Terminal ideas guy that aspires to actuate.
He/him, Ace.
Writes fetish stories and erotica, doesn't RP. #sizesky
Will respond when spoken to.
FI/EN/JP (初心者)
I use feeds to organize my output.
https://linktr.ee/envithefool
Do you remember any other details?
Do you remember any other details?
I guess there's also like the option of opting for just "ma'am", but that'd probably only work if this is for like direct addressing.
I guess there's also like the option of opting for just "ma'am", but that'd probably only work if this is for like direct addressing.
"Clanker"'s an okay start, but I have faith in humanity to cook further beyond.
"Clanker"'s an okay start, but I have faith in humanity to cook further beyond.
So there's that.
So there's that.
I do have ideas piled up, just need to get to them.
Feedback/suggestions appreciated.
I do have ideas piled up, just need to get to them.
Feedback/suggestions appreciated.
But hey, better than none.
Though the quality does end up varying due to that.
But hey, better than none.
Though the quality does end up varying due to that.
Comes both in unwieldy and handheld variety.
Comes both in unwieldy and handheld variety.
Hex, by Gao. (The House in Fata Morgana OST)
Hex, by Gao. (The House in Fata Morgana OST)
Aino nodded, and let Frida lead the way by the finger through the bloodied field, paying no mind to the half-devoured deer carcasses.
"...do you think you'll stay like this?"
Aino flashed her fangs at her lover's question. Frida was being coy again.
"...if you wish." (6/6)
Aino nodded, and let Frida lead the way by the finger through the bloodied field, paying no mind to the half-devoured deer carcasses.
"...do you think you'll stay like this?"
Aino flashed her fangs at her lover's question. Frida was being coy again.
"...if you wish." (6/6)
Aino cradled Frida's whole head in her palm, embracing her back as carefully as she could, burying her cheek into her fluffy stomach once more.
They gazed into each others eyes under the bright moonlight, both thinking how the other had never looked more beautiful. (5/6)
Aino cradled Frida's whole head in her palm, embracing her back as carefully as she could, burying her cheek into her fluffy stomach once more.
They gazed into each others eyes under the bright moonlight, both thinking how the other had never looked more beautiful. (5/6)
She couldn't understand why her form was this big now, but that didn't matter right now. She had messed up. She had lost control. Making Frida feel safe was the only thing that mattered. (4/6)
She couldn't understand why her form was this big now, but that didn't matter right now. She had messed up. She had lost control. Making Frida feel safe was the only thing that mattered. (4/6)
It wasn't Aino's blood, but her instincts couldn't help but think that she had marked Frida as her own now. (3/6)
It wasn't Aino's blood, but her instincts couldn't help but think that she had marked Frida as her own now. (3/6)
Her eyes were swollen from from the tears that she was still stiffing to contain.
She was blushing from having to embrace her beloved like this. Something about her smile made Aino feel that she was being more bashful than usual.
And then there was blood. (2/6)
Her eyes were swollen from from the tears that she was still stiffing to contain.
She was blushing from having to embrace her beloved like this. Something about her smile made Aino feel that she was being more bashful than usual.
And then there was blood. (2/6)