i kinda like the idea of meeting someone to make sure they're trustworthy and immediately realising why i shouldn't do that. some guy from another city who keeps dming me finally comes to my area and i meet him to see if we wanna hook up after sexting so much. he'd been a bit weird and obsessive over messaging me every day, even calling me addictive and possibly the hottest person he knew, flattering me the whole lot. and i meet him at the park or something by myself, and he brings me a coffee to drink, but his flattering little obsession turns sour when i suddenly find myself in his car on the way to his city, too weak and confused and sleepy to even mutter a complaint
we all know the 62 million men thing was blown vastly out of proportion. there was actually only 1000 men who joined that forum. it's disgusting behaviour, truly.
...but i won't say that it didn't turn me on a little...
we all know the 62 million men thing was blown vastly out of proportion. there was actually only 1000 men who joined that forum. it's disgusting behaviour, truly.
...but i won't say that it didn't turn me on a little...
There should be an option for the PC to present as androgynous, rather than strictly masculine or feminine. It should be difficult, unlikely to achieve by accident, and would probably confuse the shit out of everyone you meet.
Perhaps it'd be a different story for NPCs (named or otherwise) who know what your genitals look like, though I can imagine some of them asking for your pronouns anyway in likely-not-very-woke ways.
Sleep tight. It’s that wet dream again, the one that hits you like a freight train when the sleeping pills dissolve under your tongue. Plop, plop, plop they fizz out, bitter and chalky, and you’re already sinking into the mattress, limbs heavy, head buzzing. The bottle warned you about those side effects, but the fine print never mentioned this…
That hazy line where reality frays and the dream stitches itself together. The feeling of his hands on you. Your half conscious brain sloshing like a spilled drink, trying to piece it together. Wait, am I awake? Is this happening? His fingers are hooking into your waistband, tugging your shorts down with that impatient pull he’s got down to an art. The air’s cool against your thighs, but his palms are hot, rough, spreading your legs like he’s cracking a book open to his favorite page.
"Fuck, you’re so out of it," he mutters, voice gravelly, but you’re too dazed to answer. You catch the glint of his teeth in the dark, a smirk you’d slap off of him if your arms weren’t lead pipes pinned to the sheets. He knows the pills knock you into this twilight zone, knows you’re a ragdoll for him to play with, and he loves it.
He’s not gentle tonight. No warm up, no teasing, he shoves into you with a grunt, and the stretch burns sharp and sudden, jolting you out of the fog for half a second. Your eyes flutter open, catching a blurry snapshot of him. He’s shirtless, sweat beading on his chest, hair sticking to his forehead like he’s been at this for hours. Maybe he has. Time’s a soup in this dream, all thick and runny, and you can’t tell if he’s been fucking you for minutes or days. Your cunt clenches around him, wet and sloppy, and he laughs. It’s a dark, jagged sound that makes your toes curl.
"Still with me, huh?" he says, thrusting harder, the bed creaking like it’s about to snap. You try to mumble something — yes, no, fuck you — but it comes out as a groan, your tongue too thick in your mouth. He leans down, close enough to smell his breath, a faint hint of whisky, “You’re so fucking wet. Your body’s begging for it.”
The pills keep you tethered, but you still feel it all, the drag of him inside you, the way your thighs quake, the sticky heat pooling under your ass. But not enough to fight back. Or maybe you don’t want to. Maybe that’s the dirty little secret here, you like being his toy when the lights go out and the world turns syrupy. Your fingers twitch, clawing weakly at the sheets, and he grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand. The other slides down, thumb finding your clit. It feels more like a collision than a caress.
Your head lolls to the side, vision swimming. There’s a mirror across the room, and you catch a glimpse of yourself: legs splayed, hair a mess, his shadow rocking into you like some feral thing. The scene sends a spike of heat straight through you, sharp enough to make you gasp. He notices, of course he does, and his thumb presses harder, relentless, until you’re bucking against him, a broken little sound spilling out of your throat.
"Thought so," he growls, hips snapping faster now, chasing his own edge. You’re just along for the ride, body jolting with every thrust, mind a kaleidoscope of static and sparks. The room smells like sex and sweat, and it’s all too much, too good, too wrong. You’re splintering apart, orgasm creeping up like a thief, stealing the last shred of coherence you’ve got left. When it hits, it’s not fireworks or poetry, it’s a gut punch, raw and messy, leaving you trembling under him as he fucks you through it, chasing his own release.
He finishes with a long moan, cumming inside you, hot and sticky, and you’re too far gone to care. He collapses next to you, one hand still draped across your stomach like he’s claiming you even now. The dream starts to unravel then, edges blurring, but you feel him kiss your temple, soft, almost tender, a fucked up contrast to the rest of it. "Sleep tight," he whispers, and you’re out before you can decide if you hate him or love him for it.
NSFW!!! IT GETS KINDA FREAKY!! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!!!
Yan! Childhood best friend is BACKK
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Recently your underwear had been disappearing from your dresser. Not so many that you had to buy more but like one or two each month. You’ve assumed that they were just disappearing in the laundry. Some of them popped up later on as well so nothing seemed that out of the ordinary.
Unbeknownst to you however, your dear childhood best friend, Oliver would take one of your panties if he was at your apartment. At night he’d pump his fist gently up and down his length. In his head it’s your hands. Touching him with such reverie and warmth that you normally would.
Your underwear pressed against his nose as he’d inhale deeply through his nose taking in your scent.
He’d left microphones in your room to listen to you sleep. What he hadn’t anticipated was listening to you fuck yourself silly with your hands and toys. Oh how he wished that it’d be him that makes you make those little noises. He wished that you were moaning out his name as you writhed in pleasure beneath him. He could get by just with your scent and sounds. But the thought of seeing you in such a state is irresistible. He can’t deny how badly he needs you. But he can wait. He’s been waiting for his entire life for you.
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Okay lmk how we feel abt this one idk it’s my first time putting nsfw content on the internet
I wish dol had the transformation pills and forced drugging that bdcc had so I could use them to change the genders and sex traits of the characters instead
theres already kylar waking you up and passing out in the street and when you get choked unconscious.
just a little flavour text and waking up with new cum is all it would take bare minimum. then you could try to reuse the stuff from being unconscious so you can add waking up in the middle of it. you could also add a think where you like half wake up and then either go back to sleep or wake up and participate, but that'd be more complex to add while being true to the other affects of awareness and trauma--- waking up to someone shhhing you and telling you to keep sleeping unaware you probably wouldn't recognize whats happening or if you're traumatized you might not be able to go back to sleep and start panicking.
I think it'd be a fun bit to expand on, could provide an incentive sleep naked or with pyjamas. if they ever add like, roofies and such, you could add on drugging yourself to get somno'd or you get drugged at the bar and when Kylar sneaks in they get pissed and you wake up to them angry and accusing you of cheating or trying to have someone else's kid cause they found you all post sex and creampied.
for the first time ever in dol i actually got all the lichen for the science project in my newest save. i was so excited to go to the fair and then experienced the most radical series of events that led to me missing the fair by *hours*
my pc was walking on the beach and was thrown into the water by students. without high exhibitionism, they were forced to swim to the docks to find seaweed to make clothes out of. they were rapes by dolphins and passed out and were kidnapped by fuckin pirates. they maxxed out trauma on that goddamn cruise ship, passed out, and washed up on some island. they managed to escape the island, but were captured by pirates before making it back to town. repeat cruise ship escapade, washing up on the island, and making it back to town the night after the science fair. *sigh*
