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An imp invades your house at night, strips you down, claws your underwear to shreds, and touches you in perverted ways. As they leave, they give you a pair of cartoony imp-themed briefs to replace your destroyed undies.
They come back next week and do it again. And again. Pair by pair, your underwear drawer is replaced by various imp briefs. One covered in simple imp heads. One with "IMP SLUT" written across the butt. One with imps lying in seductive poses. One with pitchforks and flames and "heeheehee!" text.
The imp comes on random days, so you never know what day's pair of undies will be shredded next. Any time you buy more underwear, you wake up to a pile of shreds and a fresh stack of more imp briefs.
Sooner or later, whether by choice or by desperation, you wear the imp briefs. And sooner or later, the imp comes on a day when you're wearing their briefs. They tell you how happy they are to see you wearing them. They grope you through the briefs, rub your crotch and grab your butt, no less perverted despite the clothing they allow you to wear.
Inevitably, the imp's goal is achieved: The only undies you wear are the imp-themed briefs. Every time you get dressed, you put on their briefs, and remember all those nights of dominance. You wear their mark everywhere you go, wrapped around your privates, snug and comfy.
You're theirs now. And they'll be sure to remind you every week.
I wanted to figure out what the hell was going on here, so I did a reverse image search and now I have even more questions?
Why is he reading the Bible?
Hey, you're a pet like me, right?
There's a walk-in petting zoo event going on a few blocks away! There's gonna be lots of different pens set up, a bunch of pet-lovers to give us headpats and affection, it's gonna be great! If you're looking for a place to stay, there'll even be owners there looking to adopt! It'll be great!
Come on, follow me, the more pets the merrier!
Supervillain who loves beating up heroes and forcing them into surrender and exploiting them for pleasure, and loves it so much that they make sure to occasionally lose on purpose to give the hero(s) incentive to keep coming back
Level 1: Imaginary dom playing with you in your imagination
Level 2: Imaginary dom telling you to do kinky stuff IRL
Level 3: Imagining your plushie/toy telling you how to interact with them
Level 4 (extremely kinky!): An actual person as your dom touching you
I've had this scenario stuck in my head that I kind of really want to write a story about...
This girl who has been job searching for a while finally lands what she thinks is a good one. The position is labeled as an "administrative assistant" at a local office building. She'll take anything, so she applies right away and she gets the job.
...what she finds out is that her job is more than just being an admin assistant. She's basically the office servant, engaging in petplay with all of the beautiful older woman office workers, as she follows their every whims... everything from performing menial tasks, getting them coffee, completing assignments for them, to wilder things like rubbing their bellies, feeding them food, acting as footrests for them, and even staying inside their stomachs... all for the sake of improving "office morale." Eventually co-owned by all of these ladies, serving them, and being unable to refuse a single order...
Of course, the benefits are great, and the pay isn't too bad either...!
There are four categories of people you will meet: Underlings, superiors, rivals, and love interests. One of my underlings has been attempting to convince me of the existence of a fifth category, "friend", which appears to have no purpose. I suspect it is a ploy to get out of performing her duties.
If you have enough passion in your heart, superiors, rivals, and even some underlings can also be love interests.
an underling love interest isn't a person they are a Toy
Digestion/Reformation
detail shot bc im not sure how well you can see the shape of the bunny in the "fire" here lol
Went back and refined this frame bc i feel like I didn’t do it justice the first time
an ordinary and normal unit of dragon halberdiers
Clothes Meet Fire Demon (1,100 words, imps, stripping, super heroes)
With a wave of my hand, another blanket shoots forward to bind the next batch of little purple imps, netting five at once this time. Only one manages to slip past, and while I pride myself on being one of the more gentle heroes, even I can admit that punting these things like footballs is a blast.
With that, I'm finally at an advantage; that was the last of the imps, and the villain Devil's Due is still charging up their next summon. I send a pair of scarves to tie their wrists and ankles, and yank the pitchfork from their hands! They fall to their knees, and I point their own pitchfork down at them, asserting my victory. "I think this devil is due for a nap~"
They meet my gaze with irritation. "Don't get cocky, Sweet Dreams. No one ever wins against Devil's Due twice."
So I've heard. At least I won't have to worry about that until the next prison break.
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I jump down from the top floor, sending a huge blanket beneath me to grab at least a dozen imps. I don't even need to tie it; turns out their imps are pretty much mindless, and without instructions, they can't even figure out how to get out from under a sheet.
But now Devil's Due knows I'm here. They start to open a portal; I need to break their focus before they can summon it! I launch a barrage of pillows at them, but they command their imps to leap up and take the hits! I keep up the assault, and one manages to slip past the wall of imps, heading right toward their face-
Something lunges out of the portal, grabbing the pillow, and it burns away like flash paper.
Standing between me and Devil's Due is a new imp. A bit bigger, colored red and orange. And while the other imps can't speak any more than mere giggling... "Hey there, Dreamy. The name's Dryer Fire, and I'm your new least-favorite cuddle-buddy~"
my wizardgirl keeps mage regressing during the big boss fight, throwing out level 1 Ice Bolt and giggling like we're supposed to find it cute. I know this bitch can do a level 12 modified Frosthammer Vortex. It's not even hard for her. But the Wyvern Queen, who we're supposed to be killing, keeps going "Wow, that was a really big spell for you! good job giving me -1 speed! You're soooo powerful!" and my fuckass mage is beaming at her with those big wet eyes. I don't care if you get "level dysphoria" from your gigantic big-girl mana pool I'm about to die out here
what is happening. is it because the fish is naked
petplay but i hit you with my paws a bunch and make really sad noises and look cute until you give me some of the food off the table
good boy for hire ;3