I got permission to try my hand at writing a new chara to pick up at Sentient Acquisitions. So far there are about twenty pages in the gdoc, most of it sex because I have no self control. A lot of this is to just practice and get back into writing for myself and to get used to writing in the Tits format. And, y'anno, accountability. Please don't be too harsh on any of this, as while I welcome constructive criticism, I'm also incredibly shy and just want to focus getting the motivation back to write while I slowly recover from sickness.
Basically, he's a Lapinara named Kien who grew up on Tarkus. He sold himself to the Tarratch to have enough money to (Forewarning: Pretty major spoiler.)
. Personality wise, he's a snarky tsundere who blushes a hell of a lot. And likes it when you get rough in bed but you gotta make him beg before he'll ever admit it.
The gdoc itself is a huge work in progress that I'm not comfortable sharing at this stage, since I'm very early in development. But I'm not that douchey to leave you with nothing, so here's some late stage smut I wrote to hopefully give you an idea of my writing and all that jazz. If you want, I'd love to hear y'alls thoughts, both of the concept and the snippet I'm sharing.
Basically, he's a Lapinara named Kien who grew up on Tarkus. He sold himself to the Tarratch to have enough money to (Forewarning: Pretty major spoiler.)
get Tamani Corp to take care of his mother and research a cure for the parasitic Lapinara, or at least a way to reduce their libido.
The gdoc itself is a huge work in progress that I'm not comfortable sharing at this stage, since I'm very early in development. But I'm not that douchey to leave you with nothing, so here's some late stage smut I wrote to hopefully give you an idea of my writing and all that jazz. If you want, I'd love to hear y'alls thoughts, both of the concept and the snippet I'm sharing.
This is a great idea, you think to yourself, watching Kien shiver on your couch. It took half an hour to tie him up and get all the vibrators in plaçe, but the results are above and beyond your expectations. You congratulate yourself silently, for being a genius.
Then you decide to hell with that, he can't snark with a gag in his mouth.
You run your hands up his body, over the ropes that are keeping his legs folded open, and over the tender skin of his inner thighs, and he whined, blinking at you, when you reach the vibrator in his {if vagina: pussy /else: ass}.
"This was a great idea," you tell him, nudging it a little further in, adjusting the speed, and his eyes roll back. You watch the muscles in his shoulders tense. His arms are tied behind his back; tensing his shoulders is about all he can do right now.
"I'm a genius."
He's still confused; he doesn't know what you're up to. He's probably expecting you to do something violent or inventively cruel, any minute now.
The gag keeps his mouth open and his tongue out, making him drool like an animal; he hates it. He's humiliated by it, finds it degrading, keeps trying to shut his mouth whenever it drips, snarling a little when he can't. When you settle down beside him he tries to bury his face in your shoulder. He has a fanatic need to be put-together and presentable, all the time, no matter what; you guess it's a little unkind to make that completely impossible, but it's cute. Too cute for words.
Other portions of his anatomy are also 'drooling'. Already? Well, that's sexy. You find it nice and symmetrical, and also really fucking hot. He's so eager. Humiliating him is not really your goal, this time. But you theorise that it helps him relax if he can pretend he doesn't have a choice.
You just wanted to...
"God, you're pretty, aren't you?" You muse under your breath.
His rabbit-ears twitch. They're pointing down almost continuously, in an unconscious submissive posture, but when he hears you they perk up a bit.
"Nnnnnnggghh?" He says, eyes woefully perplexed, and you run your fingers through his soft pink hair, circling the base of his ears with your thumb.
"Of course I mean it," you tell him.
He still doesn't know what to expect. You don't have {if penis + vag: a ring around his dick and chastity belt in place /only penis: a ring around his dick //only vag: his chastity belt in place}, today. You aren't even pushing him around. He has this expression on his face, looking at you, that's almost a scowl and a question. It's the face of someone waiting for the other shoe to drop.
You slide an arm around his waist and tug him into your lap, his back pressed flush to your [pc.chest], his knees up and splayed open. You taped a set of long bullet vibrators to his chest at the edges of his pert nipples where the skin is sensitive and the nerve endings are thick; you flick them on at the same time,and he arches his back and mewls.
You can feel him start to sweat, feel his ribcage shudder as he breathes. He's shaking.
It's so lovely.
You sigh, on the back of his neck; you wrap your hands about his waist. With one hand you gently rub his stomach; with the other you touch lower, alternating pressure, squeezing and stroking.
It takes him about five minutes before he gives in and cums, and you can feel the muscles in his abdomen clench as he tries to control it, tries to stave it off. You hear him breathe rougher, you hear the sound of mild discomfort in the back of his throat. He hates making a mess of himself.
You flick on the vibrator {if penis: at the base of his dick /else: against his clit} and the high-pitched noise he makes is, you can't really describe it, but it's beautiful. Slick fluid pulses out of him, over the tops of your [pc.thighs]; it's warm, and he's shivering, and his skin feels furnace hot under your hands. It doesn't dislodge the vibrator inside, though - it's buried too deeply to move.
Once the catches his breath you turn him sideways, letting him lean back into the crook of your left arm. You keep your right hand where it was, {if penis: on his dick /else: just inside his slit} - you're running your hand over him gently, teasing a few last shivers out, petting.
"Good boy," you say and he stares at you. A red flush rises in his face. You can almost hear him thinking: who the hell do you think you are, calling him that?
Normally you would be sarcastic as hell, calling Kien 'good' of all things, but not right now, not when he's looking at you like this - lost and groundless in the corners of his irate confusion.
You press a kiss to the bridge of his nose.
He still looks like he's waiting for you to bite him.
He hasn't caught on, yet.
Then you decide to hell with that, he can't snark with a gag in his mouth.
You run your hands up his body, over the ropes that are keeping his legs folded open, and over the tender skin of his inner thighs, and he whined, blinking at you, when you reach the vibrator in his {if vagina: pussy /else: ass}.
"This was a great idea," you tell him, nudging it a little further in, adjusting the speed, and his eyes roll back. You watch the muscles in his shoulders tense. His arms are tied behind his back; tensing his shoulders is about all he can do right now.
"I'm a genius."
He's still confused; he doesn't know what you're up to. He's probably expecting you to do something violent or inventively cruel, any minute now.
The gag keeps his mouth open and his tongue out, making him drool like an animal; he hates it. He's humiliated by it, finds it degrading, keeps trying to shut his mouth whenever it drips, snarling a little when he can't. When you settle down beside him he tries to bury his face in your shoulder. He has a fanatic need to be put-together and presentable, all the time, no matter what; you guess it's a little unkind to make that completely impossible, but it's cute. Too cute for words.
Other portions of his anatomy are also 'drooling'. Already? Well, that's sexy. You find it nice and symmetrical, and also really fucking hot. He's so eager. Humiliating him is not really your goal, this time. But you theorise that it helps him relax if he can pretend he doesn't have a choice.
You just wanted to...
"God, you're pretty, aren't you?" You muse under your breath.
His rabbit-ears twitch. They're pointing down almost continuously, in an unconscious submissive posture, but when he hears you they perk up a bit.
"Nnnnnnggghh?" He says, eyes woefully perplexed, and you run your fingers through his soft pink hair, circling the base of his ears with your thumb.
"Of course I mean it," you tell him.
He still doesn't know what to expect. You don't have {if penis + vag: a ring around his dick and chastity belt in place /only penis: a ring around his dick //only vag: his chastity belt in place}, today. You aren't even pushing him around. He has this expression on his face, looking at you, that's almost a scowl and a question. It's the face of someone waiting for the other shoe to drop.
You slide an arm around his waist and tug him into your lap, his back pressed flush to your [pc.chest], his knees up and splayed open. You taped a set of long bullet vibrators to his chest at the edges of his pert nipples where the skin is sensitive and the nerve endings are thick; you flick them on at the same time,and he arches his back and mewls.
You can feel him start to sweat, feel his ribcage shudder as he breathes. He's shaking.
It's so lovely.
You sigh, on the back of his neck; you wrap your hands about his waist. With one hand you gently rub his stomach; with the other you touch lower, alternating pressure, squeezing and stroking.
It takes him about five minutes before he gives in and cums, and you can feel the muscles in his abdomen clench as he tries to control it, tries to stave it off. You hear him breathe rougher, you hear the sound of mild discomfort in the back of his throat. He hates making a mess of himself.
You flick on the vibrator {if penis: at the base of his dick /else: against his clit} and the high-pitched noise he makes is, you can't really describe it, but it's beautiful. Slick fluid pulses out of him, over the tops of your [pc.thighs]; it's warm, and he's shivering, and his skin feels furnace hot under your hands. It doesn't dislodge the vibrator inside, though - it's buried too deeply to move.
Once the catches his breath you turn him sideways, letting him lean back into the crook of your left arm. You keep your right hand where it was, {if penis: on his dick /else: just inside his slit} - you're running your hand over him gently, teasing a few last shivers out, petting.
"Good boy," you say and he stares at you. A red flush rises in his face. You can almost hear him thinking: who the hell do you think you are, calling him that?
Normally you would be sarcastic as hell, calling Kien 'good' of all things, but not right now, not when he's looking at you like this - lost and groundless in the corners of his irate confusion.
You press a kiss to the bridge of his nose.
He still looks like he's waiting for you to bite him.
He hasn't caught on, yet.
