2025-01-17 15:27:39 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

blackberreh-art:

> “Do you feel desire, Archivist?”

> “Er-” Jon struggles to focus through the double vision, taken aback. Of all the things to- “Not - not really?”

> “Mmmm.” It’s hum is pensive and static and it rumbles in Jon’s ears, spreading fractals across his vision. “Neither do I. At least, I do not think I am supposed to?”

> “So you- what?”

> It giggles, causing a fresh wave of vertigo and nausea, and its wrist slips from Jon’s trembling grasp. “Something to think about, perhaps.”

> And then it’s gone, and Jon is very alone, very confused, and very aroused. He doesn’t think he is supposed to be aroused.

2025-01-17 15:47:45 ¶ ● ⬈

sparks-out:

> On the one hand the Distortion sliding it’s tongue up Jon’s cunt all the way into his womb sound like it would probably be uncomfortable as well and maybe dangerous even. BUT. It is also sort of hot to think about. So.