler against the metal cage around Sydney’s genitalia. “However, the clitoris is still exposed.”

Sydney brushed her clothes down in a hurry, a heavy blush covering her face. Sirris could only smile at her daughter’s coy reaction. She brushed a loving hand across her neck and pressed down ever so slightly on her jaw. Jumping at the sensation, Sydney swatted her mom away. Sydney held her thighs tightly together, staring hard at her lap. You could see her legs shaking nervously just behind the fabric of her clothes.

“That’s a family secret,” the older woman chuckled. “Everyone in our family has a spot just by their neck. It’s our erogenous zone.”

“Mum!”

Letting out a hearty laugh, Sirris dropped the ruler down and once again kissed her daughter on her head. Sydney hid her face deep within her palms, her face burning red. She didn’t look as her mother strolled out of the room, balancing the bowl on just two fingers.

“Before I leave,” peeking back into the room, Sirris gave you a smirk. “There’s some discontinued toys hidden in my closet. Just in case you two wa-”

“Mum! Leave!”

Sirris closed the door behind her and you watched Sydney collapse against the bed. She breathed a slight sigh of relief that her mother was gone. It was a bit funny to see her so stressed out. So worried about being caught in the act. Even though nothing had actually happened. At least, it hadn’t happened yet. You rolled on top of Sydney, scraping your teeth against her jawline.

“Let’s study anatomy for a bit.” Smirking, you pressed two fingers against the spot Sirris had shown you.

Sydney growled at your touch, pressing herself against your fingertips. The lust returned in her eyes and she pounced like a lioness. Sydney rolled her head from side to side. Fighting. Rubbing. Struggling. Her fingers tangled around the hole in her belt that her mother so gingerly grazed. The spot she never even noticed. Sydney grabbed your other hand firmly, ramming your palm against her crotch. You could feel her leaking like a faucet, burning for your touch. The squeeze was somewhat tight, but you managed to wiggling your finger in just right. Your nail tapped the very tip of Sydney’s untouched clit, making her squirm.

“How about we discuss the Skene’s gland?”

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I am, once again, having mental health issues and am very grateful for everyone being so patient. I'm getting my shit together, I promise

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May you please make a thing where Avery, or whatever the rich guy's name is, sees jewelry on the PC and thinks they're cheating on them only for it to be "decorations" from the night monster?

(I'm so sorry if you meant Ivory Wraith. If you did, I'll redo this) “May I speak to you privately?”

Avery’s words came out as a snarl, sending a chill down Esther’s spine. The timid girl excused herself from the gathering, an angered pull from her date sending her backwards. Her head swam with possibilities as she was led out into the freezing cold. Had she said something wrong at the party? Was there food stuck in her teeth? Avery rarely pulled her aside unless it was to scold her for something. Esther swallowed and as the backdoor to the building slammed, she was met with a swift smack across the cheek.

“Are you trying to irritate me tonight?”

Gripping his date by the hair, Avery pulled her to the tips of her feet. His eyes burned with anger and his breath reeked of red wine. His grip on her hair tightened and he struck her again, moving his free hand to an amber colored bracelet on Esther’s wrist. He pulled hard on the elastic, threatening to snap it.

“What the hell is this? Who bought you this tacky garbage?”

“It’s from a friend,” Esther sobbed. She flinched as the elastic band was snapped against her wrist.

“Don’t lie to me!”

Avery shoved his trembling date down, kicking her hard in the ribs. He pressed the bottom of his loafer against her head. His foot taunted the girl’s skull, threatening to crack it at any second. Esther could only lie there and pray. Pray for someone else from the party to save her. To whisk her back inside. To get Avery the hell away from her.

“I’m doing you a favor, you ungrateful little shit!” Pressure was applied to Esther’s head and she began to cry out. “And you go leave me for some cheap bastard?” 

A blubbered mess of an apology spewed from Esther’s mouth. She did her best to explain herself, only to be kicked again and again. With each hit she only apologized more. Cried more. Screamed more. But no one ever came for her. It was only Avery and her> Screaming at each other into the crisp night air.  

“You're nothing without me!” Bending down, Avery snapped Esther’s bracelet. As the elastic broke, stones and bits of amber tumbled across the ground. The brunette did her best to collect the broken pieces, stuffing them into her pockets.  

“I never needed you!” Esther spat, scrambling to her feet. “I’m not your little doll anymore!”

Before Avery could raise his hand again, Esther began to sprint down the street. Her kitten heels clicked noisily as she fought for balance. The cold night air nipped at her exposed skin. The heels of her feet were beginning to hurt and Esther’s cheek burned from the slap. Strands of messy brown hair stuck to the dried tears on her face, nearly blinding her as she ran deeper towards the dark. A loose piece of gravel snagged the bottom of her heel, tripping her and sending her face down onto the concrete.

Esther couldn’t even pick herself up. Her body lay there on the cold, wet ground, heaving as she finally let herself cry. Bits of her jewelry collected around her, spilling freely from her dress pockets. A silver ball rolled in front of her, showing a distorted reflection of her face. Lipstick was smeared across her mouth and dried mascara left tears of black. The eyeshadow she had put on that evening was almost wiped away completely. She was a disheveled mess. Sitting herself up slowly, Esther swiped a hand under her eyes.

Reaching within her bra, she pulled out a shimmering red lipstick. Esther applied it to her lips with care, wiping the dirt and debris that stuck to her clothes. She held up the small bits of her bracelet that were still in her pockets and began to shake them in her fist. They clacked together gently, filling the otherwise silent space. The tired girl climbed back on her feet, taking a few wobbling steps in her heels. With her head held high, Esther strolled through the streets.

“Come out, come out wherever you are.” Jingling around her ruined bracelet, she wiped smudged mascara across her cheeks. “Come and get me.”

A deep growl rattled the brunette’s chest and she stopped her stroll. There was a hot, musky breath on the back of her neck. Esther could feel eyes leering at the back of her head from just a few inches behind. She felt a sense of calmness overcome her and she shut her eyes tight, falling back into the dark. A pair of arms enveloped her, keeping Esther’s head from hitting the ground. The beast pulled her shivering body close, warming her up with its own heat. For the first time that night, Esther felt safe.

“Just take me.” Her voice was breathy and cold. “Take me with you.”

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Harper: The Unorthodox

Light mentions of SA and drugging below

✞Used to have a stuffed porcupine named Mr. Nettles (he gave it to Sydney as a gift)

✞Loves, loves, loves house calls and buying gifts for patients he likes

✞Weirdly into apothecary and making his own medicine that he sells to a local rich woman

✞Will also experiment on patients he dislikes

✞Prefers hypnosis to sedation, but isn't opposed to the latter

✞Does anything and everything to keep his patients coming back

✞Gets jealous of his patients and their loved ones , but will try to hide it He's very bad at it

✞Is very "hands on" with his favorite patients Sydney will always be his favorite

✞Has various people's routines memorized He's not a stalker, just observant

✞Will offer some his products for different...services Never whores himself out, though

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So I just avoided grippy sock jail. I was held at a hospital for 4 hours and barely managed to convince them to let me go home instead of getting admitted.

Anyway, I’m gonna talk about DoT Harper :D

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I always wanna add more to my AU stuff, but it’s starting to get really depressing.

Literally all of the characters are little jars of my own issues. Is that what you guys want? I’m not sure

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For reasons I refuse to elaborate on, sexualized vomit/Emetophilia is now allowed for request.

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Writing request:

(All characters are girls)

Its Halloween and PC has been missing for almost a year and Robin goes trick-or-treating in Danube street and goes to Kylar's manor only to find PC (with Stockholm Syndrome for Kylar) open the door to give the candy. PC hated Kylar before but now doesn't even want to leave their house.

(Happy Halloween, my little weirdos!!!!!!)

“Happy Halloween.”

Robin froze at the door, dropping the pillow case she had been using to carry her candy. Something about the girl in front of her felt eerily familiar. Like she had seen her around town once upon a time. It took a few moments for the features to register in young orphan’s mind, but Robin could have sworn it was…

“Holly?"

Holly’s eyes were empty despite the smile on her face. It was like her facial expressions were rehearsed and directed. Her pupils were unnaturally dilated, and Robin suspected that she might have been on drugs. The stiffness of her back made Holly seem more like a doll than a real, living person. It was uncanny. Horrifying, even. But, Robin knew it had to be her.

“Why don’t you go to some of the other houses,” Robin whispered to one of the older girls she had been with. “I’ll catch up in a second.”

As her group made their way to the next house over, Robin was able to look at Holly a lot closer. She had gained color and fat back in her face, at least from what Robin could remember. The clothes Holly was wearing weren’t tattered and actually fit her perfectly. There was even a nice smell coming from her.

“Are you wearing perfume?”

“Kylar made it for me.” Taking a deep inhale of her wrist, Holly finally let her smile drop. “It’s made of roses.”

Holly gave her skirt a twirl, mentioning that it had also been made for her. Her voice sounded somewhat enthusiastic, which made her expression all the more unnerving. When she twisted around to show the back of her outfit, Robin caught a glimpse of something fastened around Holly’s neck. It looked like a dog collar without a tag. There was a ring for a leash to be clipped on, and Robin wondered if Kylar kept her on one.

“Where is she?” Robin asked, silently hoping that Kylar had stepped out for the night.

Her hopes were crushed as Holly called out down the hall, practically summoning Kylar behind her in an instant. She was wearing a small witch’s hat, but it was barely visible beneath her unkempt black hair. Kylar’s eyes had their usual dark bags, which made her look more terrifying than she was probably hoping to.

“Happy Halloween.” Kylar didn’t meet Robin’s gaze, instead choosing to stare at the tips of her shoes.

With the given situation, the fact that Kylar could act so much like her usual self irritated Robin a bit. The fact she wasn’t looking up, not mentioning Holly, or even trying to explain herself was shocking. Clearing her throat loudly, Robin straightened her posture.

“How long has Holly been living here?” She asked simply.

Kylar snapped her head up to look at Robin, her eyes staring daggers at the orphan girl. She seemed somewhat offended at the question, but did her best to hide it.

“A while,” she muttered. “Her living conditions just sounded so horrific. I had to take her in.”

The way Kylar spoke about Holly like she was a stray dog made Robin even more upset. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had seen Holly. Knowing that, all this time, the person she called a friend was living just a few blocks over without her knowledge made her sick. Kylar never mentioned the situation. She never left a note at the orphanage. As far as Robin was concerned, Kylar was purposefully keeping Holly away in her messy, disorganized mansion.

“I thought she hated you.” Robin took a step forward, holding her foot in front of the door. She may have towered over Kylar, but something in the shorter girl’s eyes made her step back.

“You think I don’t love her?” Kylar forcefully took Holly’s hand in her own, nearly crushing it with her grip. “You think I don’t care about her?”

“It’s just that you rarely talked,” Robin pointed out, sensing that Kylar was on the verge of snapping.

Opening her mouth to say something, the feeling of Kylar’s jagged nails against Holly’s palm quickly shut her up. She only stood idly by, not even registering the ever growing tension that was in front of her. The most she did was hold Kylar’s hand, swinging their arms together.

“So because we never talked, that means I can’t love her?” Kylar bit back, absentmindedly following along with Holly’s movements.

“You sound a bit insane.”

Robin felt like she made the wrong dialogue option in a game, even before Kylar responded. She knew that ‘insane’ was a bit of a strong word, but she couldn’t think of anything else to say. Kylar was, in every sense of the word, absolutely insane. The tension between the two seemed to shatter at the mere utterance of the word. Robin could feel it when Holly’s hand was released and pushed to the side. She could feel it when Kylar stared her down with terrifying emerald eyes. Wild with anger and insanity. 

“I take care of her better than you ever could! Holly doesn’t live in fear! There’s no danger here like there is with you!”

Kylar’s face was a deep red as she berated practically everything about the orphanage. Every word of it came out cracked and squeaky, as if she wasn’t used to raising her voice. She seemed to know everything, including things that Robin had only heard rumors about every now and then. Things that sounded too awful to believe.

“Face it,��� Kylar wheezed, struggling to speak after her screaming fit. “I’m better for her.” 

The door slammed hard in Robin’s face, leaving her standing alone on Kylar’s porch. She thought for a moment about everything Kylar had said. Even though her words came from a place of hatred, there was some truth. The orphanage wasn’t safe. Robin knew that better than most. The debts and the break-ins and the general disarray. From the outside, Kylar’s house looked like heaven.

“Hurry up!” Lily’s voice broke Robin’s train of thought, and she turned towards her group. “I’m getting cold.”

Hesitating for a moment, Robin gave Holly’s situation one last thought. No matter what the burning in her chest said, this was for the best. Kylar could keep her safe. And, if it ever came down to it, Robin knew where Holly was and could get to her. She was safe and could be saved.

“I’m coming!” Robin called back, rushing towards the others. Once she was with them, she let her thoughts of Holly float to the back of her mind.

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Male PC finds female Alex stuck in the milking machine and rapes her. (They're not dating)

(Finally broke out of my burnout :D)

Wiping the sweat from his browline, Ronnie took a moment to admire his handiwork. The fields had finally been plowed to near perfection and were ready for the season’s crops. It was a little tiresome doing it alone, but it also felt all the more rewarding. Ronnie twisted his head around in search of Alex, ready to gloat, but found that she was nowhere to be seen. While it wasn’t strange for her to disappear for periods of time, something felt off. Sitting down on the cool grass, Ronnie remembered her saying something about milking the cows roughly two hours. However, if he remembered properly, it only took about an hour to do so.

“Alex!” He called, laying flat on his back. “Come out here!”

The wind seemed to carry his words away, because Ronnie didn’t get a response. He knew that if Alex was somewhere in the barn, she would more than likely be able to hear him. Rolling onto his stomach, he gave calling out another shot. Ronnie was met with the same silence as before, and a bit of panic washed over him. He couldn’t help but wonder if maybe Alex had passed out from the heat or got hurt somehow. Ronnie scrambled to his feet, leaving behind his tools and hat, and sprinted towards the barn.

Opening the heavy wooden doors, Ronnie peeked around the dimly lit barn. The mechanical whirring from the milking machine could be heard further in the back, but all of the livestock could be seen wandering around. Not a single one seemed to be out of place. Ronnie journeyed deeper into the barn, following the faint sounds of heavy machinery. He counted each of the cattle as he walked past them, assuming that maybe there was one more getting milked that he didn’t account for. But when he arrived at where the milker was located, Ronnie realized that all of the cows were there. Perhaps Alex had actually gotten injured. Peeking to the milking room, he could see something that maybe he shouldn’t have.

Alex stood there on all fours, wrists and ankles tied down to the floor. Two of the manual suctions cups were attached to her breasts while they noisily milked her. From the container sitting next to her, Ronnie could tell that she had already produced a surprising amount. Alex’s face was mostly blocked by her flowing red hair, but from what was visible, Ronnie could also see that she seemed uncomfortable. It was almost like she was in pain. Alex squirmed her body from side to side like she was trying to get herself free. Leaning against the door a bit more, Ronnie froze as it loudly creaked open. Alex snapped her head to the side, staring with her piercing at the apparent peeping tom.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Alex hissed, attempting to jerk her breasts free. “Come help me already.”

Thoughts of the past few weeks came flooding back as Ronnie continued to remove his clothing. All of the humiliation he had suffered at the hands of Alex. The way she had treated him like an incompetent child. Ordering him around like a dumb dog. Treating him like trash just because she could. It filled him with rage. A hot, burning rage that ate away at his morals. Alex was in too much of a compromising position.

“Hold still,” he growled, pulling down his dirt covered pants. 

The sudden gruffness in her farmhand’s voice sent shivers up Alex’s spine. She still did her best to wiggle and squirm, especially once she felt Ronnie settle behind her, but secretly wished for him to take things further. The restraints around her ankles and wrists made it difficult for her to fight back, which played right into her dark fantasies. Still, Alex twisted her hips around in an effort to fight back.

“You fucking brat!” The redhead spat, pulling her hips forward. “I shouldn’t have saved your orphaned ass.”

Ronnie took hold of his boxers. He had grown tired of Alex’s mouth, and as he pulled down his painfully erect cock, he figured it was time to put her in her place. There was no point in teasing her or prepping her in any way. She didn’t deserve that kind of treatment. Ronnie thrust hard into Alex, hearing her scream at the sudden entry. Her lewd fluids made for the perfect entrance. There was barely any resistance, allowing for Ronnie to easily plow into the loudmouth farmer. What would have probably been a slew of bitchy comebacks or other annoying complaints came out as grunts and groans of pleasure.

“Moo for me.” Pulling back a fistful of Alex’s hair, Ronnine pressed his teeth against the nape of her neck. “Moo like the dumb cattle you are.”

Alex did as she was told without a second thought, belting out a melody of strained animal sounds. The overstimulation was starting to clog up her mind and she could barely focus. If she could, chances were she would have kicked Ronnie’s ass. But something about his tone and roughness. While Alex would never admit it aloud, it drove her wild.

“Worthless fucking cow,” Ronnie growled, sinking his teeth into Alex’s neck. “I could slaughter you and turn you to steak.”

Pulling her head back even further, Ronnine looked angrily into the eyes of the woman he both loved and hated. The way tears rolled down her cheeks, making her reddened face slick and shiny. He despised the way she looked, but this seemed fitting for her. Being reduced to an animalistic mess. Mooing and moaning like the sow she was. Holding forced her head down, ramming into Alex’s trembling body with all the power he could muster. She continued to squeal beneath him, and Ronnie couldn’t help but think she sounded more like a pig than a cow.

“You wanted milk right?”

Alex nodded weakly in reply, not really processing what was being said. She could feel her back being pushed down as her face was pressed against the hay covered floor. Her body had long stopped feeling pleasure and she was left a numb, drooling mess. Ronnie kept his palm firmly pressed against the small of Alex’s back as he finally released into her, flooding her tired womb with his seed. He could feel the red head’s body still shaking, but that was no longer his issue.  

“Enjoy your milk, bitch.” Zipping his pants back up, Ronnie left Alex alone once again. Her body twitched and squirmed from overstimulation, struggling to recover from her most recent orgasm.

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Is great hawk in your AU

They are, but I haven’t really worked out anything related to them or black wolf (because I forgot they existed)

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Oh! I don’t know if I said this, but you guys can make requests about my AU…if you want

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Good! I noticed you had only been getting requests so I decided to just say hi

It’s nice have some anons just to talk to. I feel like people get nervous, lmao

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Hello ma'am, how are you this fine evening?

I just saw this, sorry.

I’m doing great anon, how are you?

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can you make a story about f! Eden getting trapped in the garden by a plantgirl and her vines? Please and thank you

(I'm sorry this took me so long to finish)

Fucking weeds. A never ending annoyance in Eden’s eyes. It seemed like no matter what she did, her back garden would form itself into an unruly mess. The overgrowth made it nearly impossible for her to hunt properly because her prey was practically invisible, swimming beneath the surface in a sea of green. Weeks of her life had been spent trying to destroy the damned weeds, but it never seemed to be enough. As she stepped out into her backyard, a machete tucked securely in her back pocket, Eden knew that another week would be spent in vain. Every step was taken with agonizing caution, as the huntress couldn’t actually see where the ground was. Whenever she could, Eden would give the surrounding area a good swipe with her blade and watch the greenery fall. She could deal with the cleanup another day.

A vine wrapped itself around Eden’s ankles and she was hoisted into the air. She dangled high above the ground, swaying with the wind in her suspended position. Of course she would stumble into a fucking snare. With how much foliage there was covering the ground, Eden was just as blind as any other dumb animal. Rocking herself back and forth, she grabbed at the vines holding her place. They were a lot tighter than she expected, meaning that a rather skilled hunter was lurking around. It’d been a few years since Eden met another hunter, so perhaps she could make friends.

As her fingers worked to untangle her restraints, Eden felt something pulsate. She quickly retracted her hands, watching intently as the wines holding her in place quiver and throb. The thought that they could be filled with bugs made her shiver and her skin crawl. If there was anything the huntress hated more than weeds, it had to be bugs. With their creepy little legs and too many eyes. Eden jerked her legs back, forcing her knees towards her chest. In her bunched up position, she reached into her back pocket and brought out her machete. She knew that slicing the vines might result in a wave of bugs crawling all over her skin, but that was a risk she was willing to take. 

“What are you doing?”

Twisting her head towards the source of the voice, Eden could feel her restraints tightening up. There didn’t seem to be anyone nearby and she couldn’t hear someone walking around. Eden hung there in the air, twisting this way and that, scanning her overgrown surroundings. Nothing was there.

“Show yourself!” Holding her blade out in front of her, Eden relaxed her knees and let herself swing. “Show yourself and let me down!”

While the former didn’t happen, Eden was relieved to finally be released. The blood had rushed to her head, and now that she was upright she was left disoriented and nauseous. Everything was just a massive green blur with hints of blue and pink. Laying down on her back, Eden took a moment to breathe. Her arms and legs felt unusually heavy and impossible to move.

“Did I drop you too hard?” Said the voice again. This time, Eden didn’t even bother to look. Her head was still a pounding mess and she could barely think straight.

“I’m fine,” she slurred, blinking away some of the blur.

Now that she could see a bit more clearly, Eden saw that she was once again ensnared in vines. Her limbs were held roughly against the floor, preventing any sort of movement. Eden swore under her breath, digging her nails into the dirt. If she was going to be stuck, she could at least try to dig her way out. A few smaller vines worked their way between her fingers, wrapping them together and rendering them useless. They were all pulsing, moving rhythmically against Eden’s skin. These weren’t bugs. It felt like the vines themselves were sentient. 

“I’m sorry if I hurt you.” Now towering above Eden was a girl covered head to toe in leaves. It looked like some sort of homemade ghillie suit. “You were just so cute. I couldn’t let you go.”

“The fuck are you talking about?” Eden pulled hard on the vines, but for some reason they wouldn’t budge. 

Without another word, the girl dropped to her knees and pressed her mouth against Eden’s. A floral tasting liquid flooded the huntress’s mouth, nearly choking her as she involuntarily choked it down. The flavor reminded her of a tea that old women would drink in their downtime and made her breath reek of elderberry. And yet, Eden couldn’t get enough. She pressed herself into the kiss as best as she could, pushing her tongue into the disguised girl’s mouth. The back of her mind screamed for her to pull away. To grab her weapon and slash her way to freedom. But something about the kiss. The heat of it all. The spontaneity. It was all too good.

“I like your hair.” Pulling her face away, the leaf covered female ran steady fingers through Eden’s tangled locks. 

“I like your suit.”

It hadn’t occurred to Eden just how breathless she was until she spoke. Her voice was a raspy pant that came out barely above a whisper. There was still remnants of saliva on her lips as she panted. She needed more. Tilting her head up a bit, Eden tried to think of something to say. Her mind was swimming with too much ecstasy to form words, resulting in her muttering uselessly instead. The girl on top of her seemed to understand, though, and rose to her feet. She swayed her hips above Eden’s head, rocking her exposed pussy in a hypnotic manner. Drops of shimmering purple fluid dripped into Eden’s open mouth, the same fluid that had been passed through the kiss just moments ago.

With a leg on either side of Eden’s head, the plant girl descended upon her mouth. She rutted against the huntress’s tongue, panting as every part of her was desperately licked and suckled. Her moans filled the small wooded area, disappearing amongst the trees.

“Good girl,” she squeaked, yanking Eden closer by the hair. “Just like that.”

A vine coiled itself around Eden’s leg, worming its way underneath her pant leg and towards her crotch. The leafy tip brushed against her clit through her moist panties, teasing her ever so slightly. If she had any movement in her limbs, Eden would be more than happy to rip her panties for the sake of pleasure. With her restrained position, all she could do was awkwardly shift her hips around the vine. 

“I just wanna take you home with me.” As the girl spoke, the vine slithered past Eden’s underwear and pressed against her, seconds away from penetrating.

The thought couldn’t have sounded better as Eden’s insides were invaded by the twitching foliage. It wriggled with each penetrative thrust, fogging her mind more and more with every movement. Eden could feel all common sense and rational thinking fading away, leaving only the desire for more. Her hips continued to work in unison with her tongue, twisting and moving around mindlessly. The fluids in her mouth were starting to fizz and pop against her face, making it harder to concentrate on what she was doing.

“You’re just so cute!” The movement of the plant girl’s hips were erratic and sloppy as she pulled Eden’s hair again, mashing the larger woman’s face against her crotch. 

A torrent of sticky, colorful fluid leaked from between Eden’s legs as she was dropped to her knees. The taste of the fizzy nectar still lingered in her mouth long after her face had been freed. Strands of bubbling saliva dripped down her face, staining the front of her tattered shirt with spots of purple. Every inch of the huntress reeked of the nectar, leaving her smelling overly floral and sweet. 

“Something to remember me by,” the plant girl teased, brushing her leafy tongue over Eden’s reddened, sweaty face. “I hope to see you soon.”

[broken-footstool]

Could you write a story where Pure! f! Sydney gets hiccups so m! PC just starts saying a bunch of extreme and hardcore lewd things they could do to scare her hiccups out of her

Brief necro mention below

Hic…hic…hic…

Sydney held a hand in front of her mouth, muffling another onslaught of hiccups. She’d been struggling to break the annoying hiccupping spell since it appeared after lunch, but it was to no avail. Every few seconds, the blonde’s chest would nearly cave in on itself as a fleet of high pitched squeaks echoed through the library. She did her best to keep them quiet, holding her breath or covering her mouth when they came up, but it wasn’t enough. Anyone who tried to speak with Sydney was greeted by her piercing hiccups, followed by a stream of breathless apologies. It made her job in the library more difficult than it needed to be and got her a few odd glances.

“Drank too much water?”

Placing a math textbook down on the counter, a kind boy gave her a smile. Sydney recognized him as Adam, someone who she had come to admire in a way. Not only was he an initiate at the temple, but he was also the most punctual when it came to returning books. If they weren’t turned in on the due date, it was a day or two beforehand. It was nice to see his face around the library, as it was one that always made Sydney smile.

“I think I swallowed some air.” Blocking her mouth, Sydney hiccuped into her fist a few times. “They won’t go away.”

Adam gave a sly grin and made his way behind the return counter. He rested his hands on Sydney’s timid shoulders, massaging them gently.

“I could scare them away,” Adam said, pressing his thumbs between her shoulder blades. “If you want, of course.”

Sydney couldn’t help but laugh, leaning into the massage. It was nearly impossible to scare her, let alone make her feel unnerved or uneasy. Though, she figured there was nothing to lose by playing Adam’s game. He was probably just going to jump at her, maybe drop something cold down her shirt. If the massage was anything to go off of, it was possibly the latter of the two. Hiccuping softly, Sydney leaned her head back and smiled.

“I’d love to see you try.” 

Adam’s demeanor dropped and he stepped away from Sydney, crawling beneath her desk. He placed her chin on her knees, staring into Sydney’s amber eyes with his own, cold gray ones. They both sat like that for a moment, an awkward silence between them. Before she had the opportunity to say something, Sydney’s skirt was flipped upwards and Adam had worked his face between her legs. She squealed in surprise, hiccuping loudly as she tried to force her legs shut. A few students sitting at a nearby table gave her a few odd glances and her face went red.

“You smell so good.” Adam rubbed his face between Sydney’s thighs, trying to work his way between them. “Like a fresh virgin.”

Heat washed over Sydney’s face. Was this supposed to scare her? It wouldn’t be a lie to say that she was uncomfortable, but she wasn’t scared. Or was she?

“Virgin girls are always the best.” Running his tongue along Sydney’s inner thigh, Adam pressed his teeth against her skin. “They scream the loudest.”

“Stop it,” Sydney spat, trying to push his face away. “This isn’t funny anymore.”

Sydney flinched as her hand was roughly shoved off to the side. Adam’s teeth were now biting away at her, leaving gentle imprints on her skin. Red marks coated with saliva dotted her lower half. She hiccuped into her fist, trying her best to stay focused on the library. Something in Sydney’s chest was beginning to tighten and her breathing had become panicked and uneven.

“I want you all to myself,” Adam muttered, now forcing the pure girl’s legs open. He eyed her trembling mound, blowing hot breath against her satin panties. “I could make you my own little sex doll. Locking you away in my closet until I need you again.”

Attempting to close her legs would only result in a swift smack against Sydney’s ever reddening legs. Each time it happened, a few students would turn their heads towards the source of the sound. They would whisper amongst themselves, muttering something that Sydney couldn’t quite hear. If only they knew what was happening.

“I’m not sure how long you could survive on a diet of my cum,” Adam slid his hand beneath Sydney’s panties and pressed his thumb against her entrance. “But, that won’t be much of an issue for me. I’m sure you’d keep warm for a while.”

Dropping the “OVERDUE” stamp in her hand, Sydney sat there motionless. Her brain couldn’t even begin to process what had just been said to her anymore, and perhaps that was for the best. Every word of it, every disgustingly lewd syllable, made her stomach feel uneasy. The bottom of her stomach twitched and lurched. Bile stung the back of her throat and, for a moment, she felt like vomiting on her lap. 

“Oh look.” Adam scrambled out from under the desk, running a hand through his hair. “They’re finally gone.”

He gave Sydney a slight kiss on the cheek, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear with a smile. The girl still didn’t move, sitting painfully motionless in her seat. Sydney’s brain had practically fried itself, leaving her a barely functioning mess. Her eyes stayed fixed on her legs, scanning over the bites and marks and saliva. She felt dirty. Dirty and used and sinful. Her ears burned like hellfire. Each mark on her body seemed like a kiss from the devil himself. 

“You can thank me later” With a swift turn, Adam turned away from Sydney and made his way out of the library.