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Ok, now that you've given me Yofi brain worms here's one for the game!
Yofi with god/worshiper kink? Not sure if it has a "name" but I feel like they'd enjoy being praised as our god
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Her sacraments are always manageable. She never asks more of you than you can provide. Instead, she pushes you right to the edge and no further. Kneeling for just as long as you possibly can. Letting her bring you to heights of pleasure until you're on the brink of unconsciousness and then letting you rest. Pushing your body to its limits, knowing she'll stop you just before you go too far.
He has you kneeling at his feet, knees pressed to the altar you built to him. His legs are spread, fingers in your hair to draw your face between his thighs. There was a single order. Not to use your mouth on him. Instead, you're to kneel there and speak words of praise. From the heart. From the soul.
The smell of them surrounds you. Sweet and rainy. The tantalising glisten of precum taunts you, mouth watering at the thought of that addictive taste. You don't even have to focus for the words to come out. Praise falls from your lips without a though, gazing up at them through half-lidded eyes.
Beautiful. Magnificent. Kind. Glorious. Heavenly. Protective.
The words come from somewhere deeper than you can consciously reach. But you're not thinking about anything but the tantalising drip of precum. You want to reach your tongue out to catch it, to taste that little piece of heaven. But the risk of one of Yofiel's punishments is less upsetting than the risk of her disappointment.
Tantalising. Awesome. Powerful. Gracious. Incredible. Everything.
There's no warning when they reach their peak. Just warm cum on your face and the ringing of bells that you just know is your name, falling from their lips in bliss. You've done well. You'll be rewarded, hopefully with the taste of that addictive cum.
But really, you're just happy to have served your godly angel.
#panie-wanie-dean-bean#sunshine#18+ only#yandere oc#nonbinary yandere#yandere x reader#gn!reader#yofi#yesssssss Yofi wants worship from their lovers
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oh you KNOW i am beggimg on my paws for Glitch, any kink theyd like
-🐈⬛
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Content: cockwarming, omorashi, implied pissing on cock
"Stay still."
The hiss is accompanied by sharp nails digging into your hips, stopping you from squirming. It's hard not to. The way the fleshy barbs of his cock stimulate your insides so perfectly. The way the head of his cock presses into your bladder uncomfortably. You want to ride him or get off and go piss, but he won't let you do either. Instead, you're forced to torturously warm his cock while he works, hoping you don't piss yourself on his lap.
"Glitch, I really need to go..."
It's almost embarrassing, how whiney your voice is. You can't fight the heat in your face as you realise how much of a mess he's made you into. And he hasn't even done anything yet. Just sat you on his cock and forced you to fill up on water. He's barely even paid any attention to you, until you started squirming.
"Ugh." You can almost feel his eyes rolling behind you as his fingers return to his keyboard. "You really can't control yourself?"
With a whine, you try to settle down, clenching around him as you try desperately to hold your bladder. His cock twitches inside of you. It's impossible not to idly wonder whether he's as needy as you are, in his own way. But it's a little hard to think about much other than your desperate hole and the pressing need to pee.
One of his hands moves to his mouse, the other settling on your abdomen. He presses down lightly, hips grinding up into you. Just enough to make him groan. And to make you clench down to keep yourself from making a mess.
"Glitch, please... I need to pee so bad..."
He's panting softly now, hips rocking up into you a little more as he clicks around the screen. For a moment you're convinced he didn't hear you. Too caught up in grinding into your hole. His work is half-abandoned, but he's not fucking you yet.
"I'm not stopping you."
It's accompanied by a sigh of annoyance, his hand pressing down just a bit more. He's not about to let you get up. If you're going to pee, then it's going to be here. In front of him. On him. The humilation of simply thinking about it is enough to make you squirm.
But you don't have a choice.
#sunshine#18+ only#🐈⬛ anon#glitch (mouse)#gn!reader#>:3c heeheehoohoo someone's down bad for the bitchy catboy~
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More ask game stuff will be done tomorrow >:3c I'm really enjoying it!!
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teasing him under the table while he's playing and can't leave the match and watching him trip over his words in voice comms
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Hello it's me!!! I want to request Lucky smoking kink because I am a predictable creature but I don't want to force smoking upon him if he doesn't. 💖🌈
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It doesn't surprise you that he smokes. That sweet-bitter smell clings to the wrinkled leather of his jacket in a way that makes your heart race. And you wouldn't be shocked if it continued to follow him even if he shed the ever-present clothing. It's just a part of him, like his scars or his wrinkles.
Even the way he rummages in his pocket for his packet of cigarettes seems fitting. One large hand shoved in the pocket of the brown leather jacket, fishing out a half-crumpled paper packet and a matchbook. He coaxes a cigarette out of the paper, pressing the end tight between his lips to pull it all the way out. It's shoved unceremoniously back into his pocket and his attentions turn to the matchbook.
It's impossible to ignore how large his hands are as he fiddles with the flimsy matches. Two strikes and he's lit it, holding the flame up for a moment's inspection before bringing it to the end of the cigarette. As soon as the end begins to glow, he drops the match and snuffs the flame with his heel.
He's so relaxed about it all. Leaning against the cold brick wall, breathing in with closed eyes and a blissful expression before letting the smoke slowly escape from between his lips as though he can hardly bare to part from it. He doesn't seem to notice the way you squirm as you watch him, eyes glued to his lips.
A few drags seem to be enough to relax him, shoulders losing their tension as he lets his head fall back against the wall. The cigarette hangs loose between two thick fingers. A single eye cracks open to inspect you, lips curling up into a leering grin.
He says something, but you don't quite catch it. You're too focused on the way his lips move. How they wrap around each syllable and then the end of the cigarette. How they part again to push out the smoke, letting it go in your direction with a pleased smirk. He raises a single eyebrow and waits for you to answer.
"Huh?"
He laughs lowly, amused by the confused tilt of your head. "I said, fancy an oily?"
He's got the packet of cigarettes back in his hand, extended towards you. You don't even think before you take it, popping it between your lips. He leans in. Your breath catches. The smouldering end of his cigarette presses to yours, his large hands coming up to cup them both. With a quick puff, yours is lit too, accompanied by the intoxicating scent of tobacco on his breath.
For a moment, you consider intentionally coughing in the hope that he might shotgun the smoke into your mouth. But you fear that would be enough to do you in for good. As it is, you're down way too bad for this old man. You're thoroughly screwed.
#partywithponies#sunshine#18+ only#lucky#gn!reader#TAAAASHHHHHH!!!!!!!!#old cockney man smoking kink just for you!!!!#also he smokes Many Things including cigarettes don't worry >:3c
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Glitch and body writing? Or Glitch and anything really, love that little guy
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His fingers are nimble as he twirls the marker thoughtfully. A testament to how much time he spends hacking and gaming, you suppose. And you've been on the recieving end of those quick fingers often enough to know just how talented he is with them. The thought makes you shiver with delight.
"Hm." It's a short, sharp sound.
The gaze that wanders across your naked body is analytical, but you can feel the tension of his desire lingering just behind it. The desire he feels for you. But this has to come first. He has to do this first.
They uncap the marker and the smell of it hits the air quickly. Sharp and chemical. It feels smooth against your skin, slightly wet and cold as the ink sinks in. His tongue pokes out between his lips, brows furrowed in concentration as he writes across your stomach.
Cum here
There's an arrow pointing between your legs, neat and pointed. His handwriting in general is surprisingly neat, all caps scrawled across your lower stomach. The words send heat pooling between your thighs, and you can feel his hardening cock against your leg as he straddles your body.
They lean in close, darkened eyes meeting yours for just a moment before they trail down to your lips. Two strokes on your right cheek, two on your left. You can just about figure it out. T and Y, your mouth making a perfect O between them.
"Cute." His smirk is proud as his marker moves on to its next victim.
Slut on your chest, followed by use me on your forehead. He lifts himself off you for just long enough to flip you over, cock grinding against your ass as he begins to write on your back too. You can't follow the strokes, but it doesn't matter. Knowing what sort of things he's writing is enough.
Especially with the way he groans and grinds against you with each word.
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Ayo sleepy here with a "huh we;ve never really seen Yofi fuck." Like yofi is a master manipulator etc etc how she fuck tho?
Fucking Yofi is, unsurprisingly, a heavenly experience. They make you feel like you're floating on clouds. Like you'll never touch the ground again, but you're the safest you've ever been. He'll bring you to heights of pleasure you've never imagined. And she'll gladly indulge your every kink in ways you couldn't believe possible before you met her.
Seriously, one of the best things about fucking Yofiel is the fact that she's a very powerful angel and can make basically all your dreams come true with ease. There's not a single kink they're not willing to indulge in one way or another (as long as it doesn't require him giving up any of his power over you).
Not only that, but once you've slept with Yofi, no one else will ever feel like they compare. Is it manipulation? Mind control? Addictive cum? Mindblowing sex? Yeah. All of the above. And you'll never be satisfied again, without her fucking you.
#sunshine#18+ only#sleepy anon#yofi#gn!reader#>:3c she's The Worst and I love her#idk if this was for the ask game but I'm using it as a chance to just ramble about him
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just kicking my feet into the air i love lucky so much so fucking much a heem heem -sleepy
Yessssss Lucky deserves love!!!!!
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ayo sleepy here with a kink suggestion: sensory deprivation!!!!
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It's all heavy.
The mask over your eyes, blocking out any light. The headphones over your ears, leaving only the sound of your own blood pumping in your veins. Even the blanket over you is heavy and oddly textureless. Heaviness is all you can feel. All your senses can take in. There's nothing but pressure, pressing on you from all sides.
Despite all the pressure, you feel unanchored. Like you're floating. Dizzy and falling. It's disorienting. There's no sense of up or down, of left or right. There's just you, alone, pressed upon from all sides by nothingness and weight.
And then you feel her hand. Or the weight of it, at least. Between the blanket covering you and the gloves you know they're wearing... All you feel is a little more pressure as her hand presses against your shoulder. It's reassuring. Grounding.
And then the headphones lift, for just a moment.
"You're doing so well, sweetie."
They settle the headphones back over your ears and you're drifting again. Her voice still rings in your ear, the sweetest thing you've ever heard in this infinite, heavy void. It's the only thing you can cling onto. The only sign of land in a sea of nothing.
Her gloved hand is on your cheek now, the gentlest of caresses. It soothes your racing heart. It pounds slower in your ears, body settling into the lack of sensation. You might be nowhere, but at least Missy's here with you. At least the two of you are nowhere together.
There's a slight shift in the heavy blanket. The barest trace of a breeze on your legs. And then it settles again, but with slightly less pressure. With no other sensations, the feeling of her lips on your thighs is startling and stronger than anything you've ever felt before. It's all you have to focus on. Their mouth, through the dental dam, lavishing you with attention. It's all you've got. The only anchor.
And fuck is it the best thing you've ever felt.
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ASK GAME.
MASTER LIN.
MAKE IT EXTRA VIOLENT.
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Content: scalpel, blood, wound fingering, wound eating out, implied wound fucking, praise kink, yandere
"I wonder..."
His voice is breathless, body pressed tight to yours. The autospy table behind you is too solid. Too cold. Too... much. And his body is so hot, radiating into the air around him as he leans in far too close. The only thing you can be thankful for is the lack of that thick metal collar around your throat. And even that is a hollow victory.
"I wonder," he says again, and you feel something cold pressed to your bare stomach, "if your insides are as lovely as your outsides."
The way he speaks makes you shiver. It's not low, not menacing, not anything you'd expect. Merely soft and kind and adoring. Said the same way he might compliment your eyes or your outfit. His expression is gentle and sweet. You can almost, for just a second, imagine you're somewhere else with someone better.
And then your gut twists. Bile rises in your throat, breath catching until you feel as though you're choking on it. The scalpel in his hand has dug into your skin, splitting it with ease. It's horrifying, the red appearing in the bottom of your vision. The wrenching discomfort, not quite painful. You almost wish it was.
He works with surgical precision. The incision is only a few inches, sternum to navel. The scalpel makes a quick stop against his tongue to taste your blood before he sets it on the table behind you. There's no comfort in it, the blade at your back. No way to guarantee it won't end up in your spine.
"Sweeter than honey." Your blood stains his lips as his fingers explore your abdomen.
You shudder. He seems to take it as encouragement, whispering soft assurances as his fingers find the wound. He runs the tip of one down the length of the incision, parting the skin to let more blood seep out. But not for long.
Slender, nimble fingers press into the wound, staunching most of the bleeding as he begins to finger you. It's nauseating. The way he touches you is disgustingly affectionate, like he's making love to you. Like he's fingering your hole open, not reaching into a wound.
Your guts twist as his fingers brush against... you can't even speculate about which organ he's touched without the bile rising in your throat. All you can do is focus on his face and try to pretend it's not happening. He almost makes it easy. The softness of his eyes, the sweet words falling so easily from his lips...
And then he kneels down. His tongue laves up your wound, moaning at the taste of your blood on his tongue. If your grasp on reality were only a little more tenuous, you could almost imagine he was just eating you out. The way his tongue presses into your incision, lapping at your insides like a man starved. He's adoring and eager and messy. Your blood on his face only encouraging him.
Your stomach turns, organs cramping at the sight and feeling. Your body rebels against his treatment. You weren't made for this. No one was made for this. But you get the feeling there's far worse to come.
Especially when he begins to unbuckle his belt.
#sunshine#18+ only#master lin#gn!reader#yandere oc#yandere male#yandere x reader#have some yucky woundfucking >:3c
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omg wait. lucky and his nichest kink. he deserves to have fun!
~ }i{
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Content: cum in eye, use of "kid" as a petname, manhandling
The hand behind your head is huge. Strong enough to keep you in place, large enough for his thumb to reach your forehead. He's all in proportion too, looming over you with his thick cock. Stroking it with his free hand. Dripping fat beads of precum onto your thighs as you kneel in front of him.
He groans, teeth gritted and breathing laboured. His eyes are dark as he watches you closely, hand spurred on by the sight of you at his feet. He's long past the point of growling praise, talking dirty, saying a single word. It's all animalistic growls and grunts of pleasure as he uses the sight of you to get himself off.
You wince a little every time his breath hitches, eyes instinctively closing. Each time you get a sharp tap to your forehead, a reminder to keep your eyes open for him. To keep your gaze tilted up towards him. You're not allowed to look away. Not allowed to blink.
"Keep them open. Keep your eyes fucking open."
His voice is a rough, ragged pant. It takes effort for him to speak. But his eyes remain on yours. His hand remains on his cock. You can see his balls tighten, pull up towards him as he lingers on the edge. You want to close your eyes tight, but his thumb has travelled down to hold your eyelid open.
"Take it. Fucking take it."
It stings. His cum is thick and sticky, clinging to your eyelashes and filling your eye. You can feel him move closer. The head of his cock right against your eye as he cums. You're tearing up. Eyes welling in protest of the stinging pain.
"Fuckin' incredible."
He pulls away from you, and you can see him kneel down to get a closer look through your untouched eye. You can finally blink, but it doesn't help. It only becomes harder to open your eye again as his cum starts to dry. Your eye burns, even as his hand comes up to stroke your head affectionately.
"Good kid. Fuck, gonna have to do that again some time soon."
#sunshine#18+ only#}i{#lucky#gn!reader#yandere oc#male yandere#oughhhh nichest is hard to judge but... >:3c this is one I don't hear about enough
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Just trynna kiss your tummy and call you my good little girl while I finger you
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making fun of the little "ghghgh" noises puppies make while you're throatfucking them by telling them how stupid they sound. even if that's probably the most intelligent sound that'll come from their mouth because anything they have to say doesn't matter. is this anything.
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too sleepy to elaborate at this time but I miss the old fandom culture of interacting with fanfic writers and fanfic artists as members of the fandom community who enjoyed engagement and discussion and feedback instead of the modern trend of seeing us as content creators up on a pedestal who don't need positive feedback but DO need to churn out constant content to feed the a03 machine
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Wishing they were fucking my ass, trying to control themselves and go slow at first because it hurts. They see a singular tear roll slowly down my cheek, “fuck baby are you crying?” They ask while stroking my face. I nod and whimper a little and they go feral, slamming into my ass groaning “that’s it baby, sob for me”.
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Okay bed time now, but I'll continue the ask game tomorrow >:3c
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Ayo its sleepy. Would it be too obvious to ask for some Lucky Scar Worship????? just body worship in general is good
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"What're you doing?"
Lucky's tone is snappy and uncomfortable as he flinches away from your touch. His eyes won't meet yours. Not an uncommon occurence, but it seems he's avoiding it more than usual. He's... angry? No. An angry Lucky is impossible to miss. There'd be broken things everywhere, possibly including you. He's self conscious.
"I know I've got an ugly mug, no need to rub my nose in it."
He's not... wrong, exactly. He's certainly not conventionally attractive. Scars marr his face, some jagged and others neat, all in various stages of being healed over. His nose has been broken more than once, and never seemed to set correctly. His ears are cauliflowered from years of beatings and fights and rugby matches.
But he makes it work. The scars blend well with the age lines on his face, the stubble of his beard he has yet to shave, even the bald top of his head that boasts a particularly rough scar. He's ruggedly handsome, in the way that only an older man who's seen too much can be.
"I think they suit you." It's a simple enough statement, one you know he can believe.
He doesn't reply, but he lets your fingers soothe over each scar in turn. Some are bumps and others are divots, but each one feels nice under your hands. He shudders slightly at the feeling. You know he's never let anyone touch him like this before. Perhaps Etienne, but certainly no one else. It's a privilege. An honour.
"You think so?" He speaks, finally.
It's your turn to keep silent. Instead, your lips press against one softly. You move to straddle his lap, cupping his face so you can kiss each one in turn. So you can lavish them with affection, with your lips and fingers. His hands settle on your hips, his own grinding up against you slightly.
"If you're gonna sit there, treacle, 'least let me get a feel."
You can't help but smile against his cheek. He's back to his usual self at least. And you can focus on loving his scars.
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