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Author of many fandoms. ko-fi.com/valentinescorner 20 | queer + disabled spoiled wife of thouhastservedcunt

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General Navigation/Guide

Hi! You can call me Valentine... or really anything you please :) If you refer to me, I use she/they pronouns!

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(if you have any questions you’d like answered… send in my messages/asks. I’ll answer them and paste it here.)

Q: What are your rules for your blog and requesting?

A: Requests are always open unless specifically stated otherwise. As for specific requests-- just be mindful and respectful. I do write darker content (which I will forewarn), but that does not give you an excuse to be weird in my inbox. Please, reread and see if the average person would be comfortable with your language. That is all I request in return :)

Q: What are your top fandoms currently?

A: BG3, DBD, Skyrim: TES, RE, OM: SWD?, SV (Stardew Valley & Spiderverse)... My inbox is your oyster. If I am into that fandom, I will likely respond. Not all my fandoms are listed, but these are the top ones I know the most of.

Q: How to navigate your tags?

A: Good question! I am still learning Tumblr, so you guys will follow my journey. Currently, it's a hash of everything. #my thoughts = anything I think of. May or may not include writing. #my asks = any asks/submissions I get in my inbox. #anon asks = specifically anonymous asks/submissions. #emoji asks = recurring anonymous asks who identify themselves with an emoji. #my writing = anything that I have written. #announcements = anything I think my followers should read/of importance. #shitpost = anything outside my norm (feel free to block if you wish). #personal = personal posts regarding my life and or updates.

Q: What gender/perspective do you usually write in? What about physical descriptors?

A: I really try my best to keep everything gender and physical description neutral unless specifically requested. I try to use neutral language to refer to the reader. If you have any tips or suggestions, or even critique, my inbox is a free space. As for sexuality, as the reader is gender neutral, you could read it as unlabeled/inclusive.

Q: What will/who will you write?

A: Any character of request. If I do not feel comfortable with the request, I simply delete the message in my inbox. I rarely put someone on public blast for their request. (Unless I am heavily uncomfortable and want to alert people that requests, such as that, are highly discouraged.)

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Asks and Submissions will ALWAYS be open. The time in which I get to them fluctuates. If I do not like the ask, I simply won't answer it. If it made me truly uncomfortable, I will post it and politely ask for that content to be avoided. Sometimes, I will take longer to write if I find the submission particularly interesting or if it requires a lot of characters.

Messages are generally open, but I hold discretion to ignore or ghost anyone I see fit.

I will not bite unless provoked. I understand rejection and the fear of judgement. I can assure you all that on my page? Judgement is not a thing. Be as deranged and feral as you want. Be as horny as you wish. Be as wholesome as you desire. I am here for it ALL.

I am physically disabled with... a good handful of mental illnesses/disorders alongside it. If I disappear and don't post for a little while, I likely have entered an episode/flare-up.

ALL my followers, if they respect my rules, are valued and I appreciate the support you all give me. It means a lot to little ol' me.

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(This will be constantly updating as my blog progresses.)

[thouhastservedcunt]

I drew this a while ago when work wasn’t kicking my butt 😔

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Shakes like a chihuahua… first post in forever. Here is a mix of angsty/yandere/immoral headcanons? Next will be fluff I SWEAR.

(Some of these are shorter as I’m re-familiarizing myself with how I want to characterize the characters… so excuse me. I will make up for it, I swear.)

Astarion with a reader who is, also, sexually traumatized. Reader, who won’t take that step with Astarion but still willingly lets him feed and fill his belly. Astarion, who recognizes that boundary, but still pushes some because his self-worth is rooted in his body and his sexual prowess. He feeds so greedily, subconsciously getting handsy, and has to be redirected patiently by the reader. Reader, who can smell the sexual trauma on him, and gives him grace because trauma manifests differently. Astarion, who realizes, that the reader is giving him that same space to say no, and has a crisis. Reader, who loves him for him, not his body.

Wyll, who thinks he has to play the role of a heroic prince or he isn’t acceptable. Wyll, who has difficulty letting the reader be as independent as they should be… because he’s convinced he should take on their burdens. Wyll, who inserts himself into the reader's arguments or disagreements. Reader, who frustratingly, has to correct him and tell him that he doesn’t need to defuse every negative situation. He can step back and watch from the sidelines in case anything escalates. Wyll having a human moment, especially after his transformation, and feeling like he’ll be rejected for that. Reader, who still approaches him with the same love and kindness as they always have. Wyll sobs, by the way.

Gale, who unknowingly has a superiority complex. Reader, who is lower intellect in comparison, not understanding some of his knowledge and verbosity. Gale, “lovingly” correcting the reader on a fact but it comes off condescending, causing the reader to deflate. (I’d cast testicular torsion on him, personally). Gale, who feels it’s necessary to be disgustingly educated on every topic imaginable. Gale, who finds out he isn’t as informed on something as he’d like, and reader corrects him this time. He deflates and gets sooo bratty/bitter, but it’s only fair…

Karlach, who never lets the reader really take care of themselves. She’s always involved in all their tasks, both for the proximity and to ensure it all goes right. She couldn’t stand the thought of you getting hurt— she’s just being so protective, right? Karlach, who boasts about how independent and strong you are, but she’s saying this as she carries you to bed. Karlach, who will even insert herself in those intimate moments, like bathing, and take over.

Wyll and Karlach both with a savior complex, tbh.

Lae’zel with different customs compared to you. She’s an alien species and has little concept of personal boundaries. Lae’zel, overworking the reader physically until muscle failure (where Wyll or Karlach insert themselves as the reader’s savior), but she thinks it’s justified. After all, the next time you train, you can push yourself further. She sees the results you don’t see… and that only encourages her to push harder. How else will you grow? Everyone in camp is a bunch of softies.

Shadowheart, who is almost too invested in your childhood and personal life. Perhaps because she lacks memories of her own, or perhaps she’s just so enamored with you that she wants to know everything she possibly can. Shadowheart, who remembers details you don’t even remember sharing. Shadowheart, who lives vicariously through your background and vocalizes how boring and/or lackluster your responses were. As if it were a fairytale that could have a better ending.

Halsin, who subconsciously crosses your boundaries constantly because he’s accustomed to nobody respecting his. Halsin, who preaches about your boundaries if someone else crosses them, but proceeds to be a major hypocrite. Maybe because he thinks that he has that privilege… since you two are awfully close, yes?

Jaheira, who instinctively acts like a mother figure to the reader. You come to her with a vent or rant, and instead of listening, she’s proactively offering solutions. She doesn’t hear you actively, she hears complaints and needs to find a solution lest it snowball into a major issue.

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Inbox Tally Post.

I went through my inbox, cleared some of it out, and this is what I was left with. Gale, in the lead! This includes general companions + individual requests. Shadowheart and Karlach are second and third, along with Astarion as the runner-up. I was a little disappointed to not see any Orin or Zevlor, I gotta be honest.

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Coming back to my work, around two years later, I’ve realized that my author's voice has developed significantly. I lost motivation to write publicly, as a lot has been going on IRL, but my BG3 interest is reigniting. I apologize to any followers who were loyal to my page. My inbox is still stuffed alongside my drafts.

I may go and polish some of my old work (IE: rewrite it all with better grammar, punctuation, and characterization) until I feel reinvigorated in the fandom. Though, I will not be a BG3-centered platform anymore. My inbox is primarily BG3, but I will post other fandoms at my leisure as inspiration strikes. I have a LOT of catch-up to play… alongside two years of BG3 updates to play!

Hello, all, I have missed my community. Suppose any of you see this, hello x2. So, yes, my inbox is open again. I will be updating my pinned post with anything new as of late.

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Hi all! In my hiatus i’ve stopped using HiWaifu due to the AI’s destruction on the planet. I was properly educated on how all forms of AI have a negative impact.

So, I will not be making any more bots nor supporting the platform. I was going to mention this sooner. Apologies to anyone who enjoyed my bots. I will not take down the ones i’ve made, though. Nothing I can do about people who still wish to use the app.

I will return to my cave and slowly idle the hours away until I have motivation to write once more. Creativity block is horrid.

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Shadowheart dating a trans masc tiefling headcanons perhaps?

Content below the cut.

A little short for my liking but I hope this suffices. Trying to get out of a crazy creativity slump.

<3

Shadowheart, at first, didn’t even really notice that something was “different”. She viewed you just like everyone else— a thorn in her side on her quest, to protect the artifact and return it to its rightful place. It wasn’t until she noticed the small and insecure behaviors that she found something off. Still, she didn’t question it. Everyone had something unique about them in this group of travelers.

Shadowheart respects your pronouns and gets snippy with anyone who, intentional or not, tries to misgender you. “He is not a she. Correct your tongue or do not speak at all.” It was almost flattering to see her get so defensive over you. Sometimes you have to give her a side-eye when she gets too feisty.

Shadowheart likes you. She does! Flaws and all, (as if she’d correct you on your flaws.) She worships Lady Shar for God's sake. You catch her gaze watching from afar frequently. How her eyes follow you with every moment and her lips are curled into a distant smile. Part of her always looks detached from herself in moments like these. As if she’d parted from her instincts and just let herself admire someone. It makes your skin feel hot.

It wasn’t until you two started dating did you confide in her and tell her about your identity. Shadowheart listens with an eerie silence as you speak. It sets you on edge for a moment until she hums affectionately, hand clasping over yours as she finally responds with a, “And why does that change anything?” You could feel your heart swell.

She does her best to ease any dysphoria. Humming quietly as she helps you bathe when you’re too upset. Running the sponge along your skin as she gently tells you how she adores you; or holds your face and reassures you how masculine you are. Pointing out your sharp features and manly points. Being a man was defined by actions, truly. She reminds you of that whenever you need.

During periods, she’s a little stumped. She becomes more defensive and holds everyone to a higher standard than you. They must act properly and respect you or she will lash out towards them. You are her partner, and she holds that to the highest standard. You’re helping her on a journey with herself; she’s helping you the same. It may seem TMI but she’d even help you clean the dirty rags when you need. If looking at the blood was too dysphoric.

She insists on spooning you at night. Reminding you that it is not a man's job to do so and she’d love to hold you. Don’t get it confused, though, she loves being the little spoon all the same. Either way, she sleeps content in your arms or with her arms around you. As long as you two are limbs sprawled across each other in the end.

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Noticed you haven’t posted in awhile hope you’re doing well. 🫶

Mostly just catching up on other stuff irl! Like, I moved states and had to get an ID in my current state.

I’m working on something today! The shart nation will eat soon.

Thanks for checking up on me. I appreciate it so much.

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I officially have an AO3 now! It is the same name as my Tumblr. My work is going on there and receiving grammar/punctuation fixes. So if you're in the market to reread my posts... that'd be the ideal site. My post is only available to those logged into the website. https://archiveofourown.org/users/vibingandsimping

Have fun!

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ATTENTION EVERYONE!

if you wanna keep seeing smut fics/any other mature content, you must go to your settings, go to “content you see,” and hit “show” for mature content! otherwise, those dirty fics & other content with the mature community label will be hidden completely from your view, as if they don’t exist. this is going to make it difficult for fic writers/other mature content creators to get their work seen on the site, so please make others aware to change their settings so they can continue seeing it.

apparently tumblr is making us do that now or they’ll add them for us, and if they add them for us, we can’t take the labels off or edit them. that’s if it’s missing the label and if they deem it’s mature & needs said label. and yes, reblogs of mature content apparently need a label, too. i found all of this info at the tumblr help desk, so if you wanna read more on it, i suggest going over there and checking it out!

please spread the word, so that others know, too! because this has apparently been in place for almost a week, and i knew nothing of it until last night.

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this is what the page looks like in my settings. ALL OF THESE WERE SET TO "HIDE" BY DEFAULT. you need to go in and change them to "show" to actually see everything from the people you're following.

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I am posting my smutty content with the mature tag so I do not get reported. PLEASE, if you are a follower of my page, change these settings!

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Part 2 to this anon request…

Origin characters + extra companions taking care of an exhausted reader pt. 2

Characters included: Halsin + Shadowheart

(Definitely going to do a part 3 with the rest of the original characters. If that receives well than i’ll go into the extra companions and villains.)

Did I go a little overboard with Shadowheart? Perhaps.

Halsin is a healer; plain and simple. He knows the human(oid) body like the back of his hand. He is experienced and intelligent. So, when you come to him with your ailment, he offers his help graciously. You don’t have to worry about feeling ill with him. His hand traces the apple of your cheek as he smiles kindly. “I will put this ailment to rest.” He assures you as he leads you to a cotton bed. You lay yourself down on it and tense for the rest. You’re just so tired and your brain views anything as a threat.

Halsin notices this behavior. He gives you another gentle smile before kneeling alongside you. You, if only for a moment, acknowledge the fact that he is still towering over you. His hands begin to glow a light blue; as if it was like the sky itself. He places one hand on your abdomen and the other on your chest. You’re sure it’s a simple spell for him but for you… it’s doing wonders. Your nose unclogs and your muscles begin to relax, the e ache in your joints eases and the migraine you had disappears. It was no wonder people thought of Halsin as a miracle worker. He was talented.

Halsin stands after a couple of minutes of waving his hands along your body. The glow disappears as he gazes down at you. You bask in the glory of relief for a minute more before sitting upright. Finally inhaling a full breath through your nose. Gods, you needed that so badly. You finally look up at him with a grin on your face. You felt rejuvenated. “Thank you, Halsin. I feel so much… lighter.”

His grin is nearly from ear to ear. He places a hand on your shoulder and squeezes it tightly. “I’m glad to be of service to you.” He replies in earnest. You two share a moment of relief. His relief to help and yours to be helped. It felt good to rely on someone like that. Handy, truly, to have such an experienced healer in your camp.

Shadowheart understands discomfort. Possibly not the extent of what you’re feeling but as a Shar worshipper… she sacrificed a lot and it still was never truly enough. Her goddess implanted her hand with a wound that would never close. The pain was immense but fleeting. Enough to remind her of the pain she could experience if she disobeyed her goddess. When she spotted you in low spirits and dragging yourself like a zombie she wanted to assist you. Yet, only how could she do that? Beyond offering you cleric magic… it wouldn’t do much to ease the ache of the mind. She watched from afar for a good while as she mulled on it. Finally, did she come up with something that felt adequate.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and instinctively you sighed. Turning your head you were melt with the half-elf who gave you a sheepish smile. It almost seemed like she wanted to back out. No, she was bothering you and you’d like to hear what it was about if she was interrupting your rest. Her words were carefully placed as she explained that she wanted to assist you. That seeing you so drained was hard to watch. You were torn between barking at her and feeling flattered that she cared so much. Her offer to walk with her to the forest was odd… but the look in her eyes was earnest. You obliged and followed her lead. On her back was a bag that rattled ever so slightly. What had she brought with her? The two of you left a trail of boot-prints as you dug deeper into the forest. Finally, she stopped in a flower and mushroom-abundant area. She dropped her bag and grabbed a basket. The half-elf gesturing for you to sit… and sit you did.

You watched as she carefully picked at the ingredients the wilderness offered. Her fingers were nimble and intent on getting what she needed as well as avoiding parts of certain plants. Truthfully, even if you were in the wilderness with your camp, the air felt fresher away from the crowd. As you sat the breeze washed over you and lulled you to relax. You didn’t feel so snippy now but were still exhausted. Lids parted when the sound of metal clanging broke the focus on the breeze. You watched Shadowheart set up a small fire and place a pot of water on it. Then, placed a cheesecloth filled with herbs and ingredients into the water. It slowly brewed to a boil as she tucked her calves under herself. “I don’t remember much of my life. I’m still… learning to cope with that. However, whenever I felt overwhelmed or lost in my life, I always could turn to what nature provided me.” You listened curiously to her. Opening up seemed to be a hard thing to do when you knew only so much. “I’d brew teas to help relax and soothe my nerves. It’s all I knew to do, honestly. I hope this helps you the same.” You smiled a little at that. She meant well.

The pot soon came to a rolling boil and she took it off the flame. Stirring it a few times and then letting it sit to collect the last flavor… as well as cool off in the air. In the meantime, she grabbed two goblets from the bag and placed them on the ground. A ladle was next and she spooned the tea into both cups before offering you one. Taking it and drawing it closer to your face you could smell the brew better. Feel the warmth of the steam lick at your nose. God, the warmth felt so nice on your face and hands. The color of the liquid was an interesting blood orange. No doubt the dye of the forest flowers. Pressing the rim to your lips and taking a tentative sip the flavor began to wash on your tongue. It wasn’t too strong or faint. Enough to taste the sweetness and the bitterness of it all. You couldn’t complain about it too much. It seemed Shadowheart had brewed this many times before. You could feel a pair of anxious eyes watching you from across the way. Holding her glass nervously between her hands. You nodded at her reassuringly and she visibly relaxed, taking a sip of her own.

The silence between you two didn’t feel tense. It was gentle, relaxed, and at ease. About halfway through your cup, you finally began to feel the effects. Whatever blend of herbs began to soothe your mind and muscles. Everything that felt so complicated was now a little simpler. Was it the herbs, or was it being able to sit and enjoy something like this for once? Not having to think about the safety of everything and everyone?

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I LOVED THE SON OF SELUNE FIC🤭 It was so dbubseubwus🤩 the idea of companions dating a demigod Is so like😯 Power trip😍 Could I request something similar but TAV is non binary? And perhaps dating Wyll or Gale?😊

I think you may have sent this into the wrong blog! Or, perhaps i’ve forgotten my own writing. I don’t think i’ve written a son of Selune fic, though.

Props to the blog that did it!

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I was the person who sent in the short and sweet ask that you just answered and- HHHHRRRGGG!!!!! My heart! Astarion! Sweetie! The shopkeeper was seeing through both you AND Tav! The shopkeeper saw how you BOTH looked at each other! (thank you for answering my ask, backwards or otherwise, as I enjoyed reading it).

Getting to these posts late but i’m very glad you enjoyed it! It was fun to put that little detail/perspective in there and i’m elated it was well received! As always, everyone’s support means the world to me.

Hope you’re all having a lovely day!

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May I please request some headcannons/ drabbles (whichever is easiest) of Shadowheart, jahera and Karlach with a tav that is just the cuddliest little thing. One of those partners who constantly wants to be at their side holding them giving them cuddles because both the tav and the companions are going through it lol.

Of course! Sorry for getting to this SUPER late but I went on a hiatus. The fanfic plague hit me and I had to go MIA for a while. Only negating Jaheira because i’m rusty with her character. (Currently replaying the entirety of the game).

Commissions are open! Refer to my last post if interested.

Shadowheart

She’s quite turned off by it at first. She’s a worshipper of lady Shar. She’s just used to the lovey-dovey affection thing. It doesn’t take long to grow on her, though; for her to realize how much she’s craved this type of attention. She’s slowly warming up to holding your hand in public. If you have a tail, she lets it wrap around her legs while you two stand still (or walk, honestly).

She holds you still at night. Stroking your hair silently as she gazes up at the stars. You’re laid out on her chest, face nuzzled into the crook of her neck. Her smell overwhelms you and comforts you at the same time. It was addictive. It was like this did Shadowheart realize she felt whole. She felt completed.

It’s only a pain during battle when she needs to split away and you follow along her side. You’re weakening her! Just as you’re opening yourself to vulnerability. She calmly reminds you to hold your own during battle instead of constantly watching her flank. Plus, you’ll pile through the enemies faster.

Karlach

She is so in love. Karlach craves this so tenderly. If her engine is not fixed yet she tries so hard to love you back from afar. She gazes at you so intensely you think she might swallow you full. You splash water on her just to feel the searing hear of her skin if only for a moment. Her fingers brush against yours and she apologizes profusely for the flame that flickered at the contact.

If not, her engine is fixed… she dotes on you so much. She’ll constantly be wrapped around you and nuzzling into your scalp. Her hugs are tight and you swear she’s going to suffocate you. Sometimes she even rambles on about how cute you are and how much she loves how affectionate you are. She clings to you tightly at night and curls her tail around you. If you have a tail yourself, she intertwines the two. She would be purring if she could.

She really doesn’t mind during battle. You keep her back protected and she will yours! The more with her the merrier (until she is raging and swinging violently. That’s only when she’d hope you took a few steps back for your safety).

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Regarding my commissions…

I am opening up commissions! I am not as active on here because most of my work, at this moment, is commissioned. I use free-time to post on here when I can.

$1 per 100 words is my current pricing. So, 500 words is $5 and 1,000 words is $10. Fluff or smut (no upcharge for smut). ¢50 increase per 100 words for characters of a fandom that I need to research.

Payments are through Kofi! My Ko-fi is linked at the top of my page (in my bio but Ko-fi only accepts Paypal currently. Stripe is in the process of being set up.) I currently have 0/5 slots open. I will edit this as my commissions go along.

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As a heads up for my followers and such. I will be posting any smut/nsfw under the mature tag. (Just so my account cannot be reported). Just make sure your account has the view mature content activated.

All fluff/sfw will be completely public on my page!

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Switching fandoms for a second (sorry BG3 lovers) because i’ve been recommended to write a fanfic about OKKO. (The fandom is screaming and crying for content. I will supply, beauties). Nothing long but I hope you all enjoy it.

Professor Venomous smut below the cut.

It was dirty.

The way that this slimy and free-moving tissue dug inside him. Slipping past the tight ring of his ass and into his hot insides. Brushing against that one spot that created stars on the inside of his eyelids. A drawn-out sigh escaping his chest. It was almost painful how much he craved the stretch and stimulation. His cock jerking awake at the sensation and slowly bobbing to life. Going from flaccid to a rock-hard strain in embarrassing fluidity. He usually didn’t steep to such desperations. His husband had been away for an extended period of time and he could feel the tension in his body.

He really didn’t enjoy getting off without Boxman. It was a waste of his seed if his lover wasn’t there to lick it off his chest. Alternatively, scoop it into his fingers and feed it to the male. He didn’t mind the taste if he was underneath the fore-mentioned. A short moan escaped him as the tentacle began to make quick work of his sensitive flesh. Slowly beginning to piston inside him as he spread his thighs in a pathetic demeanor. Head falling forward as Venomous reached downward to grasp his cock. Giving it a few jerks as he wallowed in the pleasurable stretch. Boxman was nowhere near as large as the tentacle was (so there was a slight sting as he adjusted. Nothing he couldn’t handle, though.) but that didn’t matter. He’d let his fantasies run rampant until his release would imminently arrive.

He leaned backward in the bottomless chair and stroked his hard length with new abandon. He’d imagine Boxman on the other side of the room. His own chub in hand as viewed the spectacle. Poor Professor Venomous being vigorously fucked by his own creation. Perhaps his husband would make him suck on his length. Less for his own completion and his lovers. (Fact about Venomous… he had a raging oral kink). His cock jerking at the thought of it. Pinching at the glands under his head to prolong his approaching orgasm. Choking on his cock as the tentacle continued to batter against his prostate. Eyes brimming with tears as he bitterly sniveled against Boxman’s pelvis.

Fuck, he didn’t want to cum yet. He swore he was going to last longer if he wasn’t going to cum with his husband. Yet, each thrust inside him and each jerk of his cock had his thighs trembling. Stomach tensing as his spine arched inwards. Curling into himself like a tightly-wound coil ready to be sprung. Venomous’s nostrils flared as he gripped at his base. Attempting to clear the fog in his head to will himself not to come yet. He wasn’t going to- he couldn’t.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. It didn’t matter. Lips parting as the bio-machine suddenly sped up. Was he such a genius that it could tell his impeding release? The tip of the muscle curling into his guts. It felt like he was being torn apart in the most pleasurable way. His hand sped up with vigor against his cock. Shit, he needed to cum so badly! Curling against himself (opposite to his inward incline) as his back arched outward. Then, one jerk, two jerk, three jerk… and! He was cumming.

All over his abdomen, chest, and a little on his neck. Ropes of his seed covering him in white threads. His load was watery and heavy. Dripping down him in sticky curls. Toes curling as the white-hot sensation of ecstasy ran through his veins. Feral, rabid, and so fulfilling. He finally came back down to earth after a momentary pause. To bask in the glorious afterglow of his climax. Body twitching with each after-spasm.

“Have fun, dear?”

Shit.