you and vi have always been best friends, you dont know how you end up jerking off on call with her almost every night
you think it started off with one day her interrupting you violently finger-fucking yourself, your small whimpers your trying to hide, that you're not hiding at all. makes something light inside of vi, she immediately asked to face time you to watch.
you blushed and accepted, letting her watch you play with yourself.
it's one of those nights where your phone is propped up in perfect view of everything, your lightly dimmed room displaying your legs spread, the way your back arches, and the cute little faces you make when you find that spot.
you told her how it's always hard to get off, you can never find the right spot, and when you do, you can never find it again. making you frustrated out of your mind, you just want to cum your brains out then go to bed, but nope! god is not on your side.
she sstarted to guide you, gently assuring you as you pushed your fingers inside yourself. "vi-- ive tried.. i just-- ngh! -- can't find it ever!" you pathetically whimpered out, but she wasn't gonna give up just yet.
you wwhimper while she praises you, making sure you're nice and pleased, youve been fucking yourself for what felt like hours. but honestly it was probably 5 minutes.
before you knew it, you felt the best feeling boil in your stomach.
"viii--" you drew out her name, you had drool down your chin. "-- im gggonna -- hah. -- ccum!" you look over to your phone and find her smiling, you don't even know if shes doing the same thing you are, but all you know is she enjoys every second of watching you fall apart.
"come on baby, cum for me, -- you're so perfect.. look at that body -- yes baby, good girl."
the last two words she says has the coil in your stomach snap, your Cumming your brains out and-- oh.
a gush from in between your legs soaks your bed, you squirted all over your sheets. because she called you good girl? jesuss
"holy shit--" you managed to whimper out, looking at her with complete and utter shock.
she lets out a laugh. "see, sucha good girl."
you grabbed your phone and placed it down, blushing hard. embarrassed that you just made a HUGE mess because of two words..
but vi loved it. she'll never not love seeing you like this.
You have been under so much stress lately. Master was storming up ideas of how to help you relax. You admit that you’ve never been the best at just letting things go.
You thought he was joking when he brought up certain colors and patterns can soothe and silence your overactive thoughts.
It’s just a dumb gif. What’s so great about it?
Shh princess just do the breathing technique we talked about, okay? Rest your shoulders listen to my voice, and jusssssst let the spiral drag you *DEEPER*.
Huhhhhhhhhhfuuuck. I hate when he uses this voice it always makes me feel soooooo fu..fu….fuuuuuuck
MIND GOES *POP*
It didn’t take a lot of convincing. You’ve been conditioned to LET IT HAPPEN when he uses that warm honey like tone. You always try to fight because you’re so set on being “little miss independent” but you never win. And you love that you never win. You just *SINK DEEPER* when you try to fight it. You’ve grown to love the spiral. You’ve been sitting in this chair for the past three hours. No lights are on in that pretty head of yours. You can’t even remember Masters real name, can you.
Not only can you not recall his name, but you haven’t even noticed yet that his load is leaking out of your disassociated cunt. What a GOOD GIRL you are. The perfect toy.
A flashy gif I made for the release of My latest file, "Countdown Of Dreams" - The spiritual successor to "Strobe of Dreams", both of which are intense strobing brainwashing videos. 🌀
And I have no idea why I chose my sketch airbrush.
Danny’s eyes… once, they burned—wild, stubborn, untamed. Now, they were just remnants, hollow and dim, a shattered reflection of something that used to be. Tired, heavy-lidded, staring past the world as if it no longer mattered—because… it didn’t anymore.
No spark.
No warmth.
Just the empty sheen of someone who had felt too much, too deeply, until there was simply nothing left to feel.
That’s… that’s him.
It’s worn down, piece by piece, until all that remained was just… exhaustion. Not a broken soul, not even a lost one—just a hollowed out echo of something that once was.
When I think the sketch looks better then the finished piece. Yeah, well. I just wanted to try to draw dead eyes (empty eyes).
This is just… Danny being in an Altered Universe, Out Of Character and aged up. My own headcanon. ♡
I love the look on your face when you’re between my legs, staring down at my pliant, motionless body. cock swelling inside of me because there is nothing that gets you off more than seeing my lights go off. seeing how beautiful I look under your hand when I can’t speak or think.