#new skill unlocked: drawing

[kausijuoppo]

Haukkumasanoja

[poorly-drawn-puppet-history]

"... THEN I GUESS IT'S GOD. HE'S GOT MORE SHIT TO MESS WITH, EVEN IF HIS PLACE IS FULL OF ANGEL DANDER."

[tj-crochets]

Once again no crafts to update, but here’s those fish I drew yesterday!

[the-avr-dude]

Her

[jumpscaregoose]

lmk brainworms coming back again

drew my favourite guys

[c-c-v]

I have apparently unlocked new drawing skill for a fandom:

Pokieeesss, it doesn't mean it isn't tedious or difficult- Getting Sneasler right enough was a pain, not to mention looking back constantly at pics/references but yeehh (got lazy with shading the Pawn and Deino-)

[anxiously-awaiting]

whatever weird depressive state ive been in is CANCELLED the halloween event with bedi in it has started and i can indulge in my favorite past time: making the numbers go up

[bugtransport]

maybe spending the last couple months painstakingly working on things that i wanna be really really good and look perfect to me because they're gonna be in things with other people has actually made it so that when i draw something sketchy for myself i'm fine with it actually. because i'm looking at that hanamoto art and i'm like damn even today this is not half bad

[draculasbane]

When I say drawing Jeff has improved my process of drawing/painting ppl it’s crazy

[hoesformatt]

LOW

“whatever you want, don’t call me”

“I need you to get the fuck out of my space”

“I’m fuckin, I ain’t making love no more”

chris smut/angst (first angst y’all), FOR THE CHALLENGE @annamcdonalds67 + THANK YOU FOR 1800?!?! WTF THERE’S 1800 OF THE FREAKS

toxic ex!dom!chris • poc!reader friendly

contains: oral (female!receiving), missionary, kinda angsty, pet names, no use of y/n

word count: 1.4k

partially proofread

Booty calls, all the fucking time, does he never think a bitch is tired? He broke up with me two weeks ago just to fuck some lame ass blonde bitch that he was texting while we were dating. In his defence ‘It’s not cheating if I broke up with you before I even fucked her’. What type of fuckboy shit is that?

It’s the 6th call from a 3rd No Caller ID and I’ve had about enough of it, I shut off my phone leaving my device to charge on my bedside table.

I raced down my stairs, pulling down my shorts because my thighs were rubbing. I turned on the tv to take my mind off but I heard a ping from my iPad.

Shaye⛽️

how you been holding up bae

Give me a fucking break. I just get out of a relationship and she’s too busy trying to scissor me?

My stud-plug texted me for the millionth time of the week, can people get out my phone and mind their own business? I guess that’s my fault for telling her about my situation with my now ex-boyfriend, we were getting high and I got off topic or whatever. I debated on blocking her knowing that I can’t, cause as much as I display my tits to a store owner they weren’t going to sell kush to someone ‘underage’.

I was in need to disconnect from everyone by turning off my iPad rolling my eyes while grabbing an energy drink from the fridge.

In time, I got back on my phone having nothing better to do as I had already developed a headache. I scrolled through instagram being unamused by everything until Jana sent me a photo of a random girl. ‘I found her’, I knew I could count on her. When I first saw the blonde bitch on my ex boyfriend’s camera roll I sent the photo to myself then sent it to Jana to do her investigation skills.

I searched her profile and saw a bunch of bikini photos, picture of flowers and photos of herself. What does she have that I don’t? Cause she most definitely does not have these curves. I brushed it off and called it his loss because at the end of the day, he’s the one blowing my phone up.

Unknown

I need to talk to you

Don’t block me

I’m coming over

Who the fuck does he think he’s talking to?

I checked that the text was sent 28 minutes ago and I heard a car pull up in the driveway. I ran to the door holding the doorknob when he was unlocking the door. “I swear to— OPEN THE DOOR!”

“You better fucking leave!”

“OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR” He pushed the door with force sending me almost flying. He shut the door locking it behind him as I rushed to the kitchen shaking my head “I can’t believe this shits happening right now” I cursed under my breath.

“Did you miss me” His lips curled into a smile looking down at my ass before I turned around and caught him. “It seems more like you miss me, blowing up my phone and showing up at my door?” Our eyes were locked and tense along with the air in the room.

“I’m not sucking your dick.” Chris scoffed, walking towards me “so you’re gonna ride me?” I pushed him away the folding my arms looking at him with a ‘are you fucking serious’ face.

Unbe-fucking-lieveable.

“Go get that flat corny ass blonde bitch to ride your small dick” He raised his eyebrows being taken aback from my remark “that’s a new low for you ma, you know that’s not true—and I don’t want her, I want you” I laughed. I laughed hard in his face making him scrunch his face.

“You realised she didn't have what I got?” I continued to laugh “that’s what happens when you don’t appreciate what you have”. Fuck face. Chris clenched his jaw drawing a deep breath in before gripping my wrist, taking me behind the kitchen counter.

“Bend over” He ordered I sternly looked at him with a stone “tell me that you want me to leave”. Chris stopped his actions waiting on my response. The healing part of me wants him to leave but I honestly want him to put on me, and good so I stayed quiet. “Bend over. Now” I let Chris spin me around and arch my back across the counter.

Chris yanked off my shorts, spanking my ass leaving a stinging sensation, then kneading it to ease the pain. He leaned over to my ear “you’re so beautiful mama” I slightly smiled at his compliment as he snaked his hand into my panties, rubbing my clit and feeling my wetness “this is the last i’m fucking you” he chuckled with cockiness.

“Get up on the counter baby, I wanna eat you out” I immediately climbed onto the counter, lying on my back and the cold granite sending shivers down my spine. The brunette pulled my thong to the side while he was going on his knees, inserting his tongue between my folds making me gasp.

The warmth of Chris’ tongue on my cunt made my back arch and he sucked on my clit. My eyes flutters close from all the pleasure and Chris twisted his tongue in pussy, cleaning up all my juices in one lick “I can’t get enough of you, can’t believe I let this pussy go” he began to push a finger deep into my cunt “Fuckkkk—” My moans dragged out from between my lips as I felt my climax.

I gripped on his brunette locks waving my hip towards his face while he placed wet kisses on clit. I gasped loudly as Chris sloppily licked off all liquids while they came out “such a sweet pussy that cums just for me” he kissed my inner thighs, the spots darkening.

Chris pulled me off the counter, carrying my naked body to my room, laying me on the bed with my legs spread open. He slid his tip across my wet, sensitive slit, coating the head of cock with my wetness.

Pressing his tip to my hole, he groaned entering my tight pussy. “You’re so tightttt” I tensed up the more his inches entered my cunt. Did he get bigger? My eyes began to water as I felt his cock hit my tensed walls “relax mama” his hand was on my stomach feeling for dick that’s creating a little poke. I took a deep breath, exhale trying to stop tensing as he began to thrust into me.

Hands gripping on my hips, small moans escaped my lips, feeling his length abuse my walls with every thrust becoming harder than the last. Chris lowered himself for lips to kiss neck then in the crevice where his forehead was on my pillow making our bodies collide.

I opened my eyes with Chris’ hair laid on my cheek realizing this was the closest me and him have ever been and kind of scared of it but he started to kiss my jaw as if he could tell what I was thinking “c’mon baby”

My walls tightened around his cock making it harder for him to ram into me. Instead he hit in a different angle hitting my g-spot “please Christopher, right there” I placed my nails on his back, scratching it up while doing. My breathes were laboured with the rush of my orgasm was about to come and his thrusts got sloppy up until I came and he did also inside of me

“Fuck baby” post-nut clarity hit me while Chris leaned in to kiss me and I shoved him away by his chest “get out” I said quiet but loud enough for him to hear “what do you mean—” he looked at me lost and confused “I mean get the fuck out my bed Chris”. I got out the bed naked picking up his discarded clothing from the floor of my bedroom

“We can work this out baby you know this” He put on his jeans buttoning them up before looking up at my bare body “GET THE FUCK OUT MY HOUSE CHRISTOPHER, YOU KNOW YOU SHOULDN’T BE HERE” Chris backed up as I pointed to my door collecting the rest of his shit before leaving.

Worst ex, but great sex

tags: @lunariaxzz @chrissturniolosbitch @leahsbussy @luv4kozume @mattslolita @muwapsturniolo @idkwhosnyla @strniohoeee @iiheartstef @nonamegirlxsturniolo @ka1nani @1800chokedathoe @fuzzycupcakebeliever @mattgirly @love4chris @mattslutt @nicksmainbitch @luhsexcbihh @hearts4chriss @thesturniolos @junnnilieee07

[elementroar]

Analysis behind the backstory and personal story arcs of A.B.A. and Paracelsus (part 1)

Sorry for the people who waited. Technical and real life delays and all that. On the positive, I happened to run into new resources in the past two days that have helped lining up the facts easier.

Anyway, I originally wanted to compress all the lore into a single post, but I find it’s so much more massive once you really dig into the analysis between the story across multiple mediums, the in-game animations and interactions etc. To make this more readable for you all and to make creating these posts faster, I’m going to separate them up into parts that focus on different facets of their relationship and lore as I progress through them.

This first part goes into their origins, and I hope this big post helps to thoroughly explain who/what A.B.A. and Paracelsus are, their backstories prior to STRIVE, and my own analysis sprinkled on top. I want to try to keep the info/lore dump minimal and focused, so if I mention a character without elaborating, I’ll leave a link but if I’m not elaborating more, it’s because they’re not relevant to A.B.A/Paracelsus' stories that much.

Related links:

Analysis of Paracelsus' initial bloodlust and its longlasting effects on A.B.A (Part 2)

This is the "Why ABA and Paracelsus can feel horny" lore/theory post

The beginning with A.B.A.

First off, to introduce their individual origins, it’s easiest to start with A.B.A. She’s a homunculus, an artificial lifeform created by a scientist in his mansion, which was located in the mountains of a region called Frasco or Flask. But before she was ‘born’, her creator had been taken away by the military for his skills in creating artificial life, and so A.B.A. woke up alone.

Despite this, within the 10 years she spent alone in the mansion she was able to learn to read, write, and even create some alchemical magic (seen in some of her attacks in games before -STRIVE-). It’s assumed either she was created with a set of memories and skills, or she naturally learns very quickly. It’s probably due to reading leftover journals and research materials that she even learnt her creator’s name was Paracelsus.

Technically, A.B.A. could’ve left the manor quite easily, there was even a village not far from them. However, she understood that she knew nothing about the world outside and was scared to leave the safety of the manor by venturing outside to explore the unknown world. But she did yearn for freedom and to leave Frasco, so she took to fixating on keys, which she found fascinating in being able to unlock doors to different places.

In the last bit of her 10 years in Frasco, A.B.A would accidentally cross paths with the hidden the demon axe Flament Nagel (which she would later rename to ‘Paracelsus’ in honour of her creator, or just cos that’s the only other name she actually knew).

What’s a demon axe doing here anyway?

So what is Paracelsus? He is what’s known as a magical foci, which are objects or even people that get a soul or a collection of memories/emotions/desires attached to them, which eventually leads to them gaining sentience and often supernatural abilities. They draw from the Backyard, which is basically where the information that makes up all reality is stored in the Guilty Gear world, and also the source of magic. This is the origin of ‘demons’ within the GG world, like Paracelsus.

The story of how Paracelsus/Flament Nagel ended up in Frasco actually involves the ancient Nightwalker (technically not a vampire but he's basically a vampire without the bad stuff) known as Slayer.

Now Slayer is this incredibly old, incredibly strong vampire Nightwalker, who nonetheless is a very nice guy who doesn’t need to feed on regular people because his wife, Sharon, is a deathless woman that he can feed on indefinitely without worrying about her dying.

Because of his immense age (AFAIK he’s the oldest of the main GG cast) and overwhelming power (he always holds back in-game), he has very insightful observations of Paracelsus and A.B.A.

The following screenshots are excerpts taken from the English transcript (available here) translated from the Night of Knives Vol.2 audio drama CD (you can listen to it here), and are from the perspective of Slayer recounting his encounters with Paracelsus and A.B.A.

Sometime near the end of the 100 year long war between Gears and humans known as the Crusades, Slayer was roaming a battlefield and came across a mountain of corpses of both Gears and humans. In the middle of it was a wandering blood covered warrior that was swinging an axe wildly. After confronting the man, Slayer realized that it was the axe that was the true master, the man had already lost his mind and was under its full control.

That axe called itself Flament Nagel aka the Flaming Nail, or the Sanguine Gale. I'll still be referring to him as Paracelsus at this point in time though.

Now magical foci start off simple-minded, only repeating small word fragments, and evolve over time to become more intelligent and sapient. At this point, young Paracelsus was a demon axe who had just gained sentience on that battlefield. Hot-headed and hungry for blood, and wanting to prove his combat superiority, he challenged Slayer and got curb stomped. Slayer was disappointed in how primitive Paracelsus still was in mind and soul, so he left him there to rust.

However eventually, Paracelsus was picked up from that battlefield and was sent to the alchemist Paracelsus, creator of A.B.A. We don’t know if the alchemist knew what the demon axe was, or whether he even requested him specifically for research. But the alchemist ultimately didn’t let Paracelsus out, not letting him take control over him and hiding him somewhere in the depths of his mansion.

(Inaccurate information removed, updating with A.B.A.'s JP GG World entry from XRD)

It would be after A.B.A.’s 10 year long isolation that she decided for reasons unknown, to leave the mansion and explore the outside world. By pure chance, she comes across Paracelsus, who because kinda resembled a key, she immediately picked up and she fell in love with him and decided they were married from then on.

Becoming her key

It's always been known that Paracelsus has some form of empathic abilities, and that he could tell that A.B.A. was fixated on keys and assumed the shape of a giant key to entice her to wield him. This was also the first ‘manipulation’ that Paracelsus admitted he had done to A.B.A. during their heart-to-heart talk.

It’s been further clarified in this recent interview, that it wasn’t so much Paracelsus deliberately taking the form of a key to attract ABA, but because ABA had been so heavily fixated on keys that she saw Paracelsus as a key straight away. That image she had of him as a key seemed to immediately imprint itself on him the moment she touched him, because of his true nature as “an axe (that) transforms into the owner’s image” of what his wielder wants him to be.

Slayer actually did mention this was likely the case over 20 IRL years ago in the audio drama CD, when he observed Paracelsus behaviour with A.B.A. in their second encounter.

Because A.B.A. never sees Paracelsus as a weapon, Paracelsus began to change to fit her ideal of what she saw him as, to become something more than just a weapon, and allowing Paracelsus to truly change and evolve physically and emotionally.

It’s important to note, Paracelsus isn’t bound to his wielder, and he doesn’t HAVE to allow this to happen either. Despite being dragged around by A.B.A. and acting like he has no autonomy; he actually has all the power to stop her from the start.

As Slayer notes, Para still has the power to completely take over A.B.A. 's mind and force her to do what he wants if he is truly unhappy. However he has never even threatened A.B.A. with this ability, and if not for Slayer knowing his past, no one would know Paracelsus actually can do this.

Whether consciously or subconsciously, Para was becoming more than just a demon axe from the moment he met A.B.A., and in his heart of hearts, he was begrudgingly accepting of his then situation-ship with her.

Fast forward to STRIVE and it's shown that he still continues to evolve to fulfill her 'vision' of what he is. When described as becoming more key-like, it's more obvious when you place both his old and new design side-by-side.

Notably, the blade part of his axe form has gotten smaller by STRIVE, just as he has sworn off violence and bloodshed by STRIVE.

It's even shown in how A.B.A. wields him., especially when Para partially possess or influences A.B.A. in his Muroha mode in the old games (mechanically this is the Jealous Mode in STRIVE). A.B.A. would wield him like a proper 'axe' blade-first in XX/ACCENT CORE. In STRIVE, since A.B.A. is now the dominant one in Jealous Rage mode, she doesn't wield him like an axe and now wields him by...bashing his head into people.

(Also I'll be going over the in-game animations and what they convey in a future post, don't you worry! You can view the comparison compilation here first.)

This even is shown in how A.B.A. uses Paracelsus as an actual key in her Overdrive "Keeper of the Key", which is a new move for her.

If we go further, I have speculated in this semi-crack theory that due to A.B.A. also interjecting her ideal of Paracelsus being her spouse over the years, that him actually 'reacting' to her advances now could also be an example of his evolution.

Even if he's trying REAL hard not to.

Hope this was an enjoyable read, let me know if you have any suggestions for improving readability or other stuff. Feel free to ask me questions through the inbox in the mean time that I'm working on the next part.

The next part is going to be analyzing and comparing Paracelsus' XX/ACCENT CORE Muroha mode to STRIVE's Jealous Rage mode, which has quite a bit of detail from comparing their effects on A.B.A. in in-game sprites/animations, plus how it reflects on the change in their power dynamics between games.

Edit: Part 2 available here

[judebelle]

hi girl! i would love to read something about soft sex with kylian maybe after watching a movie, him being so whipped with reader

phrases of praise - k.m. x reader

a/n : i dont expect this to get a lot of attention since there isn't much kylian content out rn lol.. also first kylian post whattt? also gonna use some of my french speaking skills for this fic (i can barely hold a conversation in french)

cw : soft smut, swearing, fluff, unprotected (wrap b4 u tap)

pairing : kylian mbappe x fem!reader

wc : 1.2k

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kylian and you were curled up on his bed, the soft glow of the movie casting a warm ambiance around the two of you. as the film unfolded on the screen, your attention wandered away, replaced by an unspoken desire that pulsed between you.

fingers intertwined, your so-called 'subtle touches' grew more deliberate, tracing gentle patterns on each other's skin. the movie became background noise, both of you lost in the magnetic pull drawing you closer.

your eyes met, and in that moment, the room seemed to close in - leaving only the two of you enveloped in each other's warmth.

as the film became a mere afterthought, kylian's touch became the only thing on your mind.

his hand, initially resting on your waist, ventured along the curve of your back, sending shivers along your spine. the intimacy between you deepened with every lingering caress, creating a delicate balance between passion and restraint.

kylian's touch became a message of desire, his fingers now tracing the delicate lines of your neck and collarbone. you, in turn, responded to the growing intensity, your breath quickening with each tender stroke.

the tension between the two of you flooded the room, leaving you both drowning, needing each other to breathe.

"y/n.." kylian whispered in your ear before his soft lips danced along your shoulder. your eyes shut at that, lip bitten as you laid there and relished in his touch.

his words finally registered, and you let out a low hum in response.

"need you so bad.. please, amor."

you, caught in the enchanting spell of kylian's voice, couldn't resist the temptation any longer. you let out a soft gasp as kylian's hands continued unlocking a new world of sensations within you.

you turned around to face him. your eyes, glimmering with the light of the tv, connecting with his. they were filled to the brim with lust and desire.

your lips finally met in a tender, passionate kiss that spoke the words the two of you could not choke out. you melted into the warmth of the moment.

the outside world faded away as you surrendered to the growing intensity between your legs.

kylian's hands ventured beneath the soft fabric of your shirt. the warmth of his touch sent a shudder through your bones. a soft moan escaped your lips.

the kiss deepened as kylian's fingertips traced intricate patterns along the small of your back. you, overcome by the intoxicating sensations, surrendered under his touch, your breath hitching with every caress.

the room seemed to close around both of you as kylian's hands explored further. every other thought that may have crossed his mind ceased to exist, and the only thing that mattered was your body underneath him.

fueled by a desire that might've been stronger than his, you let your fingers trace a tantalizing path along kylian's neck and shoulders.

you skillfully navigated your way to the warmth of his bare torso. kylian reveled in the intense feel of your touch, and couldn't help but let out a low sigh, proof of the pleasure coursing through him.

the air between your bodies thickened with an unspoken understanding as your hands continued to explore the contours of his abs, his burning skin feeling amazing against yours.

each gentle stroke, each caress, painted an intimate picture of longing.

with a shared glance heavy with desire, kylian began to lift the barrier of fabric that separated you from him. your eyes locked onto his, allowing the anticipation to build. your breath caught in your throat as your top slid off, revealing your soft skin.

as kylian's hands travelled tenderly, the embrace of his touch lingered. as he unclasped your bra, your back arched into his.

the warmth of your bodies pressed against each other only urging him to pleasure you further. kylian's fingers explored the soft curve of your breast, an passionate action.

time seemed to suspend between your eager bodies.

as his hands continued grazing your hot skin, his lips finally met with your breast. a soft gasp escaped your lips, and you arched further into his touch, losing yourself in the intensity of the moment.

kylian's sucks and bites were a mixture of love and lust, each one leaving a mark on the surface of your skin.

your fingers instinctively found their way to his head. you pulled him closer to you before letting out another moan.

"kyky, mon dieu.." (kyky, my god..)

kylian's hands traced a slow path down your body. as his fingers ventured lower, a breathless moan escaped your lips.

he murmured out, his voice a sultry whisper, "tu te sens incroyable contre moi." (you feel incredible against me.)

his hand found it's target, connecting with your clit. overcome with pleasure, you could only respond with a fervent gasp. your hand locking onto kylian's bicep.

the room echoed with the sweet sounds of your intimacy.

your breath became erratic as his fingers worked magic against your nerves. kylian, becoming harder from your body's response, intensified his movements.

your body quivered as your orgasm drew near. you couldn't contain any longer. with a breathless cry, you succumbed to the waves of bliss crashing over you.

kylian, observing your every reaction to the sensations, found himself biting back a satisfied grin.

kylian, locked eyes with you. a silent understanding passed between the two of you. kylian removed his shorts, and with a newfound intensity, positioned himself between your legs. his cock entered your sensitive and throbbing warmth in the form of a slow and gentle stroke.

you clung to his body. your breath caught in your throat, choking any sounds down. kylian, with a whisper against your ear, spoke out phrases of praise.

"so good f'me."

"love how you feel around me, fuck."

"i've never felt anything like this, my god!"

kylian continued his movements as per your loud requests. the room echoed with the soft sounds of sex - the subtle gasps, your synchronized breaths, and his groans of pleasure.

your every response beneath his touch fueled his own desire.

as you both neared the edge, kylian's movements became increasingly fervent. you could feel the growing tension within him in the way he panted against your neck, bit hickies on your soft skin, and how his hands held your hips into place. he pushed you down into the soft mattress. his hips snapped into yours roughly. you began to feel him twitch in you.

his skilled fingers dipped down to massage your clit once again. you arched your back. a guttural moan escaped your lips as the waves of pleasure surged through you.

"kylian!"

kylian only rubbed faster as his hips stuttered. he quickly pushed you over the edge, your body trembling with the force of your second orgasm.

in urgency, kylian chased his own release. with guttural moans, he thrusted deeper and harder. the soft rustling of sheets merged together with the heavy smell of sex in the room.

with a final, breathless moan, he filled you up, leaving you both spent.

[succubusonthedoorstep]

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ArtTeacher! Geto x Fem Reader! ᖭི༏ᖫྀ (1.1 Word Count.)

Warnings? Gojo's sweet tooth, shy reader, vibrator use, butt plugs, edging, implied cunnilingus? jealousy, peeking down shirts, sir kink. painting is Geto's love language. +18 Only! No Minors Allowed! (Part Two.)

Author's Notes? still writing my jean and eren x reader fic, but here's something I've been sitting on for a moment!! <3 (Like, reblog, and comment please!)

ArtTeacher!Geto who enjoys instructing the acrylic painting weekend course. He’s been at it for about a year, lending his Sundays to locals and students. Most looking to sharpen their skills but some seeking a new pastime. Gojo did him a favor, pulling strings at the university to give Geto a classroom (with air conditioning!) rather than the offered room in the student center. However, it was pretty isolated, a feature he learned to love after meeting you.

ArtTeacher!Geto unlocks his door an hour before his class is due to start. Students seldom came early but he left the option open anyway. Sometimes Gojo visited, usually to hand him some small, sweet cake he couldn’t help but rave about. While cleaning the paint palettes and setting up for class, the door slams shut from behind him. 

ArtTeacher!Geto whips around, eyes landing on you. He couldn’t help but immediately notice how cute you were, holding art supplies in your arms. The faucet dripped lightly behind him, brushes now forgotten. His thin white button-down shirt was rolled up to his elbows, a feature your eyes lingered on as you started explaining.  “Sorry for the scare, I know your class doesn’t start for another half an hour…” 

ArtTeacher!Geto alleviates your worries, insisting he’d never turn away an eager student. He stops what he was doing to help you set up on the easel closest to his desk, asking why he’d never seen you in his class before. 

ArtTeacher!Geto can’t listen more intently to you speak. Your voice was melodic to him, echoing slightly from the walls when you laugh at his joke about leaving home. You just moved into the city for a job opportunity and wanted to socialize in a familiar place, the art studio. He noticed some of your paints were used and you held the brush the same way he did. You were no amateur, that was for sure.

ArtTeacher!Geto’s mood goes sour once class starts. He generally enjoyed his classes, but he only wanted to be around you today. Of course, he'll still play his role well- complimenting brush strokes, giving feedback, and staring contemplatively at completed works. The whole time he’s thinking of you on the other side of the room. The image of you, in his well-lit traditionally styled studio, made his heart jump. You’d be wearing the thinnest, finest silk as you lounge for him across a chaise sofa. 

He could torture you for hours there- a plug up your ass and a vibrator for your pussy whenever he’d get bored with his work. Geto would paint you for hours, finding joy in matching his paints to your skin tone, lips, and nipples. (Even if the silk limited his view.) 

‘Enjoying the view, Geto?’ You ask, holding your arm over the end of the sofa like he asked. ‘I’ve never seen you take so long for a sketch.’

“Patience, patience,” he cooed, taking another slick glance at your most intimate parts while you yawn. “So many details to take note of, it won’t be a worthy painting of you if I miss a single one.” His easel was positioned for you as well. You had the perfect view of him working and could lean over the other end of the couch to check his progress.

Both of you knew that was out of the question, however. The little pink toy between your legs prevented any unauthorized movement. Geto was a cruel lover- dragging you just to the edge of orgasm only to press the toy to your hole and call you greedy for needing more.

Without warning the toy came to life, buzzing lowly and drawing soft breaths from your mouth. Geto, no longer interested in painting, watched your reactions with the matching remote in one hand as he palmed his cock with the other. 

“You won’t cum,” he challenged, turning the vibrator up to a higher setting. He watched as you squirmed in ecstasy, his teasing from earlier coming back for you. Leaning back onto the arm of the couch, you spread your legs for Geto’s view and let him hear the sweet moans he loved so much.

“Missing all those d-details,” you expressed, hips lifting from the sofa in pleasure. Geto couldn’t take his eyes off of you. “Is this part of your creative process?” You asked, sliding the silk robe up your legs and exposing your glistening cunt.

The stool he sat on fell over at the force he used to stand up and make his way over to the couch. Geto’s knees met the floor harshly, hands finding your thighs to push them apart and make room for his face. 

“Just need a closer look, is all…”

ArtTeacher!Geto’s fantasy is ruined at the trilling of his alarm bell. Class was over. His students were already packed and filing out of class, their goodbye’s drowned out by him searching for you.

ArtTeacher!Geto smiles when he catches your eye and waves you over. His smile falters as he watches you wave goodbye to a third-year at the university, some kid with pink hair. Geto pushes his jealousy off; he’s never in competition.

ArtTeacher!Geto has to hide a smirk when you approach his desk, clearly in high spirits.

“Thank you for class, sir. I met a lot of good people,” You gush, and Geto has to push in his chair more at the name. “I’d love to come back, when’s the next-”

“Next Sunday,” He recites it like the gospel now. The tightness in his pants only gets worse as he watches you take a sticky note from his desk and scribble your name and number on it. Geto casts a brief look down your shirt when you bend over to write, silently thankful for a memory he can use later.

ArtTeacher!Geto takes the sticky note from you with an appreciative grin, brushing his fingers with yours and melting when a flustered look crossed your face, breaking eye contact.

“See you next week, sir.”

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So I wrote a whole long thing about Amy's tarot cards, but what about, you know... the rest of the Sonic Frontiers DLC? The new alternate story route, the hours of new gameplay, all that?

Having now played it, I'm not sure Sonic has ever had this specific combination of good ideas that make the future of the series look bright, and execution that I fucking hate.

(Full spoilers ahead.)

The good

There's a lot to like here, conceptually.

First and foremost, Tails, Knuckles, and Amy are finally playable in a new mainline 3D Sonic game for the first time since 2006! Seventeen years! We've been begging for this for so very, very long. Nature is finally truly healing from the fallout of Sonic '06. Early on I hedged my bets and expected them to be locked to Cyber Space or something like that, assuming that there was no way they'd be fully playable in the Open Zone. But sure enough, while they're a bit limited compared to Sonic, they're still all full-blown characters with skill trees to unlock and lots of exploration to do.

We also got a more bombastic alternate final boss fight, after the first take on The End kind of underwhelmed. And it's obvious that Sonic Team has listened to our pleas to focus on the 3D platforming over the forced 2D sections, and to reduce the amount of automation in the level design. This update is chock full of Actual Platforming. Wow! I can only pray this means we never get an area as agonizing to explore as Chaos Island again.

Sure, there's still some jank - especially with Knuckles' movement, which is kinda rough. But if this is the stuff they're trying out so that they can refine it further for the next game, then I'm really excited.

On the other hand, good fucking lord is The Final Horizon tedious. And that tedium sapped most of the fun out of it for me.

The frustrating

The new scenario massively increases the difficulty over the base game, seemingly out of a desire to give the hardcore players who were posting speedrun videos and whatnot more of a challenge. It's the Super Mario Bros.: The Lost Levels of Sonic. This difficulty comes in many forms throughout your playtime, some worse than others, and continues to ramp up over time.

Rather than giving you a tutorial level, the new scenario dumps you directly into a remixed version of the final island and makes you do some fairly precise platforming with Amy, Knuckles, and Tails - new characters with new movesets that you won't have any experience with. You'll also need to find character-specific Koco that give you free levels, because Sonic's friends all start at level one and certain locked moves in their skill trees will be mandatory to progress. They don't even have Cyloop unlocked at the start. And because they're all low level, that means you'd better steer clear of the beefed-up bosses scattered around the map, which will absolutely annihilate Sonic's friends. (I honestly just avoided them and never bothered beating any of them, not even with my high-level Sonic. I have no idea if they're beatable with the others.)

None of this is explained to you particularly well. I spent my first few minutes with Amy wondering why the attack button did nothing, only to eventually think to check her skill tree and realize that I had to unlock her basic attack. If you don't bother to take the time to read through the skill trees, you'll very quickly find obstacles you have no way of getting past with no clues as to what exactly you're supposed to do.

Adding to this confusion is the fact that objective markers often tell you to go half a kilometer into the sky, and you'll have no idea how to get up there because all of the relevant platforms are out of your draw distance. Many objects seem to only pop in for me when I'm within about 60 meters of them, which isn't a long distance for a high-speed open world platformer like this. I was having this problem running the game with high graphics on PC, so I can only imagine how obnoxious it is on Switch. I'd frequently find myself poking around nearby clusters of platforming objects and praying that they'd lead me to a spring, rail, or cannon that would eventually point me in the direction of the floating objective marker.

There were always complaints about the art direction in Frontiers and the way it relies on floating rails and prefab platforms that are visually disconnected from the natural scenery of the islands, but it's even more dire here. The new platforming sections are dense and complex, but they seemingly didn't have the budget to change the topography of Ouranos Island at all, so it all takes the form of these prefabs. It very strongly gives the vibe of a Forge creation in Halo 3, back when there were no blank canvas maps and people just had to make "new maps" by jamming a bunch of shipping containers and barricades together in the sky above one of the default arenas.

I was still more or less having fun, though, despite the jank. It's a big creative swing, I told myself! They're trying stuff out! They're experimenting!

And then I hit the towers.

The towers are agonizing because they're SO close to being great. The logical part of my brain understands why some people love them, but god, I just fucking hate them. The platforming there IS cool! These layouts are cool! The individual challenges along the way are a bit tough, but totally doable. You know what's not cool? Making one mistake and slowly falling 800 meters all the way back down to the ground, forcing you to start over. Because none of these towers have checkpoints. For me, this one decision transforms what should have been a fun set of platforming challenges into a massive, unfun difficulty spike.

I enjoy some masocore platformers, but those are typically games with quick deaths and restarts like Celeste, Super Meat Boy, or VVVVVV. Hell, the Mario games tend to get way more difficult than the average Sonic game, and those are obviously all great. Quite frankly, unlike those games, Sonic Frontiers is nowhere near tight or polished enough to make this difficulty feel fair. Bits of jank that I could ignore in the base game due to its lower difficulty are now matters of life or death. Missing a jump because I boosted off an incline in a way the game didn't like for reasons I don't understand is not fun. Falling off a tower because the camera was pointing in the wrong direction while I was in midair and I couldn't see the next thing I was expected to homing attack is not fun.

And it's such a jarring spike when moving from the base game to the DLC that it feels like the game is suddenly quizzing me on skills it never bothered to instill in me. Maybe if you've spent the last year labbing out the movement tech in this game this is all a no brainer, but for the average returning player it's a kick in the dick.

I'm sure I could've beaten these towers normally if I gave them enough tries. They aren't the hardest thing in the world. But I very quickly decided I had better things to do with my life and turned on easy mode, which adds tons of extra springs and homing attack balloons to make all of the platforming piss easy. I wish there was a middle option between Only Up: Sonic Edition and this extreme hand holding, but when given the choice between the two I gladly picked baby mode. I just wanted to see the story.

(The new Cyber Space levels are also long, challenging, and devoid of checkpoints, not unlike the towers. But I only ever found the entrances to two of them. So I only did two. They're theoretically required, because they give you "Lookout Koco" that you need for... some reason? But in a rare act of mercy, Sonic Team put Cyloop treasure spots that give you free Lookout Koco all over the map.)

As I continued, so many little things started adding up to piss me off. Why do you only reveal like five tiny squares of the map at a time? I would've loved to find all the new 1-on-1 dialogue scenes, but not if I had to do dozens of hard mode versions of the stupid little puzzles and challenges to reveal the whole map. Why does every character need their own unique collectibles? What is this, Donkey Kong 64? Why can't I just grab this EXP for Amy when I find it as Tails? Why can I only manually swap characters by talking to an out-of-the-way NPC unlocked right before the final boss? Why is fast travel disabled? Why are the new vocal themes you hear when playing as Amy, Knuckles, and Tails so monotonous, with a single verse repeating over lo-fi beats ad nauseum? Why is the jukebox feature completely disabled throughout the DLC, even after rolling the credits? Why can't Tails homing attack? Why do I have to wrestle with the camera so much while also holding the jump button to fly as Knuckles and Tails? How many right thumbs do they think I have? Why is this animation for picking up animals in the Cyber Space levels so incredibly slow, and why can I still take damage while it's playing? Why does the stupid starfall event have to make it so hard to see what I'm doing when climbing these towers? Why does this shitty combat trial have a popup that makes it seem like I should be using the Cyloop when the actual strategy revolves around repeated parries? And on and on and on...

The story

What about the new story? Well, there sadly isn't much to chew on here. Most of the DLC has the cast running around and finding different macguffins for arbitrary reasons, as part of some sort of plan to divide up the work on the last island so that Sonic can go train with the spirits of the Ancients and harness the power of his cyber corruption. What the fuck is an Impact Form? I don't know, but Knuckles needs something to do, so go find one.

It's a thin excuse plot meant to make you do platforming challenges around Ouranos Island, with little room for Ian to add any real flavor of his own, even though he certainly tries. Having Sonic meet the spirits of the Ancients who controlled the Titans, who are revealed to directly parallel the personalities of him and his friends, is kinda neat, I guess? It's something. The optional conversations seem to have some fun bits, including both conversations between the supporting cast and additional lore. But again, I only found a few of those because of how tedious filling out the map was.

The writing is also let down by the voice acting - or I guess the voice direction, because I know this cast can do better. Roger's voice continues to be weirdly, distractingly deep as Sonic, which was clearly something that was requested of him just for this game. (For a recent example of him going back to his regular Sonic voice, see this LEGO trailer.) The performances of Sonic's friends are also WILDLY mismatched. This is most clear when they start feeling the effects of the cyber corruption. Knuckles seems to be barely affected at all, Tails sounds like he's moderately hurt and low on energy, and Amy starts completely overselling her pain out of nowhere. The extremely strained performance makes it sound like Cindy's literally being tortured in the fucking booth. I have no idea what's going on over there.

The final challenges

People have debated whether or not things like the towers and the new Cyber Space levels are fair challenges. What's not up for debate is the fact that Master King Koco's Trial is complete and utter bullshit, and I can't believe they shipped this.

Before you can fight the new final boss, the game forces you to do a boss rush of the first three Titans - INCLUDING the pre-Super Sonic climbing sections - with a hard limit of 400 rings. For all three lengthy, heavily scripted fights. Back to back. You can't even cheese it with the leveling system, because you're forced to do this at level 1. This all but forces you to look up speedrun strats for the Super Sonic fights so that you don't run out of rings and fail the trial.

And the real kicker? They changed the parry just for this trial! Originally, you could just hold down the bumpers endlessly and Sonic would ready himself to parry the next attack, whenever that may hit. Now it requires you to do a "Perfect Parry" with specific timing. And you HAVE to hit those parries if you wanna clear this trial and get to the new ending. Miss a few and you're probably fucked. You just have to reset. Time to go through all those fights, all those climbing sequences, all those QTEs, and all those unskippable mid-fight cutscenes all over again. This is by far the most egregious example of the DLC deciding to quiz you on new skills that the base game never required of you, and it's one of the most absurdly unfair things I have ever seen in a Sonic game.

Easy mode does make this trial easier by making the timing window for Perfect Parries much more generous, but that's all the help you get. It's still easy to lose time failing to parry Wyvern's hard-to-read animations, or to lose rings by getting hit on the climb sections, or for things to just fuck up because these fights were always kinda jank. I gave it a few shots. I looked up guide videos. I tried the Quick Cyloop and stomp combo strat that seems all but mandatory. But I quickly decided that, again, this wasn't a worthwhile use of my time. It just sucks. And I really, REALLY didn't want to overwrite all my fond memories of these Titan fights, some of my favorite setpiece moments in any Sonic game, with memories of this shit ass boss rush.

So I cheated! And if you're on PC, you should too.

With the worst hurdle out of the way, I turned cheats back off and moved on to the new final boss. It was pretty cool. It's much flashier than the original fight against The End, that's for sure. It's still kinda annoying, and it requires you to do very specific shit without properly telegraphing it, but it's nowhere near as bad as the preceding challenges. I was hoping for one last new metalcore song to go with the new fight, which we sadly didn't get, but at least the new version of I'm Here is good.

The ending is... mostly the same, with a couple altered scenes that don't really change anything in the long run. But overall the new finale was pretty good. I just wish it hadn't been such a slog to get there.

Closing thoughts

Sonic Frontiers: The Final Horizon wants to be three things:

A patch that adds a new alternate ending that was probably supposed to be in the base game in the first place.

An experimental take on making Tails, Knuckles, and Amy playable again, presumably testing things for the next game. And...

An official Kaizo Sonic Frontiers mod for the sickos.

The thing is, the people showing up for #1 and #2, the main things that Sega hyped up about the update, are not necessarily going to be down for #3. If they had announced some uber-hard new Cyber Space levels for the arcade mode or whatever, I'd be like, neat! And then not play them. I would never touch Master King Koco's Trial if it was an optional challenge. I would leave that for the sickos. But instead, they made the hardest content mandatory for anyone who wants to see the new Good Ending where the final boss gets an actual budget.

I'm mostly left in a state of shock that it shipped like this. I cannot believe they playtested this and decided this was the state The Final Horizon should be released in. That this should be the note Frontiers ends on. That this should be how we remember those Titan fights. That this should be the lingering taste in our mouths as we wait however many years for the next 3D game.

Armchair devs always love to say that things would be "easy to fix," but like... there really would be easy fixes for the insane difficulty and general tedium here! Add a few more tutorial popups explaining what the game expects of you with Sonic's friends. Give the Cyber Space stages and the towers a couple checkpoints. Give the combat trials more generous time limits, especially on the lower difficulties. Remove half of the map puzzles, and make the ones that remain uncover twice as many squares. Skip the startup animation for Knuckles' glide. Let me turn on the goddamn jukebox. Since so much of this update was designed around fan feedback, I can only pray that Sonic Team is still listening, and that they tweak at least a few of these things with a balance patch.

But still, after those many, many paragraphs of complaining... this still somehow makes the future of 3D Sonic seem pretty promising?

Sonic's friends are FINALLY playable again, and the focus is back to proper 3D platforming, rather than railroading players into awkward forced 2D sections in what's otherwise an open world. These are the things that they hopefully want to carry over to the next game. The difficulty? Well, that's just because it's the postgame DLC that's supposed to be the toughest challenge in the game. It's just an unreasonably cruel one of those - an example of how designing and balancing for a vocal minority of your fanbase can really hurt your game. But Sonic Team is onto something here, and I hope that they can learn the right lessons from this expansion and not throw the baby out with the bathwater.

[goodqualitygroblin]

Foreshadowing/Parallels Concerning Mikey's Mystic Powers

Mikey is my boy, and I keep thinking about how well the show set up his role as a mystic warrior in the movie. I don’t know if someone else has made a compilation of foreshadowing Mikey’s mystic skills, but I figured I’d make one just in case. (These examples are from conversations I’ve had with friends, posts I’ve seen online, and my own observations.)

The first episode has the most references to Mikey’s innate sensitivity to mystic things. When April falls through the portal, Mikey is the one to stop and look at the mystic symbol and identify it first.

Then after Raph fails to draw the symbol, "the artist" steps in and opens the portal on his first try.

After the turtles have taken mystic weapons from Draxum’s lab, none of the weapons activate until April gets knocked down.

I like to interpret this as our first hint as to where the Hamato Clan’s mystic power originates: trusting and protecting your loved ones. While trying to protect April, Mikey is the first to discover the mystic powers of his weapon, followed by Raph and Leo.

The next example is less foreshadowing and more demonstrating Mikey’s trust in his brothers, which again, is critical for the Hamato Ninpo. In “Bug Busters,” not long after Raph unlocks his hologram power to save Leo, the next scene parallels it. Donnie and Mikey are trying to escape Big Mama, and Donnie tells Mikey to “let go” while flying high above the street, and Mikey immediately does so.

The next example is a loosey-goosey interpretation, but it made me happy when I noticed it. In “The Ancient Art of Ninja Hide and Seek,” Mikey tries to sneak up on Splinter by using “lights-off jitsu.” After watching the movie, it’s a fun parallel to see him with his hands up and the yellow sun above, not unlike the bright portal he opens in the future.

Then he tries the clap again later in the episode and succeeds. I really enjoy this paralleling his multiple attempts to use his mystic hands in the movie before he finally does open a portal. This boy is determined when he sets his mind to it.

In “Many Unhappy Returns,” Mikey accurately predicts when the Shredder will reappear. It was probably just a lucky guess, but I like to imagine that Mikey used some kind of mystic sense.

Then there's the classic boat dock scene with Mikey throwing a whole cargo boat. It’s a whole new level of his weapon’s power, which is followed by Raph doing something similar in manipulating his hologram.

The next example of more explicit foreshadowing comes in my favorite episode: “The Clothes Don’t Make the Turtle.” While the turtles are all excited to try on clothes, Mikey resists the group’s enthusiasm three times before they all are finally convinced that something is wrong.

He also leads the first attempt to break the spell through self-acceptance.

Even though it doesn’t work, it might have worked eventually, judging by Hypno’s comment later in the episode.

Aaaand that’s all I got for now! I’ll add more if I notice any other foreshadowing/hints/parallels. :)

[fan-goddess]

Chapter Two: A change of heart

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Chapter Summary: All your previous thoughts are thrown out the window as Abrahams prescience looms over you like a sort of ghost. And when you think you’ve sorted yourself out, you get one of the biggest surprises of your life…

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Warnings: F masturbation, talks of arranged marriage, references to erotica books, (if I missed any let me know)

It’s become a strange sort of rhythm now between you and Abraham. He makes sure you know he’s there with a particular knock at the door, four sharp taps to be specific, and when you open the door like you always do, you acknowledge him quickly with a small smile and as little words as possible.

Though now, after the you had visited his home with the pie, he’s been acting different around you. More cocky, more flirty, more annoying. It’s like your fifteen year old selfs mindsets come back to haunt you. When he came to the house on a day he usually did not visit, you remember the blush that was spread on your face when Abraham made sure to compliment your mothers cooking skills, saying he bet yours were just as tasty. If you listened close enough, not that you did of course, you’d dare to think he was making an innuendo.

Yet since as much as you find yourself enjoying the thoughts of him in this new light, his boyish nature and charm certainly puts you off him considerably. Even if his eyes somehow manage to share the same shade of blue as the sky on a clear summers day…

Yet while you thinking one morning with a steadily cooling cup of tea in hand, the familiar four sharp taps knock you from your thoughts as if a sort of siren went off in your head. You take a deep breath before you unlock the door and open it, but it’s with a sort of horror when it suddenly hits you why Abraham had paused and is looking you up and down with a raised brow.

You look down, and realise you hadn’t changed out from your nightclothes into your day clothes. As of right now, you were standing in front of Abraham wearing nothing but an old t-shirt once once belonging to your father, and some worn purple leggings that leaves less to the imagine than you’d like to show the regular people.

You hope he doesn’t notice that last thing, but by the way he hasn’t stopped looking at you with such intensity, you can’t help but think he no doubt already has. Your embarrassment though only worsens when you see Abrahams eyes widen when they seem to skim over your breasts that stick out from your shirt. So with a dark glare, you quickly move to cover yourself with your arms in an attempt to get yourself as much decency as you could get right now. Even though you find yourself strangely thrilled at seeing the usually such stern man so unfocused and possibly even bashful right now.

“Weren’t very successful hunting today. We think the games beginning to pick up on our trails, so we’ll probably try something new next time and hopefully I’ll come back with something more.” He says, his hands awkwardly jerking out to hand you the familiar feeling of twine, where this time only two small rabbits hand by their feet. Their eyes glazed and lifeless as they stare into nothing.

“It’s all right. Can’t blame them for not wanting to be killed and eaten!” You half smile, attempting to joke that to your relief, draws a small chuckle from the almost human looking giant standing in front of you.

“Yeah, I spose so…” He continues to grin, even shaking his head slightly as he still stands in front of you. Though he looks at you suddenly and allows his eyes to take over your body once more, before turning to leave without another words.

You can’t help but feel like the rabbit hanging in your hand at that moment. Staring lifelessly into the distance with your mouth wide open as you think of how Abraham has left you alone in your doorway, with your heart beating faster than usual in your chest.

Your feelings though only seem to become even more conflicted over the next few days as somehow someway, your friends have managed to learn about yours and Abrahams recent involvement with each other. So you bet they take this information and seize it with tight hands, like a shark tasting first blood in the water.

“Oh I bet he’s so handsome up close! God those eyes!” One of them groans with her eyes shut dramatically, whilst the rest of you giggle at her girlish rambles.

“Careful Beth! It almost sounds like you’re in love with him!” Another shouts as you all now roar in laughter at the comical absurdity of it all. Even if you find yourself laughing not as much as the others who all hold their bellies with tears practically running down their faces.

“Seriously though, tell us! What’s he like? Is he really that closed off from everyone? Cause I won’t lie, the whole closed off mysterious bad boy thing works for him!”

“He’s…. definitely something alright….” You say, your mouth turning in a straight line as you’re unable to say how you really feel about it all, even if it all causes such churning in somehow both your stomach and your head. Much to your relief though, one of the girls you’re more closer with than the rest seems to catch on to your unwillingness, and thankfully manages to drag the conversation to some other more ridiculous topic the girls hurl themselves head first in.

The next few hours are filled with so many words filled with so many meaningless things. Some of you talk about clothing and what they’ll wear to random future events, and others whisper with a smirk about the latest gossip on those in town up the road. It wasn’t exactly easy to gossip about a small community you lived with, so you all whenever you could took part in listening with open ears. Usually you’d have joined in by now, laughing and gasping not so respectfully as some girl tells all about how the priests wife is most definitely having an affair with the butcher. Only now, you can’t find yourself able to focus.

Stupid Abraham manages to effortlessly consume your body hourly. It’s so stupid, and dare you even say it, really fucking cliche. A seemingly loveless girl reconnecting with someone from her past, whose suddenly turned super hot, and she finds him so attractive she can’t think of anything else? That’s so you that you want to bang your head against the nearest surface you can find.

The worst part is, is that when you’ve gone home and are laying in bed trying to figure it all out, all you can do is somehow manage to find even more reasons as to why he’s so attractive to you. The complete opposite of what you wanted...

Yet somehow, when you thought about his physical traits in particular, your body turned hot and your brain went to utter ruin.

You think about his arms, and how you want Abraham to use them to lift you into his arms and never let you go. The fact they’re littered with a whole variety of scars and tattoos as well doing nothing but make the heat inside your belly rage like a tornado.

You start to think about his naked chest, and It gets so bad that you find yourself trailing one of your hands under your underwear to your pussy, that with a shuddered breath you realise is practically leaking with arousal down your thighs.

Yet it’s worst of all when you recall his voice, and how he uttered that one specific nickname only he ever calls you, in that specific voice of his. Pretty girl.

It’s like your a teenage girl exploring your body all over again, you can’t help but think. Especially as you begin circling your clit with the tip of your fingers.

Soon though, you find yourself muffling your pleasure filled gasps into your pillow as you continue stroking your soaked folds. Your eyes tightly shutting and your breaths becoming laboured as you imagine what could happen if Abraham was in the room with you, making use of your willing body for his own selfish lustful needs.

You knew how sex was done in theory. Yet still, of course you had never actually seen what a penis looked like in real life. The closest experience being from when you’d snuck out through your window and read the naughty books displayed on the back shelf in the villages library. They had no pictures to help imagine the scene you were reading, but the words they used seemed helpful enough, though admittedly sometimes very confusing in how they were written.

According to the books, the man’s cock was supposed to be hard as it entered you. He was supposed to allow you to get used to his size (that part confused you greatly you must admit), as apparently most of the women in those books needed it, before thrusting his cock deeply inside of you in a rhythmic sort of pattern before he came deep inside her.

You think of Abraham doing this sort of thing with you as you continue to touch your aching pussy with your fingers, and you cannot deny it doesn’t get you somehow even more aroused than what you already were before.

You think of his rough hands covering the length of your mouth in an attempt to silence you, lest the both of you be caught. In your depravity, you imagine that he whispers naughty words in your ear like the men in the books do, and you feel yourself tighten around nothing and peak hard on your fingers. The warm liquid of your essence dripping down your thighs onto your bed from how intensely you came just now.

“What is that fucking man doing to me….” You murmur, closing your eyes and praying you won’t dream of the bastard whose consumed you.

To your relief, your sleep was so deep that night that you find yourself practically incapable of dreaming of anything. It’s so deep in fact that the only reason you wake that morning is because the light coming from your window shines so brightly that it blinds your eyes even when you haven’t opened them yet.

You lay on your bed disoriented, yet your head is still ditzy when you hear a familiar knock ring through your house. A knock you know all too well. Whilst you try to blink to steady yourself, with a groan and an uncomfortable feeling of confusion bubbling within your belly, you dress only to cover yourself of indecency by grabbing a lone long sleeved cardigan hung randomly in your wardrobe.

What’s Abraham doing here so early on a non-delivery day? You think as you open move to open your bedroom door and peak out. All you can see though is your mother and father covering doorway of the front door with their bodies, conversing in such short and quiet murmurs you can barely make out the words.

“What’s going on?” You ask, walking closer to peer around them to see if it really was Abraham they were conversing with, and why it exactly was they were doing so.

Your mother and father say nothing, only looking at each other for a quick second before parting to allow you past. Allowing you to see Abraham standing before you, where like most times, you see him carrying a rope in his hand. Only this time, it doesn’t contain anything like rabbits or pheasants. This time, it’s attached to the muzzle of a giant, beautiful, chestnut coloured horse.

You’re face is no doubt showing your confusion by now as you continue to wordlessly stare at it. Only you’re so focused on the horse, you almost miss Abraham clearing his throat slightly, before stating something that would both shock you to your core and change your entire future together forever.

“I’m here to offer this horse to your parents, so they’ll allow me to ask you to marry me.”