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I dont know much about Ass Creed at all, but am perfectly willing to read all of the muy you are willing to write. Not even horny thoughts, I just really like your prose.

🥺 That's so sweet??? I love writing and sharing my works with people, so it's always so nice when people actually like reading them!! I tend towards horny things both because that's what a lot of people are here for and because I enjoy it, but I want to do more stuff with whump and hurt/comfort type stuff cause I enjoy it so much but hardly get around to writing it, so knowing someone would want to read things outside of my usual genre is comforting!!

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Hmmmmmm, I think, you should write as many Ass Creed x readers as you want, as freaky as you want em! But, if I may nudge you in a direction before you head off for the stars, how would a Mister Topping react to pet play? Both being the pet and the master if you have the time, or just the one that sparks your interest the most :3c

I'm making out with you rn you're so good to meeeee <3 best boy Topping deserves some petplay :3 I definitely see him as a heavily sub-leaning switch, which probably means the second one is better written than the first lmao but he's a performer at heart, there's no doubt in my mind that he can dom and he can dom well

Content: petplay, oral sex, leg humping, praise, mild humiliation/degradation, gn!reader

As Master:

It's more than a little embarrassing. Curled up next to the betting board on your soft pile of blankets and pillows. The flow of people around you is loud and stressful, keeping you pressed close to the wooden stand of the chalk board. And, in turn, closer to the feet of your master. He pays you little mind as he collects bets and arranges the fighters. But every so often you feel an absentminded hand on your head, stroking through your hair, and it's enough to soothe you.

There's something about being his pet—quiet and obedient despite the clamour and confusion of the fighting ring—that just works for you. Cuddling up in your soft little nest until the fights are underway and the last bets have been called. Your patience always pays off. Waiting until he's able to leave things to run themselves for a little while.

"You're being so patient, my pretty pet." Topping's voice is gentle and cooing as he kneels down beside you, hands stroking across your flank. "Only a few hours more, I promise. Then we'll have some fun in my office."

And he always makes good on his promises. Between fights, he sneaks kisses and pets and sweet words. It's enough to tide you over while he flits around with handfuls of notes, paying fighters and handing round the winnings from the betting pools. And then he's back by your side, clipping the lead to your collar and kissing the top of your head.

"Good pet," his voice is soothing and affectionate, watching the last customers trail out as he tugs at the lead. "Heel."

You crawl after him, keeping close. The embarrassment has waned a little in the absence of people to see you, but there's still a delightful humiliation to being on all fours on the packed dirt floor. One that thrills you as he leads you into his office and shuts the door, taking a seat behind his desk. You sit patiently on your knees beside him. He takes his time, pouring out a drink and settling back in his chair to relax.

"Want to earn a treat, pet?" His voice is ever so slightly hoarse from announcing fights and calling for bets, and he soothes the ache with whisky.

You sit up a little straighter, eyes lighting up. Your eagerness draws a laugh from him, leaning over to ruffle your hair with an affectionate grin. You wiggle in place, head tilting up as his hand strokes down your cheek to scritch lightly under your chin. The low grumble of pleasure that comes from your throat is almost involuntary at this point.

"Good, good. Come on then," he spreads his legs a little and pats his thigh. "Show me how much you want it."

You don't need any more encouragement than that. You settle between his legs and lean in to lavish attention on his crotch. The fabric of his trousers was once rough, but over time it's worn out to a softer feel. It's nice against your cheeks as you nuzzle against his warm, soft bulge. His airy sigh makes you feel fuzzy inside, thighs relaxing as you rub against him.

Your eyes close. The smell of him is comforting, heady and musky. In this headspace, everything feels so simple. You're a pet. You're safe with your master. Your only job is to make him feel good. You mouth at his hardening bulge, tongue laving against where you think the head might be.

He shifts under you, pushing down his trousers and briefs just enough to reveal his cock. You lean in, nuzzling against the shaft and letting some of his precum smear across your cheek. It's all a bit fuzzy from there. Your mouth is on him, tongue lapping and lips kissing. Cockdrunk on the taste of him. Time loses all meaning as you indulge in his sighs and praise and pets, sucking him off all the while.

"Open your mouth, pet." Topping tugs lightly at your hair, pulling you off him reluctantly. "Tongue out. Time for your treat~"

You settle back on your heels with a soft whine, doing as you're told. His hand takes over where your mouth left off. Stroking himself as he watches you sit pretty for your treat. Your eyes are trained on his cock, mouth watering, wishing you could've kept worshipping him. And then he's groaning out your name, resting the head of his cock on your tongue as he cums in your mouth. He milks every last drop for you, making sure you taste it all.

"Good pet." He sits back with a content sigh. "Swallow."

As Pet:

"Down, boy."

You think the sight of Robert Topping on his knees should be a new wonder of the world. Stripped bare for you, kneeling obediently, trembling with desire. His skin is flushed a soft powder pink, lips bitten to a swollen red of anticipation and arousal. He looks so... pretty. It's the only word for it. He looks pretty, playing the obedient pet for you. And he's nothing if not obedient.

"Good boy," the praise makes him all but glow with delight. "Spread your legs, I want to see how desperate you are for me."

His legs part immediately, hands clasped behind his back as his hard cock stands proud before you, leaking at the tip. A true performer, you can't help but think as you watch a flush of delight spread across his chest under your stare. He relishes the way you look at him, hungry and dominant. He wants to show off for you.

"Closer." You snap your fingers, pointing to the spot right in front of your legs. He scrambles to obey, letting you push one of your legs between his thighs. "Hump."

Once again, there's no hesitation. His arms wrap around your knee, shifting closer until his cock presses firmly against your shin. The skin contact makes him shiver, eyes closing in bliss for just a moment as he begins to rock his hips. The whine that comes from him is befitting of your pet. Something high and needy and almost breathy in nature.

"Good boy." Once again, he brightens at the praise.

His hair is soft as you thread your fingers into it, feathery and light. He leans into the petting, lips parting as he humps your leg in earnest. It only takes your nails scritching lightly at his scalp for him to give a low moan of your name, shivers running through him. Fuck does he look good like this.

With a breathy whimper, he leans his head on your thigh, sideburns tickling against your skin. He's careful not to grip you too tightly, not to overstep as he takes his pleasure. A good, well-trained pet for you. You bounce your leg against him slightly, enjoying the way he bucks his hips in turn, moaning your name once more.

"You've been so good, pet. Such a good boy. You look so pretty on your knees for me. Keep going, keep rutting your pretty little cock like that..."

It's so easy to praise him. To let murmured words of affection and lust pour from your lips. And each one gets a shuddering sigh of pleasure in turn, his eyes opening to look up at you. They're as pretty as the rest of him, shining with bliss, pupils blown wide. His cheeks are flushed, matching the flush of the head of his cock as he makes your leg drip with precum.

"My pretty, pretty pet." You lean down to settle a kiss on his forehead, laughing when he nuzzles against you with a happy hum. "So good for me."

"Please..." It's barely a whisper, his lips pressed to your thigh as his grip tightens around you.

"Did my pet just say something?" You raise an eyebrow, teasing smirk playing on your lips. "I didn't know animals could talk..."

A shudder runs through him. He presses closer to your leg, cock twitching and heart pounding hard enough for you to feel it through his chest. It's a heady mixture of embarrassment and delight that spurs him on. He pulls away from your thigh and looks up at you, giving a soft yet clear bark.

"Good boy, pets don't speak. They make pretty noises for me to enjoy."

Topping gives another answering bark, grinding his cock against you eagerly. He really does give the impression of a dog like this, humping against your leg like it's the only way he can cum. And fuck does he need to cum, tears welling in his eyes as he whines for you and gives you his best puppy eyes, desperate for permission.

"Go on then, you can cum."

His lips press to your thigh once more, breathy whispers of thanks coming out between more dog-like whines and whimpers. He bucks against your shin faster and faster until his hips stutter. You can feel the warmth of his cum as he fucks it across your leg, hips rocking slowly as he eases himself down from his orgasm.

Finally, he relaxes against you, head falling into your lap as he gives a soft, pleased moan. Your fingers tease through his hair, giving him a moment to recover. But a moment is all your pet gets. You grab his hair tightly, pulling his head back and raising your leg so he can watch his own cum drip down it. Ignoring his breathy moan of delight, you put on your best animal scolding voice.

"Look at the mess you made, pet. You'd better clean it up~"

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oh the temptations.

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i'm getting the message that i would like to try hummus 🤖

alrighty a couple of fun updates :D i got to try trans tape for the first time!! but i'm p sure i applied it wrong so when i tried to take it off {since it didn't feel like it gave the flattening affect i wanted} the adhesive pulled on my skin 🧍 but incidentally because of another blog i follow, it made my body feel a bit more like my own with the small scars so yay! {?}

AND both of the pieces i submitted to my college art show got in :DD i hope you'd like the character since she's just the Most Normal Girl to ever girl {she cannibalizes her 9 crushes <2 } and i did something for printmaking and what is basically 'character design class' and i have done so much for her. i made a pinterest board man i never use pinterest ☠

also i've been thinking of looking around for any kink events in my area, but i wouldn't really know where to look and i'd most likely have to have a ride since. i cannot drive ＿|￣|○ i know kinky people are everywhere but i haven't looked up if there's any events in my area yet

also if you want to know about my girl i would so so So happily divulge 👁👁

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I'm sorry it didn't work but I'm glad that you got something out of it!! And I'm proud of you about your Normal Girl, I'd love to know more about her!!

As for kink events, I'd recommend doing things like signing up to fetlife and looking for events in your area. Munches are a good thing to start with because it's a low pressure space to meet people who might be able to tell you more about the local scene. If you make a Driving Friend at a munch you might also have a fellow kinky person to carpool with to things as well!

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i think you showed up in my dream last night?? no face or anything but i forgot that it happened

so affluent im getting visions

~ }i{

That was me, I hope you got my message (you need to buy more hummus)

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WOAH HOLD ON big brother bath audio? how was i not aware of this. is this in the discord. if it is u should ping me with it - fishie

YES ONE SECOND I'LL FORWARD IT TO YOU OR WHATEVER IDK HOW DISCORD WORKS BUT YOU CAN HEAR IT AND TELL EVERYONE HOW HOT IT IS >:3c

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I know this was asked before but what tag can we use to find audios?

Here ya go! And in case that doesn't work, it's "solar flare"

I have a bunch of audios that can't be accessed anymore (I was selling them until every website I sold them on stopped allowing nsfw stuff) but if you want either a list of audios for sale or info on paying to get access to the discord server where I have them all stored, feel free to ask :3

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Another oneshot based on @panie-wanie-dean-bean's campaign (ft. Legally Distinct Characters) with @threadmoon's character Nik!!

Content: dubcon, fingering, oral sex, facial

“Don’t touch that.”

Nik pulls their hand away from the little blue flame and huffs, looking around for something else in the workshop to entertain themself with. So far, he’s stopped them from grabbing a pile of cloth, poking at some strange metal, and stealing a sip of his drink. Really, can’t a guy have any fun around here? They’re not even sure why they’re here at this point, other than because it annoys Dirk so damned much.

“What’s it for?” Nik lays their eyes on a shelf laden with half-finished projects. “The fire, I mean.”

“It’s— Welding. You wouldn’t get it, dude.” Dirk huffs, pushing up his glasses and trying to regain his focus.

“Welding…” Nik muses on this for a moment, reaching out to grab what looks like some sort of strange little sword.

“Don’t touch that.”

“Fine,” they hold their hands up in surrender. “Just trying to find something fun around here, since you’re being so boring.”

“Sorry I’m not entertaining you.” Dirk scoffs. “Unfortunately, I’ve got more important things to do than babysit.”

Nik sets their jaw, eyes narrowing at him. “Right. Big important man here. Not gonna stroke your huge fucking ego, if that’s what you want from me.”

“Don’t need you to.” A snarky little smirk appears on Dirk’s lips. “Your wife’s gonna be stroking me enough tonight.”

Nik looks queasy, making an exaggerated barfing sound and doubling over like they’re retching at the thought of Zander with Dirk. It’s more than a little contradicted by the fact that they both know Zander wouldn’t be fucking Dirk if Nik hadn’t given the okay. But that doesn’t mean they have to be nice about it. Certainly not to Dirk of all people. He’s fun to bother, but Nik doesn’t really see the appeal… Mostly.

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I’ll probably have to make him cum after, since I doubt you know how.”

Dirk sets his tools aside with a clack, eyes narrowing. “He’s not my first partner, you know. I know what I’m doing.”

“Sure,” Nik snorts and rolls their eyes, wandering over to inspect the work table in the middle of the room. “Just don’t disappoint him too much. He’s used to mediocrity, but even he has limits on what he’ll fake orgasms for.”

“He won’t have to fake it. I’ve seen what makes him tick.” Dirk gestures to one of the guns on his shelf. “Saw him drooling all over Jake’s, and those aren’t even the best I can make.”

Nik raises their eyebrows, fingers dancing near something that looks important. “Yeah, I’ll definitely have to make him cum after. Poor thing.” They give an exaggerated sigh, fingertips ghosting just above the invention.

“Don’t. Touch. That.” Dirk grits his teeth. “Poor thing that he’s married to you. But hey, we already know his taste is questionable.”

Nik tenses, knowing he’s thinking about Hal. “Didn’t learn your lesson the first time? Keep talking like that and he’ll do more than just slap you.”

Dirk flushes, giving an exaggerated groan at the thought. “Gods, I hope so.”

“Ugh,” Nik rolls their eyes again, grabbing a metal cube before Dirk can warn them off. “You’re disgusting, you know that?”

He’s behind them before they can so much as blink, knocking the cube out of their grip. His hand grabs theirs, pinning it to the table as he presses them against it. They can feel how riled up he is behind them. Chest heaving with exasperated breaths, hard bulge pressed against their ass as he tries to keep them from touching anything else on the table.

“Dude.” He growls low, ending in a huff of annoyance. “Stop touching things. You’re gonna break something.”

“Yeah?” Nik presses back against him, never one to be intimidated.

“Can’t be that good if they break so easily.”

“I’m more skilled than you can possibly imagine.” His voice is a murmur in their ear, breath fanning across their neck.

“I’m sure. Those skills include making my wife cum? Or am I gonna have to do that for you?”

Dirk uses his grip on their hand to turn them around, shoving them roughly against the table. “Trust me, I don’t need your help.”

“Sure,” Nik scoffs, leaning back against the table and meeting his eye in a challenge. “Guess I’ll find out how bad you are later.”

“You’ll find out how good I am, now.”

Dirk feels like he’s watching someone else pilot his body. This doesn’t feel like him. The dominant surge that has him shoving his hand down the front of those sinfully tight shorts of theirs. It’s nothing he’s felt before. But it’s what they always seem to do to him, pressing all the right buttons until he needs one of them to snap. And this time… this time, it’s him who snapped.

He’s gratified by their sharp intake of breath, hands coming out to grab at his shirt. His fingers start gentle, fingertips and then knuckles brushing almost delicately over their outer lips. He can feel the coarse hair there, sending a thrill down his spine. Their lips part ever so slightly, breathing picking up. But they haven’t pushed him away yet, simply staring up at him as though waiting to see where he plans to go with this.

But he’s not planning. None of this was planned. And if he stops to think about it for even a second, he’s liable to stop it all and kick them out. So he lets that instinct take over. The one that’s desperate to show them just how skilled his fingers are. To make them apologise for accusing him of not being able to make someone cum. To hear them swallow their pride and admit that he’s right.

They’re already a little wet, he notices with some surprise. Maybe he’s not the only one affected by their verbal sparring. Whatever the case, it’s easy for him to dip his fingertips into that wetness, sliding them up their slit to coax their clit to hardness. Their thighs shake a little, fingers gripping tight at his shirt as a flush spreads across their face and disappears down their collar. He wants to follow it down, see just how low it goes.

Nik wants to say something biting. Mock him, tease him, rile him up. But he caught them off guard, taking charge like this. And the way those lithe, nimble fingers start to work their way into Nik’s cunt… fuck, they can’t think of a single bitchy thing to say to him. They can’t think about anything but rocking their hips against his hand and trying to stifle their low groans of pleasure.

He doesn’t say anything to them either, relishing the wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of them and their half-hidden sounds of pleasure. Their head drops to his chest, trying to muffle themself with his shirt. It doesn’t bother him, fingers crooking inside of them to draw a loud gasp from them and watch them twitch against him. They buck their hips, nails digging lightly into his skin through his clothes.

He’s surprised at how quickly he’s able to make them cum. For all his cockiness, he was only mostly sure he could do it. But it only takes a couple of minutes of his fingers stroking at every sensitive part inside of them, thumb working their clit, for them to give a sharp cry and clench around his fingers. He works them through their orgasm, shoved up against the table with his fingers pushing even deeper inside of them.

They expect him to stop after one. After he’s proven his point. They try to catch their breath, eyes closed tight as they prepare to face him again and get mocked. But he doesn’t say a thing. Doesn’t pull away from them. Doesn’t even remove his fingers. No, he drives his fingers deeper into their cunt, coaxing, curling, sinking to the last knuckle. Their thighs shake desperately, dripping down his wrist and their own legs.

There’s not much time to be humiliated by the state he’s gotten them in. Not when his other hand is on their lower back, pushing them down onto his hand. They take the hint, riding his fingers as he works them up to another orgasm. The tingling waves of pleasure growing between their thighs drives most rational thought from their mind. They’re too focused on chasing their next orgasm, desperate for those skilled fingers to keep exploring them.

“Good,” Dirk hears his own voice, low and teasing. “Go on.”

Nik doesn’t need more motivation than that. They cling to him, face fully buried in his chest as they cum on his fingers again. He feels them milking his hand, dripping and eager and desperate for more. And he’s more than happy to oblige. To make them cum over and over for him. To thoroughly wreck them, until there’s no way they can ever deny his ability to make his partners cum. To make them weak in the knees whenever they so much as look at his hands.

It doesn’t take long. Their sounds are louder now, gasps and whines and mewls of pleasure as he ravishes them with nothing more than his hand. Soon enough, they’re bracing against orgasm after orgasm, drenched in their own cum and unable to string together a coherent thought. Their knees buckle under them, Dirk pulling back his hand and letting them fall to the floor between him and the table.

They’re whimpering, thighs pressed together as they leave a small puddle on the floor beneath themself. Dirk inspects his hand with that same detached thrill of dominance. His fingers look like he’s been in the shower for too long, and he can smell them on his skin. Tentatively, his tongue comes out to lap at it, groaning softly at the almost sweet acidity. He manages to clean off most of his hand before they distract him.

“Mnn… Dirk~” Nik’s eyes are hazy as they look up at him from where they kneel, cheek pressed against his thigh.

Fuck. They look so good like that, fucked out and blissful. He can’t ignore the twitching in his jeans, cock hard and desperate to feel them. He knows now, how soft they feel inside. And his dick wants nothing more than to experience it too. But— He can’t. Not properly. The dominance is seeping from him like he’s full of cracks, and he can’t bring himself to fuck them. But, maybe…

“You gonna say it? I was right.”

Nik nods a little, adoring gaze drifting between his hand, his face, and the tent in his pants. “You were… right…”

“Good.” Dirk feels a thrill run through him, “Good. Right, yeah. You should… make it up to me.”

Nik licks their lips, hand coming up to paw at his belt. It all but knocks the breath out of him. It’s only fair. He’s pretty sure that it’s only fair. They’d said some pretty mean things to him, so they should probably make it up to him with their mouth. And they look so eager too, that tongue stud glinting in the light as they nuzzle and lick at him through his pants.

He’s quick about it. Before he changes his mind. He fumbles with his belt and pants, pushing everything to his ankles. He doesn’t have to do anything more than that, really. Nik takes over, nuzzling at his cock and staring up at him with those same blissed out, glazed over eyes. Their hands brace on his thighs, mouth and tongue all but worshipping his cock as they admire every inch of it. They want to commit everything to memory, as best as they can in this state.

Dirk’s breath hitches, fingers tangling in their hair to feel like he has some sort of control over the situation. They’re slow and sensual about it, and he has to keep looking down at their cockdrunk expression to confirm to himself that they’re not tricking him somehow. Their tongue drags up the underside of his cock, catching under the tip as they let the stud roll along the sensitive spot. And then the head is between their lips, sucking and licking and teasing like they’re savouring a treat.

“Mmm… love your cock…” It’s mumbled against his shaft as they press kisses back down, tongue tracing up the v of his hips to suck a hickey onto one.

Dirk can feel the way his cock twitches at that, heart pounding in his chest as he watches them. It’s surreal. The way they close their eyes and take in his scent before nipping and kissing at the skin of his pelvis. And then their mouth is on his cock again, wet and warm and taking the whole thing with ease. He fists their hair, unable to stop himself from moving his hips, fucking into their mouth. They simply go limp and take it with a low moan.

“Open your mouth.” Dirk manages through gritted teeth, reluctantly pulling his cock from between their lips, despite their whine and the way their tongue tries to reach out for him. “Eyes closed.”

They do as they’re told, eyes shut tight as they open their mouth and stick their tongue out, face tilted to him. Dirk’s fist pumps his shaft quickly, taking in every single detail. The spit trailing down their chin, the tears of bliss that left tracks on their cheeks, the way their legs fold under them, cum still wet on their thighs. With a low moan of their name, he cums across their face. He rests his tip on their tongue, letting the last little dribble spill into their mouth. They moan delightedly, lapping at his tip until he pulls it away with a hiss of overstimulation.

Everything seems to drain from him at once. All the cockiness, the adrenaline, the determination. It all folds into a strange feeling of disgust and fear. Even as Nik remains slumped on the floor, fucked out and mindless, the sight sending another stab of arousal through Dirk. He can’t bring himself to enjoy any of this. To relish his victory or the spoils that followed. All he can do is fix his clothes and return to his work, glancing at Nik out of the corner of his eye every so often.

Nik lets themself relax, boneless, against the table. They feel good. So fucking good. Satisfied and fulfilled and still a little turned on in a pleasant way. They watch Dirk with an idle curiosity, not seeming to mind the mess that’s been made of them or bothering to clean up. Not yet. They’re too busy basking in the afterglow. It takes a little before they can even so much as speak, voice hoarse and pleased when they finally do.

“Next time, let’s see if your tongue is as skilled as your hands.”

Dirk tenses, heat rising to his face as the nausea and dread twist into some sort of… excitement.

Next time, huh?

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Back again with more fic about @panie-wanie-dean-bean's campaign with me and @threadmoon. This time with Evan's legally distinct [REDACTED TO NOT SHOW UP IN THE TAG] characters :3 Z *is* gonna fuck this artificer. One day.

Content: masturbation, slapping, degradation, psychosexual self-torture, listen this man has problems and it's very sexy to me

One moment he’s backing into the side of the carriage, and the next his back is pressing against the cold tile of the shower. There’s the familiar fade—nanometre by nanometre—of his clothes, as the shower whisks them away to fold neatly on his bed. A routine so familiar, it barely even crosses his conscious mind that it’s happening. Not when he’s got so much else to think about at present. Like the sickly sweet grin that had bared fangs at him as that low voice told him to be a good boy and watch your tongue.

His hand comes up to cradle his cheek as the water begins to pour. It stings still, the red skin smarting from where its soft hand had landed. And the other hand had held his chin so sweetly. Had kept him from moving, recoiling from the hit. Forced to take it all, like a good boy~ His cock twitches at the voice, purring in his mind, low and dangerous. Challenging him to be bad. To defy it. And gods does he want to know what would happen if he did.

Tall and strong, hauling trunks like they weigh nothing… Hal probably knows just how strong it is. In his basement, too. Dave had—almost gleefully, delighted with the gossip—filled him in on every last detail, told and inferred. The noise they must have made, down there, while he slept. The sounds Hal probably drew from it, growls and grunts and groans of animalistic pleasure—

No. There’s no way Hal did that. Why Hal? Of all the people it could’ve taken a shine to, and it chose—not even a person. A construct, plain and simple. Genius, of course. Brilliant. He wouldn’t make anything less. But really, Hal? Half of himself, a cheap imitation. An exact imitation. If Hal could be wanted, then maybe… If you’re jealous—

“I’m not jealous of that tin can.”

The words are growled through gritted teeth, head pressed against the cold tile behind him. Jealous of Hal? Just because Hal can make friends where he can’t. Can draw attention where he can’t. Had he made a mistake? Put the wrong half—the better half—of his soul into Hal? No. No, no. No one likes Hal. No one likes— But that’s not true, is it?

“Fuck off, dude.”

Dave’s voice doesn’t fade. It lingers like… like the smell of roses that— Clearly it likes Hal. It fucked him in your basement. Hal’s basement too. That’s why. That’s the only reason. It wasn’t— Not out of spite. Not mocking him. Teasing him. Cucking him with his own— Watch your tongue. His cheek stings, throbbing slightly as the blood rushes to it. Almost swollen. Swollen like his—

He’s not sure when he started touching himself. When he started stroking his achingly hard cock to the memory of its hand striking him. Of it offering to spar with him. Of it promising to pin him down and show him just how strong it is. Be a good boy~ If he focuses hard enough, he can cling to its voice, slipping through his fingers as the memory starts to fade.

You want to be a good boy for me, don’t you? Fuck. Why does it half sound like Hal? He shakes his head hard, fingers digging in to the aching spot on his cheek where its palm had struck. Touching yourself for me, baby? I— No. No, “baby” doesn’t sound quite right. Touching yourself for me, old chum? Fuck. He’s not sure when Jake even entered the picture, but he needs to leave. They all need to leave. Leave him alone with—

Touching yourself for me, Strider? Oh god, no. Why are they here? He’d hardly heard more than a few words from them, and yet. He can still feel the weight of their mace-staff against his sword. He can’t imagine they’d have given him quite so kind a goodbye as that slap. But right now it’s not their stoic glare he wanted to think about. It’s not what his overeager cock is thinking about. Good boy, focus on me. Is he the good boy or—?

Focus. Dave again, fuck off. Not my fault you can’t even get yourself off. Oh come on. He tries, he really does. It’s the only action he’s likely to get any time soon anyway. Unlike Hal. Not like it’s going to come back for him, sweet him off his feet or whatever. Not when it’s got Hal, the half of him he’d never before wished he could be. Hal doesn’t even have a dick. Couldn’t even pleasure it properly—

And you could, baby? The name doesn’t sound any more correct this time around, but at least the voice is right. As right as he can remember. He needs to perfect it, before the memory fades entirely. He’s hardly going to see it again, anyway. This is all he’ll ever have. A fleeting memory of a smooth voice and an aching face that’s bound to subside by the morning. And fuck if it won’t be enough to get him off for the rest of his life. If he can just get the fucking voice right.

Be a good boy~ Closer. His cock throbs. Definitely closer. Not that he ever gave it cause to call him that. Not that he ever will. It chose Hal over him. How can he find it in himself to be nicer to the stupid auto-responder after that? And how could it ever like him anyway? Inferior even to his own creation. He’s thoroughly fucked, and not in the way he wants to be. Not in the way he’s picturing. It pinning him to the wall, one hand tangled in his wet hair, pulling harshly as it bites his lip to bleeding. His legs around its hips, or maybe on his knees, or even cheek pressed to the cold floor as it takes him from behind—

Good boy~ Oh gods does that voice sound heavenly, sighing pleasure in his ear. He presses his palm harder over the spot where it had struck him, imagining it slapping him around, roughing him up, beating him black and blue before it— Why would it fuck him? Beating him, sure. He’s annoying enough. “Punchable face” was what people always said. What its eyes had said as it revelled in the aftermath of its own violence against him. He can’t imagine it wanting anything more from him than a punching bag. And he’d kiss its feet and beg just for that chance—

Begging? Can’t imagine that… Why is Jake here again? He doesn’t need this. He doesn’t need all these voices in his head. He just needs one. Just that purring voice that had told him to be a good boy. To watch his tongue. Watch your tongue or I’ll put it to better use. It sounds almost real. Almost like a memory. He’s getting better at this, stroking himself as he tries to imagine it behind him. Imagines one arm wrapped around him, resting over his hand, urging him to touch himself for it at a painfully slow pace. Imagines that sultry voice murmured in his ear.

Be a good boy. Not quite right. Not yet. He taps his cheek, trying to remind himself of the harsh slap. Of the way it felt, head spinning and ears ringing, blood rushing to his cock. If only it had done it a few more times. Just to make sure he remembered. Not that he’s ever going to forget this. How could he? It’s the hottest thing he’s experienced since… Since what?

Since nothing. Close, so close. It’s like nothing he’s ever known before. He’ll be cumming to the thought of it for the rest of his life. He’s never been this hard, this needy. He’s never been this… unable to cum? It’s taunting him, and that only sends more blood rushing downwards. It should hit him for this. Slap him again, for not even being able to do this one simple thing for it. Disgusted as it would be to know he’s touching himself like this, thinking of it.

Be a good boy and cum for me~ So close. So so so close. Not quite. Not quite right, not quite yet. His hips buck into his fist, other hand still pressing against his aching cheek. He needs to do this. For himself. For it. He needs to get the voice right. He needs to cum. He needs to commit every moment of it slapping him to memory, to pull out any time he needs to get off.

Cum for me, pretty boy~

“Fuck—”

He finally got it right. His cum streaks along the floor, water breaking in rivulets, pushing it down the drain. Pretty boy. It’s mocking him. Teasing. It sounds right, finally. Good boy. He’s never going to be able to get its voice out of his head. He never wants to. Good job, pretty boy. You finally managed to cum for me. He did. He did. He was a good boy. He was a good boy who wants nothing more than to be slapped again. For it to come back and kick his ass.

Maybe later, pretty boy. Maybe later.

Zander’s unfocused eyes gaze vaguely into the trees as the carriage rattles along. The claws of one hand scritch adoringly at Josh’s scalp, enjoying every little shiver it draws from him. And then something pings inside of it, like a timer counting down the minutes and finally going off. Its eyes focus and it pulls its face away from the window.

“Did he just—? Huh.” The words are idle, spoken mostly to itself.

“Really? That long?” Nik snorts and rolls their eyes. “Loser.”

Zander hums and lets its thoughts wander towards pretty boy artificers with inferiority complexes once again.

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Just saw your post about bratting so I have to legally ask you who the best brat tamer is out of your blorbos (OC's) and how they would do it

-sleepy, totally not researching

*Points* BRAT SPOTTED!!!

But also depends on what sorta brat taming you're looking for >:3c

If you want mindfuckery brat taming your best bet is probably Yofi. Yofi can literally warp your experience of reality and your own mind, so you won't be bratting for very long before you find yourself a mindless doll dedicated to her every whim

If you want to be unable to physically brat your best bets are Lin, Callum, or Ash. All of them know the right cocktail of meds to make sure you're conscious and coherent enough to know what's happening to you, but completely unable to move or speak so you can't fight back.

If you want a parental sort of brat taming then Arlecchino and Chava are both pretty good. They'll treat you like a child throwing a tantrum, which is perfect for any littles/ageplayers who wanna brat. They'll usually use rewards more liberally and punishments more sparingly, though.

If you just straight up wanna get your ass beat for bratting then Yana, Gav, Lucky, and Gedaliah are all down to pin you down and hit you until you promise to be good. They each have their own particular ways, but all of them involve keeping you from running away and hurting you until you give in.

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Back after a long LOOONG while not using Tumblr just to read on my favorite blog! Inspires me a lot :p

- 🐇 (the Ophelia creator, not sure if you're going to remember me 😅)

Awwww I'm glad!!! My inspirations are constantly shifting and I write about a wide variety of things, so I always worry people will come back and hate the new stuff, but I'm glad you're here!!!

And of course I remember you, little rabbit!! I still love Ophelia so much :3

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@panie-wanie-dean-bean handed me and @threadmoon a pathetic guard dog with a complex and religious trauma so of course I had to make him get weird with it :3

Content: wet dream, chastity cage, degradation, electrocution, bondage, religious trauma, objectification, lots of butcher/meat comparisons, not rack but also it's a dream, dubcon within a dream but the guy getting dubconned is the one dreaming?? idk, lots of fucked up guilt

Tripwire digs into Gil’s skin.

Bound. Helpless. Spread and stretched and strung like a butcher’s roast. The wire winds across his body, pressing into tender muscles and neatly circling joints. He’s been tied up before. Held captive by enemies, tied rough and careless. This is something else. Something more humiliating. The care, the attention to detail, the time and effort put in to not only holding him, but making him look… appealing.

They look at him like he’s a cut of meat, too. Feet planted firmly on either side of his narrow hips. Sharp mace-end of their staff pressed to his chest, crackling with barely suppressed electricity. Electricity they’re sure to loose on him if he doesn’t obey. Lighting him up, all along the crisscrossed metal tripwires. Searing him like a steak.

“Good boy,” their voice is flat, neither pleased nor mocking. Simply telling him a fact, that he’s being a good boy. “Do as you’re told and I won’t have to hurt you.”

His body flinches ever so slightly at their words. The metal wire rubs his bare skin raw. He wants to be good. He wants to be good for them. To do as he’s told. It’s what he’s used to, dog that he is. And here’s another dog, baring their teeth as they loose him from the collar of his master. The only collar now is the wire wound around his neck. The end is limp across his chest, waiting for them to take it up. To take him up.

“You want that so badly, don’t you?” Nik scoffs, that tainted elven magic crackling against him. “Want to be mine. You think you deserve that? After all you’ve done?”

“No,” it’s a breath, eyes stinging.

“No, that’s right.” They kneel over him, knee digging hard into his stomach. “You don’t. You couldn’t please me, no matter how hard you tried.”

Gil wheezes, nausea rising as their knee digs in deeper. They don’t leave him long to dwell on the sensation. The electricity cracks off their staff, jolting through his whole body like a knife. He thinks he can feel each nerve light up in turn, mapping them as they travel through his body. It leaves him breathless, twitching beneath them as his muscles spasm involuntarily. One finger twitches longer than the others, buzzing with the remnants of their power.

“Look at you. The Gilded Blade. Pathetic,” Nik stands once more, eyeing him like offal. “As pretty and useless as the gold you wear.”

He shouldn’t thrill the way he does at the word pretty. He has, if only superficially, a use. They’ve found a use for him. And that’s all he wants. All he can bring himself to want. It would be a sin to want more, to want to be more, to do more. And he’s already been so sinful. Cock straining against its cage, thoughts and feelings he can hardly even name welling up in him whenever he looks at them.

“Oh.” They sound… disappointed. “Well, that’s no good, is it?”

They’re staring at his shame. Eyes narrowed, lips curled in a sneer of disgust. Apologies trip off his tongue, staunched only by another shock wracking his body. Their magic sparks, arcing between lines of metal. His cage—he belatedly realises—is just as conductive as the tripwire. It tears the breath from his lungs in an instant. Gasping, wheezing, writhing in agony before them. And it feels… not good so much as right.

“Seriously?” Their boot is on his cage now, absentmindedly nudging it this way and that. “You think I’d ever let you fuck me? You can’t even get hard with this thing on.”

It’s true. His shaft is straining against the cage, head bulging through the gaps as it’s held in place. But it’s good, it’s right. He can’t indulge in his sins like this. And yet… and yet that’s what they want of him. What use, of course, is his cock if he can’t pleasure them with it? If that’s what his new master wants of him. A dog to satisfy their most basal, animal needs. But even in that, he’s useless.

“I asked you a question.”

They don’t give him time to answer. He tastes the electricity on his tongue, limbs spasming. It feels almost right for them to take control of his body. To hijack his nerves and tendons and muscles, making them contract against his will. Every part of him is theirs to control. His brain and meat and organs thrown into a sausage grinder, spit out into a casing of his own intestines and presented in the exact shape they want him.

“I’ll ask again. Do you think I’d ever let you fuck me?”

“No,” his voice cracks, skin burning where the metal touches. “Never.”

“That’s right. You can’t even get hard. You’d never be able to pleasure me.” Their heel presses down against his balls, just hard enough to make him jerk. “You couldn’t make me feel good. Couldn’t make me cum. And what use are you if you can’t do that?”

“No use.” His breath catches as he realises it might have been a rhetorical question.

“Exactly.” They seem almost pleased that he’s starting to understand them. “But you’re still trying to get hard, aren’t you? Your cock is still trying its best, even though you just can’t do it.”

His body is wrecked. Skin like crackling, fat rendered, organs nothing more than tripe. And yet, they’re right. His cock tries to twitch in the confines of its cage, desperate to satisfy them in the only way it can. To pleasure them. To make them happy, to make them want him, to make him useful to them. But they’re right. He can’t even do this for them. He’s useless. A botched cut. Fit for nothing more than feeding a dog.

And they are feeding. Heel pressing into his most sensitive spot, mocking his impotence. They eye him like he’s prime meat, bloody and raw and waiting to be torn apart by those sharp canines. The idea that he could fuck them may be laughable, but he can provide them something. Even if that something comes in the form of a willing victim. A sacrifice to their sadistic tendencies. A carcass to butcher.

The mace-head of their staff digs into his chest, pressing at his skin as they release a little more electricity into him. It tears him apart. Every inch of him clenches, convulses, compresses into pinpoints of pain. Their hard eyes and curled lip are seared into his eyelids as he arches his back and—

Dream and wakefulness flicker together. His nerves are still burning, the weight still bearing down on his chest. The night air is muggy and his limbs unbound. His cock strains and throbs against its cage, pleasure wracking his body. It’s almost more painful than the shocks were, his body trying to curl in on itself as cum leaks pathetically from his cock. But the weight on his chest is still there, in the form of Nik, sleeping peacefully even as his body tenses and shakes under them.

And that hurts even more. His stomach clenches, twists at the thought of doing this to them. Of cumming to thoughts of them, without their knowledge. They’ve been so… good to him. In the only way he can conceive of goodness directed towards him. Their hand is loose around the makeshift leash. Guilt crowds his throat, his chest, his lungs. They’re so peaceful when they sleep. Their shin is pressed up against his cage. He’s made a mess of their wife’s clothes. They’re snoring softly. It wasn’t his fault. It was a dream. It was his dream. He debased them in his mind. They’re nuzzling against his chest. His heart hurts. He messed up. He ruined everything. They’re so small on his chest. They scare him. He needs them. He doesn’t deserve them. He’s still hard.

It’s an hour or more until sunrise.

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I have sooo much porn planned about this campaign and we're only like four sessions in >:3c Nik belongs to @threadmoon, Zander belongs to me, and everyone else belongs to our wonderful DM @panie-wanie-dean-bean

Content: virginity kink, magical genital change, oral sex, cockwarming, very mild dubcon vibes, dacryphilia, biting, masochism, creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, risk of getting caught, praise kink, panties as a gag, oral fingering

“Just a second, we need to get comfortable~” Zander calls out the window of the carriage, grinning lasciviously at the prince. “Isn’t that right, your highness?”

Josh gives a low groan, face buried in his hands. Nik’s dress is mercifully not too tight around him, but it’s far too short. And it’s not helped by their wandering hands, smoothing up his thighs and cupping up between his legs. He can feel their magic, almost fizzy and tingling as it runs through him. His breath catches in his throat at the feeling of their fingers curling around his cock, squirming a little under their touch.

“D-do you have to do it like this?” His voice trembles.

“No,” Nik fights back a wicked grin. “It’s just more fun.”

Josh whines. He can feel their hand pressing closer and closer to him, hollow warmth seeming to blossom where their hand sinks against him. Zander’s strong and steady behind him, holding his almost boneless body still as Nik’s magic works. Large hands grope at his flat chest. It’s enjoying this almost as much as Nik is. Feeling him up through the little dress, pinning him to keep him from squirming. It loves manhandling him like this, especially with how sweetly he blushes and squirms for them with it does.

“There we go,” Nik pulls their hand away with a hum of approval, spreading Josh’s legs to admire the pretty little pussy between them. “Perfect.”

“Hear that?” Zander murmurs against Josh’s neck, lips teasing at the soft skin there. “My wife gave you a cute little cunt for me to fuck~”

Josh’s heart skips a beat, whimpering as he melts against Zander. Its words send a thrill through him. Not to mention the look in Nik’s eyes as they settle back in their seat to watch their husband absolutely wreck his tight new hole. They look almost too excited about it. At least, for his sensibilities. It’s embarrassing, the way they leer at him with that teasing little smirk.

“Think I should prep him?” Zander talks to Nik over his shoulder, as though he’s not even there.

Nik raises their eyebrows and nods between his open legs with a scoff. “He doesn’t need it. He’s already dripping. Besides, don’t you want to enjoy how tight I made him for you?”

Fuck. They’re right, he can feel the wetness between his thighs, his new hole already desperate to be filled. And the thought of being made for Zander to use… It sends a thrill through him. Especially with the way Zander’s eager hips rut against him, hard cock pressing up between his thighs. It’s a sight to behold, at least with the knowledge that it’ll be inside of him soon. Thick and girthy, and just waiting to pound into his sensitive virgin pussy—

“Mn… please…” The word is almost a whisper, thighs pressing together around Zander’s cock.

“Fuck, princess~” Zander’s hips buck, thrusting between his thighs. “So eager for my cock.”

Its strong hands lift him under the thighs with ease, fingers gently spreading his lips as the head of its cock presses against his new hole. Josh’s hands wrap around its forearms to steady himself, making a quite frankly embarrassing sound as its cock nudges lightly at his new clit. And through it all, Nik looks on in vague amusement, making sure to catch Josh’s eye as often as they can.

And then they’re tapping on the roof of the carriage. “We’re all set!” They call out, giving Josh a teasing wink.

The horses are spurred on, the rattle of the cabin causing Zander to all but drop Josh onto its cock. It laughs a little at Nik’s mischief, seeming unphased by the feeling of Josh around it. For his part, he cries out in shock and bliss, just barely muffled by Zander’s hand as it pushes two fingers into his mouth to silence him. His new little hole is stretched in a way that feels impossible, stuffed to the brim with Zander’s cock. Each little bump and sway moves them both, sending shivers of pleasure up Josh’s spine.

“Mmm, you’re so soft, princess~” Zander’s lips suck a bruise onto his neck, hand wandering back up to grope his chest. “Nik was right, you didn’t need any prep.”

Two fingers lazily stroke Josh’s tongue, letting him suck on them to release some of that pent up desperation. As the carriage settles into a steady rhythm, Zander and Nik take up a congenial conversation, chatting as though Josh isn’t there at all. It leaves him all the more time to focus on his new body. On the way it feels to be full. To be stretched out around Zander’s shaft. On each bump and motion and the way its other hand wraps firm around his waist to stroke at his clit.

His eyes close tight, melting into Zander as they travel. It’s all too much for him to focus on at once. And the way every little thing sends waves of hot delight through him… The flickers of overwhelming arousal with each slow, lazy circle of Zander’s calloused thumb on his clit… It’s too much for him. It feels like its been hours now, that they’ve been chatting away around him and he’s been impaled on his first ever cock. He’s sure its been hours.

And yet, it’s only within seconds of the carriage beginning to roll that his walls are already clenching around Zander’s huge cock, eyes rolling back in pleasure. And within a few more measly seconds, his vision is going fuzzy around the edges and his ears are rushing with blood as an earth-shattering orgasm rolls through him. It’s like every muscle in his body tenses in a long wave, new cunt milking Zander’s cock as though desperate to be filled. He’s shaking, trembling, whining and begging and crying like he’s never been touched before in his life.

“It’s okay,” Zander’s voice is soothing in his ear, still flicking idly at his clit and fingering his babbling mouth. “Shhh, we don’t want to make a scene, do we? I know it’s overwhelming. I know, I know. It’s okay. You’re okay. I’ve got you, princess. I’ve got you, don’t worry.”

Josh can feel the tremors wracking his body as his orgasm subsides into something not dissimilar to a second, weaker one. He’s more aware. Too aware. Aware of the way his walls clench so tight around the cock inside of him. Of every jolt of pleasure his clit sends through his body. Of the head of Zander’s cock pressing against what he can only assume is his cervix—or whatever else Nik’s given him at the end of his vagina. Whatever it is, the feeling of it being pressed against is blissful agony, too much and too strong and yet he craves more each time the motion of the carriage pulls him away from it even slightly.

“There we go,” Zander gives him a sweet kiss under his jaw. “You’re being so good for us. I know this isn’t easy, but you’re being so good. Now keep being good and cockwarm me until we stop for the night, yeah? I’m not letting you off me until we’re ready to make camp.”

Josh shudders at the thought of being stuck like this for the rest of the day, stuffed full and orgasming while Zander and Nik act like this is the most normal thing in the world. It’s awful, evil, diabolical, wonderful. It’s absolutely cruel and vile and perfect. He lets his head drop back against Zander’s shoulders, lolling to the side slightly as it sucks another dark bruise into his neck. He hopes, at least, to get a few minutes reprieve before the pleasure builds too high once more.

And then the carriage hits a small rock. It’s nothing too bad, something they’re all use to feeling as they sit inside the cabin. And yet— Josh bounces in Zander’s lap, feeling the head of its cock drag against his walls as he lifts up. And then he comes back down. And fuck, its huge cock all but punches the air from his lungs as it slams into the back of his sensitive cunt. He falls forward, caught only by Zander’s arm around his stomach as he cums again, tears streaming down his cheeks and hiccuping moans leaving his lips between broken sobs, all muffled by Zander’s thick fingers.

“Oh come on,” Nik gives an exaggerated sigh, levelling Josh with a look that’s equal parts exasperation and adoration. “You’ll give the game away if you keep moaning like a cheap whore.”

Josh whimpers, eyes glazing over a little as he watches Nik shimmy around in their clothes for a moment. They’re graceful, even stripping in the cramped little carriage. He can’t take his eyes off them. Their smooth, muscular thighs and their soft, round ass. Appearing and then disappearing just as quickly, as they pull their clothes right back into place with ease. Soon enough, they’re holding their panties up triumphantly.

“Open wide, princess.” Nik leans forward to pull his jaw open, shooing Zander’s hand away.

He’s perfectly obedient, of course. Sniffling and whimpering as they press the soft material of their panties into his mouth bit by bit. Soon enough, it’s balled up on his tongue, soaked through with his spit and a little wetness from them that he savours the taste of. The proof of their enjoyment at watching his predicament makes his pussy flutter. And the cloth in his mouth helps muffle the little moan he gives as they close his jaw and give his cheek a condescending pat.

“Good boy.” Nik’s hand squeezes his face, kissing over his stuffed mouth for a lingering moment before they settle back into their seat.

Josh takes a deep breath through his nose, trying to orient himself now that he’s settled in somewhat. The pleasure is still a slowly building thrum deep inside of him, but he’s able to think a little clearer. His cheeks flush hot with embarrassment as he realises it’s only been a minute or so since they first set off. And he’s already cum. Twice. Humiliation floods him in a heady flutter, more tears pressing at the backs of his eyes as he lets the overwhelming feelings overtake him

Neither of the two seem to mind how needy he is, how sensitive and desperate. No, they’re back to chatting again, Zander absentmindedly stroking his side affectionately with the hand that isn’t toying with his clit like a fidget. It’s reassuring, the gentle affection. Not to mention the softening of Nik’s eyes every time their gaze flickers to him for just a moment. Even Zander’s cock remaining hard inside of him is reassurance that it’s enjoying this as much as he is.

The ride is… well, a ride, that’s for sure. He squirms in Zander’s lap throughout the afternoon, worked up to orgasm after orgasm, wracking his body and leaving him limp and boneless against its chest. It simply praises him idly for being such a good cockwarmer during the lulls in conversation. But for the most part, the lads simply enjoy watching the slick wetness drip down Josh’s thighs and soak Zander’s lap. He’s tender and overstimulated and raw, each movement making him more and more sensitive to the next.

Somewhere in the haze of pleasure, the heady smell of sex, and the taste of Nik’s panties, Josh eventually becomes aware of the carriage slowing towards a stop for the night. His mind slowly churns over this information, trying to reach for the reason the sound worries him. Horses stopping… making camp… sitting in Zander’s lap… cockwarming… new pussy… short dress… Gil and Shimmer—fuck, that’s it. Gil will be there soon enough, always at the door to help Nik down from the carriage. He’ll be there soon enough to see the debauchery taking place inside. He’ll—

Josh whines around his makeshift gag to try to get their attention, nodding in the direction of where Gil and Shimmer still sit atop the horses, guiding them ever so slowly into the clearing they’ve chosen for the night.

“What’s wrong, princess?” Zander gives a cheeky grin, slowly pulling the panties from his mouth.

“Th-they’ll see— I can’t— We’ve gotta— Mnn… Need you to ch-change me back!” The lads enjoy his stammering, almost mindless with pleasure and barely clinging on to this last rational thought.

“Oh no, baby.” Zander’s nose nudges against Josh’s neck teasingly. “You don’t get to stop until I’ve cum~”

Josh’s heart skips a beat, cunt clenching at the thought of Zander pumping him full of cum. “H-hurry up!”

“So impatient,” it sighs and lazily thrusts up into him, hands hooking under his legs to pull them apart and work him up and down on its cock. “Wanna help out, babe?”

Nik’s tongue comes out to lick their lips, stud glinting as the last of the sun’s rays catch on it. They slip to their knees in front of Josh and Zander, leaning in. The feeling of their tongue on his clit makes Josh yelp. Zander stuffs its fingers into his mouth once more to quiet him, nodding at Nik to continue. Their tongue laps at his hole, stud nudging at his clit with every upward stroke. Zander gives a low groan as their lips brush against his shaft, still fucking up into Josh as Nik helps work him towards another all-consuming orgasm.

It doesn’t take long, his teeth biting down on Zander’s fingers instinctively as he tries to keep his cries to himself. It only growls low in his ear, cock twitching as it fucks him harder. Something in him breaks at the sound, desperate to feel more. To get fucked again and again. To see just how deep this feral, masochistic side of Zander goes. He’s so far gone, he almost—almost—misses the way its cock pulses inside of him, warm cum filling his virgin hole.

He whimpers something around its fingers that sounds suspiciously like its name. It holds him down for a moment longer, panting hot words of praise in his ear and promising to thoroughly help break in his new hole. And oh god does the word “break” do something to him, with Zander’s strong hands gripping him so tightly. If he had any working muscles left in his body, he’d get on his knees and start begging for it. But as it is, he can only let Zander slide him gently off its lap and into the seat beside it, boneless and limp.

“What a mess,” Nik’s fingers dip into Josh’s cunt, pulling them back out to admire the way the mixture of cum clings to them. “I can help with that, just keep your voice down. I think Gil’s coming.”

Josh’s eyes are glued to the way Nik’s mouth wraps around their fingers to lick them clean. He wants to protest, but they’re already between his thighs, eager tongue lapping at his soaked hole. And fuck is their tongue just as eager and skilled on his cunt as it was on his cock. It takes everything in him to keep his voice low as Gil gets down from the driver’s seat and approaches the door. The only mercy is that his next orgasm comes quick.

“No, no, no, no, no no no nononono—Ah!”

His cheeks are wet with tears, whole body trembling as he seems to hit his peak over and over. He’d heard about this sort of thing, orgasms almost overlapping into one drawn out moment of transcendent bliss. But he’d never imagined this. Nik’s head clamped between his thighs, moaning as they eat him out like they’re starving. Like he’s the best thing they’ve ever tasted. Nerves he didn’t know he had lighting up like fireworks. Pleasure so good it starts to hurt.

Before it can hurt too much, they pull away with a lick of their lips and a sound of contentment. “There you are, all clean~”

Josh’s cheeks are wet with tears, chest heaving as he tries desperately to catch his breath. “But what ab-bout—?”

He doesn’t have time to finish fretting about the short dress that doesn’t even begin to cover his swollen, abused hole. About the idea of Gil opening the door to see his new cunt, flushed red with arousal and overuse. They simply wink at him playfully as they slip back into their seat. The door opens, fresh air rushing in to replace the hot, damp heat of sex and sweat. Josh’s hands move to try to tug futilely at the hem of the dress—

His clothes are back to normal. His usual tunic and pants, comforting and solid on him. Even as his heart continues to pound with excess adrenaline, he takes comfort in knowing that Gil isn’t seeing anything out of the ordinary. Even his cheeks have been dried of tears. And he’s fairly certain if he found a looking glass that his face wouldn’t look any different either. No, everything’s normal again. Everything’s normal, just in time to set up camp for the night.

As he steps out of the carriage, he realises two things aren’t quite as back to normal as he’d thought:

He still has a cunt.

And it’s still soaking wet.

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Like rather than fishing for people to unwittingly participate in your kink just fucking ask what it would take for the character to brat tame you

There really is something to be said for the way that people nonconsensually try to brat in the inboxes of creators. Like you may not register that it's what you're doing, but when you keep pushing and pushing with asks about all the things you'd do to make a character snap, despite getting back responses about how it wouldn't work, you're bratting. And the creator you're talking to usually hasn't consented to being part of that. Stop expecting strangers to verbally brat tame you. Stop trying to "win" especially against yanderes whose whole point is that you don't win. There's brat tamers abound in the real world who will actually consent to being part of your kink, stop trying to force strangers who are just trying to write/draw characters into being your Dom.

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There really is something to be said for the way that people nonconsensually try to brat in the inboxes of creators. Like you may not register that it's what you're doing, but when you keep pushing and pushing with asks about all the things you'd do to make a character snap, despite getting back responses about how it wouldn't work, you're bratting. And the creator you're talking to usually hasn't consented to being part of that. Stop expecting strangers to verbally brat tame you. Stop trying to "win" especially against yanderes whose whole point is that you don't win. There's brat tamers abound in the real world who will actually consent to being part of your kink, stop trying to force strangers who are just trying to write/draw characters into being your Dom.

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Ummmmm @panie-wanie-dean-bean was soooooo nicies to me and @threadmoon and is running a dnd campaign for us, and he even handed the lads some cute virgins to corrupt~ So now y'all are gonna have to deal with me writing porn from our campaign :3 (Prince Josh belongs to Evan as do Gil and Shimmer)

Content: blowjob, mild dubcon, tit/nipple sucking, praise kink, royalty/guard (sort of), semi-public sex, risk of getting caught, grinding, multiple orgasms, cum swallowing

It seemed the day was determined to be awful. The ride had been a long and bumpy one. Smooth dirt roads had given way to cracked paths littered with stones. Ray was doing his best to scout, but the morning had been misty, and low clouds made for slow going. There wasn’t much else to do but roll slowly along and hope for the best.

And then there’d been a crack. The wheel of the supply wagon breaking on a particularly big rock. After a lengthy and unproductive discussion about what to do, Nik had finally gotten sick of it all and simply ordered Zander and Gil to cram the most important things into the carriage, and lash to the top anything else they possibly could. It was another agonising hour before they could even think about hitting the road again, the cabin of the carriage stuffed with rations and trunks of books and the largest of their tents.

Even with Nik’s compression charm, it wasn’t an easy fit. Zander ended up with a heavy trunk in its lap and Josh ended up with a very frustrated Nik in his. All in all, it was a shit morning. And the stewing silence was thick with anticipation for what might go wrong next. For whether or not Nik’s fuse would finally reach its end. Especially as Shimmer and Gil took their time lashing down the last of the supplies and trying to determine whether or not they were on the right path.

“Finally.” Zander breathes a sigh of relief as the cart begins to rattle its way down the road once more.

“Stop that.” Nik’s tongue is sharp, elbow jamming back into Josh’s side in annoyance.

“I— Stop what? I’m not doing anything!” The prince’s protests are a halfhearted whine, fingers twitching at his side nervously.

“Moving. Stop it.”

Josh lets out a few stammered sounds of disagreement before his hands twitch up and grab Nik’s hips to try to keep them still. “I’m not moving! It’s— It’s the carriage. The road’s bumpy.”

Nik grumbles out a few expletives, but tries to settle down. It’s not easy, perched on the edge of Josh’s lap, toes barely able to brush the floor. They have to let go of their pride a little. It’s not an easy thing for them. But they’d rather not get bounced out of his lap at the next stray rock. So they take a deep breath and slide back, letting their body become cradled by his. They slot into him well, the curve of their ass nestled neatly against his hips, their firm back leaning into his chest.

He’s cold. They’re not sure how to feel about that. They’re used to the borderline stifling heat of their husband, but it’s an oddly soothing cool that presses against them now, fighting off the warmth of the crowded carriage. He’s less soft than Zander as well, not so much a cushion as a wiry frame. Certainly not the most comfortable seat. But his hands are surprisingly steady as he holds their hips to try to keep them from bouncing in his lap too much.

He’s certain they can feel the trembling of his hands. Fingers curled around the curve of their hips, trying to keep them still. It’s not a wholly selfless pursuit. They’re so soft and warm and nestled in his lap in a way that makes his pulse jump. He’s sure they can hear the pounding of his heart. The thick swallows he can’t seem to quiet as they settle against him. It’s… he can’t skirt around it any more, it’s their ass and thighs. Soft yet firm. Warm. Shifting with every shudder and rock of the carriage against his— Fuck.

Nik can feel his cock against their ass with each involuntary movement. They’re not sure which is worse, his hard bulge grinding against them for the foreseeable future or the absolutely bastard grin Zander keeps levelling at them. Josh’s breathing is shaky underneath them. His body jolts with every rock they hit, grip not quite strong enough to keep them properly still. By the time they stop for lunch, Nik is half tempted to lash themself to the top of the cart with the rest of the supplies.

It’s a blessed relief when the cart is pulled to a stop and the door is opened for them all. Gil is ever the chivalrous knight, helping Nik down before reaching in to grab the trunk in Zander’s lap so he can get out too. Shimmer is quick and efficient, setting up a little place for everyone to rest and beginning to prepare a light lunch. There’s a brief, whispered exchange between Nik and Zander, and then Zander is smiling that charming smile as he approaches Shimmer and Gil.

“That carriage is so warm with everything in it.” He takes a deep, delighted breath of fresh air. “I think we’ll go for a little walk before lunch. Don’t worry about us, eat whenever it’s ready and we’ll be back once we’ve gotten our fill of nature.”

Shimmer gives a sympathetic smile and ushers them off to enjoy the rejuvenating forest. “Just don’t be back too late!”

“Yes, ma’am,” Zander gives a little salute and wanders in the direction of where Nik has cornered Josh at the treeline.

“Don’t say a word.” Nik’s little hand wraps tighter around Josh’s wrist than he’d ever thought possible, tugging him with considerable strength away from the others. “This is your fault.”

Josh opens his mouth to ask— well, he has a number of questions on the tip of his tongue, really. But he thinks better of saying anything. Instead, he stumbles into the forest after them, glancing back as Zander follows. The arousal and fear and other emotions he can’t put a name to seem to pool in his stomach, hot and churning. They pull him far enough from Gil and Shimmer that they can speak at a normal volume without being overheard.

“Alright,” Nik shoves Josh against the nearest tree, ignoring his winded sound of surprise as they get on their knees before him.

“Let’s deal with this. Because I can’t go another however many hours with this thing.”

“H-uh?” Josh squeaks out a vague sound of confusion, squirming as Nik’s lithe fingers make quick work of his trousers and underwear.

“Shhh, it’s okay cutie~” Zander’s next to him now, fingers running through his hair and lips pressing sweetly to his temple. “They’ll be gentle. They don’t use teeth unless you ask.”

It’s dizzying. Josh’s brain can’t quite seem to keep up with what’s going on. One moment he’s expecting them to draw a knife on him, and the next his back is pressed to the rough bark of a tree and their hot breath is ghosting across his hard cock. His eyes flutter shut and a low groan leaves him, leaning full-body into Zander. Nik’s hand presses against his pelvis firmly, determined to keep him as still as possible as they spend a moment taking in the sight of him.

“Not bad…” It’s muttered to themself with an absentminded lick of their lips, eyes darkening ever so slightly. Just because this is a job to them doesn’t mean they can’t enjoy it a little…

Josh doesn’t have time to wonder if he should be flattered or insulted by that. Nik’s lips press against the head, giving an almost playful kiss. Zander’s sharp nails scritch at his scalp, Nik’s thumb rubbing at the tender skin where his waistband usually sits. The sensations are overwhelming in the best way. And then their lips part and they slowly lick up his shaft, tongue swirling around the head as they take him into their mouth. It’s warm and wet and there’s a—

“A-ah-hah! W-what’s tha-at?” His breath is stuttering, the words all but punched out of his chest at the feeling of hot, solid metal rolling against his sensitive cock.

“Aw, I always love when people feel it for the first time!” Zander gives a playful laugh, covering his mouth with its hand. “I know they’re good, but you’ll have to be nice and quiet for us, cutie. Don’t want Gil and Shimmer to hear, do we?”

Josh’s heart does a little flip at the idea of getting caught, cock twitching in Nik’s mouth. He shakes his head with a muffled little whimper, turning his face towards Zander and trying not to look too closely at Nik as they work. They look so good on their knees. Big eyes watching him closely for every little reaction as his cock disappears between those soft lips. Their free hand comes up to cup his balls, giving a teasing little squeeze as they bob their head.

“They look so good like that, don’t they?” Zander’s voice has dropped to a husky purr, admiring Josh and its wife in equal measure. “On their knees, sucking your pretty little cock. Does it feel good, princess?”

Josh’s eyes all but roll back, hips twitching as he barely holds himself back from thrusting into their mouth. Nik gives something that sounds almost like an approving hum, the hand on his lower stomach pressing his hips back a little. They’re surprisingly gentle with him. All their frustration seems to have melted into arousal. They want him—No, they need him to cum for them. To cum so they don’t have to spend the rest of the day feeling that eager cock grinding against their ass.

“You’re so good for us. Such a good boy,” Zander isn’t quite sure who to admire more, caught between Josh’s state of virgin bliss and Nik’s sultry tongue as they press their piercing right up against the underside of his cock.

“Fuck!” It’s something between a squeak, a mewl, and a sob as Josh’s eyes tear up in pleasure.

“Aww baby,” Zander pulls his face into its tits, kissing the top of his head and scritching at his scalp again. “We’ve gotta be quiet, remember? Don’t want anyone but us seeing them suck your cock so prettily~”

Nik’s eyes flicker for just a moment to Zander, one eye squinting in annoyance as they pull their hand from Josh’s balls to flip him off. Despite its light laughter, they return to their task diligently. Their hand slides up to stroke his cock, lips moving down to take his balls into their mouth. It knocks the little remaining breath from his lungs, thoroughly buried in Zander’s cleavage as Nik’s tongue stud laves over his most sensitive spots.

Zander can’t help but enjoy Josh’s sounds. Whines and gasps and moans and broken, whimpered pleas are all muffled against its skin. Zander guides his head with a gentle yet firm hand in his hair, letting its loose shirt fall open and guiding Josh’s mouth to his nipple. It’s almost instinctive, the way Josh latches on, eyes closing in bliss as he sucks on Zander’s tit. It’s much better than he is at keeping its sounds of pleasure low. Soft sighs of delight breathed gently in Josh’s ear alongside words of praise.

“Good boy, such a good boy for us. Go on, whatever you need. Your lips feel so good~”

Josh’s hands hesitantly raise to cup Zander’s tits, encouraged by the soft moan of approval it rewards him with. It gives him something to focus on other than Nik’s mouth, sucking him off once more as their skilled hands play with his balls. It’s only been a couple of minutes. Longer than he ever thought he’d last, and yet he still feels like it’s too embarrassingly soon for him to cum. But fuck if they’re not both working hard to embarrass him.

Nik’s mouth is so hot and wet. Their tongue is skilled, wrapping around his shaft as they take him all the way into their mouth with ease. Not that he’s big by any means. But that doesn’t change how fucking incredible it feels to be fully buried inside of them. The touch of their lips against his pelvis. The nudge of their nose against the soft curls of his pubes. The welcoming warmth of the inside of them, something he never thought he’d be lucky enough to feel.

He tries to whine out a little warning, but Zander doesn’t let him pull away enough to say anything audible. It’s probably for the best. He’s not sure he can rely on his voice to stay low enough that they don’t get caught. Not that he’s thinking much of anything as his cock throbs in their mouth, cum spilling over their tongue.

He expects—for some reason—them to pull away. To be disgusted. To maybe even yell at him for daring to cum in their mouth. He’s already whimpering apologies in an unsteady ramble, tearing up and begging them not to be mad. It takes Zander giving his hair a light tug and forcing his mouth back onto its tits to shut him up. But they’re not mad. Instead, they give something he can almost mistake for a sound of enjoyment as they swallow it all down.

They pull away with a soft, wet sound. “For fuck’s sake.” They sigh, eyeing his still-hard cock. “Look, I’ll make you cum again, but I’d better not feel this thing again. And stop saying sorry.”

Josh’s cheeks flush hot with embarrassment, whining against Zander’s tits. His eyes prick a little with tears, overwhelmed physically and emotionally by everything. All he can do is suck at Zander’s tits for comfort, letting himself be cradled against its chest. He thinks he might die at the feeling of Nik’s mouth returning to his cock to suck him off again, but it’s a surprising relief to his aching, almost painfully hard cock. They cradle him on their tongue, waiting for him to be ready for more.

“You’re doing so good for us, princess.” Zander’s voice is so warm and comforting, the embarrassment almost melts away. “Nik’s enjoying it, really. And you’re being so good. Your pretty little cock is so eager for us. All we want is to make you feel good. Just relax and let Nik make you feel good. Just enjoy their sweet mouth on you. Don’t worry about how fast you cum or how much you cum. Just be a good boy for us and let it all happen~”

It’s almost hypnotic, the way it speaks to him. His eyes flutter shut, body relaxing back against the tree as he mouths at Zander’s tits almost rhythmically. Nik gives a cursory grunt of agreement, unable to bring themself to be any sweeter about it. They don’t want his first time to be bad, but the stress of the morning still hasn’t fully shaken off. Though, the familiar act of sucking cock has helped more than they’d care to admit.

Their hands move to his hips, pressing them hard against the tree. Their head begins to move again, lips tight around his shaft and tongue coming out to lap at his balls every time they reach his base. It’s a new pace, quick and eager. Their eyes are closed now, focused on their job. Soft moans and sighs of enjoyment vibrate their mouth, making Josh’s cock twitch. It’s faster this time, his hips straining against their hands as he mindlessly tries to thrust into their mouth. Soon enough, they’re swallowing down his cum once more, savouring the taste on their tongue even as he softens between their lips.

“Good boy,” Zander’s voice is barely a whisper, letting Josh pull away finally. “You did such a good job for us.”

Josh goes limp against Zander, panting softly as his legs shake. He can’t react to the praise further than a soft moan, spent cock just barely twitching. But—much to Nik’s relief—it remains soft. They pull away and lick their lips, giving an almost appraising hum of pleasure at the lingering taste of him. Their own thighs press together, and they become annoyingly aware of the wetness between them. But there’s no time to deal with that. Not when Josh is barely able to stand, and Zander is having to help him back into his clothes properly.

“Alright.” Nik stands with a huff, snapping for the two to follow them back to the carriage. “We’ll take lunch on the road, we’ve already wasted too much time today.”

And then they’re back in that cramped little cabin, Nik settled into Josh’s lap and desperately trying to ignore their own near-desperate need. They can take care of that later. For now, they need to get the taste of Josh out of their mouth, so they don’t have to think about how good his cock feels anymore. Though—a particularly rough bump presses their ass back against him hard, letting them feel…

“Oh for fucks sake.”

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Deepest condolences Sun. Losing someone (such as a beloved pet) that's helped you for years is hard, especially when it wasn't their time yet. May her memory be a blessing. -Sleepy

Thank you so much, I really appreciate that 💙