CryptidCritters
@cryptidcritters.bsky.social
29- they/he/she- 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️- Free 🇵🇸- AO3 writer- COD- MDNI 🔞- NSFW
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KITEKITEKITEKITE
January 20, 2026 at 3:30 AM
KITEKITEKITEKITE
I'm so glad you like it!!! I've been meaning to continue the story. That may need to happen sooner than I was planning now!
January 17, 2026 at 1:10 AM
I'm so glad you like it!!! I've been meaning to continue the story. That may need to happen sooner than I was planning now!
If you ever do, I'll eat it up!
January 16, 2026 at 6:19 PM
If you ever do, I'll eat it up!
PROFESSOR RILEY!!!! May need to reread Dark Eyes again!
January 16, 2026 at 4:40 AM
PROFESSOR RILEY!!!! May need to reread Dark Eyes again!
Honestly, I think this is the hottest thing I've ever written! 😅🥵
January 14, 2026 at 10:11 PM
Honestly, I think this is the hottest thing I've ever written! 😅🥵
💀🍑The Bet🍑💀
Part 4
#Poly141
There are many perks to being the man in charge of an elite, irreplaceable taskforce. --
Part 4
#Poly141
There are many perks to being the man in charge of an elite, irreplaceable taskforce. --
💀🍑The Bet🍑💀
Part 3
#Poly141
Simon sucks his lip into his mouth, stopping the thin trickle of cherry flavored saliva from dribbling down his chin before he pops the lollipop back in his mouth. --
Part 3
#Poly141
Simon sucks his lip into his mouth, stopping the thin trickle of cherry flavored saliva from dribbling down his chin before he pops the lollipop back in his mouth. --
January 14, 2026 at 9:58 PM
💀🍑The Bet🍑💀
Part 3
#Poly141
Simon sucks his lip into his mouth, stopping the thin trickle of cherry flavored saliva from dribbling down his chin before he pops the lollipop back in his mouth. --
Part 3
#Poly141
Simon sucks his lip into his mouth, stopping the thin trickle of cherry flavored saliva from dribbling down his chin before he pops the lollipop back in his mouth. --
💀🍑The Bet🍑💀
Part 2
#Poly141
Words filter through Gaz's ears like molasses, though they don't stick like it. He's trying to hear what Price is saying to them, but the view he has behind the captain's shoulder is too enticing to ignore. --
Part 2
#Poly141
Words filter through Gaz's ears like molasses, though they don't stick like it. He's trying to hear what Price is saying to them, but the view he has behind the captain's shoulder is too enticing to ignore. --
January 14, 2026 at 9:58 PM
only opening his eyes again when Simon clears his throat.
"Remember," he lilts, smirk evident in his eyes above his mask. "Johnny can't win".
Then he's gone, leaving Price with mouth full of longing and a problem in his pants.
"Remember," he lilts, smirk evident in his eyes above his mask. "Johnny can't win".
Then he's gone, leaving Price with mouth full of longing and a problem in his pants.
January 14, 2026 at 9:57 PM
only opening his eyes again when Simon clears his throat.
"Remember," he lilts, smirk evident in his eyes above his mask. "Johnny can't win".
Then he's gone, leaving Price with mouth full of longing and a problem in his pants.
"Remember," he lilts, smirk evident in his eyes above his mask. "Johnny can't win".
Then he's gone, leaving Price with mouth full of longing and a problem in his pants.
His lids flutter shut and his eyes roll back as Simon pops the now salty candy back in his mouth. Price moans again, sucking the taste down like a man starved. He misses the rustle of clothes and the soft footsteps heading for the door, --
January 14, 2026 at 9:57 PM
His lids flutter shut and his eyes roll back as Simon pops the now salty candy back in his mouth. Price moans again, sucking the taste down like a man starved. He misses the rustle of clothes and the soft footsteps heading for the door, --
"As a bit of extra motivation-"
He hooks a thumb in the front of his panties, pulling them down enough to swirl the lollipop along the tip, coating it in pre. Price outright moans, his own cock throbbing at the sight, cargos uncomfortably tight against him. --
He hooks a thumb in the front of his panties, pulling them down enough to swirl the lollipop along the tip, coating it in pre. Price outright moans, his own cock throbbing at the sight, cargos uncomfortably tight against him. --
January 14, 2026 at 9:57 PM
"As a bit of extra motivation-"
He hooks a thumb in the front of his panties, pulling them down enough to swirl the lollipop along the tip, coating it in pre. Price outright moans, his own cock throbbing at the sight, cargos uncomfortably tight against him. --
He hooks a thumb in the front of his panties, pulling them down enough to swirl the lollipop along the tip, coating it in pre. Price outright moans, his own cock throbbing at the sight, cargos uncomfortably tight against him. --
Simon reaches over and yanks it out, making Price gasp, his eyes flying open again.
"Alright," he groans, longing for his lost morsel. "He won't win".
Simon nods, looking pleased with his answer, before cocking his head thoughtfully. --
"Alright," he groans, longing for his lost morsel. "He won't win".
Simon nods, looking pleased with his answer, before cocking his head thoughtfully. --
January 14, 2026 at 9:57 PM
Simon reaches over and yanks it out, making Price gasp, his eyes flying open again.
"Alright," he groans, longing for his lost morsel. "He won't win".
Simon nods, looking pleased with his answer, before cocking his head thoughtfully. --
"Alright," he groans, longing for his lost morsel. "He won't win".
Simon nods, looking pleased with his answer, before cocking his head thoughtfully. --
"You win, and you can fuck me any way you like. Hell, you can fuck me as /much/ as you like. All day, every day. I don't care, but He. Can't. Win".
Price squeezes his eyes shut, tongue still working subconsciously around the lollipop in his mouth. --
Price squeezes his eyes shut, tongue still working subconsciously around the lollipop in his mouth. --
January 14, 2026 at 9:57 PM
"You win, and you can fuck me any way you like. Hell, you can fuck me as /much/ as you like. All day, every day. I don't care, but He. Can't. Win".
Price squeezes his eyes shut, tongue still working subconsciously around the lollipop in his mouth. --
Price squeezes his eyes shut, tongue still working subconsciously around the lollipop in his mouth. --
"You had to go and listen to Johnny. He /can't/ win. He doesn't get to after makin' me wait even longer for you to get your heads out of your arses. So take a good look. This is what you win if you outlast the bastard. --
January 14, 2026 at 9:57 PM
"You had to go and listen to Johnny. He /can't/ win. He doesn't get to after makin' me wait even longer for you to get your heads out of your arses. So take a good look. This is what you win if you outlast the bastard. --
"You lot are killin' me here. I can barely focus on my fuckin' job with how pent up I am. Normally, I'd say fuck it and just pin you to that bloody chair and ride you 'til I can't walk, but you all made things difficult. --
January 14, 2026 at 9:57 PM
"You lot are killin' me here. I can barely focus on my fuckin' job with how pent up I am. Normally, I'd say fuck it and just pin you to that bloody chair and ride you 'til I can't walk, but you all made things difficult. --
How he longs to lick him open so he can fuck this little minx stupid for all the shit he's pulled.
Simon completes his turn, ending back with his barely clothed cock just out of reach.
"Here's the deal," Simon says, voice thick with arousal. --
Simon completes his turn, ending back with his barely clothed cock just out of reach.
"Here's the deal," Simon says, voice thick with arousal. --
January 14, 2026 at 9:57 PM
How he longs to lick him open so he can fuck this little minx stupid for all the shit he's pulled.
Simon completes his turn, ending back with his barely clothed cock just out of reach.
"Here's the deal," Simon says, voice thick with arousal. --
Simon completes his turn, ending back with his barely clothed cock just out of reach.
"Here's the deal," Simon says, voice thick with arousal. --
He turns, letting Price see his assumption is correct, his pale cheeks hang out around the small triangle of fabric that disappears between them. Price groans. Oh, how he wants to slide that bit of string aside and bury his face there instead. --
January 14, 2026 at 9:57 PM
He turns, letting Price see his assumption is correct, his pale cheeks hang out around the small triangle of fabric that disappears between them. Price groans. Oh, how he wants to slide that bit of string aside and bury his face there instead. --
The front of the panties are stretched obscenely over him, a wet patch showing how worked up he is too. The thin strings run over his hips and disappear behind him, clearly doing nothing to hold the plump of his arse. --
January 14, 2026 at 9:57 PM
The front of the panties are stretched obscenely over him, a wet patch showing how worked up he is too. The thin strings run over his hips and disappear behind him, clearly doing nothing to hold the plump of his arse. --