Hey! Do You Think You Could Write The Upper Moons Requests To Finding Out Their S/o Has Became An Upper

Andddd maybeee also on Douma cause I just need him｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

DILF! DOUMA is cunning. knows you perhaps far too well, how to toy with your mind and body. he enjoys letting you think you have the upper hand just to flip the tables and see that cute little pout you make. he's fiercely protective, which sometimes borders on controlling, but he always has your best interest in mind. lavish dinners and high teas to indulge you in the finest and highest luxuries. the type to give your bottom lip teasing bites until you tasted faint traces of blood. when he fucks he's ruthless, litters you in his marks that stay there for days. kisses away your tears and swallows your whines. "keep crying for me, darling. you sound so pretty when you do"

DILF ME UP!

Best Friends!! (Daki x F!Reader) Platonically

I just wanted some wholesome stuff for my sweet girl!! This is only PLATONICALLY // short story with some headcanons

Summary: You’re an Upper Moon and Daki is your best friend!! You guys gossip about the other Upper Moons!!

Trigger warnings: Daki and you gossip about the other Upper Moons, rude comments about them,

Currently you were at the infinity castle as Muzan called all the Upper Moon's for a meeting, but as the time being everyone was all hanging out in the main area, waiting for the Demon King, as you were sitting alone waiting for your best friend Daki. As you waited you look around and stare at the other Upper Moons, as you look around Douma smiled and waved at you, you gave him a fake smile and wave back.

You sighed at yourself, but your ears perked up when you heard your best friend's voice. You quickly stood up and gave her a big hug. "Hey Daki! I've missed you so much!" You say, as she giggled and returned the hug. Soon after you pulled away and look over at her brother and smile at him. He was the only one you really liked from the other males. "Hey Gyataro, how have you've been?"

He smiled at you and nodded. "I've been doing well, Daki hasn't been quite this whole time about you." He said giving you a shy smile. Patting her head. "I’ll leave you guys alone, I assume you want to girl talk about girly things." And with that he walked off leaving you and you're best friend alone. You smile and grab her hand and walk off and somewhere a little far from the other Upper Moons. But you guys could still see them, you guys sat on the ground.

"Man, it's been awhile since we've gossiped but these guys." You say, slightly pointing at the other Upper Moons. Making Daki roll her eyes playfully as she nodded. "I know! But be careful with pointing that finger Kokushibo could see you, I mean he does have six eyes so I'm guessing he can see every little detail." She giggled out.

Making you snort out softly, as you giggle. "I know! Just imagine if he were to tell someone to look him in the eyes." She began saying making you both laugh out.

"Yeah which ones though." You say. "Girl! Don't get me started about the other Upper Moons!"

"Oh my! Please I'm all ears!" She said, smirking. As you look at her, and you look over at the others and it seemed like they were talking about something. Maybe talking about why Muzan called everyone here.

"Let's go by number! So let's see...Ah! Douma, that dude is creepy no wonder why no one likes him!" You say. As you looked at Douma and giggle. "I mean he has the looks but something is off of him."

"Maybe it's that god awful fake happy attitude he has." She said, as she turned over and looked at the Upper Moon 2, and he smiled and waved at you guys. She didn't wave back, and she turned around to face you. "The only good thing he's done is turn my brother and I into Demons, so he has that going for him."

Making you giggle, Daki giggled more. You guys were acting like the mean girls from a movie. "And what about Akaza? Don't get me started with him!" You say, letting out a fake sigh.

"Ah that pink hair boy whose always whining like a baby, yeah he's odd." She began saying, a smirk appear on her face. "It's quite funny how him and Douma are always fighting and Kokusibo always has to be the mom and break them up. Truly how sad." Daki began saying. "But not as sad how he lost so miserably against Kokusibo."

You gasped out and slightly punched her arm. "Daki! That's rude!" You let out a fake gasp! But laugh loudly, earning a few looks from the other Upper Moons. They were confused on why you and Daki were laughing like there's no tomorrow.

"Oh my! What about the crying one? Hantengu!" You say, clapping your hands softly. "He's definitely the most annoying one!" You say, and Daki nodded.

"I know! Just being around him makes me wanna rip my head off." She said, rubbing the sides of her head. "And what's the deal with that bump on his head? What was he dropped in the head as a baby and the bump never went away." She snorted softly.

"Maybe it's a big ugly zit!" You say, rolling yours playfully. "The only good thing he has going are those clones of his." You say. "Especially the Blue one, I love me a man who can cry and who I can order around" You say, laughing and wiping a single tear that slipped out.

"Oh and the other clones too! First the red one probably has something up his ass and that's why he's always in a bad mood, and then there's the green one who's a disgusting prev and the one with wings smells like wet trash." She said giggling, making you both throw your head back laughing loudly.

As the other Upper Moons looked at your direction, why were you guys laughing so hard? What's so funny!

"And that leaves Gyokko.." You say, gagging slightly. "God I've never met someone who's gets turn on from their art work." You say, scrunching your nose in disgust. "Don't get me started on the way he looks!"

"I know! That green lipstick isn't doing him the favor either...and those ugly infant hands!" She said, as she was also disgusted by him. Shaking her head. "Not even a full face of makeup would help him out." She said. "But Muzan does like him."

"Yeah that's only because his vases sell well and well Muzan loves Money. So basically he's a sugar daddy."

"An ugly sugar daddy!" Daki said, and with that you both started to laugh louder than ever. You guys even laughed so hard your stomach was hurting.

"WHAT'S SO FUNNY GIRLS!"

A loud voice was heard, and you guys stopped and saw Lord Muzan. Everyone was around him, bowing their heads to him and you guys quickly got up and ran over to him and got on your knees with everyone else and bowed down.

"We are sorry Sir." You both say. Muzan hummed quickly and soon after he began talking but you and Daki didn't pay attention since you guys were too busy trying to hold back your laughter.

You would lean in to Daki and whisper. "HeHe."

And both of you were holding back your laughter, puffing up your face and turning red. And Muzan looked at you guys, as he was done talking. "You guys are lucky I'm in a good mood or I would have ripped your limbs off." He said harshly and with that he was gone.And once we was gone you and Daki broke down laughing.

"What's gotten with you two?" Douma asked. Making you and her stop for a few seconds. "Shut up Douma, no one likes you." Daki said. And you just nodded, and you guys just stood up. "Let's go Daki we have a whole lot of gossip to do!" You say and with that both of left, leaving the other Upper Moons alone.

"Hey wait! Gossip? Are you guys talking about us! That's not very nice of you." Douma yelled out, faking pouting. And earning a smack from Kokushibo.

Bouns!!

You guys love to gossip about the guys, and it feels good to be the mean girls, and of course the only you guys don't talk bad about are Nakime, Muzan and her brother.

Sometimes you guys invite Nakime to hang out with you guys, so it's a girls night out! YOU GUYS GOSSIP ABOUT THE GUYS! But she’s mostly quite but oh she’s has a lot of things to say about the Upper Moons especially Douma.

No one likes poor Douma.

You and Daki would sometimes mock and Impersonate the other Upper Moons. "Like wow look at me, I have a big head and tiny arms."

You guys honestly love hanging out, so you guys enjoy hunting for food during the night. And you guys definitely mock your prey!

GIRLS SLEEP OVER!! You guys would be munching on some arms or legs and you guys also do each other's hair and makeup!

You guys love playing dress up!

Both of you are close, and honestly Gyataro is very happy that his sister found a best friend! He really does appreciate you.

BEST FRIEND BRACELETS!

She's simply your best friend and you really do love her so much!!

The Popular Vote

The livestream always happens on midnight of Saturday. There’s a hefty buy-in to be able to tune in but that never stops the audience from growing in number every stream. Every viewer has one ballot per round, each round is different. Cast your ballot before the vote ends and the majority option gets played out in real-time.

This Saturday night, I made the mistake of staying overtime at work, and I missed the last train home. Which meant walking alone on a dark path that, in the daylight, would be a breezy twenty minute stroll. But at night, it’s a different story. And clearly, since that dark trek put me in the perfect position to be taken away in a van by men who were interested in seeing me crying and screaming in pain and pleasure, at the whim of a merciless audience.

When I wake up, I’m naked and tied up, arms and legs spread out, suspended from the ceiling, with each foot on a small platform that offered enough support to take the strain off my arms and shoulders but not enough to offer any true leverage.

It takes me a few minutes to shake off the grogginess of whatever sedative they’d drugged me with, but when I do, I feel my blood run cold.

I’m surrounded by massive screens, several of which show live footage of my predicament from different angles. The screen that scares me the most is the one showing a live chat feed, with a constant barrage of messages coming in from viewers. The set-up is terrifyingly sophisticated and fear curdles my stomach in a way that makes tears well up in my eyes.

“Please! Please let me go!” I cry into the cold, unfeeling room of machinery and screens. My body struggles against the bindings but there’s no give. There’s no audible reply but I watch the chat light up with comments that make me shudder.

“I fucking love when the whores beg before we’ve even started.”

“She’s hot when she’s squirming, can’t wait to see how much she struggles tonight.”

“I wanna see her beg for mercy. Not that there will be any.”

I sob harder, tears making the chat box blurry in my vision. It doesn’t take long for me to figure out that there’s no one and nothing saving me from whatever is going to happen here.

Suddenly, a robotic voice fills the room. “Welcome to The Popular Vote. For those of you who are new to the show, please remember that each of you have a single vote to cast during every round. Vote in the allotted time and our team will implement the majority vote’s decision. Please enjoy the show.”

I gasp when the door to the room opens and four men walk in, dressed in identical black uniforms with masks covering their faces.

“Please! Please, let me go, this is a mistake!” My desperate voice fills the room but has no impact on the men, they didn’t even look in my direction, instead walking past me towards a storage cabinet behind me.

I watch through the camera’s footage as they open the cabinets and start to pull out item after item. Each one makes me more and more scared as they pull out various toys, vibrators, and other devices and machines I don’t even recognize.

There’s an electronic ding that fills the room and the same robotic voice is back. “Our first poll is beginning. Please vote now. Option 1 is subjecting our victim to clitoral stimulation by vibrator. Option 2 is vaginal penetrative stimulation by fucking machine.”

I cry out, “Wait, no, please! I don’t want this, please stop!” I watch in vain as the votes start to roll in on the screen, a feeling of helplessness overwhelming me as I watch two competing bars increase in percentage on the screen as viewers place their ballots.

There’s a robotic series of dings that sound, signaling the final few seconds of voting and through my panic, I see that the second option has pulled ahead of the first.

I choke out another sob as I watch the four men in the room start moving towards me. Two of them are rolling a machine over, a motorized piston with a massive dildo attached to the end of it. Clearly it’s meant for me.

“Please, please, no, I don’t want this, please stop!” I know it’s useless to beg but I can’t help it. My voice is shaky and thin with apprehension and I can tell it has no effect on any of the men. I glance to the chat box and the messages there make me feel even more helpless.

“That whore is going to love that machine, these little sluts always do.”

“I hope she squirts and cries when she realizes she likes this, stupid whore is going to get fucking ruined.”

In the few moments I spent reading comments, the men have rolled the fucking machine right under me and started to raise it to reach my core.

With my legs tied down and spread, there is nothing protecting me from the toy and it’s violation of me. I feel the tip of the fake cock brush my core and I thrash pointlessly, barely able to move to make a difference.

As the machine continues to rise, I feel my stomach clench when I realize that my pussy is wet. I gasp when I feel the tip of the dildo breach my core, the thickness of the toy filling me so well that I can’t help but groan. The machine continues, pushing the toy slowly and steadily filling my cunt. My back arches as I feel it rub against every part of my now-dripping cunt and I whine when it finally comes to a stop, fully seated inside of me.

I’m panting, the massive dildo splitting me open in a way that feels so fucking good. I clench around it and whimper when pleasure shoots up my spine. I glance at the livestream and see my own image, my eyes wild and body heaving from the pleasure of just having the toy inside of me. The chat box is flooded with comments about me, the way I look, the sounds I make, and the anticipation of what is to come.

Suddenly, one of the men in the room toggles a switch on the machine, and it begins.

My scream is drawn-out and wanton in response to the indescribable pleasure that floods my every sense. The men set the machine at a relentless pace, the huge cock driving into my cunt ruthlessly at a pace that is virtually inhuman.

I’m lost in the sensation of every single thrust sliding against my g-spot and slamming into my cervix, the perfect blend of pain and pleasure. I can feel my body trembling at the onslaught of raw, unadulterated pleasure and the sounds that the machine is pulling from my lips could make a pornstar blush. I can feel the creeping warmth of an orgasm fast approaching as the machine fucks me into submission.

Suddenly, an electronic ding sounds. The robotic voice comes on again, with an announcement that barely registers in my pleasure-scrambled brain. “Please vote to determine the next step. Option 1 subjects our victim to forced orgasms, option 2 is edging and orgasm denial, and option 3 is ruined orgasms.”

I whine and plead but I don’t even know what I’m begging for. My eyes are too unfocused to see the progression of the vote, and of the options, I can’t even begin to fathom which would be the best. I hear the three dings that signal the vote has ended and I force my eyes to focus on the screen, my stomach clenching when I see the result: ruined orgasms.

The machine hasn’t relented on its motions, each thrust driving into my wet cunt in a way that is so perfectly and achingly torturous. My clit is throbbing and part of me wishes I could grind it against something, anything to give me a little more stimulation to push me over the edge. But there’s nothing beyond the machine forcing its cock deep inside of me, making me ride the wave of pleasure that pushes me towards to precipice of a massive orgasm. I feel my entire body tense in response to the impending onslaught of pleasure and my pussy clenches around the dildo splitting me open.

Two more hard thrusts pushes me over the edge and I let out a moaning scream as I feel the tension snap and my body clenches in burning pleasure. A seemingly endless wave of overwhelming and uncontrollable pleasure slams into me as my orgasm erupts. At that exact moment, the toy inside of me a delivers a horrible jolt of electricity, one that slams through my cunt and cruelly and abruptly yanks my body away from pleasure.

The pain takes my breath away but my body reacts more to my ruined orgasm than it does the shock. My moan turns into a wail as useless pleas pour out of my mouth, tears running down my cheeks as I feel the toy continue to fuck me through the disappointment of an orgasm it forced upon me. There’s a cruel emptiness inside of me despite the unrelenting fake cock that fills me with every thrust and a gut-wrenching, unfulfilling hunger that overtakes the pleasure that was horribly ripped away from me.

“Ah, fuck, please, please make it stop!” My voice is ragged and desperate as I plead for mercy from an uncaring audience. The men in the room are maintaining their cold indifference towards my suffering as the machine under their control continues to batter my body.

I feel my body shudder in overstimulation as the merciless machine pushes me closer to another orgasm. There’s no break or respite and my pleas fall onto deaf ears.

And as before, just as I feel my orgasm approaching, the feverish pleasure barely rises within me before it’s ripped away, ruined by the delivery of a shocking pain through my pussy that makes me scream in anguish.

The next time it happens, I hear myself wail out desperate cries and pleas that are met with silence. The time after that, my body jerks pitifully in the bindings as every muscle tenses in grief. The one following is the strongest one yet, the constant buildup and denial pushing my body to the brink of tortured pleasure. As the achingly sweet orgasm barrels through me, my pussy clenches down and gushes with my release. I can feel my own juices flowing down my legs, but my squirting orgasm isn’t any different than the previous cruelly ruined ones. The impeccably-timed electric shock yanks my body back from what would have been a mind-shattering, toe-curling sensation and leaves me feeling hollow and helpless.

After that, I stop keeping track of the ruined orgasms. My body should have been shuddering from the overstimulation of countless orgasms but instead, it aches with a voracious, unfulfillable ache that creates an unbearable cycle of horrible, desperate need barely satisfied with every orgasm until it’s torn away. The predictability of it does nothing to assuage the torment, it only makes it worse, to have every beautiful moment of pleasure marred by the inevitable loss that I can do nothing about.

An electronic ding breaks through the haze, another round. The machine beneath me pauses and I choke back a sob at the temporary relief, desperately try to focus on the words that are being announced.

“Our next round will be introducing pharmacological enhancements and orgasm denial. Please select to determine which of the following will be administered to our victim. Option 1 is administration of our proprietary aphrodisiac with no excess stimulation. Option 2 is administration of our proprietary numbing treatment with clitoral stimulation by vibrator.”

My mind wraps around the meaning behind the announcement and I feel myself tremble with desperation. I want nothing more than to cum, just to feel the full, body-shaking, mind-numbing torrent of pleasure that will flood me when a full, uninterrupted orgasm washes over me. But it’s clear that they have other plans.

I watch as the votes roll in, my heart pounding as the two options are very evenly matched in popularity. I brave a glance at the chat box and whimper when I see the comments.

“I fucking love driving a whore insane with denial. I wonder what kind of promises she’ll make to try and convince us to let her cum.”

“If she were mine, I’d never let her cum again. Sluts don’t deserve orgasms.”

Three dings break my concentration and I swing my gaze over to see the results. Option 2 has won out, but barely. I whimper softly as the four men immediately begin to set up. I watch as they wheel the fucking machine out from under me. A blush stains my cheeks when I see the dildo dripping in slick, evidence of my countless ruined orgasms.

I watch through heavy lidded eyes as one of the men reached for a small container. He deftly opens it and dips a gloved finger in, his finger coming out coated in a creamy ointment.

I watch as he comes towards me, his ointment-covered fingers coming to meet my clit in a soft motion that makes me cry out. He is thorough as he rubs the ointment onto my clit, his fingers gently moving against me, offering a delicious friction that pushes me closer towards another orgasm.

The curling warmth of an oncoming rush builds in my core but before I could fully embrace the pleasure, he pulls away and I choke out a whine. “No please, please I’m so close,” my voice is so broken to my own ears but not enough to sway the man.

They wheel out a different machine, this one shaped like a saddle, lined with ridges that line up perfectly to vibrate against and wreak havoc on my sensitive clit. It doesn’t take long for the men to position the machine underneath me. I feel the cold material of the machine against my burning hot pussy and without even thinking about it, I start to grind myself against it. A broken moan leaves my lips at the pleasure that fills me and I whine softly, trying harder to move myself to rub my throbbing clit against the machine that was very quickly starting to dampen from my dripping cunt.

I know without looking at my own image on the livestream that I made for a shameful display of wanton lust and desperation but I couldn’t bring myself to care. My hips move desperately, the bindings making it so that my movements were limited but not impossible. My eyes drift shut as I chase the pleasure, continuing to grind against the machine.

I can feel myself approaching my orgasm, a few more moments and I could almost taste the sweet pleasure. But something was wrong. Even as I rolled my hips against the machine, I could feel sensation fading in between my legs. My clit throbs and aches but the feeling of the ridges against me has become muted, and no matter how hard I grind myself against the machine, the result was the same and I’m faced with the reality that the orgasm I was chasing so closely is too far out of reach now.

I cry out, begging into the void, “Please, no, please! Make it come back, please! I need to cum, I need it!”

My begs are met with silence and I glance towards the chat box, hoping to see something, anything, that would bring me relief. But there’s nothing but cruel, taunting comments.

“Dumb fucking whore doesn’t even understand what’s happening to her stupid body.”

“They haven’t even turned on the machine yet and she’s crying. I love when sluts realize that there’s nothing they can do against the numbing cream.”

“Her clit is so fucking swollen, I hope she doesn’t get a good orgasm at all tonight.”

Suddenly, the machine beneath me roars to life. I gasp when I feel the vibrations course through my body, the harsh motion batters my clit, but instead of being overwhelmed with pleasure, all I can feel is a vague sensation. I sob when the real understanding of what is happening sinks in. The numbing cream they used on me has left me completely unable to feel the machine. I can feel my pussy clenching in need, dripping over the machine uselessly, unable to enjoy any of it. There are wordless whines and begs erupting from my lips as I chase an unreachable end. I beg because there’s nothing else I can do, and because I know that’s what the audience wants to see.

As my mind wraps around this knowledge, I feel broken. My pussy clenches at the understanding that I’m here purely for other people’s entertainment. My suffering is for their enjoyment, and every orgasm ruined, denied, or forced out of my helpless body is done so without any regard to me or my pleasure. I stare into the camera as the machine underneath me batters my clit in a way that should be making me scream. Despite that realization, or maybe because of that realization, my cunt is leaking and clenching and throbbing. My entire being has narrowed to my clit and my cunt, the ghost sensations of pleasure brushing against my psyche.

My mind is fracturing under the torment of nothing. It tries to rationalize, to make feeling where there is none, and if I really focus, I can fool myself into believing that my clit isn’t numb, isn’t blind to the torturous machine that should be pulling orgasm after orgasm out of me. I don’t know how long I’m suspended in nothingness, how long I’m held in this punishing situation of unreachable pleasure.

Three dings pull me out of my mindless misery. My eyes jump to the screen, seeing the chat light up with excited comments about what’s the come. The robotic voice fills the room.

“We reach the end of our night together and our final poll, please vote now. Option 1 allows our victim to be subjected to forced orgasms after we administer the antidote to the numbing cream in combination with targeted electrostimulation while option 2 involves continued denial with impact play and flogging.”

I can’t stop myself from screaming into the room. “Please! Please, fuck, please let me cum! Please!”

I writhe and renew my struggling, starting to futilely grind myself against the vibrator, hoping that the vote will go in my favor. My eyes glance towards to chat box, my heart pounding in anticipation as I read the flood of messages, hoping desperately for mercy.

“I don’t think this fucking whore deserves to cum tonight, I’d rather see her get her tits whipped.”

“I want to see her pass out from being forced to cum over and over again. Plus I wanna see her tight little body shake with electricity.”

My eyes flit to the results of the poll and my heart leaps when I realize option 1 is pulling ahead. Three dings confirm the results of the vote and immediately, I see one of the men approach me with the antidote.

I sob when his fingers brush this new ointment over my swollen clit and all I can do is babble out whines of gratitude. It doesn’t take long for the antidote to take effect as the vibration of the toy begins to wreck me.

There’s no slow, soft build of pleasure. There’s only pure, bone-shattering sensation that slams into me. It tears my breath away and my body erupts in orgasm. The countless denied and ruined orgasms from the beginning of the night seem to have compounded into one horrible explosion of pleasure that rips through me.

I have no sense of the world around me, my entire being has narrowed to the overwhelming wave of sensation. My cunt pulses, spraying my release over the machine that offers me no respite as it forces my body to unimaginable heights.

Suddenly, a sharp jolt of pain along my side breaks into my haze. My eyes dart over and I see the four men crowded around me, each holding an electric wand that pulses a harsh zap through me at every touch.

“No! Please! Stop!” I scream, my voice pitching higher as the men start their torment. Quick jabs around the soft skin of my stomach, hips, thighs, and arms make me scream and thrash but none of that dulls any of the feeling from the vibrator between my legs.

The pain and pleasure rocks through my body and mind, both blending together in a cruel medley that draws wordless screams from my throat. Another orgasm slams through me right as I feel a terrible zap on my nipple. The scream that bursts out of me makes my own ears ache. My psyche is cracking under the onslaught of torment and there’s not a single part of my body that isn’t screaming in overstimulation. I’m nothing more than a collection of raw nerves and throbbing muscles.

The next zap hits the exposed part of my clit and my ears ring as my vision fades to black. That’s the last thing I remember from that night.

When I wake up the next morning, I’m home, in my own bed, my body achingly sore and exhausted. I glance to my bedside table and I see an envelope. In it is a USB and a note with a phone number.

“Enjoy the footage, we certainly did. Call us if you want a repeat.”

I crawl out of bed to grab my laptop and phone, and I save the number to my contacts.

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Author's Note: I think this is my longest story yet and hope y'all enjoy! Also, I like to imagine this happens in the same universe as Pay to Play, and I'm jealous because I want to live in that universe ;)

Finished all of Homicipher

(Mr Chopped & Crawling I love you) man I love this game highkey hoping there’s more to come but it’s understandable if that’s all to the story/routes (that’s what fanfiction is for) also feel free to ask questions on how to get certain scenes/routes

The lore is crazy omg

Kasacchi, decrypting

best friend's older brother soap who flips up ur skirt whenever ur over and laughs when u shriek at him, loudly talks about how he'd fuck u to his friends when he knows that u and his brother can hear u (gets pissed off if any of the other guys is a little Too enthusiastic tho), BOLTS to their pool if he finds out ur coming over and may go for a swim he would just love easier access to yank ur top down and bikini tops are so flimsy did you lose it?

bit through my fist while reading this, anon. (dubcon/noncon below)

bolts to see you when he hears that your best friend brought you over to swim and hang out. says the crassest things about your tits and lifts you up when you try to duck around him to go back inside the house, a poor excuse to grope you. throws you into the pool when you scream at him to let you down, mostly because he probably wants to see your bikini get all wet :((

it makes you hate going over to your best friend's house, so you usually invite them over to your place, but that just ends in Soap confronting you when he sees you around town. maybe he snatches you bag and holds it over your head just to watch you try to jump for it, says he'll only give it back for a kiss :(( but at the last second, he turns his head and gives you a sloppy kiss on the mouth :((

pulling you into the bathroom when you finally come over to your best friend's house, thinking Soap wouldn't be there because he was supposed to be away camping that weekend, and covering your mouth while he tells the person knocking on the door that he'll be out in just a second. big hands groping at your tits while you're screaming behind the hand covering your mouth. pulling the top of your bathing suit down and cooing when he pinches your nipples until you cry.

Will be doing undescribable things to the yoriichi doll if i ever catch it in my sight

(spoilers❗)

RIP Douma, he would've loved Connor Hessee (if Douma had the humor of a Gen-Z that is)

I was legit watching Connor a few hours ago and it came to mind that Douma would possibly love Connor's humor

idea from hourly diluc on twitter

I've been thinking about all of these things since I freed him from the island by trapping him in the suitcase

i like to think hes just standing very far away from the entrance and maybe in the corner so hes not disturbed

i put him as my homescreen so i could do the bond daily with him and i thought it was funny he said that when i was spam tapping him

he did NOT have to give us that detail. though to be fair his aunt also had a really good chest triangle (what do i even call it..) i want to ask 37 what her perfect ratio of zettai ryouiki is

i literally made fun of how ugly he is (hes still ugly btw) but finding out that he has severe depression and character depth? im sorry sir. im so sorry but your real name is funny as fuck still. I am SO glad he considers being in the suitcase freedom. thank you for existing, 6. and he smiles ;_____; augh im sorry white man