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lol doms never skip of aftercare with your subs bc that’s cruel and mean of you buttttttt
Mean!daddy Nanami who skips aftercare bc you cum too early is on my mind 24/7 ://
Theres a vibrator circling on your clit and three fingers pounding roughly on the plush walls of your cunt, occasionally with the heel of his palm smacking against your clit in addition to the vibrator. It’s too much, way too much, and your thighs draped over his tremble and your face contorts, and even though he warns you “don’t cum, don’t you fucking dare cum,” you can’t help it. You cum hard, creaming on his thick fingers that still almost instantly.
Through your blurry eyes, you watch his face in the mirror go from indifference, to shock, to rage, as his eyes glare down at you, only to meet in the mirror as he huffs out a hot breath through his nose.
“Daddy-“
“No,” he snaps, throwing the toy to the side and grabbing you off of his lap so he can stand. Your wobbly legs merely plop you down on the wooden chair he was in. The chair is hot from his body and you curl on it to try and get some form of comfort on it. “When I tell you to not fucking cum, that is a command, not an option.”
“Im sorry,” you whimper, wrapping your arms around yourself. “I… it just-“
“‘It just, it just’- nothing,” he mocks, and you feel your eyes sting with tears, not used to such a reaction from him. “I have no desire to waste my time on brats who won’t listen to me.” He wipes his hand on the handkerchief in his pocket, and you pout up at him. “Don’t give me that look, you brat.”
“Please, don’t be mean, I’m-“
His head immediately whips towards you, and you bite your tongue to try and silence yourself from the rest of the words that want to tumble out. His chest rises and falls in fury, and you curl deeper in on yourself to hide your naked body on itself. “Yeah. Good idea stopping that sentence. Anything else from that whore mouth?” You don’t say or do anything, merely looking down at your legs. “That’s what I thought. I’m going back to work. Do not be a nuisance.”
He leaves. He leaves you there, clammy and trembling and cradling yourself, and you can’t help but blink a line of tears out. How could he be so mean? How could he leave you like this?
With shaky legs you get up and shamble your way to the bathroom, turning on the water to wash yourself clean of his words. It starts off too cold, but when you turn it up, it’s too hot, not like when Kento does it and it’s perfect right off the bat. You step in and let the water run down your body, shriveling up at the feeling on your overstimulated skin. You run your loofa filled with soap over your body, trying to scrub the past few minutes off of you. When it doesn’t work, you shut the shower off and wrap yourself in a fluffy towel, wiping your tears with the edge before making your way back to the bedroom. You slip on a bathrobe and slowly make your way to the kitchen. No food is appealing, the idea of water makes you retch, but they’re all steps in Kento’s usual aftercare, and that’s all you’re trying to repeat.
You choke down three slices of an orange and half a glass of water before going back to the bedroom, slipping under the covers and letting sleep overcome you.
You’re out for who knows how long until you feel the bed dip slightly, startling you awake. When you panic, a big hand lays on your shoulder, “shhh, it’s just me. Don’t fret.”
His words drip like honey but they’re sour, and you don’t say anything as he settles on the bed next to you, pressing kisses to the back of your neck and temple.
“Im sorry,” he whispers, pressing his lips into your shoulder, which heaves under his affection. “I never should’ve left you like that. Ever. I’m sorry.” You don’t say anything. But you tense under his touch as he rubs his big hands over your arms, “you smell sweet… I’m proud that you showered yourself, baby. I know that must’ve been so tiring for you. Did you eat? How about some water?”
Again, you say nothing. He sighs and sits up, you hear the moving of fabric being moved then tossed to the floor. You think he’s almost given up, but instead, you feel the blankets move and his body slip under them, wrapping you tightly in his arms and pulling you to his chest. You squirm and fight for a bit, but he does feel good. You stop fighting him and let him press his chest against your back, arms wrapping around you and lips pressing kisses to your head. “Won’t you look at me, dolly? Like we always do with skin to skin? Please?”
His voice is soft and alluring, like a sirens, and you try to hold your resolve and stay mad at him, but you can’t, and you slowly turn your body around to face him, face burrowing into the pillow as your eyes stay casted down onto his big chest. Fingers gently tickle up and down your back, and you sniffle again at the affection.
He’s trying to win you back. That’s it. You should be mad at him. You should never let him touch you again. You should never let him have the chance to hurt you again-
“Don’t cry,” he whispers, pulling you in as you do, tears slipping down your cheeks and onto the pillow. You let him hug you closer and shush you softly. “Don’t cry. I’m so sorry, baby…
“I’ll never do that again.”
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MDNI — all parties 18+/aged up; if that bothers you scroll or block me. NSFW below.
Head empty except for this scenario with Bakugou...
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You straddle Katsuki’s waist while you’re in bed together at night. The low, warm glow of the lamp on your bedside table casts shadows over his handsome face.
Both of you are naked, his heated skin flush against yours. It’s quiet in the background, the stillness is beyond comforting, and you can hear the crickets outside your window.
You plant your hands beside his head and dip down to kiss him — over and over until you get dizzy.
His tongue effortlessly pushes past your lips, playing with yours as he grips your ass, nails sinking in and spreading you open so wide it burns. Your hips lift off his lap instinctually.
“Katsukiii,” you choke on his name. Your desire for him is running your voice ragged. Your head tilts up towards the ceiling, breath catching when his fingers trail down. He teases them between your lips, eager to see just how wet you are.
“What baby?” He coos, dipping the tip of his finger inside you. “You want my cock? Is that it? Then fucking say it,” He demands hotly, pressing the words into your throat.
You nod jerkily, spine straightening a bit until your breasts are shoved into his face.
“Yeah, yes — I want your dick Katsuki,” you reply breathily, no hesitation at all.
“Fucking of course you do. You’ve got a needy little pussy don’t you, princess?” He sneers, reaching up to close the distance as he sucks one of your nipples in between his lips.
Katsuki’s stupid hot and you can’t even respond, thick thighs squeezing his hips as you gasp, leaning into the sweet warmth of his mouth. Your cheeks burn when his tongue flicks over your perky bud.
A frustrated whine slips past your lips, and Katsuki smacks the back of your thigh as a warning, but he releases his hold on you anyways.
You jolt, unable to help the way you crowd into his space, dropping your forehead to rest on his, and Katsuki tenderly kisses the side of your mouth.
You bite the tip of your tongue, holding yourself back from panting like a dog when his fingers trail over your pussy again, sneaking his middle one down to rub slow circles into your swollen clit.
You have to touch him.
Your hand snakes between your thighs, curling it around the base of his cock. You stroke him a few times, just wanting to feel his silky warm skin in your palm. Needing to feel the full weight of it.
Katsuki’s husky moan dances in the air, cock jumping when you squeeze him. It’s barely there but it’s raspy — and it rolls over you entirely.
Your arousal suffocates you, unbearably desperate for him to stretch you out and make you cum.
Apparently he can’t wait either, because he grips your hips, rolling you both until you’re on your back, settling in between your thighs.
He wastes no time, using his thumb to angle the head of his cock to split your pussy, pushing all the way to the hilt with one fluid motion. It makes your head tilt back into the mattress with a loud cry of his name.
Calloused fingers grip your chin, digging in and wrenching your head back so he can stare you down. His pupils are dilated, lids gone heavy, and he wears a borderline manic smile when he speaks.
“I’m gonna fuck you until you cry for me.”
And he does.
#mha smut#bakugou smut#bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugou katsuki smut#bakugo katsuki x reader#katsuki x reader#bakugou x you#bakugou fanfiction#mha x reader#bakugou x y/n#aged up characters#minors dni#inspired by true events in my life
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two become one || bruna vilamala x reader ||
minors dni, 18+, smut ahead
you have sex for the first time with bruna.
you felt like a madwoman running around like a headless chicken. seven months. you and bruna had been together for seven months already. the question of sex had come up, but neither of you had lived on your own until now. you loved your girlfriend's roommates, but they were always there in some capacity. as for you, it was not at all possible to even attempt sex while you were living at home. that was why you were so nervous to have bruna over for the first time to your new apartment.
there was no guarantee for sex. bruna knew that you had never gotten that far with anybody, not fully at least. there had been a lot of makeouts with past partners and a bit of over-the-clothes grinding. bruna had a bit of experience, but had admitted that a lot of things were very new to her. essentially, it was like the first time for the both of you.
all that had been agreed upon was that bruna was staying the night. you had a plan that didn't necessarily include sex, but you had prepared for it. bruna had dropped a couple of hints as well, but you could tell that she was too nervous to outright say that she wanted it from you.
dinner had been light. you didn't talk much, both of you absolutely entranced by the reality tv show that you'd been binging together. after dinner the two of you continued to watch your show until bruna asked to see more of your apartment. you happily gave her a tour, which ended with the two of you curling up in your new bed.
"i can't wait to hang out with you here all the time," bruna said as she rested her head against your shoulder. you casually had your arm slung around her waist, tracing little patterns on her hip. it was nice, and either one of you could have fallen asleep in that moment. however, both of your minds were racing at the thought of going further. it would be so easy, just a slip of your hand beneath her waistband to get things started.
"i can't wait to have you here. you can stay over more without the fear of us getting interrupted." bruna blushed at your words. you hadn't meant staying over after sex, but it seemed that the shoe fit. your brain caught up a bit slower than bruna's did, and she laughed at your late reaction. "i didn't mean it like that…"
"it would have been okay if you did. most relationships get there eventually. jana and esme have been asking about that. even vicky is getting curious, but alexia usually shuts her questions down early. i think she's kind of afraid that i'll corrupt you or something," bruna laughed nervously. she had thought about that a lot. alexia was nice to her, but it was obvious that there was a bit of strain whenever your relationship was brought up. the captain was protective of you, she always had been. your family had moved from her hometown so that you could play for barcelona.
"what do you tell them?" it wasn't a question that you wanted to ask, but you were curious. there was nothing to tell really, but you wondered sometimes. some of the girls made jokes whenever they saw the two of you together. you'd always run away blushing, often leaving bruna to stand up for the both of you. you didn't mean to, but a part of you felt embarrassed for not having had sex with bruna yet.
"i don't tell them anything, it's none of their business. we will take the steps whenever we're ready," bruna answered. you cracked a small smile as you pressed a kiss to bruna's forehead. bruna glanced up at you for a moment, and you swore that you could see how much she loved you. it was scary sometimes, to love and open yourself up to being loved. there was always the nagging voice in the back of your head reminding you that you hadn't completely opened yourself up to bruna yet.
there had been times when the two of you had gotten close to sex. usually, they were interrupted by either one of her roommates or a member of your family. one time, whenever the two of you had gone out with the rest of the team, alexia had walked into the bathroom to find you with bruna pinned against the wall by the door. that one had been so mortifying that you hadn't accepted another offer to go clubbing with the rest of the team.
"is this okay?" bruna asked as her hands hovered over your waist. it was a bit higher than where she normally placed them, but that wasn't why she was asking. your shirt had ridden up a bit, and her hands would burrow beneath it to rest against your bare skin.
"yeah, of course," you told her. bruna smiled up at you as she placed her hand down. her fingertips brushed against the elastic band of your sports bra, but neither of you mentioned it. you reached down to cradle her jaw as you pulled her up for a kiss.
kissing bruna was your absolute favorite thing to do. you loved everything from the little taste of her chapstick that was always left on the tip of your tongue to the little whine she'd give you when you pulled away. this kiss was no different than the other ones that you had shared, aside from the extra vigor from bruna. she moved to straddle you, her hands fully pushing up your torso until she held your breasts in them.
"it's not too much, is it?" bruna asked you. you were too caught up in the feeling of her hands on your body and the way that her breath felt against your cheek to care about anything else. this wasn't the closest that the two of you had gotten to sex before, but it had never felt so possible before. you hadn't wanted her like you did in this moment.
"i don't think that it's enough. bruna, i want you to take me," you told her. bruna's eyes widened like saucers with excitement. she wanted to ask if you were sure, but bruna knew better. there had been no hesitation with you, just full confidence. "please. it feels right."
"i love you, and i promise that i'm not just saying that because of you know…" bruna trailed off as she motioned between the two of you.
"i know, and i love you too," you told her. bruna pushed you back down against the mattress fully once again with a kiss. she briefly broke it to pull her shirt off. bruna knew that she didn't have to, but she wanted to lead the way for you. she was the one with more experience, she was the one who had been naked in front of another person like this. you had always been a bit nervous changing in the locker room, and while this was different, it was also scarier.
"here," bruna said as she took your hand and placed it on her stomach. your fingers spread out wide before you inched your hand up to touch her like she had touched you before. bruna noticed the way that your hand stalled, almost like you were waiting for her to tell you what to do next. "have you ever touched yourself?"
"once or twice," you admitted. bruna tilted your chin up and pressed a kiss to the underside of your jaw.
"touch me like that," she told you. your brain blanked for a moment before you finally made another move. you brought your other hand up to push her bra up and off of her body. bruna let out a little shiver as the cool air of your bedroom hit her bare skin. "can i take your shirt off?"
"you can take everything off if you'd like," you told her. it felt a little eager, but you really wanted bruna to touch you. you wanted to feel her in every way possible, every way she'd let you.
bruna moved off of you and the two of you both stripped yourselves. bruna had seen you naked before in the showers, but it was different in your bedroom. she felt her throat go dry as you turned to her with your body on full display. you weren't the least bit shy, which absolutely amazed bruna. even she had felt a little awkward showing herself to you like this.
"should we go back to the bed?" you asked. bruna nodded, letting you lay down first. bruna laid next to you, unsure of where to put her hands. like she had done for you, you placed hers on your body. that seemed to be all that bruna needed to take charge again.
her hands were gentle as they explored your body. most of the touches weren't too different from things that you had felt before. bruna liked to hold onto you whenever the two of you did little things together. however, it was the feeling of her fingers brushing over your nipples that really seemed to shock your system.
you let out a soft that very obviously surprised you. bruna seemed to get a little giddy at the sound you let out and slotted her knee in between your legs. this new contact caused you to moan again, but this time, bruna's mouth was waiting to cover yours and seemingly swallow it up.
"bruna, please." you didn't know what you were begging for yet, just that you wanted more. bruna smiled into the next kiss as she settled more of her weight down. this time, she rolled her hips as she let you grind against her. you were so lost in your own pleasure that you failed to notice the growing wetness of bruna's cunt as she ground against your thigh at first.
"kiss me." bruna didn't give you a chance to answer as she cupped your cheeks. you let yourself be pulled into the kiss, a messy and desperate attempt to cover up the sounds of her moans. you moved your legs just a bit, spreading yourself wider for her.
"i want you to touch me," you mumbled against her lips. bruna nodded as she let one of her hands fall in between your legs. bruna kept herself grinding down against your thigh as her fingers teasingly ran through your folds. bruna collected a bit of wetness on her fingers and brought it up to her own lips to taste. she let out a moan at the taste of you as she ground herself down particularly hard against your thigh.
the strokes of bruna's fingers between your folds synced up perfectly with the rutting of her hips against your thigh. she was working quickly to try and get both of you to cum at the same time. the wetness you felt against your skin from her arousal had you practically dripping onto your new sheets. you didn't know that it was possible for you to even get so wet.
"bruna, i'm close," you whined. you clawed at her arm, but didn't make any moves to stop her or slow her down. if anything, you started to get antsy, shifting your hips to meet her a little more than you had been doing before. bruna's eyes stayed on your face, holding eye contact with an intense stare as she watched you cum.
you looked away first as your orgasm tore through you. your body shook beneath bruna's, muscles flexing to allow her to hit the perfect spot. her peak quickly followed yours, both of you coming down around the same time. bruna dropped her weight partially onto you as she laid flat against the mattress. she kept an arm around your waist and her legs entangled in yours.
"can i tell you something?" you asked her.
"please don't tell me that you expected more," bruna pleaded with you.
"i love you, and i'm not just saying it because of the sex. i really do love you so much. sometimes, i want to cry when i think about it," you admitted. the sex was clearing your head out in a way that only left the mushiest, sappiest of thoughts. you felt like you had to get it off your chest.
"i love you too. i don't know if i've ever wanted to cry because of it, but i know that i couldn't bare to think about losing you," bruna said. she pulled you in for a kiss, one that had you melting against the mattress once again. "now, i know that you want to lay here forever, but there are some things we have to do first. if you go start the shower, i'll put the sheets in the washer."
"i should have bought an extra set," you muttered to yourself. bruna chuckled as she watched you groan and grumble all the way to your bathroom. she was quick to put the sheets in the wash, eager to join you in the shower. it wasn't as nice as laying around with bruna for the rest of the night, but you were glad that bruna had the sense to do the little things when you didn't.
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Thinking about Yandere women again. A barbarian lesbian wife with a rogue halfling wife.
Yandere Barbarian who cannot get you out of her head. How dare you invade her mind when she needs to be training! You with your soft body and your plain lips… she wanted to kiss you so badly. To bend you over on every surface and have you screaming under her
Yandere barbarian who takes every blow from the enemy to keep you safe! You’re never getting a single attack landed on you if she can help it (please notice her).
Yandere Barbarian who always offers to share her tent with you since yours is almost always destroyed or mysteriously disappeared. Aren’t her arms much warmer than this thing blankets you had?
Yandere Barbarian whose hands start to wander as you try to sleep. Her calloused palms brushed against your stomach and thighs while she began to whisper sweet nothings in your ear. Don’t you want her? She could show you an even better time than any man. (Men are disgusting. Don’t waste your time with them)
Yandere Barbarian who buries her face between your thighs as she feasts on your soaked privates. She doesn’t care that you try to squirm to get away. She’s here to eat you out, just enjoy it, princess!
Yandere Barbarian who continues this pattern until she’s able to slip a ring on your finger. There’s no ability to reject her since she could easily crush you between her thighs like a grape. Just be her cute little wife. She’ll treat you better than anyone in this world! Forever safe at her side as she dotes on you endlessly
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Due to popular demand, here is a continuation of my Alastor Oneshot based on the song "Don't You Dare Make Me Fall In Love With You."
Part 1 𖦹 Part 2
Warnings/Promises: 18+, size kink, soul contract, oral (m & f receiving), first time, confessions, breath play, biting, creampie.
“Alastor?” You ask as he solidifies and steps towards you.
"Darling," He whispers, a small smirk on his face at your state of undress. "I'm here to make a deal…”
"a deal...? with me?" You ask, curious.
"Yes, my dear," He murmurs, his tone turning serious. "Charlie has informed me that your ascension is nearing. I have come to persuade you to… make a different choice.”
You cock an eyebrow at him. "Oh... she said that?" You ask. "And why... is that?"
Alastor takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Because, I'd be... lonely, without you here. I've grown fond of your quiet presence, and I don't like the thought of going back to solitude.”
You tilt your head. "But you have Charlie, aren't you and her quite close?"
Alastor pauses for a moment at your question, his eyes narrowing slightly. He never thought you would question his reasoning.
"She... it isn't the same," He growls. "I want you, here... always, keeping me... sane." A hint of sadness crosses his face, but it's quickly replaced by a smirk. "Charlie and I have... similar goals. But we are not close. She doesn't need me the way you do... and she certainly doesn't have... my tastes" He says, taking another step towards you.
You give up on this line of questioning and instead start a new one.
"So you want to make a deal for my soul?" you ask. "You get my soul and in return I can have... anything I want?”
Alastor smiles again, but more genuinely this time. "Yes... that's what I'm proposing. Your soul, in exchange for anything your heart desires." He says with a grin, sitting down on your bed and holding out a hand towards you. "Do we have a deal?”
You feel the static in the air, the sound seeming to fill your ears like a flood as he leans towards you. You watch as his antlers slowly grow and green scratch marks appear in the air, forming into unfamiliar symbols that flash in and out. You look down at his hand, your gaze steeling before you tentatively reach out, but then pause. Just as he thinks you might pull back, you do the opposite, confidently gripping his hand and looking at him with a determined glint in your eyes.
"Deal.”
Alastor chuckles low as you accept his hand and the deal. The static intensifies as he grips your hand back, pulling you closer to him. The symbols in the air flare brightly for a moment before they vanish, leaving a faint glow that's slow to fade. You watch as the green stitching appears in his lips, a gold contract and a quill appearing between you.
You take the pen and sign your name without hesitation. The moment the last letter is written, a flash of green light fills the room and you feel a heavy weight settle around your neck as a neon green collar appears there. The chain attached to it leading to Alastor's still outstretched hand.
Alastor chuckles again as the collar settles around your neck, tugging on it playfully. He brings his free hand up to trace a finger along the chain, watching it with interest before he looks back at you.
"The weight of your decision…” he says. You watch his finger as it slides down the chain, your body leaning towards him. Alastor's finger hooks into the collar, pulling a little harder, causing your body to lean closer to him still. "...is now physically upon you," he finishes, a dark glint in his eyes as he studies you. He leans in close, whispering seductively, "And what could you possibly want so badly you'd be willing to trade your soul for it without a second thought?”
"If I tell you, you can't go back on it right?" You ask, your eyes boring into his. "Just like I can't go back on the deal, you can't either, correct?”
Alastor smirks, a wicked and sinister expression taking over his features. "That's right," he confirms, running his thumb along the collar before letting it fall from his fingers. "Once you've signed the contract, there's no going back. So go ahead. Tell me what is it that could tempt you so drastically. What did you desire?”
You're silent a moment, just staring at him, still leaned in close, before a single word falls from your lips.
"You…”
Alastor tilts his head slightly, processing your word as you stare at each other for a tense, long moment. Slowly, his lips curl into a small smirk.
"You desire me?" He repeats, an almost mocking tone in his voice, but his eyes tell a different story.
You nod, silently moving forward towards him, closing the distance between you. Alastor watches as you crawl across the bed towards him. Something flashes in his expression, but it's gone just as quick as it came. He moves his hand from your collar to the small of your back, pulling you gently closer by slowly reeling you in. Closer, until your body is almost flush with his, able to feel the rise and fall of his chest under his suit jacket, his lips a breath away from yours. You look up at him, blinking rapidly, mouth slightly open.
"Yes," you say in almost a whisper. "What I desire most... is you…”
Alastor closes his eyes, your words causing a visible shiver to run through him. He's quiet for a moment, just simply holding you close before he takes in a deep breath and finally crashes his lips against yours, a low moan rumbling in his chest. You gasp into the kiss, moaning. Alastor takes the chance to slip his tongue between your lips, tangling with yours as he pulls you closer against him. His hands move from your waist and up your back, pulling you impossibly close as he devours your mouth hungrily.
A groan escapes him as he can feel your tongue fighting his own for dominance. He finds he likes the challenge. Alastor chuckles against your lips, breaking the kiss for just a moment before diving back in, hands slipping up under your shirt to rest against the warmth of your skin. He matches your fight for dominance with his own, a growl rumbling through his chest as you continue.
You pull in a sharp breath as you feel his fingers tracing up your stomach. Alastor smirks, lips still pressed against your own as his fingers continue their gentle, teasing climb up towards your breasts. He doesn't quite touch them yet, just hovering for a moment before he finally presses his palms against them with a low groan.
Your voice matches his as you feel him take hold of you. You wrap your arms around his neck and let yourself fall back onto the bed. Alastor gladly lets you pull him down with you and he presses his body against the length of yours. He continues his attention to your breasts, lips breaking away from yours as he trails kisses along your jaw and down towards them.
You let out a little yelp as he tear ls open your night shirt with his claws, exposing the fact that you didn't wear a bra to sleep. Alastor growls low, the sound turning almost needy as he sees your bare chest. He leans down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth without hesitation and flicking his tongue against it.
"A-ah!" You moan out, gripping his suit tightly as you feel his teeth grazing your sensitive skin. "Alastor..."
Alastor can't help but let out a pleased hum at the sound of his name leaving your lips. He continues sucking and biting gently at your nipple, paying equal attention to both.
Your chest arches into his mouth as you pull your knees up to rest at his sides, nestling him nicely between them as you mewl out sounds of pleasure. Alastor smirks against your skin, his smirk turning into a pleased growl at the sounds you're making.
He purrs in satisfaction at your reactions, the vibrations of his chest rumbling against you as he continues to kiss and bite at your nipples until they're red and sensitive. He can't bring himself to stop, loving the sight that's presented to him; you, almost begging for more as he grinds his hips against yours. The motion, almost completely involuntary, pulls a deep and almost guttural moan from him and he pulls back from your chest.
"What is this...?" he asks, "What is this feeling...?" Alastor's mind is still racing as he asks the question. He presses his forehead against yours, his eyes locked onto you. This feeling is unknown to him and it's only making him want more, he wants to know what this feeling is and how to bring it back.
"It's desire, Alastor..." You say, taking his face gently in your hands. "It's lust." Your voice is a whisper as you pull him closer and press your lips against his. While you had intended it to be a soft kiss, the moment you touch it's as though a wildfire ignites and you both lose yourselves in it.
Alastor gasps against your lips but quickly melts into the kiss as he moans and pulls you even closer. He runs his fingers through your hair and presses his body completely against yours, a feeling that he never wants to let go of.
While he's seemingly distracted you reach down between your bodies and press your hand against the growing bulge in his pants, grinning into the kiss as you find it and hear him moan at its touch.
Alastor bucks his hips into your hand and he moans even louder, his hands gripping onto you tighter as the kiss intensifies. He moves one of his hands from your hair and places it over yours, encouraging you to continue touching him, a feeling that he wants to grow stronger. His excitement sends a shiver down your spine.
"Alastor... have you not..." you begin to ask, tilting my head as you look down at me with a deliciously lustful expression. "Have you never done this before?" You finally ask.
"Of course," Alastor answers without shame. "I've never had any interest in these matters before. Why would I search it out? it only ever seemed a distraction to others..." he tries to sound indifferent, but the look on his face, his panting, they all tell a different story.
"So you mean to tell me..." You sit back up, eyes half lidded. "No one has ever..." You push him back so he's the one laying down now, with your over top of him. "Touched you here...?" You ask, palming him once more.
Alastor's breath hitches as you push him back. His mouth opens, his breath heavy and his tongue moving wildly in his mouth at his desire and arousal.
"No," he admits, letting out a low moan.
"Then please," you say in a low, seductive tone as you unbuckle his pants and deftly deal with the button and zipper. "Let me be the first to show you just how much of a distraction it can be."
"Oh, please do," Alastor says, full with a desperation, a pressure building inside of him. He smirks, the chain reappearing in his hand. "You will be the first, and only ever to touch me like this," he says, breathing hard as you pull out his cock.
"Gladly..." You whisper before licking around the tip.
Alastor lets out a loud, guttural moan as you take him into your waiting mouth. His hips begin to buck up and down, his fingers becoming tangled in your hair. He growls, pulling the chain tighter. You moan into his length as you feel him thrusting into you. His unbridled desire for you making you want to ravish him.
Alastor moans loudly, the sensation of your warm mouth around his cock driving him wild. He pulls the chain tighter, the metal biting into your neck as he thrusts deeper into your mouth.
"Yes doll, just like that," he pants, his voice growing more and more ragged with each thrust.
You press your head onto him, taking him even deeper, relishing in the pleasure you're giving him. Alastor thrusts even deeper at the sudden pressure, feeling himself on the edge of release already. The room is filled with the sounds of his rough, ragged breathing and the wet sounds of your very full throat. He grips the chain so tightly his knuckles are white, growling. You can feel his thrusts becoming less rhythmic and you take him as deep as you can, one final push to send him over the edge, wanting him to experience what it's like to cum down someone's throat.
With a final, desperate thrust, Alastor loses control. He releases the chain and grabs the sides of your head, holding you firmly in place as he climaxes, his moans loud and animalistic in the dimly lit room. He pulls back slowly, gasping for breath. You pull back as well, wiping your lip as you swallow every drop.
"That feel nice...?" You ask.
Breathing hard, Alastor watches you as you pull back with a shocked and satisfied look in his eyes.
"Nice? You have no idea, doll," he purrs, still somewhat breathless. His eyes still lust-filled, Alastor summons the chain to his hand, using it to pull you close for a deep and passionate kiss. He can taste himself on your tongue and it excites him. You take his hand and press it between your legs. He feels how wet you are there, how hot.
"That's all from you…” You whisper in his ear. “I liked doing that for you..."
Alastor moans softly at the taste of himself on your tongue, his eyes flicking down to where you press his hand against you. Feeling how hot and slick you are beneath his fingers sends a thrill through him, and he can't help but rub gently against your clit.
You moan into his mouth, unconsciously pressing your hips into his touch. The sound of your moan sends a thrill through Alastor, and he rubs a little more firmly against you. His tongue delves deeper into your mouth, exploring you hungrily. His mind is racing with desire and lust, and he knows he wants more than just his hand on you.
"Put your fingers inside me..." You say before biting his lip and tugging it slightly.
A surge of arousal shoots through Alastor at your words, and he sucks in a breath through his teeth at the small bite to his lip. Slowly, he slips a finger inside you, testing your wetness, making you let out a low rumble at the feeling, but it's not enough.
"More, give me more..." You beg as you begin to suck on his lip.
Alastor groans at your words, and you feel him slipping another finger inside. He slowly begins to pump them in and out of you, his mouth working with yours as he starts to thrust his fingers faster.
"Fuck yes..." You gasp out. "Another," you say as you suck on your tongue.
"Greedy," Alastor gasps as he slips his third finger inside you, the motion becoming a little awkward as his hand starts to fill you completely. But the noises you make are so addicting, he can't stop, and he starts thrusting faster and deeper. "I want to taste you..."
You break the kiss and give y himou a sparkly eyed look. "You do?" You ask, a little surprised.
"More than anything," Alastor says, his voice rumbling with desire. He's been craving the taste of you for a long time, and he's not waiting any longer. Pulling his fingers out of you, he licks them clean before pushing you onto your back and grabbing your thighs just under your knees.
"Alastor..." You say with a blush, losing some of your confidence now that you're not the one in control.
"No need to be nervous, darling," Alastor purrs as he leans down to kiss the inside of your thighs. Slowly, he works his way up until he reaches your sex, spreading your lips with his fingers to get his first real taste of you.
You pull in a quick breath, strangely embarrassed as he looks directly at you like this.
"Do I make you nervous, dear?" Alastor murmurs, not looking away as he takes his first lick of you. He can't help but moan softly at the taste and starts licking and sucking in earnest. "You're so responsive, it's almost shameful," Alastor chuckles, not taking his eyes off of you as he continues to pleasure you. He wants to see every reaction from the way you blush to the way your eyes close in pleasure.
Your legs begin to shake at the feeling of his tongue. "A-alastor!" You mewl, your hand finding its place on his head.
"Yes, darling?" Alastor groans, feeling the way your hand grips his hair. He loves the possessive way you touch him, and it only fuels his
"Don't stop," you gasp out. "It feels... so good!"
"Oh, I have no intentions of stopping," Alastor growls, feeling himself getting even harder. He can already feel your walls starting to flutter around his tongue, and he knows you're close.
"I-I'm gonna- a-ah!" He can feel as your body writhes in pleasure.
"Yes, cum for me," Alastor urges, wanting to feel you pulse around his tongue. He continues to lick and suck at your clit as your cries reach a fever pitch before slowing down as your orgasm subsides.
The minute you feel yourself coming down you grip him by his collar and drag him to you, kissing him with a determined frenzy. Alastor grins against your lips and doesn't hesitate to position himself above you. He starts to lose himself as you pull him down into a searing kiss. His fingers trace down your body, teasing your already sensitive folds.
As you break the kiss, looking deep into his eyes, your words are quiet but strong. "Fuck me, Alastor..."
"With pleasure," Alastor growls, his eyes darkening at your words. His grin widens as he gazes into your eyes. He can hear the desire in your quiet words, and he's more than willing to give you what you want. Positioning himself at your entrance, he slowly starts to push inside, groaning at the feeling of your tight walls around him. He sets a slow pace, enjoying every second of being inside you. But he knows that soon this slow pace will not be enough. You let your head roll back as he fills you perfectly.
"Oh, Alastor..." You say in a low moan, your leg raising so you can caress him along his side with your ankle.
"You're so tight," Alastor groans in pure bliss at the feeling of your walls around him. He takes his time to get used to it before slowly starting to thrust in.
"Is it anything like you thought it would feel...?" You ask with a smirk.
"No. Better," Alastor answers with a smirk before thrusting deeper and harder, his hand finding its way to your throat, applying just enough pressure to send tingles down your spine. He continues to pound into you, his hips meeting yours with every thrust.
"Ah..." Your chest swells as he grabs you, the feeling of danger, despite knowing he wouldn't truly hurt you, thrilling.
"You like it rough, don't you?" Alastor growls, feeling you tightening around him. He can tell how much it turns you on.
The grip on your throat tightens slightly before he let's go, leaning down to bite and suck on your neck, leaving marks that will soon be visible to anyone who sees you. He can feel your whole body shudder as you loudly moan, the pleasure mixing with the pain in a delectable way.
"You've gotten even tighter, my dear," Alastor groans as he continues to thrust into you, his other hand finding its way to one of your breasts, squeezing and pinching the nipple while his mouth is busy on the other side of your neck.
"Fuck..." Your voice is low, every thrust forcing a new moan from you. You dig your nails into him, scratching up his back until hands are in his hair while your legs lock around his hips, effectively driving him even deeper into you.
"Yes, just like that," Alastor groans, his thrusts becoming more frenzied as he feels you clenching around him. He enjoys the feeling of your nails on him as it drives him even closer to the edge. "Leave your mark on me..."
You look up at him with pure lust in your eyes and pull his head down beside yours, biting into his neck as you grip his ears, rubbing their soft fur. Alastor groans and growls at the feeling of your teeth, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he feels himself getting closer to climax. He can't help but rub himself against you, loving the feeling of your grip on his ears and the way you seem to cling to him.
You begin to feel his antlers growing and let him pull back just enough to see that they're not the only thing. His whole body is transforming, the pleasure seeming to cause him to shift into his wendigo demon form. You lick your lips as he steadily grow in size, quickly dwarfing you, his hand able to almost wrap completely around your waist. Where anyone else might be frightened, he can tell from the look in your eyes that you're excited.
"You like that, do you?" Alastor growls, his voice deep and otherworldly as he shifts into his demonic form. He can't help but smirk at the look of excitement in your eyes and takes a moment to relish in the feeling of his body transforming and growing larger.
A shiver rolls down your body and you take in a slow, deep gasp as his cock grows proportionally inside you. He were big enough before, now you feel as though you might actually lose you mind as he fucks roughly into you. Alastor growls as he feels himself filling you more, loving the way you seem to writhe and moan in pleasure. He grips your waist tightly with both hands, holding you like a toy, as he begins to thrust into you harder and faster, his body shaking with every movement.
"You feel as fragile as a twig..." he says gruffly, his voice a growl.
You look up at him, your eyes clear just long enough to say the words "break me” before they roll back into your head and your tongue lolls out of your mouth.
Alastor's eyes light up with both surprise and desire at your response, and he grips your hips unbearably tighter, growling in pleasure as he begins thrusting into you with all his might, every movement shaking your body and cracking sounds begin coming from the bed. Alastor's primal lust overcomes him as he begins to thrust into you harder and faster, almost punishingly so. He wants to hear those words again, craves the feeling of dominating and controlling you.
"Again..." he grunts, losing himself in the pleasure of the moment.
"Break me!" You growl again, louder this time.
Alastor's eyes glide shut as he relishes in the feeling of controlling you, dominating you completely, breaking you just as you asked. He thrusts into you harder still, his own growls and moans mixing with yours, filling the room. You begin to feel the knot in your stomach forming once more, growing tighter and tighter with every thrust.
"Alastor!" You scream out, "l-I'm gonna cum!"
"Yes...yes, cum for me..." Alastor's eyes light up at your words and he thrusts into you once more, sending you over the edge.
"Oh-oh-oh-! A-Ahh!" You feel yourself come undone around him, your whole body quivering from the strength of the orgasm his incredible cock sends through you. He watches as your sexed out face falls to the side, still groaning with every thrust he forces into your weakened body, tears of ecstasy in the corners of your eyes; your body shaking and trembling beneath him, your moans echoing in his ears.
Alastor watches you in awe, your face a picture of pure pleasure as you cum onto his cock. He watches as he continues to thrust into you, prolonging the pleasure and the intensity of your orgasm. He loves the sight of you, completely broken and exposed beneath him, completely his. Then, suddenly he feels himself release into you, his thrusts slowing as he reaches his own peak. "Yes...yes..." he murmurs, unable to tear his gaze away from you.
Your eyes widen as you feel him begin to spill inside you, there's so much that it's as though you're body can't fit it all and you can feel it gush out around him and onto your thighs. You let out a long moan, looking up and into his eyes.
"Yeeesssss..." yoy say in a sultry voice. "Cum inside me... Fill me… claim me..."
Alastor watches as more and more of his cum spills into you, filling you up completely and giving you no choice but to accept it. He loves the sensation of you fully beneath him, completely taken by him, and the way you look up at him as he cums is like a dream come true.
You feel as though you may pass out, both from pure ecstacy and exhaustion. Alastor smirks, satisfied by the sight of you so completely spent beneath him. He slowly pulls out of you, watching in satisfaction as his cum spills out of you and onto the sheets, marking you as his.
"You are mine," he insists, his demonic grin still plastered on his terrifying face, green chain in hand.
"Yours..." you whisper with a smile, trailing your finger along the chain.
Alastor watches as you admire the chain, almost like a predator eyeing their prey. He loves how submissive and obedient you are, especially after he's just made you cum so hard. With a breath he begins to return to his normal size, face relaxing into more of his usual grin.
"Is this what I'm to expect now that you own my soul?" You ask playfully.
Alastor smiles wickedly, his eyes gleaming at your question. He leans down to whisper in your ear, his warm breath giving you goosebumps. "If you behave and obey, yes, much more of this awaits you."
"Hmmm..." You hum happily. "Then I'll do my best to not disappoint."
Alastor chuckles darkly at your reply, his grin only widening. "Good girl," he purrs, running his thumb along your cheekbone affectionately. He leans down to give you a kiss, marking you as his and leaving no doubt in your mind who you belong to now.
"Remind me to thank Charlie tomorrow," you mumble. "She played her part perfectly."
Alastor smirks at your words, his expression darkening slightly at the mention of her name. "She is your friend, and yet she played a part to trap you into a deal with a demon?"
You look up at him with a sly grin. "It was no trap," you begin to explain. "I told her to go tell you I was going to heaven."
Alastor raises an eyebrow at your words, caught off guard by your reveal. He looks impressed by your cleverness and cunning, though still slightly wary of the meddling demon belle. "and why did you do that," he asks, running a hand through his hair with frustration.
"Because I could tell you were hiding something from me, and I figured if I was going to get it out of you, I'd have to force your hand."
Alastor smirks at your words and leans back in his chair, eyes locked with yours. "Well, you certainly did that," he says with a laugh. He has to admit that he's surprised and impressed by your plan, even though it had been a risky move on your part.
"I never had any intention of redemption," you admit. "I couldn't leave you if I wanted to..."
Alastor looks at you with intensity, a mixture of emotions flicker across his face. He's both relieved and touched by your words, though he'd never admit it. His mind races at the implications of what you've just said. He leans in closer to you, his voice dropping lower. "Then prove it,"
You lift the chain up as though it's proof enough. "As long as you own my soul I can't ascend to heaven, even accidentally. I'm stuck here will you for as long as you want me around... which I can only hope is eternity."
Alastor's eyes widen as he follows your movement, his gaze tracking the chain in your hand. He reaches out and takes it from you, running a thumb over the cold metal, his mind racing with thoughts of what this means for the two of you.
"I'm yours Alastor. Yours and only yours. And... I hope that I can say the same for you?" You give you a gentle, hopeful look.
Alastor looks at you, his expression softening as he takes in your appearance. His eyes scan over your face, memorizing every detail, every curve, and every freckle.
"You already own me," he admits in a low voice, his fingers tightening around the chain. "You did the day you set foot in my line of sight. I have never wanted anyone like this, and I dare say, I don't think I ever will again."
You shiver at his words, smiling. "Good..." You whisper, letting your arms wrap around his neck.
Alastor wraps his arms around your waist, his movements slow as he pulls you closer. He feels a strange sense of relief wash over him as he holds you tightly, feeling your body pressed against his own.
"I promise to protect you, to keep you safe from anything that might harm you," he hums onto your skin. "I will be the only one to touch you like this... And in return, you are the only one I will ever allow to touch me the same."
You blush; this decoration more intimate than any you'd ever have expected. "I love you too, Alastor..." You sigh happily, nuzzling in closer to him.
Alastor's eyes light up at your words, and he feels a warmth spread through him. He tilts his head down, pressing his lips to your forehead with a gentle smile on his face. "Sleep well my dear," he whispers, holding you close as you drift off in his arms.
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thinking abt the differences between puppy and older hybrid leon. (nsfw/minors dni)
for starters, puppy leon's soft and round ears tend to be pinned to his head because you often reprimand him for chasing the neighbour's dog. you have to remind him that while he's a dog hybrid, he's not the same as a non-hybrid like your neighbour's dog so ofc it'd freak out on sight!! also, you have to nag and teach him to put things back where they belong, lecturing him like a mother to keep his closet and room clean and tidy. you took him in mainly because the rpd suggested hiring one– an officer and a hybrid buddy sounded like a good idea for sniffing out narcotics. until recent hybrid laws were established and rendered those plans useless.
sometimes you come home to a mess. he's usually a good boy so you know it's either he's in rut or a cockroach terrorised the pup in your absence. most of the time it's the former and you find him in your bedroom rutting against your sheets, his voice octaves higher in desperate, animalistic whines. you've taught him before to just use his toys, but he always begs you to help him instead cause it feels much better that way. so you find yourself kissing and nuzzling his swollen cock, his knot and engorged tip and all, trying to help him feel better with a release only your hands and lips can assure him.
but sometimes it isn't enough and you find yourself riding the poor pup, just to help him out, y'know? it's not like you enjoy it when he gets a surge of strength and pins your chest down and props your butt up for him. not like you enjoy it when he ruts into you at this angle, where you can feel his tip prod you so deeply, the perfect angle for him to stuff his knot into you until you're a whining mess like him too. it's for your poor pup– you repeat that like a mantra as he slobbers over your neck and shoulder blades when he marks you with enthusiastic bites and kisses.
meanwhile, an older hybrid leon is jaded and a lot less enthusiastic. he was a veteran of sorts, having served higher ups in the government and discarded (well, the adoption papers stated 'retired') once he had served his purpose to the fullest. jagged ears with a tail that barely grew back straight and scars that littered his big frame, you wanted to give him a comfortable, warm home for him. it was a bonus that he grew to be obsessed with you and your protection. always growling, canines flashing at men who smelled the slightest tad off once their eyes laid upon you. arousal was always a foul scent. always adjusted your clothes for you when they showed more skin than he liked.
you could never find a partner, nor hold one for the matter, because leon was always disapproving with teeth glinting and ears flattened against his head. so naturally you'd have his help; let his saliva pool over your throbbing cunt as he aids his poor owner in relieving her sexual frustrations. he's unexperienced, clearly doesn't know what he's doing– but it feels good with his warm tongue flattened against your clit, licking and licking until you scream his name the way your voice pitches at the last syllable.
older hybrid leon doesn't like rushing, he's not an eager puppy anymore, but your scent has him rutting against your sloppy folds like he's a young hybrid again. and when he finally slips his fat cock into you, you can't help but wrap your shaky legs around his scarred waist, clawing and begging like the animal you truly are. you're blissed out even before he stuffs his knot into you, brain mushy when his warmth floods your depths with his spent that you'll struggle to sweat out for weeks. at least he tries to clean you up by licking his mess off you. oh, and it's no surprise that he loves the scent of your arousal. because it's sweet, just like you are, even to a scary hybrid like him.
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Sunny Day Jack -- A Difficult Update/Setback
Hello everyone.
It is with great unfortunate sadness that after many months of trying to work with our current programmer for Something’s Wrong with Sunny Day Jack, we have had to make the difficult decision to terminate their working relationship with them.
This isn’t a choice made or taken lightly. We understand that doing so comes with a great amount of disappointment, and an attempt was made to do our best to withstand the situation because we knew that either way, it would be the disappointment of you all– or our health and safety.
We’ve made posts to social media before today, but now we will be going into a smaller bit of depth to the best of our ability.
After coming onto the project in 2023, a series of negative interactions began between Us (the affected) and the programer. The programmer was brought on by former management at the time quickly, and with little integration.
Issues had cropped up at the time, chief among the affected being creator Sauce. It was around this time that the HimboEngine was created between older management and this programmer. And work on the engine, to the best of our knowledge, began.
There had been at the time an internal push not to use this engine and revert to the originally promised one by creator, Sauce. And while we understand that the core drive was to make the game as accessible as possible to as many computers as possible, as well as to create a superiorly programmed product– it was only programmed in or by the programmer and one other person.
By that point, the push to resume working in NaniNovel continued. However, we were told that too much had been completed in Himbo and it was not financially viable to roll production back.
When prior management left in 2023, we continued to work with this programmer under the continued understanding that considerable work had been done.
However, issues still occurred. And there were instances of inappropriate treatment and actions between management and the programmer in question.
Attempts were made for many reasons to accommodate this person, and to allow them to grow and hopefully become aligned with the team’s core values. No persons were forced to work with them, besides management. And management has done their best, to their own ability, to not have to rollback the project and persist.
We are not comfortable releasing the extent of the disagreements and actions that have caused this separation. We have to focus on the future, and those involved in this decision are not comfortable reliving and reiterating the events that took place.
We know more than anyone it seems that unfortunate things have happened. And we apologize for not holding on any longer. However, we are unable to interact with this person any longer. It is for health reasons– it is for fear of safety reasons– and it is with an unbearably heavy heart.
We must ask any and all fans to please not seek this programmer out. We will not be further releasing their name. To attempt to maliciously contact, find, or “expose” this person would be to go against the affected team member's wishes entirely.
However, this means we are now unable to any longer have access to several resources.
The loss includes:
Any progress on SDJ (builds)
The HIMBO Engine, in its entirety
The current most build of SleepyTime Jack
Access to and ownership of the SnaccPop website
The planning Github, contributed to by other SnaccPop team members
We will probably never get these back.
The programmer has made it clear to us that not only unless we reinstate them, but give to them a position of authority within SnaccPop, that we will never get these back. They have idled the concept of releasing or continuing work on these things without our consent, "for the fans".
We have no clue if this will happen. But in this instance we can say that we do not consent to any unauthorized release of SDJ builds. We do not know what SDJ assets this programmer has or has downloaded, but we are aware they are storing game sensitive information in private storage spaces.
We would advise fans to avoid any SnaccPop website domains or projects not posted by official accounts. And we hope, if Programmer can see this, they will understand that regardless of whether they intended to or not- it is unacceptable, and a choice that will likely reflect deeply on their personal career and something that could potentially blacklist them should other developers come to find out.
Otherwise, while it would be nice to have back these things paid for- the programmer has made it clear they believe this is in the fan's best interest. Hiring them back is a requirement, and they believe that the fans paid for the content, not SnaccPop, so they're under no obligation to return it.
The amount loss totals to several thousands of investment, months of planning and work, and contributions from multiple persons from across the team (consequently, making their work either temporarily or even permanently unusable.)
This is why we were hesitant to make any changes or decisions on the matter. We understand that it might not have been the correct choice to actively degrade our own health for the sake of the project, but the valid disappointment, frustration, and even distrust of fans was something we felt was worth the effort to try to make things better.
It's never an ideal thing to feel you are putting yourself above or before so many people. We had hoped that all these negative experiences were the result of miscommunications or otherwise emotional/personal narratives. But regardless of what they are now, we cannot continue to withstand them. We hit our breaking point.
No personal or individual contractors were made to endure mistreatment, and the affected were content to bear the circumstances while we could. But a point has been reached where we no longer can.
As of now– we are aware this individual is currently attempting to make pledges to the Patreon to further “elaborate”. We are aware they are monitoring our posts on our social media accounts, and we are very much aware they are unhappy with being removed from this position.
All we have to say to this is the following:
Please. Leave us alone. The whole of the SnaccPop team is not comfortable being around you. The SnaccPop team does not feel safe with you around ANY member. And the only reason we will not further elaborate is because we are tired, weary, and want to be left to develop this project in peace.
We don’t want to be around you. And that is OUR choice. You cannot force yourself upon people who do not want to be around you. And if you continue to try, you will never be able to move on.
Please just leave us alone.
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As for updates, for now? A team of four programmers is assembling the game together.
We don’t have much to update yet, because we are actively waiting for more concrete information to become clear.
The intentions of a customizable pronoun system are in the works. Those programming are longtime, since-the-beginning fans of the project. The whole of the SnaccPop team has come together under this situation. It’s a sad reason to do so, but we’ve been doing our best.
We still plan to release something by October of this year. And we’re hopeful, because we’re a bunch of fans now working together and collaborating (with pay–) on this project, just like it was always intended to be.
Whatever is released in October will be on Early Access still. And we know it’s been a difficult period of time for the development team AND fans. But we’re going to make the best of the situation.
Again– please do not harass, stalk, “call out”, or “expose” anyone. Do not try to figure out or pass around who Programmer is.
This entire situation has ultimately been a large drain on the affected persons and we just want to be able to figure out what comes next and how to make the game. We'll answer what we can to the best of our ability.
Our team will actively be taking a mental health break for the month of June, while management plans and restructures production. Creator Sauce will be picking up any work unable to be performed in order to support the team, for no cost and out of personal passion and a desire to help the team move forwards. But it will NOT help the team at all for this to be reduced to gossip or “drama”.
We are tired. And we are hurting. And we understand the monumental loss AND the disappointment to fans occurring at the same time. The last thing we want or need is to have to relive the situation more than necessary.
Thank you all so much. We are sorry, and we apologize. We did our best.
-SnaccPop Studios / Something’s Wrong with Sunny Day Jack development team.
#somethings wrong with sunny day jack#swwsdj#sunny day jack#sdj#snaccpop studios#snaccpop#minors dni
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so tired of gifs of skinny white cis girls making out. where are the t4t dykes of colour??
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ppl seem to like this crossover so here's some more of it i haven't posted
#minors dni#my art#seraph doodles#bb#btd#laurence#lawrence#micolash#strade#boyfriend to death#lawrence oleander
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what’s it like to be around science experiment!reverse reader when something really sweet surprises them? please a tiny fluff for our hearts?
Jason wound his way through the woods, following one of the interminable trails he knows that you take to get to your clearing. Why you're back there today, Jason isn't sure.
He only knows that you are.
He woke up in your bed by himself and you left him a note telling him that that's where you'd gone. Which was progress he supposed. It meant that you weren't just disappearing.
How did you do this? Were you like a homing pigeon? Did you have landmarks you followed? Or had you just cut your way through in a haze so many times that you just did it the way dancers went on pointe? Muscle memory.
When he got there, thankfully, you weren't in mid-explosion. He didn't think he could handle that. But there was a definite... Buzz in the air. It reminded him of white noise. It felt like a miasma of... neutrality. Like walking through a mall on a Saturday. Things-feelings that just... were.
Odd but not unpleasant. Taking up all the empty space in the air but not suffocating him.
And he stopped in the gap you used as a door and waited for a second, waiting for you to finish what looked like replacing a hammock that a storm had ruined and slipped in. "Hey, baby girl," he said, "you good?"
"Yeah," you yawn, "Just needed to move." You take a deep breath and go to pull yourself back into line. Into control and wince. It's nice to let it out and just stop holding on to it all.
Jason moved closer to you and wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tenderly. "You don't have to do that, you know?" He kissed the side of your head, "I wanna bounce my head off the nearest wall when Bruce talks too long. I can only imagine what it feels like when it's like that from EVERYONE all around you all the time."
"I don't read minds," you remind him.
"Still," he snorted. "It's the closest I can get." He kissed the side of your head again and rubbed your arms. "I don't want you to feel like you have to hide how you're feeling from me. Not like you do everyone else."
"It's just... a lot sometimes."
"I know," he admitted. "But- We- I especially get worried that it's getting to be too much for you to handle alone."
"I get really lonely," you murmur.
Jason nodded. He could understand that too and it made him kiss your temple. "I brought a picnic," he tried, face heating. "It's mostly brownies. And some green apples and nutella. And I brought a book to read I thought if you wanted we could-"
And when soft lips collide with his as you wrap your arms around his neck, it feels like taking a bite of a hot chocolate chip cookie on a cold winter day and the first like of a snow cone on the hottest day of summer. A quiet, simple joy. Laid over the feelings he knew you felt for him. The ones that popped like firecrackers in his chest. And he smiled against your lips. It was a good thing you replaced the hammock- a snack and a nap in the sunshine would be nice.
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(◕‿↼) ｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆
That's it. QwQ
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HERE MORE SEXY YOG SOTHOTHS MINORS DNI ETC ETC
#thats not my neighbor#tnmn#tnmn yog sothoth#tw suggestive#minors dni#my art#fan art#also if bandaged heart anon sees this which i hope you do: please take this also as kind an apology#for waiting so long on your ask!
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Finally Satiated~
The passion in his heart drives the chef forward to complete the dish he knows will win you over! Nothing short of absolute perfection, he knows he's tailored this dish to sate your growing appetite and fit your tastes to a T!
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Just wanna be thick slop bloating up a hungry woman’s intestines tbh
#making her gut so noisy#v.ore#v0re#soft vore#vore talk#nom’s thoughts#female pred#digestion#fatal vore#intestines#minors dni#vorny#preybrain
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jeff has a mommy kink
proof:
woman in his phone named "mommy" whos not his mom
jeff "nipple play" winger
has mommy issues (and daddy issues, irrelevant)
dated michelle slater
probably also has a praise kink (gold star on his fly)
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birthday boy
summary: in which nabi celebrates san’s birthday
set: early july 2024
word count: 1.9k
warnings: suggestive content [pls dont read if ure a minor or uncomfy with suggestive content🙏🏾]; mention of food; a makeout sesh and i think that’s it
an: my fave couple!! you donf even understand the joy i feel to finally be posting this yoh! feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐
nabi’s masterlist
Nabi pressed the doorbell, swaying on the balls of her feet as she waited for the door to open. She waved her left arm around, causing the gift bag she was holding to hit her legs. She was about to press the button again when she heard Seonghwa’s voice.
“Who’s there?” He asked through the speaker.
“It’s Nabi,” She answered, putting her face in front of the camera so he could see her. She waved a peace sign by her eye. Seonghwa soon opened the door, letting Nabi in.
“How are you? It’s been a while since I last saw you,” he said as Nabi put her gift bag on the bench in the entryway. She traded her sneakers for a pair of slippers, raising to her full height again and grabbing her bag.
“I’m good. Working hard for our comeback,” she told the older man as he led her into the apartment.
“It’s in August, right?”
Nabi nodded. “Yeah, so we’re spending almost every day practising dances.”
“And you’re also doing That’s So Evie,” he said, offering her a seat on the couch.
She chuckled, sitting down with her bag at her feet. “I’m a busy person. How are promotions going?” She asked him about his promotions for BOUNCY.
“They’re good,” Seonghwa said, also sitting down. “Obviously a bit tiring, with how intense our choreography is, but we’re all enjoying it.”
“I haven’t spoken to you since my episode with Yunho and San came out,” she noted, pouting a little bit as she thought about it.
He nodded. “That’s right. And speaking of San, I’m assuming you’re here to see him?” He pointed at the gift bag by her feet.
Nabi smiled brightly. “You’re right. It’s a happy early birthday.”
“He’s in the shower right now–” he pointed to the bathroom, where Eve could hear water running– “but you can go to his room if you want to wait for him there.”
“Okay.” She nodded, standing up. She took hold of her bag as she walked around the couch. “If you’re asleep by the time I leave, then goodnight,” she told Seonghwa as she opened the door to San’s room.
“Goodnight,” he responded, going to his room.
Nabi entered San’s room, moving to sit on the bed. She looked around the room, sighing at the decor. Opening her gift bag, she looked for a place to put the throw blanket she brought over. Since San’s room was… struggling in the colour department, Nabi had made it her mission to add some brightness to it. She decided to place the purple blanket on San’s gaming chair. She was so busy staring at her new addition to the room that she didn’t notice San entering the room.
He was shocked to see someone in her room, but upon noticing it was her — her red hair gave her away — he smiled softly. He dropped the towel that he was using to dry his hair on the floor, walking to Nabi with purpose before wrapping his arms around her.
Nabi made a squeaking noise because of how sudden and strong San’s hug was. “Hi,” she said, turning around in his arms.
“Hi,” he replied. His eyes flickered over her shoulder, seeing the blanket on his chair as she chuckled lightly. “Did you know that every time you come over, you end up leaving something behind?”
She shrugged. “I don’t think you understand just how plain your room is. There’s only so much I can do.”
“But it’s purposely monochromatic,” he sulked.
“Yeah, but, like… it’s boring,” she weakly argued, still in San’s hold. “I just added a little colour to it, that’s all.” He continued to sulk until Nabi poked his cheek. “You’re not happy to see me?”
San picked her up, spinning her around twice as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She rested her head in the junction between his neck and shoulder, feeling the dampness of his hair and smelling the freshness of his body wash.
“I’m the happiest when I get to see you,” he told her when he had put her down. “So, what are you doing here?”
“We won’t be able to spend your birthday together, so I figured we could celebrate it early.” She pulled out of his arms, walking the few steps to his bed to retrieve her bag. She plopped herself on the floor, crossing her legs and looking up at him as she waited for him to do the same. Opening the bag, she pulled out a medium sized container. “I tried to make sure the icing didn’t smudge, but I don’t know if I succeeded.” She placed the container in front of him before opening it, revealing a homemade cake.
San gasped. “Wah… This is amazing, Biyah!”
“You don’t even know what it tastes like,” she muttered, feeling her cheeks grow warm.
“Just the fact that you made this is amazing.” He pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. “Thank you.”
“Okay,” she said, beginning to feel awkward. She cleared her throat, looking around the room. “Okay.”
“Are you blushing?” He teased, causing her to roll her eyes.
“No, I’m not,” she groaned. “Let me put the candles.” She reached her hand in the bag, pulling out candles and a lighter. She placed the two candles in the centre of the cake, making sure the '2’ and the '4’ were facing the right way. She lit them before quickly scooching away so that she was sitting in front of her boyfriend.
As she sang for him, he stared at her with warm eyes, his face turning slightly red. When she finished, he thanked her before blowing out his candles.
“Thank you, Biyah,” he said when she had returned to his side.
“It’s no problem.” She waved him off before suddenly staring him in the eyes. “Please don’t leave this in your fridge for three months,” she pleaded her boyfriend, who laughed until he realised she was serious.
San scratched the back of his neck. “I'll do my best to make sure it's eaten by two months from now.”
Nabi continued to stare at him, deciding whether she believed him or not. “I'll tell Hongjoong oppa that this should be treated like an official schedule.”
He nodded, pursing his lips. “Should I get us plates?”
“Oh! Yes, please.”
He squeezed her hand before jumping up and leaving the room, returning quickly with two plates, two forks, and a knife. “For you,” he said as he gave her a plate and fork.
“Thank you,” she said when he cut her a slice of cake. She waited for him to cut his slice before taking a bite.
He covered his mouth with his hand as his eyes widened. “This tastes really good, Biyah!”
As they ate their cake, San told Nabi about ATEEZ’s preparations for their upcoming concerts. They were soon going to go to Taiwan for their show on the 8th, and had been practising diligently for it. He had been telling her about a joke Yeosang made during practice when Nabi’s phone vibrated.
She looked down at it and groaned, seeing her alarm going off. “I have to go now. I have dance practice,” she told him as she switched off the alarm. “I have to go now.”
“Okay.” He nodded, trying not to seem too upset. He stood up at the same time as her, threading their fingers together and pulling her closer to him, until their chests were against each other. “Thank you for surprising me.”
“No problem.” She smiled up at him. “I bought you a gift, but I’m so smart that I forgot it at the dorm. I just realised.”
San chuckled, causing Nabi to smile brighter. “That’s fine. Just seeing you was enough.” He pecked her lips quickly.
“Please remember to eat the cake,” she pleaded, her eyebrows curling up cutely.
“I’ll remember to eat the cake, I promise. I’ll even send you photo updates of everytime I eat some.”
“Okay. Now, I really have to go before I’m late,” she sighed, rolling her eyes. Nabi went on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek, but he turned his head, clumsily making her kiss the corner of his mouth. She laughed at how he blushed at his failed attempt. “You failed!”
“I thought I would get the timing right,” San said, closing his eyes in embarrassment. “I’ve never gotten the timing right.”
Nabi reached her hand up, holding his face in her hand. She waited for him to open his eyes before doing anything. “I’m a very unpredictable person, as you’re aware. You’re never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever going to get the timing right.” She took a step back. And he followed, seemingly stuck in her orbit.
“Maybe I’ll get it right one day.” He shrugged, continuing to follow her until her back was against the door.
“Maybe.” Her eyes dropped to his lips before returning to his eyes, something he noticed.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, stepping closer until there was no space between them. San used his right hand to tilt her head up before slanting his lips over hers, his hand moving to cup her jaw. Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck as his tongue pressed against the seam of her lips. She let out a little noise in response. His grip on her tightened. Her hands slipped between them, gently dragging down until they rested on his chest. San pulled his lips away, instead beginning to trail them along Nabi’s jawline, her hands fisting on his shirt. He moved down her neck and—
Again & Again by 2PM started playing from Nabi’s phone, causing the couple to flinch.
“That’s probably Ari unnie calling to check if I’ve left yet,” Nabi said. Her chest was heaving as she took deep breaths to calm herself down.
“I guess that means you really have to go now,” San joked, resting his head in the crook between her neck and shoulder.
“Yeah.” She rubbed her lips together, trying to centre herself.
San stepped back and Nabi quickly gathered her things, her phone silencing. “I’ll see you… Yeah.” She nodded, giving up on trying to remember when he’d be back in Korea.
“Okay. Drive safe and have a good practice,” he said, walking her out of his room. When they reached the front door, he kissed her once, twice, thrice. “Bye, cupcake,” he murmured, opening the door for her once she had changed into her shoes once more.
“Bye, Sannie. I love you.” She blew him a kiss.
“I love you, too.”
She was about to respond when Again & Again started playing once more. “Hi, unnie,” she greeted when she answered the phone, beginning to walk away from San’s apartment door. “Unnie, I’m–I’m in the– I’m on the road. I can’t text and drive.”
“This is a phone call,” Ari pointed, voice unimpressed.
Nabi blinked her eyes, trying to come up with something to say. “I’m leaving now,” she eventually admitted, pressing the button for the elevator.
“Okay. Sorry to cut your time short.”
“No, it’s fine. At least I got to see him.” When the elevator arrived, she got on it and pressed the ground level. “Thank you for arranging my day so nicely,” she sweetly said.
“You’re welcome. You have thirty minutes.”
“Okay. I love you.”
“You too.”
The second the elevators opened, Nabi speed-walked out of the apartment building. She walked to the car like a woman on a mission — only pausing to take a picture of the moon. She put on her seatbelt and started her car, reversing out of her parking space. She looked down at her phone when it chimed, signalling a text.
sannie [23:06] thank you for coming tonight, biyah! ❤️ i’ve told the members about our mission and they all reacted enthusiastically
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