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cyberchronics · 6 months
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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。
wriothesley + aphrodisiacs ♡♡
he's always prepared for whatever trouble you plan on causing while visiting him at the Fortress. toys? almost too easy to deal with. a sexy outfit? it only makes him wish he could take it off. restraints? don't make him laugh. he'll wear a collar like a badge of honor let you use his handcuffs.
but for whatever reason, he never expected you to be this sneaky. his cup of tea is barely halfway finished before the effects wash over him, making his body grow weak as he slowly recognizes the feeling. his underwear grows tighter and a stifled groan slips past reddened lips as his glass is set on the table.
he knew buying you that pyro regisvine nectar would come back to bite him in the ass.
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Every visit to Meropide starts the same. Wriothesley greeting you with a kiss on cheek and escorting you to his office, allowing you past all the security checks without so much as a patdown or walking through a single metal detector. That's how you always manage to sneak in things that has no business being a prison.
He never regrets it, of course. It's the highlight of his day when you find a new way to get him horny and pinned against his desk, ink spilling over once more and ruining hours worth of paperwork.
Today, you managed to sneak an aphrodisiac in his drink at tea time. He doesn't know how he didn't see you pour it in, nor how the cheeky smile on your face didn't alert him. But that's the least of his concern as he slowly ruts against the thigh pinning him in place. He's practically begging for your touch like this, drool spilling past his lips and soaking into his tie.
"Mmph... please, baby." Every movement is achingly slow to Wriothesley. He hates when your skin isn't on his, wishing you would just rip off his clothes instead of slowly unbuttoning each article like he was a delicate doll. You know he can take the rough treatment, he thinks, just give him what he wants.
He's laid out prettily on his desk, papers crinkled under the curve of his ass while his legs dangle off the edge. The tuft of hair at the base of his cock is shining, soaked in fluid as your fingers wrap around the shaft. He bucks up into the warmth blindly, glad that this isn't a punishment as he throws his head back.
Spilling into your hand once isn't nearly enough for him. In fact, he feels as if he'll never be satisfied again as his hips keep going desperately. His cock slaps against his stomach as you let it go, the whine in his throat slipping out as he grabs your wrist and pulls your body on top of his own. Wriothesley's words are slurred as he whispers into your ear.
"I know you did this to me... take responsibility."
And so you do.
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a/n: def didn't forget about ktober.... also wrio is so bad im def writing more for him
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earthwyrrm · 1 year
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[ id: an edit of the Marge Simpson "I just think they're neat" meme. it shows her holding up Meta Knight, Galacta Knight, and Morpho Knight from the Kirby video game franchise. end id ]
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nerdyprudesmuststim · 4 months
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loser trio stimboard !
⛧ with ghost hunting stims !
☾ rq'd by ☄️ anon !
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etherealse · 7 months
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illicit-eclipse · 27 days
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Dear Stranger,
I pen these words with vulnerability and hope, reaching across the vast expanse of the unknown to find a kindred soul. Perhaps you are out there, reading this plea, your heart echoing the same longing that resides within mine.
Love me, not as a fleeting fancy, but as a symphony that crescendos through the seasons. Love me with the quiet intensity of a candle’s flame, flickering in the darkness, unwavering despite the winds of doubt. Love me for my quirks—the way I laugh too loudly, the books I read late into the night, the constellations I trace with my fingertips.
See me as I am—an imperfect mosaic of dreams and scars. I promise to see you too, to unravel the layers of your existence like a cherished novel. Your fears will be my whispered secrets, your joys my sunrises. Together, we’ll dance through life’s tempests, finding solace in shared glances and stolen kisses.
Choose me, not because I am flawless, but because our imperfections align like constellations in the night sky. Let us build a sanctuary of trust, where vulnerability blooms like wildflowers after rain. I’ll be your confidante, your partner in midnight musings, your safe harbor when life’s storms rage.
Dream with me, for love is not mere existence; it’s the poetry we write with intertwined fingers. We’ll chase sunsets, collect memories like seashells, and map the contours of each other’s souls. Our love story won’t be scripted—it will be etched in laughter lines and whispered promises.
Believe in us, even when the world doubts. Love isn’t always easy; it’s messy, raw, and beautifully chaotic. But I promise to fight for us, to hold your heart like a fragile bird, nurturing it with tenderness.
So, dear stranger, if you seek a love that defies logic, that transcends time and space, then let our paths intersect. Take my hand, and together, we’ll write a symphony—a melody that echoes across lifetimes.
With hope and anticipation,
A Heart Eclipsed
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bone-soup-explosion · 6 months
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Call me a raging leftist but I think that you shouldn’t fear for your life when someone gets elected
politics shouldn’t be about who deserves to live and who deserves to die it really shouldn’t I don’t want to live in fear because there’s a new president or something, I should be worried about studying for school and making plans with friends for the weekend
I shouldn't go to school being afraid for my life because of the rampant gun problem but yeah call me a crazy liberal with blue hair and pronouns cause I think everyone deserves the rights to live happily and love who they want without constant fear
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strawberrysturniolo · 2 months
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IM SORRY BUT I CANT STOP GIGGLING THINKING ABOUT CHRIS OR MATTS BLUE ASS EYES LOOKING BACK AT YOU WHILE THEIR EATING YOU OUT-
gn I need sleep 😭
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this is where youre wrong bc they both love it so much that their eyes would be rolling back in pleasure
i need to eat pussy rn i miss it
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termagax · 10 months
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ze/hir or any neo || new followers please be 18+
furry & self shipper || i have a mutuals server, dm if interested!
header cred || icon cred || my fish
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smovs · 1 year
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warmup redraw of this comic
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cyberchronics · 5 months
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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
neuvilette + eating out
★ afab gn reader, soft dom neuvi, oral (both), under desk ★
◂✦◂ amab version ▸✦▸
✩∘₊ ✩*✯☆⃟⃟⃟✯*✩₊∘✩
neuvi gives killer head...
you've been so good to him, cockwarming him all morning with your mouth while he does paperwork for the court. in his mind, it's only fair to repay the favor in excess.
and the chief justice of fontaine is nothing if not fair.
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Neuvilette hums quietly, slender fingers caressing your face while he finishes another document carefully. You've spent all morning keeping his soft cock warm, throat growing lax the longer you stay underneath his desk. It's an easy enough task to handle when he coaxes you through it so sweetly, praising you everytime you swallow lazily while zoned out.
Eventually, he takes you out of your haze by kissing your forehead and holding your face still. He scoots his chair back slowly, cock slipping out with a wet pop as a small stream of drool and precum following behind. A silk handkerchief quickly swipes the mess away.
"Thank you, darling." Neuvilette smiles with soft lips, pressing them against your own before helping you up. "Now... allow me to show my appreciation." And just like that, the positions switch. You're sat atop the plush cushion of his chair, holding the arms as he strips you. Clothes hit the floor quickly, slender fingers not hesitating to pull the fabric separating his eyes from seeing you to the side.
There's a twinkle in his eyes when he sees your glistening cunt, hand reaching out to slide a finger over it and collect the fluids coating the sensitive skin. "That wet from keeping me warm?" The breathy chuckle that escapes his throat gives away his excitement. He immediately leans in and kisses up your thighs, making his way up until finally lips caress your clit and draws a low whine from you.
No objection is voiced as fingers tangle into his white hair, ruining the carefully styled locks without a care. In fact, Neuvilette likes it best this way. There's nothing more attractive to him than when you push his head against your needy pussy, his groans sending vibrations against you as you take what you want.
He doesn't let up on you, either. You want him that badly? Okay, he'll drill your hole with his fingers and suck your clit until his mouth is drenched in your sweet juices. With a final kiss against your folds he pulls away, cheek resting on your stomach as the both of come down from the shared high of the moment.
For once in his life, the Chief Justice looks dumb. Neuvilette hugs your waist and smiles as you coo praises in his ear. Just as you start to stand, he pulls you back down by your hips and pulls your legs to rest on his shoulders.
"This moment is so perfect, don't you think? It'd be a shame to let it go to waste..."
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
a/n: kicking my legs and screaming... neuvi would so get pussydrunk
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earthwyrrm · 1 year
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america might be a christofascist capitalist hellscape where people go hungry and live on the streets, but at least we can buy real life Scooby Snacks
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sitephi · 4 months
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☄️ ATLAS • HE/IT* • 21
☄️ bisexual transmasc
☄️ mixed west asian+white
☄️ ill block you if i dont like you. zionists i am wishing you death👍🏼 transandrophobia guys and mspec gay/lesbians i dont want you either. AND MINORS DNI PLEASE
☄️ current interests: IDV, Daniel Mullins games (the hex, inscryption) my ocs, persona (3/5r/2is), alan wake, w359
*close friends can call me neos or they or whatever i dont even care (but no she)
HELP PALESTINE🇵🇸🍉
HELP SUDAN🇸🇩
HELP CONGO🇨🇩
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prey-iv · 1 month
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OH MY GOD. neal giving up the engagement ring so he can pay peter's ransom. i'm going to be sick. this is a level 100 yaoi event
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illicit-eclipse · 28 days
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I wish I could promise you the world, but the world isn’t mine to give. What I do promise is my world, and all it entails. My love, support, passion, compassion, and enthusiasm.
I wish I could promise smooth sailing, but the winds aren’t mine to control. What I do promise is a ship built to carry you to safety, and sails to weather any storm.
I wish I could promise you forever, but someone infinitely greater than I already has. What I do promise is every second of this sliver of eternity I’ve been given.
I wish I could promise you riches, but every vault has it’s end. What I do promise you is a life of abundance—An abundance of love and support, of strength and vulnerability, of sharing and drive, of passion, and of adventure.
I can’t even promise I’ll never hurt you, because even the best of intentions sometimes fall short. What I do promise is to always reach for you over my pride; to hold you, to heal you, and to seek forgiveness.
But in whatever manner it comes to be, love is never wrong and persists, especially between one who has so much of it to give, and one so desperately in need of it.
We deserve a soft epilogue, my love.
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ponderouswhims · 5 months
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A reminder I needed today, in case anyone else needs it too:
Having insecurities & doubts about your identity doesn't make you or the identity labels you choose any less real.
Plural? It's super common for systems to be blurry/blendy/mixed up sometimes. Having thoughts, feelings, & experiences at odds with how you view yourself doesn't cancel out the thoughts, feelings, & experiences that led you to that view.
And even without the plural factor: it's ok to be insecure. It's ok to doubt. You can be really truly XYZ and still have doubts & imposter syndrome sometimes. It's ok to change your labels if you decide they don't fit, but having insecurities doesn't mean your labels are wrong.
I have this habit of like, aggressively shutting down insecurity & doubts if they threaten my core sense of self. But you know what? Insecurity is just insecurity. Doubts are just doubts. I'm still me, and I'm allowed to be human too.
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mommyghostface28 · 1 day
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hiiiiiiii! sorry, it's me again
i saw a few asks about your mask kink and since that i honestly can't stop thinking about it. you seemed to be a little different in your alter ego. i felt exciting danger and fear, how intimidating that is omg. ugh, i just want to feel unsafe and hunted for and completely helpless. please, tell me the things you like to do, to say when you have your mask on. my kinks match with pretty much all of yours (except, the housewife and public sex) sooo see me as your experiment doll 🤭
and ummm also, sorry to ask, but would you please consider replying to my old old ask? 🥺
i just woke up, it's 9 in the morning here, so i know that means you're off to bed soon haha
goodnight to you and as always kisses 🌬️💋
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hi my lovely comet 🥰 no need to apologize!
Mmm yes, my alter ego under my mask is quite different. Much rougher, more primal. Under my mask I can be whoever I want and you, will be something pretty that I hunt. Capture. Take. Give it whatever name you want. I’ll enjoy making you feel helpless. Small, easily catchable. What are you going to do when I catch you hmm? As if you could do anything really. You could scream, but this ego of mine enjoys it. I’d tell you to shut up and if you want to use your voice box I’ll give your Throat something to be sore about.
is that the game you want to play? 💋
I’ll be going back to answer your other ask as well love ☺️
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