NO GENERATIVE AI 🚫
Kink + possible NSFW content
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Regular_Human_Jules (Admin):
Regular_Human_Jules (Admin): haha yeah
Regular_Human_Jules (Admin): lol
Regular_Human_Jules (Admin):
Regular_Human_Jules (Admin): haha yeah
Regular_Human_Jules (Admin): lol
(please appreciate the mech hand, I thought it came out very sexy)
(please appreciate the mech hand, I thought it came out very sexy)
The curly-haired farmer squints at the borrower in his hand.
"You pluck all the grapes in this patch and drop 'em in the tub. Oughta fill it by sundown. If you try to make a runner, I'll catch ya and... well, you'll wish ya hadn't."
The curly-haired farmer squints at the borrower in his hand.
"You pluck all the grapes in this patch and drop 'em in the tub. Oughta fill it by sundown. If you try to make a runner, I'll catch ya and... well, you'll wish ya hadn't."
She can't really feel any of this. He... might be trying to kill her?
I mean, she doesn't WANT to fight. She'll just give him a tiny nudge with her-
Oops, that killed him. Poor little guy.
She can't really feel any of this. He... might be trying to kill her?
I mean, she doesn't WANT to fight. She'll just give him a tiny nudge with her-
Oops, that killed him. Poor little guy.
...and by 'here,' I mean directly on top of me
...and by 'here,' I mean directly on top of me
Cw: blood mention
A knight kneels on the ground, his armour settling loudly as he removes his helmet. Stray curls fall around his soft features as he gazes into a darkened depression of the tavern’s wall.
It contains a shivering form, small and helpless, utterly trembling.
The knight reaches out a gauntleted hand, thick blood still dripping from the knuckles and pooling on the ground beneath his outstretched fingers. He smiles softly as red speckles his cheeks where the slits of his helmet were.
“It’s okay. They’re won’t be messing with you anymore. They’re gone.”
The knight reaches out a gauntleted hand, thick blood still dripping from the knuckles and pooling on the ground beneath his outstretched fingers. He smiles softly as red speckles his cheeks where the slits of his helmet were.
“It’s okay. They’re won’t be messing with you anymore. They’re gone.”
“You’re safe.”
He says, voice innocent and soft.
“Come on out. Come to me. By my oath, I’ll protect you.”
He requests ever so gently.
“You’re safe.”
He says, voice innocent and soft.
“Come on out. Come to me. By my oath, I’ll protect you.”
He requests ever so gently.
Gentle, yet terrifying. Gosh
Gentle, yet terrifying. Gosh