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A side blog for fanfic writing. Currently into: ORV || Genshin Impact|| LCF

[red-gtech]

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[athenaeumzine]

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[swanmaids]

Every now and then I remember that my dad is a canon Gigolas truther and I’m like slay…

[swanmaids]

My dad explains to me that the Legolas and Gimli relationship was dumbed down and jokeified in the movies because if it had been portrayed sincerely and book accurate it would have been “too gay” and I’m like so true Timothy many are saying this…

[pien-art]

alright, they got to me :)

(click image for optimal quality)

for my most dearest @cecefly <33

[yandere-angela]

every time i see discourse about pedohysteria amidst a trans genocide i think about that news article from 2016 about the mexican immigrant who voted for trump because trump said he’d get rid of all the “bad hombres” from mexico, only to be deported himself because it turns out what trump was really saying was that he wanted to deport all mexicans, not just “the bad ones”

not just him, but there were many other examples too, like white conservatives who have mexican immigrant friends and family or people in the community important to them who were mexican immigrants, and they voted for trump because they thought trump was just getting rid of “criminals”, and then they regret it when their families and communities get torn apart by deportations of their spouses, their friends, their favourite restaurant owners, etc.

anyways, i hope young queers, trans people esp, understand that when conservatives talk about “pedophiles” and “groomers”, they’re not talking about actual child abusers, they’re talking about all queer people. they’re talking about all trans people. it’s why in florida, they’re categorizing “drag” as a child sex crime, and making sex crimes against children punishable by death. they’re trying to execute every single trans person, and that’s just the rhetoric they’re using

so stop buying into the pedohysteria. it’s easy to think “well, i’m not a pedophile, so i’ll be safe” when you don’t realize that in the eyes of conservatives, every single queer person is a pedophile and deserves death, and contributing to their rhetoric by trying to figure out which trans woman is a pedophile is just accelerating your own march to the gallows

[vaspider]

When I was in school, the argument – and in fact the standard belief – was that no gay person, ever, could be a teacher, because all gay people were pedophiles and groomers. It was for the “safety of children.” Lesbians and gay men couldn’t be allowed in locker rooms with “normal” people because we would ogle and assault them. Every gay, every lesbian, every trans person, every bi person (pan didn’t really exist as a term then) had the assumption of being a sex offender just waiting for an opportunity.

Literally everything they say about trans people now, they said about gay people 30 years ago.

There are people right now in government trying to outlaw gay marriage again, saying that Pete Buttigieg – the human equivalent of a Wonder Bread pb&j sandwich, as wholesome in image as they come – shouldn’t be allowed to raise his children because he’s abusing his children by raising them. People on Twitter have started openly calling for rounding up and executing anyone who ever helped a minor access HRT - parents, doctors, nurses, the receptionist who checked us in for my daughter’s appointments - and while those are only random people online, that isn’t a thing you saw happening frequently just a couple of years ago. Louder voices have started calling for mentally ill people – starting with trans and gay people – to lose our rights to vote.

Do I think queer people are being rounded up right now? No. Do I see the rhetoric escalating? Yes. Is it aimed at all of us? Oh yes.

Groomer, pedo, degenerate, freak: they mean all of us. There are no exceptions. If you think there are, you’re fooling yourself.

Join, or Die.

[datenshi-no-hime]

Every time I see posts like this, and am reminded of this quote.

None of this is new, and if you studied history even a little, you’d see it only ever ends badly. It must be stopped.

[rectanglefeet]

@vaspider @nerdykeppie:

This is sitting on my wall at home. the text on the sign below it reads:

“United we stand, divided we fall. Let us not split into factions which must destroy that union upon which our existence hangs.“ – Patrick Henry

First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a socialist.

Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a trade unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.

—Martin Niemöller

(There’s a QR Code leading to the Holocaust Encyclopedia on the sign as well. )

[time-being-deactivated20250813]

Also, the Niemoller “First they came” poem is not figurative in any way.

He was literally a pastor in Germany who literally supported Hitler.

Until the Nazis sought to take control of his church doctrine.

He was then, literally, imprisoned by the Nazis.

Ultimately, he did see the error of his ways. He got better.

But every word is literal.

[aydaaaguefort]

FUCKING KING

[joaniam]

Audio transcript: Crowd: Loud cheering Crowd, chanting: LOOT! LOOT! LOOT! Brennan Lee Mulligan: It's not looting if it was your fucking money to start with Crowd: BIG WORDLESS CHEER OF APPROVAL

[persephinae]

👀👀👀👀

[somethingmissingthiswaycomes]

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

i think its verrry weird how you started posting nsfw posts and reblogging porn the minute you turned 18 idk

I hate to be the one to tell you this but I have been actively extremely horny since I hit puberty when I was like twelve years old. Human development does not work like "absolutely zero impure thoughts until you reach the designated legal sex age, where you have until 25 to finally learn what a boob is, and then 25+ you're allowed to have consensual sex 😊 because 19-25-year-olds are basically minors". I also can tell that the underlying idea in this ask is that I, and anyone who begins posting nsfw when they turn 18, was somehow "groomed" into it, when the fact of the matter is that I have been very naturally gay horny for years and waited until I was 18 to explicitly post about it because THAT'S how you keep yourself safe. You don't pretend to be a delicate sexless angel with the mind of a five-year-old who's never heard what sex is just because you're seventeen. I am a human being with sexual thoughts and I'm now a legal adult who is allowed to post about them. Realize that there is a difference between external adults "waiting until she's 18" and someone waiting until they themselves are 18 so they can go out and buy porn, which they've wanted to buy for years.

This is an extremely reductive, reactionary, infantilizing, and conservative way to speak to me. Don't even pretend you have progressive sexual politics if you think like this. Fuck yourself I'm so serious. No one ever speak to me this way again

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

[ID: Discord screenshot from me, Rotting Mistake, saying "From age 0-17 you're an innocent angel who has never had an impure thought in your life, from 18-25 you're an adult minor who also can't have sex, and then at 25 your brain has fully developed (very real science) and you have about five years to have sex because anyone 30+ is a decrepit ancient hag". End ID]

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

This is breaching containment already please realize in this post that "porn" meas Team Fortress 2 hentai

[mysticdragon3md3]

[roach-works]

government: que es su madre single mom: esta aqui government: bueno, y que es su padre

single mom: **YO**

[squidbiscuit]

Video Game Idea.

A game that is marketed as your standard fishing game and for the first 20 minutes or so you catch normal fish like bluegill and bass and what have you. But the further you go into the lake you start to catch fish with mutations and it gets more and more intense until you’re pulling in Eldritch horror monsters and sometimes severed human limbs. You realize you don’t recall how you got to this lake in the first place and the objective becomes to find your way back to shore. You have no real weapons but you can throw the creatures you’ve caught far away from the boat as a means to distract whatever is underneath you, bumping into the boat sometimes. Additional items for the game.

A fishing pole with a radar that starts out with just beeps but later includes noises with hidden messages.

A GPS that displays texts and story elements.

You meet other boaters, all from various backgrounds, countries, and time periods. Some are friendly, others want to sacrifice you to the lake monsters.

You can also take the route of sacrificing others to the lake monster.

Or you can assemble a party and work to keep them safe.

The more fucked up looking the fish you catch, the closer you’re getting to a boss fight, which is usually running from something you can only see part of in the water.

????

And that’s my game idea.

[squidbiscuit]

More details.

It never stops being a fishing game. You are always fishing and searching for new areas where there is more activity in order to progress the story.

Depending on the choices you make and the amount of mutant fish you consume, you may start to mutate yourself. The fishing pole is part of your arm, you don’t notice it until later. If you consume mostly non-mutated fish and don’t sacrifice to the monsters you can keep the mutations to a minimum.

You can go full mutant and the boat becomes part of your body as well. This makes the monsters pay less attention to you, but you can no longer befriend or trade items with humans. You can still catch human remains and most of them are carrying items.

If you stay mostly human you can work to gather as many surviving humans as you find and assemble a fleet. The possibility of one of them turning on you always stands.

If you’re mutant you gain the ability to capsize yourself and view things under water. This is how you find ultimate monster.

If you’re human you can explore small abandoned docks and islands. These are where you find portals leading to different time periods and countries. You deliver members of your party to these. Only the person who originally belongs there can go through it.

Possible end game situations.

You find the portal leading back to your world, where you wake up on the river bank. You can catch normal fish before going home, making sure they are all free of mutations (they might not be.)

You join the monster, eventually overtaking it. You gain the ability to open time portals near water. You use lures to draw in humans.

I can’t think of anymore endings right now, I may have ruined the game with these new details so feel free to just enjoy the first part.

[squidbiscuit]

Terrible concept art. Mini game idea. Compete with members of your party to catch the most fucked up fish. Points awarded based on how many extra body parts it has and if it communicates telepathically with you.

[squidbiscuit]

Added my No-Romo posts to this because I feel they are the most important additions. (I am not a writer or game designer or really capable of making anything so this idea is just wishful thinking at best.)

[squidbiscuit]

Concept art if it was a more stylized, cute game. You would be able to customize your character and your boat. Sorry this became so big I’m tagging it with it’s working title “Lure” for now. I legit expect nothing at all to come from this, I just like to design and concept out things a bit.

[bane-of-technology]

DREDGE on Steam

DREDGE is a single-player fishing adventure with a sinister undercurrent. Sell your catch, upgrade your boat, and dredge the depths for long

damn, they did it???

[flower-in-a-horror-novel]

THEY DID IT!!!

[lynati]

They did it, and it is GOOD. (And if you don’t go out at night, you can treat it as a nice, relaxing fishing game. Their sound engineers deserve a bonus, imo.)

[teaboot]

I'm aware that this is a pretty big blog, so I try to avoid putting people on blast- mostly cause I don't want anyone tracking folks down and dogpiling on them for the unforgivable sin of "being wrong about a thing",

Because we are all hilariously, ridiculously and unabashedly incorrect about things at times, and that doesn't deserve the embarrassment of a thousand jeering, judging strangers with their careless mockery and casual insults,

That being said

BITCH THAT SHIT DO KILLS PEOPLE

[red-gtech]

An Idol Just For You [Idol!KDJ x Fan!SP]

Summary: Secretive Plotter’s B-day Fic

Even amidst his despair, Secretive Plotter, found solace in Kim Dokja's voice. Be it as Kim Dokja or Guwon, Secretive Plotter found peace in listening to that smooth, calm voice filled with kindness. It was natural then, that he'd protect the remaining thing that brought him hope.

Secretive Plotter could no longer remember all details of his past. The ones that had nothing to do with scenarios, he couldn't recall what games he used to like nor could he even remember the names of people he knew before the scenarios. It was a sad thing, when he gave it some thought, so he stopped thinking about his life before the fall.

He had given up ending the Most Ancient Dream, his sponsor, and all he wanted was a way to die. To finally end his regression until he stumbled upon a weird presence on the 3rd World Line. It was a bright presence, one that called out to him. For an outer god like him, warmth was a foreign feeling and yet Kim Dokja who caught his attention, brought him a familiar and unfamiliar warmth.

So he stayed and watched.

Watched how Kim Dokja survived the first scenario and introduced himself to the other survivors.

"I am Kim Dokja, 28 years old, a retired idol."

"He won the best newcomer award on his debut year!" Kim Namwoon revealed, "You've probably heard of him! He is Guwon!"

'Guwon' Secretive Plotter thought about that familiar name, and then it came to him. A memory of his forgotten past.

"He-hello! I am Gu-guwon of Byeol Entertainment! Today is my de-debut, please listen to my song, [To Neverland]!"

Secretive Plotter giggled, that slowly turned into a laugh filled with relief and bitterness. He wasn't one to believe in coincidence, so he knew this was fate. That he was meant to meet Kim Dokja, his [Salvation] from the past before the scenarios, and now.

"Kim Dokja...I will protect you." (and you will be my ◼◼.)

—

His Dokja was a bit foolish. The type to return a sliver of kindness given to him 10 times, it was cute when it was directed to him but to others? It was an annoying thing.

He hid his annoyance and yet his foolish incarnation seemed to understand his silence well. Infuriating smile on his face and he'd be on the receiving end of a teasing, Kim Dokja did not fear him one bit. It was an annoying thing, and yet he found that he didn't mind.

He didn't mind when Kim Dokja would talk to him about mundane things, he didn't mind when Kim Dokja began to listen to his sporadic advises, he didn't mind how Kim Dokja seemed to know him, how this line between sponsor and incarnation grew blurry with each passing scenario that brought Kim Dokja close to Death at times.

He didn't mind the weight of Kim Dokja's trust on him.

Because Kim Dokja rarely trusted anyone.

—

"Hey, Secretive Plotter" Dokja called for him, in the silence of watching his team with Yoo Joonghyuk sleep.

[The Constellation Secretive Plotter says what?]

"...When the scenarios end...can I meet you?"

Secretive Plotter remained silent for a long time. Long enough that Kim Dokja smiled, his soft sad smile that made Plotter's heart ache.

"Never mind, I know you have your reasons..." Dokja looked at the stars in the sky, "Just treat it as a foolish wish."

Impulsively Secretive Plotter offered,

[The Constellation Secretive Plotter says don't rush, we will meet one day...]

Kim Dokja blinked and then smiled, soft and shy, and for the first time in a long while Secretive Plotter felt as if he was once again experiencing his first spring.

"It's a promise!"

—

They grew closer then, close enough that his foolish incarnation began to challenge sub-scenarios alone and with only him as a companion. The Kim Dokja that everyone knew and that he knew were different, his Kim Dokja was less polite, less soft, more of a brat and an annoying rat that teased  him and tested him patience.

His Dokja had foresight, creative in solving problems and a complete hazard to himself. Secretive Plotter had half a mind to waste his probability and incarnate directly to teach his incarnation to behave and to not be so indecent. Secretive Plotter could no longer count the amount of times he had threatened other Constellations from issuing any sexual scenarios to his incarnation.

He could understand why Dokja attracted such folk. First, he was an idol and Kim Dokja was used to giving the occasional fanservice.

Second, Kim Dokja was an exceptionally charming man who didn’t know the extent of his charm.

Lastly, Kim Dokja was pretty. The kind of pretty that grew on you, slowly captured your attention until he was the only one you could pay attention to.

Plotter knew because he was the same as the rest of them when it came to his foolish and death wishing incarnation. He didn’t know when he started to look at his incarnation differently. What he knew was that he wanted to play with Dokja’s hair, brush away the hair that sometimes pricked Dokja’s eyes. He wanted to know if Dokja’s skin would be as soft and smooth as it looked like, if his eyes were just as pretty as it was behind the screen.

Would Kim Dokja shiver if he whispered in his ear? Or would he just smirk at him, tease him playfully?

Secretive Plotter wanted to know if his heart would beat fast if he held him in his arms, cradled him in it like the precious thing that he was. He wanted to know if Kim Dokja’s lips were just as delicious as they look.

It was for this reason that he had issued a sub-scenario for his incarnation.

[(Personal) Sub Scenario - One and Only Star] Category: Sub (Personal) Difficulty: S Clear Conditions: Perform for the Constellation Secretive Plotter Satisfy the Secretive Plotter Reward: The domain N'Gai's Forest will be permanently open to Kim Dokja Failure: ???

Secretive Plotter smiled and then began to prepare for his Dokja's arrival.

—

Kim Dokja was no stranger to the back door deals between idols and the rest of the industry bigwigs. He was lucky enough that his former company wasn’t pimping him out, or worry about sasaeng fans. But it didn’t mean that he hadn’t had his fair share of offers, “favors”, from fellow artists or producers he had worked with.

He never accepted but those experiences always left a bad taste in his mouth. Kim Dokja was well aware of how disastrous it would have been for him. The only way he could protect himself was to keep a certain level of distance with everyone else in the industry, enough that no one would ever think of him when it came to “parties” but not enough that he wouldn’t get any legitimate job offers.

It was the reason why he learned how to dress himself a certain way, dancing the line between pure and alluring. It was taxing but when he thought of having to return to his relatives, Kim Dokja preferred the quagmire of the idol industry. And yet, reading his Sponsor’s sub scenario, Kim Dokja wanted to do that sort of transaction.

‘...If it’s him…’  Kim Dokja looked at the brightly shining star that he knew was his sponsor, and licked his lips, ‘I don’t mind it one bit.’

With a smile he accepts the sub scenario.

—

In an old interview of his, after he had won the Best Newcomer Award the year he debuted, Kim Dokja remembered being asked what he liked the most about his job.

“It’s the feeling of having all eyes on me,” He replied, “knowing that I have all their attention when I perform.”

He had lied back then, what he truly liked was the idea that on the stage he was Guwon, an idol that was loved even if it was only as long as his song lasted. Kim Dokja could fool himself then, that he had a place in this world, that he was a being worthy of love.

And now, as he stood in a stage repaired just for him, his allies in the crowd of watchers, and his sponsor watching…Kim Dokja felt that his lie had, in this instance, turned into truth.

He smiled at the crowd, his gentle seductive smile as the first notes of his last song came out of the speakers. He walked slowly towards the front of the T Stage, hips swaying to the music and started singing,

“You already knew what this was when started, It’s alright, It’s alright, this is our secret Our lovely passionate secret”

Each step he took that brought him closer to the pole, had him slowly unbuttoning his dark trench coat that hid his skimpy costume.

“Turn off your phone and just focus on me, Isn’t this what you came for? A lovely sweet dream of me”

His coat slipped off and revealed his see through white blouse, nipples clearly visible through the fabric. His unbuttoned leather shorts that stuck on his skin, leaving nothing to imagination.

“My heart is burnt black, your place Your heart is pure white, my place Where should we continue this game?”

He climbed up the pole, his body on autopilot, as he continued to sing the only sex themed song he ever sang,

“My words are pure white, my place Your words are dyed black, your place Don’t forget where this game started

Don’t be so rough, don’t be too gentle, You can leave your mark Just remember nothing ever lasts”

He licked his lips, thinking, wondering if Secretive Plotter was enjoying this show made just for him in mind.

“My heart is burnt black, your place Your heart is pure white, my place Are you sick of this game?

My words are pure white, my place Your words are dyed black, your place Do you want this dream to be real?”

It’s too late, there’s no going back We made this bed of roses Stop worrying and just keep on going

I don’t want to end it like this, And you feel the same too, Let’s keep the start of this game our secret

My heart is dyed is white, your place Your heart is burnt black, my place This is our lovely sweet reality, our place.”

His clothes clung to his skin, soaked with sweat and Kim Dokja knew exactly what sort of picture he made when his face was flushed, panting softly with his slightly parted ruby red lips. He smiled at his audience and sang the last lyric of his song,

“Did you enjoy it, my love?”

[(Personal) Sub Scenario - One and Only Star]

Congratulations on completing the scenario, the reward is immediately available for use.

Kim Dokja disappeared in front of everyone.

—

As soon as the performance began Secretive Plotter watched without blinking or even taking his eyes off. He stared with heated eyes as Kim Dokja started to sing, thin scarless hands unbuttoning his coat with practiced ease, seductive and alluring. The sway of hips, the imprint of his bulge on that leather shorts, the perked pink nipples visible through the white see through shirt.

All of it made Secretive Plotter hard. It made him want to stop the show and teach his stupid incarnation a thing called “boundaries”.  Still he watched as Kim Dokja sang with a smooth sultry tone that promised dark secrets.

Kim Dokja’s pole dancing skills were professional. His artistic sense, drawing attention to the contours of his body, his voice, a wonderful instrument of lust. Secretive Plotter didn’t bother to deny his urge and released his throbbing cock as Dokja wrapped his legs around the pole and twirled downwards.

He rubbed his cock, languidly as he imagined fucking Dokja in front of that crowd, thrusting his cock in that virgin hole, mercilessly fucking him until he couldn’t stand, until his knees were bruised, until everyone in the Starstream knew who owned him.

He watched as the dokkaebi focused on Dokja’s chest, pink nipples straining against the cloth and covered with sweat. He gripped his cock, hands moving faster as Dokja’s throat became the focus of the screen, slowly moving up to ruby red lips and capturing how Dokja licked his bottom lip sexily.

Secretive Plotter groaned, he breathed deeply, he didn’t want to end his masturbation yet, the song was only halfway through, his eyes tracked the visible hardening of Dokja’s cock and he licked his lips.

His cock was bigger than Dokja, he was sure of it, he imagined how Dokja would moan if he rubbed their cocks together, wrapped it both with his hands while Dokja was tied up and wearing those shorts.

He wanted to defile him in those leather shorts, spill his cum on black cloth, marking Dokja in that way. He wanted to see Dokja walk in clothes stained by his cum, visibly limping while his cum flowed down his abused hole. Secretive Plotter wanted to ruin Kim Dokja for everyone else. The thought, the image of Dokja dirtied and sullied by him sent him over the edge, he aimed his cock to the screen.

The image showed Dokja with flushed cheeks, lips parted and eyes filled with joy. His cum covered the screen, covering Dokja’s face with thick white cum. Plotter leaned on his seat, stared at the desecrated image of Dokja and smirked.

He waited for Dokja to appear at the boundary of his home while he rested for a while, and when Dokja arrived a minute later, he stood up and didn’t bother to hide his cock. He hugged his incarnation from behind and immediately began accosting him.

His hands teased those pink nipples, pinching and tweaking it through the fabric, while he mouthed along Dokja’s neck. He rutted against his ass, hands undressing Dokja’s clothes while he groped him. Dokja’s moans were music to his ears, he let his wandering hands be guided by Dokja’s smaller ones, touching him where he wanted to be touched.

As soon as Dokja’s shorts dropped to the ground, he wasted no time in lifting Dokja and rubbing his cock against the hole and between Dokja’s thighs. Kim Dokja’s body was a pliant, sensitive thing that spurred on his lust. A small spark of probability to make turn Dokja’s asshole into a self-lubricating one, another spark to let it accept his cock without any preparation.

He kissed Dokja filthy, tongues entangled with each other and swapping saliva as he kissed Dokja without any regard for Dokja’s state of breathing. He thrusted his cock into Dokja’s warm and dripping hole, swallowed his moans as he vigorously slammed his cock in and out of the clenching walls.

His arms holding Dokja’s legs together as he treated his incarnation like a fleshlight, a warm hole to fuck and spill his come until all his frustrations were spent. He bit on Kim Dokja’s shoulder, listened to the sweet loud moans that fell from Dokja’s lips.

He ignored the heated looks from the Kkomas hiding behind bushes and branches.

He ignored the cries for mercy, to slow down, and kept on going, even when Kim Dokja let out a loud moan as he came. Secretive Plotter kept on thrusting his cock, fucking Dokja through his orgasm, supporting the limp body and drowning Dokja with praises that automatically fell from his mouth.

He spilled his first load inside Dokja, roughly turning his head towards him for another kiss.

As soon as he stopped cumming, Secretive Plotter licked his tears away and then smiled, soft, warm, loving, and most of all dangerous as he said,

“Welcome to N’Gai’s Forest, Kim Dokja.”

And then Kim Dokja could only let himself be fucked on the ground, the grass was his bed, as Secretive Plotter, his beloved sponsor, thrusted his cock inside, stretching and abusing his cum-filled asshole.

The lewd wet sounds of fucking could clearly be heard, interspersed with his moans, Dokja could only cover his face to hide his embarrassment as moans and Secretive Plotter’s name came out from his mouth. Soon it turned into begging, begging to be fucked harder, rougher, to be marked, to be bred by that monstrous throbbing cock that stretched him out so good.

He wrapped his legs around Plotter’s strong waist, leaving scratches on broad shoulders as Plotter ordered him to stop hiding his eyes, he stared into the face hidden underneath the veil, a familiar scarred face and pulled it closer for a sweeter kiss.

He wrapped his arms on Plotter’s neck and closed his eyes as he kissed him and clenched his hole to be filled again. It was a sloppy kiss, Dokja could only follow Plotter’s lead, moaning as an experienced mouth left more marks on his neck, as his nipples were sucked and teased relentlessly. His body was on fire and Plotter’s touch was the only cure.

His cock was stroked by large, scarred hands, heterochromatic eyes staring straight at him with a soft, gentle smile that promised things Dokja wanted.

“Plotter” Dokja called out, sweet, loving, and everything Secretive Plotter had always wanted.

“I want more.”

Secretive Plotter grins, eyes twinkling with love and lust as he devours Kim Dokja’s mouth and fucks him again. The sounds of fucking doesn’t stop for a long time, not even when Dokja’s cries and moans grew hoarse and faded.

—

From that point onwards, Kim Dokja accepts every personal sub scenario given by Secretive Plotter. Each scenario was lewder than the last, a special private show for his dotting and protective sponsor.

Kim Dokja learns how to be fucked by sentient vines, how to position his body just so to drive Secretive Plotter to edge. He learns how to moan prettily, softly, and barely there while Plotter’s invisible hands molest him in his room. He learns how to suck a cock properly without alerting anyone.

Secretive Plotter guides him in his foray into sexual acts, teaches him first hand, and rewarding him with a night he’d never forget each time he succeeds.

His heart was filled with love, his account filled with coins, and his hole constantly filled by Plotter’s thick white cum.

—

Secretive Plotter watched as Kim Dokja fought with an egg vibrator hidden beneath his clothes. If other constellations did what he was doing, he knew that their incarnation would end up dead. But with him around and his Dokja’s resourcefulness and quick wit, no harm would befall Kim Dokja.

[The constellation Secretive Plotter says separate from your group]

On the screen Kim Dokja talked to his companions, blind to the way Yoo Joonghyuk looked at him as he did as Plotter ordered.

‘The third round…is so useless’ He thought with disdain.

Then, once Kim Dokja was alone in a secluded part of the Demon Castle, he pressed the button. Turning it to the highest setting and watched as his incarnation immediately crumpled into the ground, moaning and panting.

In tandem with Kim Dokja’s movement, Secretive Plotter brought out his cock and began stroking.

[The constellation Secretive Plotter says good. Just like that, stroke yourself think of me]

[The constellation Secretive Plotter says don’t hide your moans]

[The constellation Secretive Plotter says Kim Dokja, let everyone remember that you are mine]

Through the screen Kim Dokja obediently followed his lover’s orders. Moaned out Secretive Plotter’s name shamelessly. His hands moving faster as he reached his climax, he slumped on the ground as he spilled his cum, panting heavily and calling out for his sponsor.

[The constellation Secretive Plotter says very good, Kim Dokja.]

[The constellation Secretive Plotter donated 100 000 coins]

“Mmmm…I miss you…Plotter.”

[The constellation Secretive Plotter says tonight at 10]

Neither him nor Kim Dokja paid attention to Yoo Joonghyuk who was hiding behind a pillar, fists clenched in anger and eyes filled with jealousy.

—

The scenarios grew harder and yet Kim Dokja was mostly at ease, there were moments when he felt at loss but Secretive Plotter never failed to bring his spirits back up. In this apocalyptic world, Kim Dokja found his reason to live.

He found his place in Plotter’s side.

And now on his 29th birthday Kim Dokja stared at the sleeping face of his lover, his body was littered with love bites, his asshole dripping cum and his back ached. And yet he had never felt happier.

He laughed softly when his lover frowned in his sleep. He smoothened out the crease between Plotter’s eyebrows. And when Plotter opened his eyes, he smiled at him and kissed his lips softly, a quick peck.

“Good Morning.”

“Dokja-ya, you need to sleep more” Plotter muttered, as he hugged his beloved and pressed him down the mattress, “It’s your birthday…take a…rest.”

Kim Dokja hummed and decided that his secret could wait.

“When we wake up, let me tell you my secret” He whispered as he closed his eyes to join his beloved Protagonist in the world of dreams.

[The Most Ancient Dream welcomes Secretive Plotter into their ◼◼]

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Of Fathers and Sons (1/?)

Summary: In another universe neither Kim Dokja nor Yoo Joonghyuk are unwanted children. In another universe they found someone worthy to call a Father. This is that universe. CH: 1/?

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You have never wanted to be a parent. You were not cruel enough to inflict your flaws to an innocent babe who had no choice to be born. You never wanted to look at a tiny human being and see yourself. Here is the thing, you had no choice but to be a parent.

What had been a dalliance, a mere exchange of pleasure, resulted in this tiny child standing before you. Yoo Joonghyuk, the government employee said, was your son born from a woman whose name and face you’ve forgotten. You look at this child, this unknown being, and see a literal mirror of your tiny self. 

‘Flawless’ you thought with dark envy. unmarred by the cruel world you have only ever known.

You do not doubt for a second that he was not your spawn. Not when his face was carbon copy of you. A version of you that you had never known because Yoo Joonghyuk grew up loved. You could tell from the state of his clothes, to the way his eyes looked.

You knelt before him, looked at him eye to eye and lied, “I wish we could have met in a different way.”

In the end he comes with you to your apartment. You fed him dinner, a sloppily made omurice and set it before him. You don’t speak or watch him eat, instead you sit across him and browse your phone. You do not know how to be a father because you had never known one. You search for answers on the net on what children needs, you buy books about parenting because there is no other option. Yoo Joonghyuk would not have a father or a home but at the very least he would not be mistreated in your care.

“...ahjussi...”

You look at him and wait for his next words.

“bath please.”

Wordlessly, you carry him to the bathroom and carefully prepared his bath. You didn’t speak beyond ordering him on what to do. You worked with him silently and carefully, watching him go through the motions of his routine before you sent him to your bed and told him to sleep.

You left him with in a dark room with only a lamp and his thoughts for company. You ran away from, carrying your change of clothes as you go back to the bathroom and have finally, finally, process the upheaval of your established life path. You have never wanted to be father.

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The fundamental problem wasn’t about your preparedness or willingness to be a father. It was the fact that you have never known how to be kind or good or gentle. You were made of sharp edges and cold apathy. Yoo Joonghyuk had only ever known a mother’s warmth and blunt edges.

The best you could do was compensate for what you lack, you had never known hunger or the struggles of impoverish, and so you give Yoo Joonghyuk gifts. Drown him in material things if only to hide from him the messed up creature that you were. You buy him whatever caught his eyes, whatever he pointed at, you bought him the best and hoped he never saw the monster beneath your human skin.

‘Not yet...at least.’

Here is the thing you do not notice, no one is born cruel or hateful, for all of the absence of warmth in your life, your jagged edges and apathy, you were at the very least honest. And Yoo Joonghyuk could feel that.

He could feel your reluctance, your wariness, he was not blind to the sharp look in your eyes when first met. But he could also feel that you were trying your best, you held him carefully in your arms, shielding him from the cold with your thick coat. You asked him what he wanted to do and let him order you around, you don’t tell him stories but you leave him with a lamp and blanket tucked underneath his chin and a soft ruffle of his head.

It was not his mother’s gentle kiss to put him to sleep but it was enough.

‘Maybe father’s were this way’ Yoo Joonghyuk had thought as he fell asleep.

Tomorrow comes and Yoo Joonghyuk watched as you shower him with gifts and a smile that doesn’t really reach your eyes, he heard your sigh and he wondered whether he was a bother. But then you help him try his new clothes and he doesn’t know what to think of anymore.

You don’t kiss him on his cheeks or call him “Joonghyuk-ah” but you held his hand and looked at him in his eyes and you carry him close to yourself.

You feed him and wiped off the stains on his face without any chastisement.

 You are warm and gentle and kind and everything he thought a father would be. The sobs come suddenly, Yoo Joonghyuk could not articulate why he felt sad when he had you now. All he knew was that it felt unfair.

“I miss mom” he cried.

He looked at you and waited.

“Everything will be alright” you said, softly, as you rubbed his back.

He waited.

But you don’t say anything else after that and Yoo Joonghyuk cried louder.

He wished that his mom didn’t have to die.

He wished you could promise him to never leave. - || Next

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kim Dokja/Yoo Joonghyuk, Lee Sookyung/Original Male Character Characters: Kim Dokja, Yoo Joonghyuk, Lee Sookyung, Kim Dokja's Father Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Scenarios (Omniscient Reader), One Big Happy Family, Meet the Family, Implied Sexual Content Series: Part 1 of Happy Kim Family Summary:

Every parent dreads the day when their child comes home to introduce a significant other. Kim Hajun was the same, he just wished he didn't have to find out his son was a bottom like him.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kim Dokja/Yoo Joonghyuk Characters: Kim Dokja, Yoo Joonghyuk Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Scenarios (Omniscient Reader), Yandere Yoo Joonghyuk, Yandere Tamer Kim Dokja, Top Yoo Joonghyuk, Bottom Kim Dokja, Implied Past Relationships, Rough Sex, Butt Plugs, Butt Slapping, Intersex Kim Dokja, Boypussy Kim Dokja Summary:

The morning after their marathon sex, Kim Dokja wakes up with an aching body and an ass filled with cum. Naturally, he decides to punish his beloved pervert through seduction.