Dreamt Of A Cute Nightbrother Guy, So I Had To Draw Him

Redraw of this silly little thing I posted forever ago->

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Another Happy Landing

Obi Wan is making fun of Anakin because Padmé didn’t allow him to drive her car saying that he never respects the traffic lights and just w

I want to post nsfw stuff but I worry I will be shamed for liking dick and balls (and boobs)

I've been a bit busy so just a little transparent maul judging your blog.

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Pikmin 4 Dating Sim - May 4th Development Blog

Welcome to the first installment of the Pikmin 4 Dating Sim development blog! A weekly "news letter" where I will discuss my progress on the dating simulator. I thought instead of doing a discord server, this would probably be the best course of action. If we get more buzz around the project, perhaps a discord server still can be made.

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What is the Pikmin 4 dating simulator? The Pikmin 4 dating simulator (working title) is a dating simulator where you create a character and go on a little narrative story path with members of the Rescue Corps!

It takes place late into your mission on PNF-404, a multiple day storm forces the Rescue Corps to halt rescue efforts and take shelter in the S.S. Shepherd.

During this time, you decide to get to know your crew members, each having their own arch and story!

Planned routes:

Captain Erma Shepherd

Collin

Russ

Dingo

Yonny

Bernard

All around, it will be a light-hearted playable dating sim made in Ren'Py!

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What has been done this week? (Well, a bit over a week)

Shepherd's rough draft

Russ' rough draft

2 backgrounds

Most of Russ' sprites

Started Shepherd's Sprites

Started writing Introduction

UI text box shift when custom character is on screen

-------------- Please keep in mind, I am one person <3 I'm working as fast as I can while also working a job! Feel free to DM me anything <3 either on here or @andrabeets on discord --------------

So, obviously, the official name won't be "Pikmin 4 dating sim" or "Rescue Corps dating sim" I have a few ideas for a name but I thought I'd let you guys vote!

The winner doesn't guarantee the name of the project. I just know I'd like it to be something to do with dandori.

-------------- Thank you for reading! Hope to have more updates for you next week! Stay curious~

andrabeets / Cherie <333

This sinful masterpiece got me spiraling.

Thank you, @andrabeets

TW: NFSW/Religious content (kinda?)

Priest!John Price x F!Reader

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Father John stood before you, his dark robes blending into the shadows, only his face illuminated by the soft light of the candles. His eyes were on you, watching, studying.

He knew why you were there, knew the true motives behind your late-night visits to the church. It wasn't faith that had brought you to your knees once again.

Slowly, he reached out, his hand hovering above your head for just a moment, as if hesitating. But then his fingers sank into your hair, threading through the strands with a tenderness that made your breath catch in your throat.

You didn’t dare move, didn’t speak.

"Does your husband know you're here?" The older man's voice was low, almost a whisper, as he looked down at you.

Eyes wide, you gazed up at him, glistening with a sweetness that you knew would draw him in.

''I’m just visiting the church, Father,'' You replied with lips curving into a slow, innocent smile before continuing, ''I came to confess my sins, to repent.''

"You know what that means, don't you?" He rasped, his restraint slipping with every second.

A soft, menacing chuckle escaped your lips as you leaned in closer, feeling the heat of his struggle brushing past your face. "Yes, Father. I do."

Before you could fully grasp the weight of your own words, you felt the blunt pressure of his cock forcing its way past your lips, hitting the back of your throat with a demanding thrust. The saliva that had pooled in your mouth spilled out, dripping down onto your exposed cleavage.

He was enormous, his length extending well past his navel, the thickness comparable to your wrist and each thrust was a relentless, stretching your mouth and throat to their limits. Naturally, tears welled up, blurring your vision and deepening your sense of submission to the man above.

All you wanted was to look up at his face, to see how he scrunched his brow and gazed at you as though you were the object of worship rather than the worshipper.

If this is what sin felt like, if this was the exhilaration of crossing every boundary, then you were ready to embrace it completely and dive headfirst into the abyss.

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After the mission.

“Damask rose.”

Is it from an old world? Older than galaxy’s distance could convey. Or perhaps a new one, yet unborn.

He only tells you it is from a different world. He tells you not to let anyone else see it.

Why, you wonder. And could there be a more different than the world than the one he returns to when he leaves you?

But you will withhold your question.

You accept the absence of explanations, which is not the negation of truth, he told you, but protection against lies. You have known this since your first night when you asked your questions. His reply was the rustles of clothes, of night leaving, his heat linger on your body like bruises.

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