Tbh I havenāt been keeping up with the latest redacted videos but Iāve genuinely listened to that mf Ollie audio about 7 times now and every time Iām dead asleep by the time heās doing those affirmations. If Ollie has no fans Iām dead
A/n: I'm baaaaaccckkk somewhat. This is something that I've been writing for like, at least a year, so I hope it's good and if its not don't tell me.
C.W: bondage, dacryphilia, top Milo that eventually bottoms, free-use(? Kind of), sensation play, blindfolded, submissive Milo. Like, very submissive. If I missed anything, let me know
Tag list (I'm so sorry it's been a while): @indigo-greer-collins @ch3zzz @kxemii @darlin-collins @plutocries @ambrose-mp4 @elles-roses
"I just- I don't know what they want from me."
Sweetheart walked around the room, opening drawers and pulling things out. Things that Milo couldn't see. To be fair, Milo couldn't see much of anything, being blindfolded and all.
"They just expect me to work myself to death, and like, maybe a few years ago, I would've. But I got a home now, people that care about me, a beautiful man to come home toā" even in spite of their relentless ranting and pacing, they still found a way to make Milo's heart flutter, "I really don't have time for their bullshit."
And while his heart fluttered and his cheeks flushed pink from the compliment, he'd be lying if he said that was the only reason. No, the reason for his flushed cheeks was definitely more about his compromising position rather than their praise.
You see, the werewolf was on the bed, tied down to the bed post in such a way that he was completely exposed. Completely exposed.
The cool air of the bedroom kissed his bare skin and made him shudder, causing goosebumps to bloom all over his body. Normally, at this point, he'd be "beckoning" Sweetheart to touch him (it was more like begging, but he would never admit it). However, the ballgag in his mouth stopped him from doing anything other than drool all over himself.
Offering to be his mate's stress relief appeared to have awakened a few things in him because now he was rock hard and leaking all over the sheets while they kept complaining about their bosses.
"And they act like I have no idea what I'm doing. As if I'm some kind of rookie that has no experience whatsoever." Milo could feel the bed dipping under their weight as something soft (Too soft. Feather?) started to caress his tan skin, stroking over his nipples and making him twitch against the restraints. "I mean, I've been in this job for longer than some of them! Especially that dumbass Lucas-"
Milo let out a sound of utter frustration when Sweetheart took away the subtle pleasure that the feather brought him, and then whined when he heard a soft buzz. "Most people think he's only there 'cause he's fucking the boss, and truly? I'm starting to think so too." They placed the small vibrator over his oversensitive nipples, hard from the cold and a pulsing red from the way his mate had sucked on the little nubs before pushing him down onto the bed.
They kept on teasing him, their words falling almost on deaf ears as everything Milo could focus on was the hum of the vibrator against his erogenous zones, making him shudder and tremble underneath their touch. They moved the vibe down, down, down until it was right above his tip. He was able to feel the vibrations even though the toy was making no contact with his sensitive skin, like the air around him was vibrating. It was torture. Agony. Pure and simple.
Gods, he loved being their stress relief.
He twitched and bucked, trying to get the toy to make contact with his leaking slit, but the ropes mixed with a little bit of magic kept him down, forcing him to take this punishment with no ability to do anything, not even complain.
"I mean, I don't like thinking that my boss is only where he is solely because he's fucking my other boss," Sweetheart mumbled, scooting closer on the bed, their hair tickling Milo's ear and pulling a soft gasp out of him, which they swiftly ignored. "But like... there's really no other explanation as to why he's where he is. Especially when the boss is clearly giving him special treatment."
Milo was on the verge of screaming. Not that it would do much, seeing as how Sweetheart had be carrying the whole conversation by themselves as if nothing was wrong, as if they weren't mentally breaking him with every teasing touch, as if Milo wasn't on the edge of losing all sanity.
Still, he refused to knock thrice on the bedframe; their agreed upon safe action, since he couldn't use their usual safe word, being gagged and all.
"Hm?" Sweetheart finally, finally, seemed to have grown aware of Milo's need, and in an act of mercy, they cooed. "Oh, you poor thing. Right, I almost forgot. Here."
The gasp mixed with a groan that tried to escape Milo's throat died against the gag when the vibe pressed on the underside of his cock, right below his weeping tip. Sweetheart started to move the toy up and down, tracing the throbbing veins with a soft hum. The vibrations were nice. Soft. Not enough.
Milo couldn't remember for how long he'd been there. He supposed it shouldn't have been too long since his limbs felt just fine. But with the way his body ached and twitched with desperation, it felt like it had been hours.
And then, Sweetheart kept speaking. But their tone sounded more... distracted. As if they were going through the motions rather than really complaining. "And now they want to... to... um..." They trailed off, and Milo felt another bead of precum drip down his pulsating length.
He sighed in relief when the toy finally made contact with his sensitive head, feeling his balls tightening, his peak building up steadily, warmth spreading from head to toe. His thighs shook, his breathing became ragged, the little sounds that managed to escape the gag became whinier, and then...
Then Sweetheart stopped.
Milo could've cried.
"Ah, I just remembered, we had a meeting on Thursday and you won't believe what Jet told meā" They had to bite their lip to stiffle the evil chuckle that threatened to escape them as Milo pulled on the ropes and grunted like a feral animal.
But still, no knocking.
So with a smile, they took a bottle of lube, coating their fingers and Milo's hole with gentle, slow circles. "He said he wanted to reduce the technic department's funds by 12%! Can you believe that? He absolutely cannot do that. Those guys are already underpaid as it is." Their middle finger slowly made it's way inside, and then a second, scissoring inside and stretching him out.
Milo bucked his hips into their hand, tears prickling his eyes as the warmth barrelled towards him once again. They were hitting his prostate dead on. Like they knew his body by memory, like they could bring him to the highest heights of pleasure asleep.
And Gods knew they could.
He whined, trying to speak, trying to beg, trying to do anything to get them to just let him cum. But no words were able to leave his mouth, and the desperation only seemed to fuel his desire. He was right on that edge, and he knew what was coming.
Not him, that's for damn sure.
"And I told Jet that, but then he just dismissed me as if I'm just some... some idiot!" They thrusted their fingers hard before slipping them out, leaving Milo empty and clenching around nothing. "I mean, I've already proven myself to him time and time again. I think he has it out for me, for some reason."
The sound of clothes rustling filled Milo's ears, and he felt his heart soar, his core lighting up in anticipation, his dick twitching and jumping and spilling with even more precum. The sheets were a mess, and he was sure he'd have to turn the mattress around to properly sleep on it, but he wasn't thinking about that right then. All he could think about, all he could hear, all he could smell was his mate.
His beautiful, mischiveous, hard-working mate.
Sweetheart settled themselves over his thighs, something warm (so warm) and slick barely grazing Milo's balls. He sat still on the bed, almost afraid that the slightest of movements would make his sweetheart change their mind and go back to teasing him senseless.
"I just want him to take me seriously," Sweetheart murmured, their voice far too small and shy to belong to the person that was about to plow Milo through the mattress, no doubt, "I think..." They took the base of his cock in their hands, nudging his red tip against their entrance. "I've earned it."
He was hilted inside in a smooth, relentless stroke, their hips pressed against Milo's as he panted. Tears soaked the blindfold. Were they out of relief or desperation? He wasn't sure. All he knew in that moment was the need to get his sweetheart to fucking move.
Hie jaw was starting to ache and just like they could read his mind, sweetheart undid the gag stopping him from speaking, thick strings of saliva dripping from his mouth to his chest. "What do you think, My Love?" They asked. Sweetly. Far too sweetly for the way they were slowly grinding down on him, their silken walls throbbing around him in a debauched massage.
"Y-yeah," he choked up, trying to swallow the remaining drool that pooled on his mouth, "Yeah, yeah, you- uh..." shit. He had no idea what the fuck they had just said.
"I...?" They goaded him, the bed creaking with the movement of a very small, very teasing thrust. "Go on. 'I' what, My Love?"
Milo was panting, trying to shake his brain into working, into answering with something witty and clever, but it was like all the thoughts had been fucked out of his head and he hadn't even cum yet. "You, uh... Sweetheart, please..." Yeah, begging seemed like a safe option now.
Even though he couldn't see them, Sweetheart arched a brow up, their beautiful eyes raked down his body with a hunger that would've been expected from the werewolf, not his stealth mate. However, they were staring at him like he was food. Like he was prey.
And he sure as hell felt like it.
"'Please', huh?" They smirked, fingers walking up his muscular body until they stopped at his chest and their nails gently scraped down his abdomen. "'Please...', what? Hm? Use your big boy words. Beg for what you want."
That was it. They were done complaining. They vented, they bitched, and now they were ready to let out *all* their stress on Milo's pliant, willing body.
All he had to do was beg.
And beg, he did.
"Please, please, sweetheart, fuck me," he breathlessly pleaded, his voice almost unrecognizable to himself. "I... I want it. No, fuck that. I need it. Need to make you feel good. Just use me, baby. Use me to let out aaaaall your stress and tension, sweetheart."
And there was nothing else to be said because as soon as Milo finished the last broken, croaked out word, they were already pulling him out halfway and slamming all the way down. They set a powerful and slow pace, making Milo's body jerk and jolt with each movement. Moans and groans left his lips shamelessly, too fucked out to even try to hold back.
Sweetheart wasn't any better, though. Soft whimpers and moans left their lips because even though it was them setting the pace, the unavoidable stretch of having Milo's thick length inside them was enough to make them lose their mind. It was almost like they could feel the stress of the week draining from their body with each thrust, their mind melting into something syrupy and hazy.
They grabbed onto the bedframe, their knees tightening their hold around Milo's waist as they began to gyrate their hips in patterns that the werewolf struggled to comprehend. A choked out gasp mixed with a low growl left his lips when he realised that his beloved mate wasn't just drawing random patterns on his cock.
They were spelling something.
M-I-N-E-M-I-N-E-M-I-
"Sweetheart, fuck!" He whimpered -whimpered- and bucked his hips up, chasing after his embarrassingly quickly approaching orgasm. "'M gonna... baby, please, 's too much..." his voice cracked, and it would have flustered him if he wasn't because of his uncontrollable neediness.
Normally, he'd be able to hold back a lot longer, even with the teasing and the sheer attractiveness of his mate claiming his fucking cock but with the added bonuses of his lack of sight and touch, it was almost impossible to hold back his orgasm.
That is, until Sweetheart stopped again. And this time, Milo does cry and thrash against the ropes like they personally offended him. The wood of the bedframe creaked and groaned under Milo's struggling, and Sweetheart knew he could easily get out of his restraints if he wanted to. By knocking, saying their safeword, using magic, or simple brutal force.
But he didn't.
He just took a few (many) deep breaths, calming his own racing heart down as Sweetheart settled comfortably on his hips, cockwarming him so nicely yet so cruelly at the same time.
"Not yet, My Love," they murmured, leaning down to pepper soft kisses on his cheeks, his nose, his forehead... all over his face. Such a tender gesture for such a sinfully pleasurable moment, it only served to make his shaft twitch and leak even more pre inside them, coating their walls with his translucent liquid.
"Sweetheart..." he mumbled, voice breaking in the middle of the sentence, not even coherent enough to beg any more, his mind turned to mush.
His mate simply chuckled, the soft sound making their gummy walls shift and flutter around him, drawing another groan out of his lips. "Shhh, not like this." Slowly, the lifted their hips, sliding him out of their warmth so very gently, andā
He couldn't hold back.
He came.
The moment his dick slid out of them completely, the head hitting his abdomen, spurts of white dribbled out of his slit pitifully, twitching and jerking erratically. "Sweetāgah!"
Tears soaked into the blindfold, and he shook and sobbed as the high died down, desperate for more. The orgasm hadn't been nearly enough to please him, and he knew his sweetheart felt the same.
"Awww," they rumbled over him, elegant fingers trailing down his chest, down his abdomen, and collecting the seed spilled. "You just couldn't help yourself, could you?" His hips bucked as he heard a quiet slurp.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he cried, spreading his legs wider, whining like a kicked dog. "Please, please, sweetheart, don't stop. Use me, use me. I can take it, don't stop 'till you're satisfied. I can stillā" his pleading was cut short as he felt something warm, blunt, and wet press against his entrance, sliding in one smooth thrust. A sharp gasp escaped him, his head falling back against the headboard with a soft thud. "Yes... Yes, sweetheart, please..."
No more words were uttered from Milo's mouth as his sweetheart began to grind into him, not even thrusting, just rolling their hips as if they couldn't get deep enough. Soft pants fell from their lips as their hands roamed over his body, exploring every inch they already knew from memory, but enjoying and indulging in their lover's body nonetheless.
"Just like that, love," they uttered into his ear, making him cry even harder, their thrusts growing in speed and force. "Can you cum again for me?"
"Iā" he choked on his tears, his thighs shaking with the restraint of not tearing the ropes apart and simply taking what he needed. "I can, I can!"
"Then do it." They ordered in that firm, all-bussiness-no-bullshit voice of theirs that he loved, made his cock twitch every single time. "Cum for me. Only me. You're mine, Milo."
It was as if his name was the key behind his orgasm, his body shaking and thrashing against the sheets as he shot rope after rope of cum, painting his own chest and even getting some on his chin, which of course, his Sweetheart licked clean. "Thaaaat's it, just like that, such a good mate." Their praise echoed in his chest as the ropes holding his legs apart finally snapped, allowing his thighs to wrap around their hips and forcing them still inside him.
He felt them shudder, a quiet groan escaping them. In fact, it might've not been quiet at all, but everything felt distant and foggy as Milo laid there, covered in sweat and tears and drool and cum, floating inside his own body, his mind hazy with bliss. He couldn't focus his sight, too busy focusing on the nice, cool air filling his lungs.
With a soft grunt, his sweetheart pulled out, leaving him hollowed out, empty of everything he had to give, and yet more fulfilled than he ever felt in his life.
"Good boy, you did such a good job for me," he heard them say, their dry and yet still soft lips pressing against his forehead before they pulled away. "Let me just..."
They untied him, allowing his blood to circulate as normal, his hands buzzing pleasantly. They didn't ask him any questions, they knew he wouldn't be able to answer, simply humming as they cleaned him up and rubbed lotion into the redness that the ropes had left on his skin.
Milo felt himself drifting in and out of sleep, finally fully settling into consciousness once the sheets where changed and he was snuggled up against his mate under a light blanket, his skin cleaned, his mouth still tasting of the fruit they had cut up for him, and his throat hydrated.
"Hey, sweetheart," he mumbled, wrapping his arms around them and rubbing their back. "How was that for some stress relief?"
They laughed, and it was the best sound Milo had ever heard as he swallowed it in a kiss.
But perhaps more than that, they love it when heās relaxed, so the titties are fully squishy
It takes a bit of sneaking to be able to squish it though, as Milo would always flex when he feels their hands inching towards his chest (even when theyāre cloaked, he somehow has the spider senses and can tell when theyāre about to squish him)
The only time heāll relax them and keep them squishy is when they rest their head on him, and they definitely do that often just to feel the squishy titties
Hullo! Would you, perchance, be willing to write some Gavin nsfw..?
No pressure ofc āļø
......so... I'm baaaacck haha.
sorry.
But here's Gavin. And extremely late, fuck I'm so sorryyyyy. University does not love me.
(listened to @cudavianka's gavin playlist while writing this hehe.)
nsfw ā”
"You know what's funny," Dear says into the air of their and Lasko's apartment.
Lasko and Gavin shift their attention from the TV, where they were half-paying attention, to the professor. "Hmm?"
Dear narrows their gaze on Gavin. "Lasko has kissed both of us--"
Gavin snickers at the way Lasko's eyes bug out of his head as he splutters in shock. "Wh-where did that come from?"
Gavin smirks at Dear, knowing their little game. "I knowww," he simpers. "Isn't that so unfair?"
Dear nods, mock seriously. "So unfair."
Lasko is just in awe, watching this whole exchange with his jaw slackened.
"Sooo, were you wanting to even the score?" The incubus makes a pretty show of batting his eyelashes at Dear.
"What do you say, Lasko? Are you gonna be fair?" Dear cups Lasko's chin and playfully brushes their lips against their lover's own.
He lets out a shaky breath, but nods anyway, too scared to open his mouth in case a moan slips out instead of actual words.
"Words, baby," Gavin presses a hot kiss against the shell of Lasko's ear. The poor air elemental nearly melts.
"Yeah," his voice wavers as he whispers out, "get even."
"You heard the man," Gavin says to Dear. "Get over here, professor."
Dear can't help but giggle as they get up and make their way to Gavin's lap. Lasko eagerly shifts his whole body on the couch to face the two of them. They don't give him the pleasure of acknowledging him as they begin.
Gavin's hands are planted firmly on Dear's hips as their lips collide... firm lips, hot tongues, heavy breaths, wet mouths... It's euphoric.
"Ah, fuck," Lasko whimpers as he basically leans towards the two melding bodies.
Gavin can't help but let out a little chuckle, therefore allowing Dear to mark his skin with sloppy nibbles down his jaw, down the slope of his neck to his shoulder. Gavin feels his eyes flutter shut at the delicious pain; he finds his fingers digging into their back as he lets his head loll back, wanton moans drifting up to the ceiling.
God, they were good. He basically can't be blamed for rolling his hips up to meet theirs.
The pure pulsing heat of Dear's core meeting Gavin's causes them to drool onto his skin before they urgently return to his mouth.
"Too many clothes," Lasko pants, crawling closer and reaching between the pair. He grabs onto Gavin's cock through his pants, and Gavin bucks harder into his hand. Dear rubs themself on both Gavin's crotch and Lasko's fist, shivering at the difference in textures.
At last, Lasko finds it, the button of Gavin's jeans. He pops it open and pointlessly tries to wriggle the incubus' pants down. Gavin, strong as he is, raises his hips, lifting both himself and Dear up, and he shuffles out of his clothes. Lasko is quick to help Dear take off their pants too.
They take much less time taking off their shirts, and soon it's heated skin against skin as Gavin grinds up into them. Feeling the heavy pulsing cock press into them, Dear knows what had Lasko going back for seconds.
Gavin kisses their shoulders, the delicate action a complete juxtaposition to the merciless thrusts that Gavin is performing downstairs.
"L-Lasko," Dear moans out, their burned-out eyes lock on their boyfriend, "kiss--"
And that's all they need to say before the velvety warmth of his mouth meets theirs. They melt into his mouth and receive three good thrusts before unraveling in Gavin's arms.
With their last ounce of strength, Dear angles Lasko's lips to Gavin, who immediately picks up the mantle. Dear feels Gavin's dick jump inside of them as the two men's sloppy tongues tangle with each other.
Dear helps out, and darkens the marks they already made prior. That's all it takes, and then Gavin shudders, shooting thick ropes of cum up into one of his best friends' partner.
The heavy breathing of the trio slowly settles into playful giggles as the heat of the room fades away.
"Now, we're even," Dear pecks Lasko's and Gavin's cheeks.
By the time the gig was over, Milo was absolutely fed up with everything.
It had felt like the damn thing lasted nearly half the day, even if it was just 3 hours. Didn't help that Asher kept losing the single person the pair were supposed to keep a damn eye on. Milo didn't even know how the Beta could do that, but Ash's excuse was he "couldn't see them over the crowd" because the person was considerably shorter than him.
The only problem was that the person was about an inch or two taller than Milo, so that comment earned quite the slug to the arm and a dark glare. Plus the fact that Milo has to tell David about the situation too for the report, including the comment. David thought it was a little funny, Milo not so much.
As soon as he was in the door, he slumped against the wall and slid down with a long sigh. He took a minute or two sitting there before forcing himself to get back up, begrudgingly of course, and get his shoes off.
"Sweetheart!" He called out, met with nothing. Huh. That's weird. He called out his mate's name this time in a questioning tone, "Helloooooo..? I know you're home, you had a day offā"
He paused and noticed Aggro padding over, "Oh, hey buddy," he greeted as he crouched down, "how's my big boy doin', huh? Know where they areā what the..." He noticed a little folded paper tucked under the cat's collar, picking Aggro up to carefully slide it out without tugging some fur ā to which Aggro was grateful. It couldn't have been comfortable having that against his neck for who knows how long.
He set Aggro back down, thinking the cat would lead him straight to his mate... Nope. Straight to the food and cat bed. How helpful.
He scoffed a snort, fiddling with the little paper a bit before unfolding it. The only thing that was written on it was in his mate's handwriting:
Come find me ;)
Ohh, now he gets their game...
It didn't help that they spritzed the little paper with that new body spray that drove him absolutely insane. The last time they wore it, it was for a date night that ended up being a phone call to cancel the reservation and him on top of them after seeing them all dolled up and smelling like that. He's a simple man, what can he say?
"You're playin' a dangerous game, sweetheart," he warned out into the room as he tossed the little paper to the side. "You know how good I am at huntin', trackin'..."
He was going to have fun with this...
As soon as he got more into the house, the scent hit him from all angles, it was almost overwhelming.
"Little brat..." He muttered. They sprayed that scent all over the house to throw him off... It was on everything.
"Not funny, y'know!" He started his hunt. "Tryin' to throw me off... Rile me up, huh? Biiiiig mistake, baby..."
He checked every room.
Starting with the spare room for when some of the others stayed over, he checked everything. The closet, corners, even under the bed.
Nothing.
Stealth cores were hard to detect, he knew that. But he knew his mate. The two were connected, he could sort through and find them even in a crowd of empowered people.
He kept looking.
Not in the kitchen either, not that he really expected them to be. He had to try everything, y'know?
The living room wasn't an option either. The only one he found was Aggro trying to shimmy that fluffy butt under the couch again to find one of the toys that got flung under there. He just left his cat to it, "Have fun, buddy, don't get stuck again."
He couldn't sense them in any of the other rooms... Where the fuck were they then...
When he got to the master bedroom, that's where the spray scent was overpowering. He knew what that meant, they're trying to throw him off on where they were in this room...
"Be glad I ain't gonna light a match in here, the whole place would go up in flames with how mucha that stuff you doused over everything, sweetheart," he teased, seemingly talking to himself in the room.
His stride was slow as he stalked through the room, "I know you're in here~" He purred, looking around. "It's the last room, and, uh," he clicked his tongue, "you wouldn'ta hit every surface with that spray y'know gets me goin'... I ain't the investigative type, don't get me wrong... But it don't take a Sherlock to connect the dots that you're tryna, I dunno... What's that thing you always say...
He dropped his voice low as he trailed around the bed in a circling motion, "Quite literally throw me off the scent of ya... Hm?"
He hummed, the sound morphing into a low growl. "Smart... But not smart enough, baby..."
He was getting pent up just thinking about them, where they were, knowing that they were just watching him try and find them... His core was lighting up like fireworks...
Oh, he was getting impatient.
"Come out, come out, wherever you aaare..." He watched around the room for any movement, his ears in high alert. Nothing. He couldn't even hear their breathing. He knew they were good, but damn...
Time to take matters into his own hands... Or maybe his paws.
He tilted his head either way to crack his neck, letting the magic flow through his veins as he shifted.
His wolf form felt more natural, more him. Shaking his fur out to fluff it up, his head tilted around to scan the area.
The scent of the body spray was stronger in this form, it got straight to his brain... Among other things.
He could smell the hints of warm vanilla, the woodsy scent, even the little hint of orange blossom... Felt like it was surrounding and clouding his mind...
Wait.
He caught a distinct scent that wasn't in the mix of the spray...
He knew that one.
That bundle he got them when he heard them raving about it... Body butter with a body oil, it was one of the few things that they said didn't trigger anything...
He could catch the amber scent, the jasmine and orchid...
Big mistake, he thought.
He prowled around the room, taking deep, slow breaths to find the source of it.
The closer he got towards the middle of the bed, the stronger that scent got.
Bingo...
He stood there for a few minutes, waiting. Like a pointer dog that found something.
The longer he stood there...
The more he could hear their heartbeat picking up...
Their breaths getting shallow...
Their core singing...
And the scent of arousal infusing into the air...
He backed up a few paces, and he heard their breathing slowed...
Until he shifted back and pinned them down. Even while they were cloaked, he knew every inch of their body and had it memorized.
Every detail, every line and curve that just the thought of their form had his pants feeling tight.
His hands holding down their wrists above their head, he straddled their hips and leaned down, feeling his breath hitting their skin. His lips slowly curled into a grin, eyes having a hint of a glow.
"Hey there, sweetheart~"
He heard them scoff, "New record, baby," they mocked, and he knew they had that teasing look they give when they secretly win, "only took you... Hm, what, ten minutes this time?"
"You're the one cheatin' with that little trick of that damn spray everywhere," he shot back, gripping their wrists and earning a soft sound from them. "I could practically taste it every time I took a damn breath."
"It's not cheating, it's called strategy~"
"Strategy my ass," he rolled his eyes, "you cheated and you damn well know it. Tryin' to throw me off the trail... And for what, huh? What's goin' on in that pretty lil' head of yours?"
There was a pause, he could sense that smirk a mile away.
"Oh nothing special..." They mused, sounding nonchalant.
Until they uncloaked under him.
Naked.
His core was on fire.
"Ohhh-fuck, you're dangerous..."
That glow to his eyes was brighter, matching the one in theirs as magic surged between the two of them.
"So," they looked him over, their eyes taking in every little detail, "whatcha gonna do about it, hm, baby?"
He leaned down again to catch that intoxicating scent, his eyes nearly rolling back as he tried not to moan out.
Instead, he matched that devious look with a purring sound. And just like he loves to do, a quick motion and his clothes phased off without him even having to budge off of his mate.
god, the way people outside of the community treat audio rp pisses me off sometimes. So many people, when āgiving it a chanceā, refuse to suspend disbelief for a single second. āExcuse you, I would not say that.ā āAll I can imagine is that guy sitting in a closet, making out with his mic, or do they kiss their hand?ā āAgain, I didnāt say that. Itās like youāre not even listening to me.ā
Itās a fundamentally different medium which means you treat it differently. You use your imagination to picture the descriptions in a book, you let yourself be fooled by the cgi in movies, you immerse yourself rather than bawking at it the moment you hear them reply to nothing because itās considered cringe.
And like any medium, the quality varies. There are amazing creators and amateurs, but because it takes so little budget, itās largely amateurs. And I love that, itās an incredible way for people to tell stories, get into voice acting, etc.
I just wish more people engaged in it earnestly and I appreciate all the people who do
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