2025-01-19 3:43:29 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> skiesandcandy:

> > skiesandcandy:

> > > Hngh. Thinks about slay the archivist. I need Jon to be in monster form and then I need Sasha to dom the shit out of him. I need her to use him a little. I need her to yank him around by his chain. I need him to look up at her with desperate adoring eyes.

> > > I need them to have extreme sexual tension in so many routes. Angry at each other and pit against each other and there’s this desperate need to connect and understand each other and they’re each other’s only companion!!! Sometimes the loop gets so much and they end up making out or fucking just for closeness. Sashas fist buried in his aching cunt, him whimpering around her tits,,,

> > > “Why do you call The Archivist a good boy?” “How about we stop talking for a little while.”

> > This is funnier the more voices sasha has btw. The whole gang decides “sure. Why not fuck the potentially world ending monster.” The Narrator is the only one not having a great time.

> Making the antichrist cum his brains out and beg you for approval might not save the world but it can’t end it any faster.

2025-01-19 8:17:47 ¶ ●

I think Sasha should also get to put a pretty collar on Jon, she deserves it. Jon being her pretty pet, though sometimes he’s not the best behaved and she has to punish him, and well it adds up to quite a lot. Biting and sucking a string of deep purple bruises from his neck to his tits. Making sure to abuse the little handfuls they are till he’s a whimpering mess, begging for more, Making him count how many times her hand makes contact with his ass, having him start again every time he loses count. Fucking him roughly after he gasps out that last number, his cunt absolutely drenched in anticipation. Taking a series of pictures of the marks after, not letting him move till she’s done.

The two of them coming into work the next day, Jon even more buttoned up than usual, not looking anyone in the eyes. Sasha trying not to grin to widely as she watches him try to sit down without irritating the healing bruises. Watching his blush bright red when he checks on his texts from her only to be met with pictures of himself, looking absolutely wrecked.