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asking them how often they jork it

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, shoko, uraume

ʚ cont: suggestiveness, crack

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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ifa is definitely the type to call you his little champ when he fucks you.

he could be fucking you into next week, cock so deep in your insides that you feel like your whole brain has melted into mush. your walls have taken the shape of him, and now you’re just a babbling little mess for him, so far beyond the capacity of full coherence. you’re doing so good for him and taking him so well despite the way he crowds every bit of space in the depths of you until all you can feel is him. at this point he won’t bother to tease you, but instead will shower you in praises while you continue to ride him; your body is swaying from the exertion and the pleasure, so he cradles your hips while a pleased smirk rests atop his dashingly handsome face.

“atta girl, such a little champ for me. riding me so good. you gonna cum, yeah?” a low laugh and rut upwards, effectively driving his cock even deeper until you’re folding over him with a shudder and a sob.

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dark abby fucking Ellie’s sweet girlfriend PLEASE

ᴅᴀʀᴋ!ᴀʙʙʏ ᴀɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴏɴ x ᴇʟʟɪᴇ'ꜱ ɢꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

— ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; ᴀʙʙʏ ɪꜱ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴇʟʟɪᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʀꜱ. ʏᴇᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇʟʟɪᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋꜱ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪʟʟ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴀ ʜᴀʀꜱʜ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ

— ᴄᴡ; ᴅᴜʙ ᴄᴏɴ (?), ꜱᴛʀᴀᴘ ᴜꜱᴀɢᴇ, ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ɪᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ, ʙᴏɴᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʏɪɴɢ, ᴠᴏʏᴇᴜʀɪꜱᴍ

Ellie knew something was up since the moment she stepped foot into her house. The unusual silence as she took off her shoes and then the slight whimpers once she started walking down the hallway. Ellie's brow cocked, making her way to the bedroom where she was meet with stifled moans and shushing. Ellie twisted the door knob, your figure ass up, face down, hands tied behind your back and forced into an arch by Abby's hand.

Ellie shook in anger, staring at the same woman who ruined her life about to ravish her girlfriend. Your eyebrows were knit together, look so sweet, Ellie had the urge to save you. Cause it had to be forced, right? She tried to step closer to Abby, yet when Abby's gun pressed harshly against the back of your head, Ellie froze. You whimpered, "Abs'!" You complain, as if this wasn't what you agreed to, fear trembling through you. "Stay where you are, and I won't hurt her. Got it?" Abby demands, watching Ellie shift on her feet, itching to get you yet stays in place.

Abby keeps your wrists in place, digging her hand now into your hair, releasing the gun. She tugs, groaning at your little whimpers. Her strap was buried to the hilt inside you, her pelvis against your ass. "Let me— fuck– tell you how I got your pretty girlfriend to let me fuck her." Abby says, thrusting slowly in and out. You were a babbling, incoherent mess beneath her. Practically a dumb toy, allowing Abby to pull your hair and fuck your velvety cunt. Abby smacked your ass, already a bunch of red marks from before Ellie got home. "Told her a whole fuckin' sob story, and this sweet lil' girl let me pin her down in no time." Her pace quickens, fucking you stupid as Ellie watched.

Ellie practically growls, vision narrows at the scene. "Get your hands off her, Abby." She speaks yet it falls on deaf ears, Abby's grip on your hair becoming tighter to lift you up and rub lazy circles into your clit. Abby chuckled at Ellie desperately wanting to look away but too afraid that even in a split second you'd be harmed. "Stop fuckin' actin' like I forced her, she stripped for me, sucked my strap for me," Abby let go of your hair, face planting into the bed, your drool gathering on the sheets. "Always gettin' everything, even a sweet girl with a tight and willing cunt." Abby complained, cooing into your ear as she fucked you with an overwhelming force.

"Fuckkk— fuck fuck–" You babbled, eyes rolling to the back of your head, hardly able to make eye contact with Ellie. Abby grabbed your nape this time, hand circling your throat and pressing against your airway firmly. She lifted you by your neck, hardly breathing as she spoke right into your flushed cheeks. "Too bad she's a damn slut, huh?" Abby degraded, slapping you harshly against your cheek, hips still pistoning against yours. "Huh?" Abby emphasized once again, spitting on your red cheek this time. "Did you know how fucking greedy she was, Williams?" Abby asked, her lips parted, kissing down your exposed neck, still not allowing you to breathe.

"She jus' felt so bad for me, guess i'm pretty damn persuasive." Your lack of senses was overstimulating, hands tied along with your eyes blurry from tears. Ellie didn't respond, just watching how you moaned in response to every little movement. Your face was turning pale, hardly any oxygen in your system. "Stop doing that! Let her go—" Abby released your neck, allowing you to collapse again. "Cu— cumming-" Abby tugged your hair, movements away from giving you whiplash. Your orgasm crashed over you, eyebrows furrowed and squinting through your peripheral to see Abby's pulling her strap out of you with a filthy noise, your sopping cunt clenching around nothing.

Abby got up, unbuckling her harness and laying it ontop of your back. Watching you pant, the silicone tip painting your back muscles with your own cum, Abby wipes sweat off her forehead. "Sweet girl, bet Ellie neglects you huh?" She swipes drool off your chin. "Doesn't treat you as nasty as you deserve to be treated." You don't respond, simply murmuring and wiggling your ass. She grabbed her gun, shoving it into Ellie's chest. Ellie panicked slightly, eyes wide, resentment coursing through her veins. "Fuck her, or kill her. Either way works." She whispered before leaving.

The mess you were left in was picturesque. Her spit, your drool, your tears. Hands tied behind your back. Cum running down your back and lovely red mark on your cheek!

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That one manwha cover trend but make it Higuruma 🌻

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it’s always about him stealing your panties to jerk off with and never about him stealing your socks and putting them on his cock before he fists himself like a freak

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okay now what about sensitive femmes? The ones that cum just from rubbing their cunt on your thigh? The ones that end up squirting when you apply just a little more pressure on their clit than usual? The ones that push your head away shyly when you finally latch your mouth on their clit because they're already close? The ones that you have to hold down when you eat them out because they just can't stop squirming? The ones that can't keep their mouth shut when you're fingering them? The ones that get so wet you won't even need lube? The ones that squirm away from your strap just as you're about to enter? Do we fw them?

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GRAPES OF WRATH. - Samuel T. Owen (Sato )

🎧 listening to - concrete jungle (bad omens)

CONTENT. - heavy themes of manipulation, sexual themes (consensual and non consensual ), mind break, humiliation (non-sexual), broken bones, yandere/obsessive behavior, unknown character death, infantilization, gun play, violence & murder, age difference, terrorism’

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The theory of immortality is confusing.

The idea that a living, breathing, human, can overcome the disease that is death is one that many have left to their imaginations.

To be human, to be alive - is to die. The process of your cells breaking down, once your heart beats one last time, is a fate which many of us will soon know. A fate that all organisms have known. Whether their heart stops beating or not.

So, what do we call these … Agins?

They simply cannot be human, they disregard every human being’s greatest goal. “death” but they were born human weren’t there? raised as a human? Speak like we do, eat like we do, is it a mimicry? Have they been faking the traits that all humans know? For what purpose?

so many questions.

They build up in the mind like a ticking time bomb, keeping you from doing the simplest of tasks. - Ever since you saw the news that faithful day.

A young reporter, one that even looked slightly like you. Stood in-front of what looked like a mental hospital. You and your friends gathered in front of the tv inside your friend’s little bedroom, watching in silence as the reporter confirmed that there are beings out there, who have defeated death. That one of them, resembling a human, a man, tall, dark, and almost cute had escaped one of these facilities that was meant to hold them. With the help of one of their other “Agin” buddies.

The confusion clouded like gas, thick. With an abundance of questions. Your friend was the first speak out, Naomi, the owner of the little room you sat in.

“I gotta call my parents! this has to be fake!” she said fumbling with her phone as she stood up.

“Nah, I don’t think it is,” Chloe started, they wouldn’t put a prank like this on national tv.” You shook your head in agreement,

“hopefully uhm, they catch them soon?” your voice comes out unsure, not helping with Naomi sopratic behavior.

“I hope they don’t.” Chloe leans back on her chair, pulling out her phone. “Who knows what they did to him in that lab, probably ran all types of experiments.”

Only if you knew the end of it.

Only if they had shown a photo of the Agins on that faithful day, the dark man who had escaped wasn’t the villain in your story, just another player on a chess board played by a wannabe god.

And the wannabe god was certainly was close to it.

He didn’t even bother tying your hands up the first time he laid you in that thin metal bed, you were stripped of your clothes, only left in a pair of pink cotton underwear and fluffy socks. He had laughed when you offered him money, combed his hands through your hair, when you tried to beg for your freedom, wondering why you were in that predicament in the first place.

The first night was your only night of peace, when you think about it. Waking up the next morning to the sound of playful shooting games and the heaviness of your swollen eyes. Slowly blinking open to the sight of a metal warehouse.

“your awake now sleepyhead?” He only glimpsed up at you from his chair. His constant clicking keeping his attention off of you.

The first thing you had thought of was how strange this whole situation was. Who was this strange man? Why hasn’t he even looked up at you! were you going to die? was he going to sell you off as meat to some old men around the world? Or is this some type of sex slave thing?!

Like he can read your thoughts, he sits up and stands next to you. Every nerve, muscle and bone in your body quakes at you to run. Flight or flight kicking in as your hand bunch up the much softer blankets below.

“your probably very confused right now? I’m not one for monologues but I uh don’t watch you to be to scared.” he’s much taller than you, now that you can see him up close and not under the dark moonlight. Much bigger too, more masculine than any man you’d ever seen. Older as well. But you can’t tell his actual age, not from the contrast of his face to his body.

You wouldn’t stand a chance.

“You’ll be staying here for a while with me, won’t worry I won’t keep you separated for long, I even had the bedsheets changed to be more comfortable.”

he pulls a piece of loose hair behind your ear, in an almost sappy way. Like in those romantic drama you used to love so much.

“I wouldn’t run either, I wouldn’t want to have to break one of your pretty arms, right baby?” You externally cringe at the pet name . The expression washing over your face. “I uh… sorry, I’m not used to this.” He looks almost… embarrassed? But that’s not the correct term. Almost pitiful, you would say. He even washes his hands over his face dramatically as he left you there on the bed. Fully unrestrained.

And you sat there. Unrestrained for days. Months probably. By yourself in a room. With nothing but the uncertainty and confusion of your situation.

In reality it had only been two weeks, The only human interaction was with that creepy old man and the quiet ginger who brings you food. The only time you’ve really spoken was with the latter, it was on one of the days where your fate weighed heavy on you. Your eyes becoming swollen and you couldn’t help but sob into yourself. The thin man had happened to come in around meal time, pushing a plate of rice and soup onto your dresser.

“Uh-uhm. Are you okay?”

He came up behind you, hesitant to touch you in your state.

“Hey I get it- I felt powerless before too. But trust me, Satos only going to help you!”

Sato.

The only real thing you took from that conversation.

Sato is the one who took you away from your life to put you in a playhouse with only metal walls, a bed and a tv.

And you thought the boredom was the extent of your problems.

The boredom that soon rotted away with the presence of the same man, the one you thought was too scared to even show himself around you.

“Whew I’m beat.” He starts.

You blink up. your body clutching around the covers in your defenseless state.

It takes you a second to adjust but you wish you hadn’t.

You certainly wish you hadn’t seen him covered in blood, his overalls stained with scent of ash and crimson.

You jump up, your bodies instincts failing you once again as he grabs you.

“Chill..” he whispers as he holds you down, his voice deep and low, your stomach filling over as his scent overtakes your being.

“what happened?” You manage to cough out, your voice seeming unrecognizable even to yourself, not even realizing why you asked the question.

“aww are you worried about me? Most of this blood was mine, so I guess you’re not far off.” He chuckles like he isn’t pressing you down into the bed. You quickly shake your head.

“Why would I be worried about you?!” You ask, with more venom than intended. “You’ve kept me locked up here like some patient!”

he’s not stunned by your outburst, not at all. Only laughing as he presses his head into your neck.

“Do you miss being outside?”

The words shock you more than his actions do, you don’t make a sound, however, shaking your head with less hesitance than you wished.

“How about we make a deal then?” He waits a moment before starting. He starts without words, with a kiss actually. A soft kiss to the soft of your neck. It’s sensitive, not from anything sexual but from the lack of human touch. “Don’t fight me, and I’ll let you outside?”

You’ve been bidding your time for a while. Every time he waltzed into your room. And laid in your bed without words, playing his little games or fumbling with the controller. You knew you couldn’t beat him, you knew that there was something different about him that ruined your chance of your body even trying to fight him. Now that it’s confirmed, with both his body language and the stains of blood he lays in, that If he tells the truth, this might be your only way out.

But actions speak louder than words. So commences. You were unsure if you’d let him rape you if he’d wanted to, but you were unsure if that would even be considered rape. Especially if you moan whenever his harsh lips meet your skin, sucking red and blue bruises into it. His knees in between your thighs as you held onto his blood-riddled shirt. You would almost hump his leg if let alone for another week.

“Have you had your first kiss yet?” He says softly, his voice is still so deep, and almost exhilarating as he grinds his knee against your clit.

“N-no” you whimper out, and he laughs at you again, it’s probably his favorite thing to do, giggle at your expressions or your cries.

The memory after it, kinda flutters in your mind. But he definitely keeps his promises.

Letting you outside to watch the buzzing city life. Not without the repayment of your body, not always sexual but your time as well.

Listening to him yap away about his video game rants. His playful energy would be almost delightful to be around if not your predicament. And the more time you spent with the others, the more your head cleared from the delirious state he had previously kept you in. Now gathering pieces of your old self.

Your old mind and humanity.

He loves to keep you entertained, wresting as a form of foreplay, before he ripped the peices of clothes he was hesitant to give you in the first place, (until he remembered that if you were to be around others, you had to be some-way decent). You could even inflict damage that would surely leave a scar, and as long as it lasted you found yourself using your full strength against him. Always to end up face down, with him whispering the filthiest things in your ear and his large hands creating bruises around your hips.

The constant drive in your mind grew as soon as you found out what his true nature was.

Which happened in a way, most might deem comical.

You were sitting in a larger room with two of Satos friends, unnamed and unimportant when a familiar face walked right through the door. Not familiar in the way as someone you would’ve known but someone you had wished to avoid in your normal life.

Tanaka.

An agin.

A creature. One that couldn’t be considered human, who broke all laws that surrounded human nature,

Your body had been conditioned around blood and violence, consistently filtering out the names of government officials, high towers that were continently destroyed on the news the next day, or the room, the constant location switches, the metal door which you had believed wasn’t filled with guns and weapons of war .

Everything clicking in your mind, from the first time you saw Tanakas escape to when they had bombed a pharmacy and Sato had turned off the tv before you had the chance to only see the familiar gray hair and thick eyebrows, in your heart maybe you’ve even heard his name before!

How could you be so stupid!

So stupid to believe that everything had an explanation that you didn’t need to be told. That all you had to focus on was gaining Satos trust even if that mean cockwarming through long matches of his games. All of it was for nothing because the people you had sat along with, were a different version of monster.

And before you knew it, your barefooted feet, were hitting the metal of a door; locking yourself in with only two ways out. A locked back entrance and the door you had just came out of. Even that escape was lucky, you didn’t know what they were capable of! And now that you’ve locked the door, what will they do to you? But it won’t matter because you won’t be there to find out! Throwing yourself, slamming your fist until their dark and blood. You don’t even get to savor the satisfaction of getting the door open.

Only him. A known terrorist, someone you’ve let violate you, even after he took you from your home, and killed all of those people!

but it’s not time to wallow! You try and push past him the best you can. Small fists being gripped and pushed behind your back, but you continue to struggle, to fight, to kick and push and headbutt. To scream and wallow and cry like the first time you were brought here, like after the first time he had kissed you and stolen your innocence. But it’s all useless.

As soon as the others get the door open, you’re pinned to the floor; your arm snapped in half and your eyes clenched shut in pain.

“Such a sorry sight, almost kinda feel bad for her,”

He doesn’t even speak; no response but another laugh. One that rings in your ear at the sound of your arm snapping,

Snap, and his laugh,

As he carried you back to another room.

Snap and his laugh,

As he stripped away your clothes until you laid naked on the cold floor,

Snap and his laugh,

Is all that replays when he finally mounts you, and doesn’t stop until there’s blood.

Snap and his laugh.

As he toys with you, throughout the days.

But maybe this feels better than before,

Knowing you’re not letting this happen, that you fought and lost.

That you didn’t enjoy the constant jokes and conversation.

Or enjoy him in anyway. That you weren’t craving his attention and touch on particularly cold night. Praying no God could hear you moan out his name as he spelled his name with his tongue.

Or enjoy his comfort. That you didn’t bat an eye when he told you not to worry about all the bad things he did.

You knew it all along and him being an Agin wasn’t the breaking point.

It feels good knowing that they laugh at you and believe your weak, that they can hear when your moans mix with cries when you call him a monster he forces a gun inside your little hole,

It feels good knowing that you’re helpless and it’s not your fault.

The confusion of it all wipes away, you won’t ever be pliant, you think. Only a mixture of sorrow under the rough hands of the man who shapes you, someone who couldn’t be considered a human, even though he acts, talks and sounds like him. No human would ever treat you like this, or be so cruel, to pretend like you love a real human girl, but all of it is lies, you lie to yourself to feel better about your delirium, to mend the cloud that forms whenever you whisper back “i love you toos”,

A sick joke, played out by an even sicker thought .

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lie to me and tell me albedos not into spanking…

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CUPIDS KINKTOBER 2024 !!

welcome to cupids first kinktober!! I’m so so excited to do this and it’s going to span over all three of my accounts !! @suneslvr @cupids-archives #requests are open 😇

current hyper fixations are, dc, mha, lmk, black myth wukong, creepypasta/slashers, degrees of lewdity, boyfriend to death(1+2)/tpof, scp, & genshin impact! If I don’t get a request for a specific day the default would be one of these fandoms. 💉

(all of these could be customized!)

₊˚♱ ━ October 1rst -- MONSTER?

🩸: your laying in bed on Halloween night. The air is cold and your bedroom is even colder. As you lure yourself asleep, you hear a ghostly sound oming from your closet!

💉: (stalker x fem!reader, stalking, dub/non-con, death threats, choking, and size kink.)

🔪: OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ October 5th — MR. SANDMAN!

🩸: your dreams are constantly plagued by a pale figure. Soon these dreams start to become a reality. Will you wake up before he catches you?

💉 : (dream-spirit x fem!reader, coercion, dub-con, overstim, dream-fucking, somnophilia.)

🔪 : OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ October 10th — DRACULA!

🩸: As a lonely adventurer you wander the 1800s Europeans streets looking for treasure and lost artifacts, soon you come across a castle with everything you’ve ever wanted, little do you know about the secret that lies above.

💉: (sealed! monster x fem! reader, blood play, religious text, monsterfucking, hallucinations, happy ending(?))

🔪: OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ October 15th — LOVE POTION.

🩸: you come back to town after a long vacation. Every person you come across has this love crazed look in their eye? You rush to return home after getting cornered by people you’ve thought were your friends? what’s gotten into everyone?!

💉: (threesomes, overstim, breeding, possessiveness, aphrodisiacs, mentions of non-con, and dub-con)

🔪: OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ October 20th — SERIAL KILLER!

🩸: An odd alert shows up on your phone? A serial killer has escaped! and it’s—? … soon you start to receive calls and messages from an unknown number. will you be the sadistic killers new victim?

💉: (knife play, dub-con to consenting, threats, mentions of murder/gore, mentions of rape.)

🔪 : OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ October 25th — THE CONJURING.

🩸: Series of people in your town have been found in massive murder-suicides. Some believe the small- time life finally got to them. others an otherworldly demon.

💉: (possession, mutual masturbation, monsterfucking, suicide/murder mention, dub-con)

🔪: OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ October 30th — UNDER LOCK AND KEY!

🩸: You’re invited to a Halloween party! Unfortunately the two of you get lost on the way there, however an old timely couple picks you up and allows you to stay for the weekend. Everything seems to get along quite nicely, except for the screaming you hear in the basement.

💉: (mentions of incest, gang-banging, corruption, cockwarming, cannibalism, brat taming,dacraphilia, drug use)

🔪: OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ OCTOBER 31RST — HALLOWEEN.

—- CHOOSE YOUR KINK. + YOUR CHARACTER!

🔪: OPEN. 🔪: OPEN. 🔪: OPEN

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thinking about teasing…

contains.. (grinding, office sex, pnv sex)

bending over in front of your easily flustered boyfriend can only go so far. tight pink panties showing under your short skirt, revealing just enough before standing up and pretending nothing happened. you know the effect you have on him but that doesn’t stop you from attempting to get him all hard and needy for you.

even going as far as to pretend to drop something just to get on your knees and crawl around. ass up in the air as you search for something for uncomfortably long, pouting suggestively.

you bend over the desk, ass in his face as you pretend to be grabbing paper, pretending to trip and fall right into his lap.

“ahh-! I’m sorry!!” you scream, being convincing as you can as you sit on his lap, pressing into his bulge. “Im so sorry sir..” you tease, still rubbing against him despite your apologetic regards.

you don’t even attempt to get to, slyly rubbing his cock through his pants, grinding on his dick while making innocent pleas. he doesn’t attempt to push you off, enjoying how he can feel you growing wet from under your panties but the heat rushing to his face is unpleasant, his dick becoming heavy in his pants.

“p-please..” he begs, tracing his hand down to your stomach and to your already swollen clit, the constant rubbing sends shivers up your spine, not even trying to hide your moans. you don’t say anything to him though.

his hands push you further down to his lap, his breath becoming heavy as he undoes his pants wasting no time before moving your wet panties to the side and pushing himself in.

he bites at your neck sucking on it as he bounces you on his cock, his breathing becoming faster and faster as his thrusts speed up.

“your such a good stress reliever darling”

your faves (🫶🏽)

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OFFICIALLY not taking requests for bungou stray dogs, the walten files, hazbin hotel, or any other anime!

this is now a mythology/video game only blog 🎀

after I answer all of my current requests, asks will be re opened! thank you. 🍒

check out my new anime/show blog!

@suneslvr (I will be writing for bsd here!)

or my horror blog @vrfinalgirl (I will be writing for horror here)

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BLOG & RULES! 🎀

masterlist 🍒 fandoms

BLOG!

this blog is a video game & mythology based writing blog 🍒.

I’m 19, 🇭🇹,🇫🇷, & 🇬🇭! as well as pansexual!

I write dark content including, yandere, non consensual sex, dubious consensual sex, kidnapping, & heavy and violent descriptions. (will be tagged next to the fandom as 🥀 my more vanilla content will be tagged with ♥️!)

my smut content will be tagged with “🍓 — nasty!” ( be sure to block tags that make you uncomfortable! )

RULES.

be kind and just respectful !

when asking, be very descriptive but do not add personal information. (as well as pictures)

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NAV! 🎀

MASTERLIST! —— FANDOMS! ——B & RULES!

OTHER BLOGS!

@vrfinalgirl = slasher & horror blog!

@jayelikestowrite = anime, show & book blog!

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MASTERLIST

fandoms 🍒 rules

♥️ = non-dark 🥀 = dark

🍒

.. LEGO MONKIE KID! 💋

.. OLD MASTERLIST!

.. GENSHIN IMPACT! 💋

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FANDOMS! (highlighted are my favs)

masterlist 🍒 rules

♥️ — lego monkie kid

♥️ — genshin impact

♥️ — black myth wukong

♥️ — obey me!

♥️ — devil may cry

♥️ — god of war

♥️ — record of ragnarok

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yes I’ll write for black myth wukong…. whose gonna stop me??