Some Anti-AI Banners I Made, Anyone Is Free To Use Them, No Credit Necessary. Light Mode And Dark Mode

😳🥵🥵 Wish I was Starlight so bad right there and then ..... Watching the boys right now on, at episode 7 so far– can't wait to write a fic of Homelander

Ok I'm in the mood for any sexy fanfic about Disney Guy characters I don't know why I just am especially the ones who are very good looking such as the beast Eric Prince Philip John Smith John Rolfe and Hercules and Prince Naveen and Aladdin and li shang I don't know why they're just very handsome and sexy as hell 🥵😏 please do forgive me for saying this also please be safe

😜🤠 I was in the middle of writing other stuff but saw your message and boom, inspiration- I really enjoyed writing this and hope it's sexy and yall enjoy! 😜I might write more~ • Art does not belong to me. This is smut, no other warnings except usage of words : Length & staff. • Words: 1.2k

Prince Philip x Gender Neutral Reader (Marital bliss)💋

Morning air felt more magical than ever since the wedding. 

The sunshine pouring in, the gentle flowing of lace curtains and tweeting of insistent birds flying in through the high windows, every morning in the grand bedroom would bring about an indescribable joy waking you up without a hitch. What especially overjoyed your heart laid asleep right next to you tangled in the sheets on the velvety plump bed, a dashing boyish face with thin petal lips and fluffy brown hair- softer than any bear's fur- you'd comb if he hadn't been sleeping peacefully. You sigh on your side of the plush pillow. 

Very content in watching him sleep as the sunlight peeked through the curtains and flashed over his pale delicate features, your eyes following the brightness sliding down the slim mounds of his defined chest before going over the rest of the plum-shade sheets covering both your and his bare bodies. Oh how much you adored him. 

Your prince deserved some sleep after last night's tiring hunt. 

CHIRP. CHIRP. 

Zipping past your sight in the air were songbirds, in blues and pinks, singing away in loud melodies you didn't wish to hear for once— you whispered at them and gestured at the window with a hand—hoping they would retire and that all the sounds wouldn't wake your husband. It may have been too late as you hear a heavenly groan from your close side. 

Your prince was stirred from sleep by the chirps. The birds became silent like they had planned this.

"Oh, good- good morning, my beloved." He fluttered awake, honey-brown eyes glittering in the light, blinking around in a daze until they found and settled on you with loving ease. 

Sleep washing away from his face as he smiled warmly, dreamy so your lips curled to mirror him.

If you weren't under a love spell before, you are now from the moment his gentle voice called out to you. 

"Philip, good morning. Are you feeling better now?" You asked, as always the first thing you do.

He shifted in the sheets comfortably, turning his more exposed body to the side fully to face me. 

"Oh, I feel better than ever,'' he sighed, still smiling bright as you felt a wiggling hand from underneath the sheets crawl up the hill of your hips and rest there. You held back a sound in your throat as you closed your eyes and enjoyed his warm hold on your skin. Ever since the wedding, you discovered this prince was really insatiable when he awoke— But you loved it, your body buzzing in anticipation for what's to come next.

You couldn't help telling him your worry, "what if the maids or someone hears us?" The day right after a hunt usually meant the servants and people were busied and going about in the halls. 

"My truest love," your eyes instantly opened to that sweet voice calling you by an even sweeter nickname. "How could you be so adorable, to worry for others when they only come at the ring of a bell. We are free to be with each other as we like," his gentle hand began rubbing your hip and trekking backwards to your buttocks. 

He was right. You and Philip were free to do as you both pleased as only the two of you shared the second grandest bedroom in the castle. Who would dare intrude on your honeymoon days?

As his hand carefully fondled one buttcheek, a pleased sound escaped your lips. Philip was convincing you by the second, not that you'd say no to receiving his immense love.

It felt like only the two of you were there in the whole world when looking around the enormous bed, in the center of the spacious and tall decorated room where echoes can't reach. Both of you had your own little castle within the castle. . . 

"Will that be a yes, lovely?" With his handsome face drawn close, a light pink of excitement clouding his slim cheeks, glowing honeyed eyes staring deep into you now as if asking for permission. 

You grinned and obliged happily, "oh, Philip, yes." 

That was all he wanted to hear for him to unleash his hunger, expertly rolling on top of you in a blink of an eye. You recognized the hunter's look as he massaged both your hips and lowered his lips to your sensitive ear, starting tiny kisses trailing a delicious path of shivers down your jaw, down the center of your vulnerable throat and bare chest. There he was enjoying himself for too long at touching and licking your nipples. You glanced down and spotted his rising staff, reddened and beautifully his. 

He stayed mezmorized at groping your chest for another moment and you protested. Impatient at his teasing, you grabbed his surprised face in your hands and pulled him up into a long passionate kiss, spurring a growing fire inside you needing to be quenched.

Your lips parted from Philip's for air as he chuckled at your eagerness, fluffy brown hair now matted to his forehead with sweat. Even still, with the way he always gazed at you full of adoration and peace, he looked so beautiful. And now he looked ready.

Raising your legs above his waist, the sheets slipped off the bed as he stood on his knees and bent over you, and instinctively your arms wrapped around his strong smooth back.

"I-I love you," he said in soft whispers, positioning himself to safety enter his length into your body.

You moaned out as he rubbed himself painfully slow upon your entrance, heating your body to a fiery trembling mess. "Oh I love you as well, please, Philip!"

At that cry, he pushed himself into you, slow and pausing to allow you to relax around him before repeating this until he was entirely inside you. Long and thickening as moments go by, he hadn't moved until you did, his eyes shut and breathing heavy like you. His desire for you is as potent as yours for him.

He began moving with purpose, while you cried out in happiness, his swollen pink lips muttered your name over and over as he kept filling you again and again. 

Keeping you so full of him as you did in his heart, unforgettable and forever there.

Pure blinding bliss as his strong body and yours fit together, moved as one slow and soft before it didn't feel enough. You grew breathless and so he as thrusts after powerful thrusts drove deep into you, and in return you focused on clenching down on him, his hot member fulfilling your every bubbling needs and you welcoming every drop of love within. 

He gasped into your neck, sucking hard and biting the skin to attempt quieting his peeking moans. "Oh perfect, (Name), how are you such a perfect dream come true." 

You thought the same for him but you swallowed, voice too worn out from letting out all those noises in the course of making love.  

Slowly, with feather-like touch, Philip pulled away from your arms reluctantly then collapsed beside you on the bed. Exhaustion wearing both you and him but when you look over at him, he mustered the energy to give you a tired dashing smile as you still felt him throbbing within you.

You smiled lovingly back.

Gentle breathing amidst the songs of morning. Neither of you wishing to be apart, entangled legs and bodies joined together in loving bliss, laying there warm underneath the beaming sun.

 It was also last time the loud chirping of birds disturbed you for the day as they quietly flew out of the window, leaving you and Philip slipping off to dreams in each other's comfort and true love's embrace. 

THE END~

(😘 Kofi: https://ko-fi.com/teresalace )

linlinLavender Fanart

As a new fan /Lavender student of this amazing Japanese teacher/fellow otome game lover :-D on youtube♡♡♡ I wanted to make some fanart!! Took a total of 4 hours and 20 minutes to complete!!!

App used: Ibispaint, on my samsung tablet ♡♡♡

check out her lovely channel!!! LinLinLavender, For otome game reviews and japanese learning lives and more!!!

Wrote this excited 💖☺Nick x Female Reader (The Quarry)

words: 1503 ♡ WARNING, DUBIOUS NON CON, READER DIES.

It would be a miracle if you didn't need extensive therapy after this night since summer camp was about to end with a literal bang. You were also sure of almost two things, one: that you are hopelessly in love with a jerk, and two: you've definitely been tramuatised in one way or another. 

The moon has never shined so bright as tonight, silver light piercing through treetops and ample bushes, reflecting off rooftops and revealing a good amount of the surrounding woods. 

Laying together on the ground with a special friend, one of your fellow camp counsellors, underneath the woodwork ceiling of a cabin that you and the guys found. You wished this could've been romantic.

Today was supposed to be the day you and everyone got ready and all packed to go back home, until the car engine spluttered and malfunctioned. A blessing in the moment but in hindsight, you should've been more alert when joining the others in a party without supervision.

This was supposed to be the last day at Hackett's Quarry and it was suppose to be the most fun. Though 'fun' wouldn't be the word you'll use to describe the sudden turn of events when nightfall came. 

"You smell so good. . ." Nick pressed his sharp nose into your exposed shoulder, urgently breathing in deeply as if your scent was the precious air he needed. His arm was immobile though seemingly slacked around your waist, you tried (key word here: tried) your best to slowly maneuver from his grasp and when that didn't work you just gave up resigned to be his body-pillow.   

Nick terrified you. No doubt he must've known too, or sensed it by the look of that teasing smirk on his face. "Heh- I knew it. . . you never liked me, do you?" Internally you gawked at whatever had led him into thinking that, you felt a gut-feeling you didn't want to know. He literally has you caged between the cold floor and the heavy weight of his arm.  

You took a small pause before carefully answering, "I-I do. Nick, really, do you think I would be spending my last summer with someone I didn't care about? I—"

You grew even more flustered, not noticing his arm tightening the tiniest bit around your waist, scorching your skin. Or was it just the warmth from the heater lantern getting to you, it was a highly probable reason.  

It helped to imagine his soft eyes that would always calm you down are solely staring at the back of your head. Not realizing he was silently tracking your every movement, from the slightest twitch of discomfort at his grip, the fast heaving of your chest and the dip of the shadows inbetween, he listened to your body-language before your own words. "—like you more than you think. . . ." 

His fingernails skimmed across the soft flesh of your belly as if savoring the experience and feeling you up, you tensed for a second underneath your tank-top, he continued exploring without much needed encouragement. "So soft. You're so soft, you know that? Easy enough to slice though and rip out all your insides. . ." 

He was in more or less words, so hostile, creepy in his unsettling remarks. You swore it was like he had sensitive hearing when he kept staring intensely after you muttered something about something you didn't mean to. He lashed out at you, berating you at every chance he got in whispers for what felt like an eternity. 

 It was mind-numbing but you endured it, for the sake of a possibility of "us." After all, he was your friend first and foremost. So you laid beside him slowly, as he watched with a strange intense gaze, you kept your eyes on him too but with concern mostly.

"I'll be here for you, Nick." You say reassuringly before accidentally dozing off to the sound of his breathing. 

-------

That night you had the strangest dream involving an unconventionally dressed fortune-teller and you usually never remember clear details from any dreams, or ones that made actual sense up until now.   

"Hello there my friend. Welcome to my humble abode," greeted cheerfully, an old woman.

"Good to see you are alive... I'm here to help you. Think of me as a guiding hand who helps from time to time."

She sat directly across from you, her lanky fingers folded over a wooden tabletop and a typical black crystal ball tht you'd see in psychic shows was set on your right, pale lit candles and animal-bones dangled in the background as the trinket filled room was barely illuminated in yellowed lantern-light. 

Suddenly you felt a cold breeze that shouldn't be possible in such an enclosed space. The woman continued staring into your eyes although didn't seem to notice your discomfort at the close proximity as she moved on quickly.

"Be warned and remember: The curse prompts the victim into displaying their true emotions in that time... True feelings are surfacing."

As if pitying your predicament her cryptic words were spoken so solemnly, and sensible enough to make an interpretation out of yet vague enough to be ungraspable by your mind. What curse was she even talking about? 

"I'd like to show you some visions. Would that be alright?" The woman asked, lips sucked in, a keenness in her unreadable gaze.

You indifferently shrug but ultimately nodded, "yes. Please, Madame." At your confirmation, the crystal ball beside you glowed instantly and images began to appear in the cloudy swirls. It all went by so fast, a flash of Nick's bloody face close-up and his naked chest rubbing against someone's, the shocking screams of your friends and an unmoving bleeding body that looked eerily similar to yours. . .

The images disappeared as quickly as they came, and you could only breathe hard, staring into your distressed reflection in the black ball. What the hell did those things even mean?! Was Nick dying? Are we all in danger?

You didn't get to think more as the woman interrupted your internal monologue. "Sometimes... life gives you every choice, that's how you get tricked into doing a terrible decision when it is made an option. Beware and be cautious." With that, everything faded to black while the mysterious old woman looked grim towards you. 

"Pitiful child, oh just like my..." 

------

You don't hear anymore, until you woke up, body pressed against another, next to the sound of harsh labourish breathing and a warm breath fanning your face. "Awake now, huh." Nick's face vaguely could be made out in the lantern light, his eyes glaring into yours as if fighting an internal conflict.

It was then you realized

where his hands were, the icy cold touch alerting you, roaming around underneath your sweater and squeezing at your flesh. "N-Nick, what are you doin—" Your whispered words barely were out before he grabbed your body, moving you closer to his with abnormal strength.

Keeping you there confined in his trembling embrace, his face dipping in the crook of your collarbone making you wince in surprise, your skin getting hit with his shakey hot breath.

Was he always this strong? His body felt like a boulder, his arms a prison to even try resisting, It was impossible to find any wiggle room or budge. Your heart pounded even louder than the thunderous rain outside. 

Nick finally speaks, his voice muffled by your neck. "Don't move... I need you not to." You felt a blush spreading across your cheeks, suddenly the heaviness of his hold on you wasn't that bad. Until he said this.

"If you know what's good for you. You won't try to escape," your blood ran cold at the underlining threat. Nick would never... Say these things. He must be under so much stress to be saying these things, that thought helped soothe your nerves while knowing your other friends were also nearby incase... 

Of what? Of that vision coming true? Surely it wouldn't happen, yeah, it wouldn't. Even as you felt the tiniest lick of Nick's wet tongue on your skin, the growing tension in his body as he presses against you, his hands tracing the outline of your bra. There's no way he's in danger, you were going to make sure of that.

You returned Nick's embrace, hoping to show that you were genuinely there for him and to warm him up. This must've pleased him in some way as he nuzzled his face further into your neck, making you slightly aware of how vulnerable and helpless you are to him. And he knew. 

You never thought it was you who was in danger until the night grew on, and you were left alone on the cabin floor, blood pooling underneath you. He came back though, for you. Clawed hands and heaving steps, you knew it was him, it had to be. With a gentle swoop of his arms, you lost all of your senses as you stared up into the monstrous face of the one you love. 

He held you tightly until dawn.

---

😤👍Had this in my drafts for afew days, finished it!!! ♡♡♡ love the quarry games! This is just a random x reader I made, hope yall enjoy!!! Bless yall

MY WRITING RULES 💖☺(and about Translations, requests and commissions)

💃THINGS I WRITE!!! (And donations)

My Patreon • My Kofi if you'd like to donate.

😘 tags: oneshot, drabble, imagine, x reader

《I write almost anything, mainly yandere stuff and romance or noncon forced romance! Please be mindful and understanding that I shall write whenever and whatever I want 🙏🏻🤗 I just hope everyone can enjoy and have fun along!!!》

🥺👍 Please know that anything I write does not reflect my personal beliefs, opinions, etc because this is all a work of fiction and fantasies that should stay fiction! Let's all be consensual always and stay healthy!!!

THINGS I DONT WRITE!!! (Anything I'm not interested in)

▪︎Real people (for example: Actors, Youtubers, royalty, news reporters, etc. . .) Unless 🤷‍♀️

▪︎Extremely unsanitary kinks or too gorey fetishes: Scat, dismemberment. . .

ABOUT TRANSLATIONS!! 📝✍️

• Yes, you, and everyone can freely translate all of my work YES ALL 🥰 for commercial or non commercial, have fun!! Please do credit me if you can~ I understand if you can't 😤👏💖 Let's all work hard together as a community and grow!!

ABOUT REQUESTS! ⚠️

• I cannot guarantee I will write every single request I get 🙏🏻🥺 I wish to write what interests me and hope you all can be understanding! ♡♡♡ thank you for reading and I hope you continue to be blessed! ♡♡

☺💃 I'll do my best (can't guarantee) to write a minimum of one story per 1.5 week or every 14 days (Me juggling between studies and writing and my job woo!) 🤗👍

⚠️P.s I do not accept requests during my breaks and haitus! But I will do them afterwards! (Only the ones that I find interesting ♡)

ABOUT COMMISSIONING ME: (Commissions open! 3 slots!😉 Message me)

😁 baseline 500 words : $6 USD • 1k words: $12 USD • 2k words: $18 USD • 3k words: $36 USD ~ For Original characters: $1 USD (add on) ~ For Headcannon characters: $3 USD • TOPICS: everything I listed above 😉✨ but I'm very flexible so feel free to negotiate and ask! I love interesting things to write about! (Including Smut, feel free to give me a guideline to follow or story ideas! Or just let me know if you wish to be surprised!)

-( So far won't write more than 2k but will see 😌💖) ⚠️ PLEASE NOTE- Please pay in advance once I have accepted your commission ☺️ if payment has not been made within 48 hours it will automatically be cancelled. It'll take 4 to 6 days minimum for the writing completion 🙏💋 Unless if I had some personal emergency ✨ Thank you for understanding!! 😔

Donating Or Tipping Me~

💕🙏Buy me a Kofi, For anyone who'd like to spare a doller or so to me, or tip 🥺🙏 I really appreciate it!! I wish to continue writing stories whether cringy or not ✓✓✓ https://ko-fi.com/teresalace

Or my PayPal here 😙💖

. . .

(Updated: 14. 9. 23)

😭🙏🏻 Wrote this for fun- Only prologue available to read so far! Bless yall, TPOF COMMUNITY WOO

Wattpad

Dumb B*tch Syndrome - Derek Goffard x Female Reader

After he took you home- ending. You awoken in chains to a fancy bedroom, clearly too expensive and beyond the means of...

😤💖 I spent 2 days straight (doing the smart/lazy method) watching tpof youtube videos and observing Derek's behavior with characters and his actions... Yalll, he is actually the most giving out of the 3 captors... #tpof spoiler, think of the action!!! Also Loveee the writing in the game, I kept being mesmerized by how immersive and amazing the pacing was!! ☺😅 I'll try to keep writing!! >:D Remember guys, this is just kinda headcanon stuff, Just a guilty pleasure story so sit tight anddddd I hope yall enjoy!!

I wrote this jokingly 😉TPOF spoilers, Machete x reader- Sucker ending

▪︎ Warning: Oral technically, death, machete being machete, gender neutral reader, desperation. Word count: 1474. - 10th june 2022

You were slowly dehydrated. Oh that wasn't all.

Throat painfully parched when swallowing, grimness all over your skin, the air was unbearably hot and humid as the morning sun, there barely any strength left in you as you continued huffing and running, probably looking like a fish out of water, across the desert sand.

Blindly going in any direction for cover, to survive, to escape, to find a place to hide; from them. The hunters.

You've been lucky so far while waiting it out in the fissure, cooling yourself down, doing breathing exercises that did little to help but distracted you at least. Everything was going to be fine. So you hoped until nearby, a bone chilling scream ripped through the peaceful silence, closely followed by a man's rugged laugh.

Squeezing your eyes shut to the world and noises of struggles, you felt yourself shaking. 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry–' the only mantra you recited over and over in soft breaths, a crushing guilt weighing in your heart at the fact you didn't do anything.

'You knew you could've save someone, instead you chose to be a coward': said the furious voice inside. You chose to unhear it, automatically blaming yourself for everything that happens was just going to chip away at your sanity— so you willingly became a coward. Surviving suddenly became a top priority.

You stayed a little longer in a fetal position, long enough to see the sky dyed orangery with trails of yellow and red. Not knowing the screams had stopped at some point in time, the footsteps too. Yet you still hear it from time to time on repeat in your head.

One prey down, meaning including you, 3 was left. Mentally speaking, with each passing heart beat, hour or minute or however much time had passed by, you practically could feel your luck was running out.

In trying to get up to check whether you were truly alone, you fell accidentally onto your butt from your knees buckling. Hah. Is this how a heatstroke feels like? A grimaced smile appeared on your face as you stifled a laugh, It was morbidly comedic in a way.

From the dusty sand beneath your fingertips, the cooling breezes whipping by, and the pulsating dryness in your chest, dried sweat on your forehead. Reality couldn't feel any more realer as you stared into the setting sun.

Nothing felt real to you in that moment. A small blessing.

The outdoors was never an option you'd consider, too terrifying to imagine even camping; the unpredictability of nature and many dangers of the wilderness, the idea of not being alone in the middle of anywhere unsettled you to no ends— noisy bugs and critters at night, no doubt waiting to crawl inside your safety tent when left unguarded— those thoughts made fear rush through your blood that would've kept you up from enjoying any activities.

It wasn't just a preference to stay within your comfort zone in a cozy air-conditioned office or to spend your vacation days lazing inside with some books and family bonding, this introverted lifestyle chose you and you couldn't dare imagine it changing… But sometimes, a cruel part of yourself lets your mind wander off to the "what if?" scenarios— a torture to think about, an absolute nightmare.

Though running for your life in the desert, legs heavy, burning feet digging in the sand and dirt for leverage, there was no denying you were having a nightmare right now. Then you just need to wake up.

Simple.

Impossible, in your current exhausted condition, it's not as if you had any choice as you woke up less clothed than the night before, being auctioned off like an object in the dark then waking up once again in the worst place possible. The desert.

Ever since you were little you never liked the heat, to be fair that wasn't the only thing you disliked. Somewhat of a personal vendetta against the sun and anything related to the outside world.

You couldn't help it, comfort had been your priority, always. Maybe you've been spoiled for far too long.

Involuntarily you shivered, whether from the gut wrenching hunger or thirst, all sensations within your body blurred together. And in another moment, you realized at the same time as the icey-chill seeping into your bones, it was already night. Though looking around, no one was in sight, it wouldn't be wise to stick around one area.

With that in mind, you groggily got up, arms cramping, thankful your appetite had disappeared and your entire focus shifted to making it across to the camp site where it all started. Surely there should be some water and food stored if the hunters bothered setting up a shelter, right?

Your mouth salivated at the thought and a drool slipped past the corner of your dry lips before you hurriedly sucked it back into your mouth, desperate not to lose anymore moisture. This strengthened your resolve to push through the dark and sneak

right into the empty campsite despite the crepting fear of being caught slowing down your pace.

It didn't matter to you anymore the second you entered the ring of campfires light, basking in the warmth unfreezing your entire shivering body and reviving inside you, a new hope.

Your head felt clearer than ever and with a stronger hold onto what's left of your sanity, you objectively went to finding something to drink; scrambling through the opened wooden boxes, digging past rolls of rope that left scratchy souvenirs on your hands, unbranded bottles of alcohol and beers that seemed untouched. 

Hurry, hurry, find it. Time was tiking and you felt watched by the shadows around you, even your own, casted by the campfire ominously. Where was it?!  Water. Water. Wa. . .

A rustling of the tent fabric emgered in the precipice of your vision, and instinctively you ceased all actions immediately. Like a frightened animal, flight was your very first response. That slight movement startling you backwards and made you tripped over your own feet pathetically. Falling onto the cold sand on your side, the awkward angle numbing your arm in crushing pain.

"You won't be able to run." The plain masked man said, no, stated it like a set truth. 

It probably was when your state was a heaving tired animal, maybe it was best to surender. . . You saw how cleanly he chopped a head off, it guaranteed a painless death, and so you turned slowly in his direction. And shakily looking up, saw him.

Machete. The only hunter without an animalistic themed mask, a blank slate covering his entire face. 

His nickname was fitting, considering that his weapon is a machete, the very one he used to demonstrate his bloodlust at the beginning of the hunt. You'll never be able to forget that silver glint shinning in pure sunlight before severing a poor girl's head clean in the middle of the other hunters' 'fun,' disrupting them from further indulgence.

And when you made eye contact, the bright moon shone behind him, and that predatory look in his almond eyes drove you crazy right there and then. A burning hatred in them, starving and . Warming your cheeks as you closed your thighs subconsciously, the fluttering in your chest grew too much beyond a deafending amount. The feeling way too familiar for you not to recognize the signs.

Damn it. You just had to get a crush in the worst timing, in the worst situation in the history of your life. 

He gave you nothing more than blank stares, then a finale look over before dragging his weapon over to you. The game of cat and mouse was over. You were dead meat, literally if you don't do something. 

"P—please! I'll even su—suck your dick," you yelled out clinging to his pants, half in frustration and pleading. "I—I want to live." You became a blabbering mess, puffy swollen eyes and helpless tears and hiccups. 

For the sake of self preservation, in that close second you experienced to death's door your brain folding into itself panicking to come up with a solution. Sell yourself. Whatever it takes to stay alive. Your body was useful.

Something in that weak plea of yours must've worked since the masked man stopped dead in his tracks, body language almost shocked at your desperation on display. You took it as a good sign and with the strength of adrenaline in you, you fiercely tugged and pulled down the side of his pants till his mid-thighs were exposed while he was still frozen, revealing the flaccid of what you wanted in the moonlight. 

The shock must've wore off of him when you saw his large rough hand try to grab your head. "Sto—"

But you were quicker, faster than he expected as you blindly latched onto his penis like a starving leech, stuffing your mouth full of him. Mouth stuck to him, breathing finely though your nose while vacuum-sealling his fate. 

In hindsight you really should've offered your own body instead of forcing yourself onto him— maybe that would've changed his mind.

The last thing you heard before seeing the g the sky upside down was a raggedy exhale of pleasure. ". . . For your sake, it's better this way." 

-The End: You died(Joke Ending): You sucked-

Free transparent kimono/wallpaper!

Say so bumrese song cover - free assets

Free Assets from this video https://youtu.be/KWri170O0lM

Free mermay mermaid art to use ☺💖

😤💖 Just drew this while writing some stuff, my writing will be slightly delayed as I have a 2nd last hangout with my best friends before they go aboard ♡♡ Hope yall enjoy!!! bless you!!!