Okay, everyone! This is Monika, and you're currently looking at @ask-the-d0kis's sideblog. Since we wanted to separate our more romantic or suggestive posts from the regular ask blog, we opened this one. This blog will explore the relationship developments of my girlfriends and me, with occasional posts of our own. Asks are always welcome through the button below. Minors and acquaintances from school, please respectfully do not interact.
M: Okay, everyone! This is Monika, and you're currently looking at @ask-the-d0kis's sideblog. Since we wanted to separate our more romantic or suggestive posts from the regular ask blog, we opened this one. This blog will explore the relationship developments of my girlfriends and me, with occasional posts of our own. Asks are always welcome through the button above. Minors and acquaintances from school, please respectfully do not interact. Please read this post until the end before sending them, though.
So, as you can guess from the title of the blog, I'm in a poly relationship with these three lovely cuties: Sayori, Yuri, and Natsuki. We just recently got together after being close friends and clubmates for a few months. We're all over 18 but still in high school. And, of course, we're all different flavors of sapphic. To briefly reintroduce myself, I'm pansexual and go by she/they pronouns, with a preference for the former, and I'm a cis girl. My figure is athletic yet feminine, and I often get complimented for my long brown hair and captivating green eyes. I guess that's what's most important to know for now. Sayori, sweetheart, would you like to go next?
S: Of course, my dear. So, I'm Sayori! I'm bi, go by she/it pronouns with a strong preference for she, and I'm also a cis girl. I like to think the red bow I wear in my hair is the signature component of my appearance. Honestly, I'm a bit chubby, but it's not too bad. It just means more flesh to hold! And just between us, my school blazer is a little small on me now, so I keep it open because I'm already a senior and it's too late to get a new one.
N: Don't lie to them, Sayo. You're doing it to show off, aren't you, dear?
S: Ehehe, maybe. You won't get that out of me so easily!
N: Yo, I'm Natsuki. I'm a lesbian, so guys, please don't ask me anything too weird, okay? I still couldn't care less about pronouns, use whatever. I personally think my girlfriends focus on that way too much. I'm cis too. I'm short and flat as a result of malnourishment by my dad. Not much to look at. I don't know what they see in me appearance-wise.
S: Nat, honey, don't say that. You know what they say, flat is justice!
N: Ihihi, yeah, that's right. I have sharp teeth, though, and they do bite.
Y: I suppose it's my turn now. Hey, I'm Yuri. I'm in fact not cis. I identify as a demiwoman, which I suppose would fall under the nonbinary umbrella. I was assigned intersex at birth. I have male genitalia, but my chromosomes and hormones are feminine. As such, I go by she/he pronouns, but feel free to address me as a girl if it is more convenient for you. I'm also bisexual. I have long purple hair, but it's shorter than Monika's. I also have large... Assets, both my breasts and my cock, and I don't tuck. They draw positive attention, but they can be a bit inconvenient at times. Still, I've never been ashamed of my identity as an intersex person. I value my uniqueness.
N: Yuri, don't you think it's a little...
Y: Perhaps it might be a lot to take in, honey, but that's precisely why I wish to be fully open with this matter. Since we said this blog will be suggestive, it's only right to make sure people come in with the right expectations about us, wouldn't you say?
N: Fair enough. But I don't think it'll be that easy to make people on the internet accept the fact that you have a dick.
M: So, that's everyone. if you have any questions that you think might be too personal for the other blog, you may ask them here.
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(OOC from here)
Hey there, lovely readers! This is the poly dokis romantic sideblog of @ask-the-d0kis, both an ask blog and an RP blog. Both are managed by @degenyuriwriter out of universe and in universe by Monika. Both take place in an AU where DDLC is a slice-of-life anime instead of a game (hence the pfp's and the header's art style), MC doesn't exist, and Monika isn't self-aware. Her personality is inspired by Monika in the Blue Skies Mod, i.e., kind, outgoing, and confident, but also a perfectionist. The rest of the dokis mostly maintain their Act 1 personalities, but with some character development already made. Please look at the original blog for that.
It might be better not to interact if you:
* Are not interested in DDLC ofc
* Feel uncomfortable with the poly dokis ship
* Are homophobic, enbyphobic, anti-polyamory, or other kinds of bigotry
* Are a minor (this blog will occasionally contain suggestive topics)
This list has only the essentials and is not limited to that.
And with that, ask away, lovely readers!
Credits for PFP and header art: Idk, found them from two hornyposters on Pinterest
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(self indulgent no plot femcyuri porn. that's all)
Mabel took after something of Yuri's. A few things, really — Yuri herself had osmosified a few of Mabel's traits (the doting, first and foremost) — but one of them often stands out; her attentiveness. Mabel can always tell, notice a change in mood, sense a rising weight in the air around them that wasn't before, spot some silent wanton.
That night, during that little dinner get-together, she could tell. The tracing of Yuri's thumb whenever their hands met, a motion just slightly too careful, as if Yuri was holding herself back. The heat of every breath she let out whenever Mabel laughed at one of Sayori's dumb stories — it prickled subtly against Mabel's earlobe. Yuri shut down so promptly whenever her girlfriend opened her mouth, like she wanted to lose no opportunity to share the air she breathed. Mabel shrugged it away, initially; her dull vocabulary be dammed, she can be imaginative.
During the walk home, there was a weight in the air. Tension. Not apologies left unsaid, not upset wanting to burst through their skin, not hurt feelings licking themselves clean. Want.
The door shut behind them. Relief slowly built, then piqued, when Yuri shed her trenchcoat and pounced onto Mabel against the wall.
Right now, they're exactly here: by the door, pressed together against the wall. Their lips are feverish, grinding together, tongues hot, slipping between and swirling into each other. It's shocking, this synchronicity, a flowstate where their minds seem linked, as if their hormones are bleeding together to form into the same need. Need. Mabel had thought the wrong word.
"Gah, Yuri—"
"Sorry," she breathes.
Mabel, too, takes her moment to inhale, before her hands pull Yuri back in. "Don't be."
Yuri takes this as a request to be bold, yet she still starts tame: her hands fondle the fabric over Mabel's collars, shoulders, her lips slip from Mabel's, upper teeth grazing and briefly pulling on the skin. Then she lowers, kisses jaw, chin, neck, and opens her mouth around the latter. She hesitates, inches back and forth, breath prickling against the skin, then bites.
Mabel moans, hands shooting out to meekly grab Yuri's hips. She rocks herself quietly back and forth, pulling on the meat of Mabel's neck, suckling with a needy mumble, and lets friction separate her lips from her flesh with a smack. Mabel's head is tilted, held against the dull wall, as if for Yuri to continue. No, she just admires her handiwork. The skin of Mabel's neck is flush, marked with teeth-shaped slits in a crooked oval, already on the verge of fading out.
She's snapped out of the reverie by Mabel's voice. "Yuu."
"Yes?" she asks, breathier than she thought she'd be.
"Wall's gonna screw up my back."
"Okay," Yuri says, succinct, nodding as she carefully steps back until Mabel steps forward.
As if to pseudo-tackle her, Mabel wraps her arms around Yuri's midsection and, like a poorly synchronized dance, walks her to the couch. It likely won't be much better for her spine, but they're both far too wobbly and hazy for the stairs.
Time blurs around them by the time the headrest tilts. Hands run like rivulets down Mabel's midsection, coalescing at the hems of her knit sweatshirt and black jeans. Yuri's thumbs betray an anxious indecisiveness, flicking at the rate of her breaths, until she feels a gentle grasp on her forearm, rising up to the joint of her elbow.
Mabel's eyes have always looked so kind, even in moments like this. It makes Yuri weak, such that her knees threaten to wobble between Mabel's hips and make her fall forward. Although, maybe that wouldn't be bad at all.
Yuri leans in, hands sliding back up — now beneath Mabel's top — fingertips trailing over the slopes of her ribcage. Their lips hover close; Mabel briefly leans in by a centimeter, as if expectant, and sheepishly pulls back when their lips don't meet. She's left awkwardly frozen for a moment, until she manages to let her hands hover up, then weakly latch on to Yuri's waist and then the small of her back.
Only then do they kiss again, slow, measured, holding themselves back, parting with a soft, wet click. Yuri's hands keep feeling, circling around the same nondescript spots of warm skin, until her fingertips rise high and bump into hard fabric. She now has something to do.
With a shudder, she slides her hands out, then grabs fistfuls of Mabel's sweatshirt, brusquely pulling it up such that it catches Mabel off guard; her stomach tingles from the sudden breeze, transfiguring into a hot prickle that wriggles its way into her chest, her ears.
Mabel's arms awkwardly rise so she can be freed from her top. Only the sports bra stands in Yuri's way, and she hooks her thumbs beneath to half-heartedly pull it upwards for Mabel's breasts to humbly flop out. She shudders, legs shifting against Yuri's.
Yuri shifts, legs crossing over one of Mabel's so that she can lie beside her rather than straddle. She admires, adores, puffy nipples hardened, and brands a kiss on the meat of one tit. She's praised with a sensitive moan, and so her lips progress, lower, kisses becoming nibbles and bites on the more supple bits of flesh; Mabel's hip, her stomach, her navel.
Yuri wanted so desperately to quietly crawl under that table.
"Don't..." Mabel shudders. "You don't think you're a little overdressed?"
Yuri stops, head rising to stare into her eyes, attempting to find judgment, only to find a stupid smile. "Ah. Yes."
She glances between her previous target — a trail of hairs leading up to a belly button — and Mabel, before sighing and straightening herself enough to reach for her undershirt. A glimpse of Mabel's expectant gaze gives Yuri pause; she'd thought to be quick, but now she figures her beloved would like to watch.
Yuri moves again; this time, she pushes herself off the couch with a light grunt, then stands, the living room light cast slightly behind her like a misplaced halo, and sighs before slipping her hands under the folded hem of her undershirt. She's quiet, gradual, but not theatrical; her hands slide up straightly, stop just under the curve of her bust, fingertips scraping against her bra. A beat. Yuri lets her hands drag up her heft, then let it crash back down.
Mabel's ecstatic sigh feels like a kiss in the back of her neck. It has that same enfeebling effect, and so Yuri soon finds herself in her most natural state — on her knees.
Mabel's eyes look like they could glow and cast a light over Yuri. That gaze nearly makes her heart palpitate; expectant, wanting, loving. She breathes hotly, leaning over, hands rising from the rough fabric on Mabel's knees to slide to the waist of her jeans.
Her hands are steady, as if Yuri is carefully unwrapping a present; the button pops out, the sound sending a tingle through her gut, and down comes the zipper. The sound of jeans sliding down skin fills the room as Yuri sighs, holding back a moan, eyes mulling over the shape sculpted beneath Mabel's boxers.
She leans over, hands now ginger around Mabel's waist, a nose and parted lips ghosting over the tent, the carnal scent barely coming through the pores in the fabric. Yuri shivers at a sudden touch, fingers washing through locks of her hair, ever so slightly damp, warm, the feeling broiling through Yuri's head. Her lips twitch, eyes trailing over to gleaming browns.
"I wanted you horribly, love." Yuri shudders, Mabel's fingers curling slightly, the edges of her fingernails prickling softly against the scalp. "They wouldn't stop talking."
Mabel chuckles out of a sigh. "You sound jealous, babe."
Yuri blinks. Her face somehow manages to feel hotter. "Mm— mm... it's not like that..."
Swiftly, that hand slides, and the pad of a thumb is suddenly pressing Yuri's lip with the gentleness of a falling leaf. Like a puppet pulled by a string, Yuri's good hand slopes over to hook under the hem of Mabel's boxers, hairs prickling the joints of her fingers, and sloppily yanks down until just below her balls.
Yuri's thighs clamp together, eyes trained on Mabel's cock as it springs out to stand straight, tall. Briefly, she loses herself on a gleaming bead hanging from the slit; an impulse pulls her in, lips and then tongue sliding up the shaft. Her mouth, breathy, wraps around the swollen head, jaw gingerly pushing, as if a suckle and a kiss.
Another hand dutifully warms the base, fingers wrapped around, gingerly rubbing up, down, driving her closer, thumbing softly on the core of the vein at the middle. With a suckle, saliva squeezed between cock and lip, Yuri leans further. Mabel chokes out a shudder, then a mewl, and the vein beneath her cockhead thrums lovingly on Yuri's tongue.
With a sort of bounce, Yuri descends, mumbling as her lips stretch ever so slightly around Mabel's girth, tongue twitching and swirling around the curve of the shaft. Another suckle, a wide-mouthed kiss, and Yuri pulls back, softly gasping.
Her eyes are drawn to it again. The top half of Mabel's dick glistens, gleaming with the start of her handiwork, the flesh slightly flush, twitching, wanting. Yuri switches her grip so that her right hand keeps the shaft upright, then wraps her opposite one around the head. Her grasp wavers between squeezing and rubbing, the base of her thumb carressing the girth as the pad of the finger forms crooked circles on the slit, down the vein. Mabel's legs quake, another choked breath and shuddered moan gracing Yuri's ears.
Her movements quicken and her hand strokes Mabel's cock in careful twisting motions, feeling its throb, the warm oozing on her palm, her lover's breaths, heavy, oscillating into panting. The scent of her pleasure grasps Yuri like a tightening leash, and her head lowers so she can savor her again. Deeper and deeper every time, lips squeezing and softening, tongue swirling wildly until she's out of breath. She pulls away, glances up at Mabel, watches her drunken expression of blissful pleasure. More. Her girlfriend deserves more.
Her palms wriggle between Mabel's navel, then hold onto her thighs, and Yuri lets her head sink until she feels the back of her throat be wetly kissed.
Again. She softly gags. Again. She mumbles, thighs rubbing together against her clothed erection. Her eyes roll up to watch again, Mabel's lips parting, going from wide open to bitten, croaky, crooked moans pouring out of them. Beads of saliva slicken her lips, her tongue dribbling, lovely salt filling the gaps inside her mouth...
"Yuri, breathe—"
Yuri freezes suddenly, blinks, and her lips drag away from Mabel's length. She sighs, then breathes, then starts to pant. Her chest had started to tighten. She sighs again, then chuckles, bringing a finger to the corner of her lip.
"I hadn't... I..." Mabel's looking at her with an adorable look of apologetic concern. "I got carried away."
"I noticed." Mabel sighs, almost relieved. Her hand wriggles on her own thigh to slip beneath Yuri's, thumb rubbing the joint of her wrist.
Yuri doesn't stand idle for long; soon, she finds herself grasping Mabel again, dutifully keeping her bloodflow right where it should be. She strokes absently, cheek nestling onto Mabel's thigh.
"You could... um..." Mabel starts, legs shifting quietly.
Yuri shifts her attention. "Yes?" In lieu of a full sentence, she looks for one in Mabel's eyes, that gaze nervously drifting.
"Use your..."
"Mm-hm?"
"... boobs." She almost whispers the word. It's kind of funny and most certainly adorable.
"Yes," Yuri grins.
Time blurs again, Mabel's head slowing its spin. She looks down, and with a click the laced cups covering Yuri's breasts topple over her lap. The edges of splotchy, dark brown areolas glisten subtly, and Yuri slips her hands beneath the meat of each breast, lifts them, carries them to slip Mabel's cock between. They sit, warm over her groin, set like a meal onto a plate. Mabel's eyes rest on a tiny mole on the arch of Yuri's left tit.
She gasps, hips bucking ever so slightly upwards. Yuri's hands are dutiful, manipulating each mound to squeeze and stroke as if they were her own hands; warm, smooth velvet wrapping around her, rising, falling, pressing into her.
Yuri's eyes are trained on her dick, head swollen and thick, pre-ejaculate oozing down the valley of her breasts. Her lips are parted, the tip of her tongue sat just behind, as if she's resisting the urge to sink onto it again. Then their eyes meet, gazes full with a hot tension that seems to melt together, until Yuri leans in, squeezing her tits tight around Mabel's cock, and this time it's Yuri's name that slips from her mouth.
Her name, then a whimper. Her frenulum thrums hot against Yuri's sternum, every other inch warmly, steadily accommodated by the soft meat of each breast. Through her own blurry vision, she can see a familiar, unbridled neediness in Yuri's eyes.
Somehow, it might have been that that made her burst.
Hot, electric pleasure erupts from her core to the tips of her toes, and it's as if Mabel loses control of her lips, slack for every embarrassing noise to dribble out of her. Beneath her own whimpers, she can just barely make out Yuri's ecstatic breathing.
The feeling spreads to her temples until her entire head is submerged in tingles and throbs, as if carressing her brain, and it kisses her on the forehead before ebbing out into bliss.
Her eyes close, a feeling akin to sleepiness fills the backs of her eyes. When they open, the living room light feels too bright. Her bones feel almost gelatinous. Everywhere smells and feels like a hint of sweat. Yuri seems as satiated as Mabel, and they both let out quiet sighs.
Yuri looks... Mabel softly mouths a swear. Semen beads down her chin, the rest — most of it — coalesces in a dribbling puddle in the gap between Yuri's boobs.
"Do you... need me to...?"
"Hhah?" Yuri slurs. "Mm, no, I... came... somehow..."
... clean her. Good grief. She really did need this.
"I'm sorry about the skirt." Mabel slips her hand through Yuri's locks again, feels the warmth of her temple, the slight pulse. Half-lidded, lazy eyes are looking up at Mabel from the head on her thigh, an absent smile shaping glistened lips.
"Thank you, love." That small, quiet tone. For a second, Mabel feels as if she could scoop Yuri up in her hands.
She smiles weakly. "We should go for a bath right now."
Yuri begins to stand. "Yes, agree— eed!" The wobble in her legs betrays her, and she flops onto the cushions. It makes Mabel tense up, but Yuri quickly squirms over to her. They share a deeply idiotic smile, and the cushion soon becomes Mabel's shoulder.
M: Hey guys, unfortunately, we haven't really received new asks in a while. I know I've been posting new content of our own, but this blog is still first and foremost an ask blog. We also got a bunch of new followers over time, which we all greatly appreciate. Liking and reblogging is more than enough, but sending in asks is a great opportunity to participate more directly in growing and developing our blog! The more active you are in engaging with it, the more content you'll get in return.
S: Say, Yuri, with your dick and stuff... Do you still have periods?
Y: Excuse me? I must have misheard...
S: No, you heard right. I want to know how it works with your unique body. I want to help take care of you, because period cramps are terrible for me.
Y: I see. Well, it's complicated. While my hormonal changes still make me suffer when I'm ovulating or during my period, there's no physical effect like bleeding, as I don't have a– Wait, I know that look of yours.
S: So you ovulate too? That's, um, really good to hear. No, I mean... Ehehe, if you wanted my help... I know you enjoy my head.
Y: So forward... What's gotten into you today?
S: Yuri, I'm going to hold your hand when I say this...
Y: Oh my God. ________________________________________________________________
Y: Say, Sayori, can I ask you something personal? It's related to my former... Um, problem. I think you could relate.
S: You think my depression can help you understand your own issue? Go for it, then. I want to help in any way I can.
Y: Thank you, sweetheart. So, with your, um, motivation issues–
S: My depression. I just call it how it is nowadays. Playing it safe is just pretending that feeling how I feel sometimes is the real taboo.
Y: I value that perspective. So with your depression, did you ever... Hurt yourself in any way because of it?
S: No, I can't say I have. It never went beyond thoughts. I was always too scared to harm myself, even at my lowest. Even when disappearing forever seemed like the best option for everyone, I'd still suffer for it, at the very least, I thought. I always imagined dying unnaturally would be very painful. Why do you ask this so suddenly?
Y: As someone sensitive and aware of this topic, I wondered what you think of my scars. As you know well, I usually wear long sleeves because of them. But I think I might wish to start wearing short-sleeved tops again.
S: Oh, you think? I'm very glad to hear it. Your growth is admirable. I think that it might be better to avoid it in public, at least at first. But when you're alone, or just with me or the others, go for it! I'd love to see you more secure in your own body, because it's beautiful. Your boobs, your dick, the scars on your forearms... All of them are beautiful because they're all part of your identity. So if you want to show them off more, go for it! I'm sure Moni and Nat will appreciate it just as I do.
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Monika: Slim, athletic build, C cups, shaved. Ideal sporty physique. The sight of her in a sports bra and tights when working out is one that the others can barely look away from.
Sayori: Chubby (to a healthy degree), B cups, trimmed. Very soft for cuddling. When she doesn't trim her bush for too long, there's a little happy trail peeking from above her panties. She's self-conscious about it (perhaps even more than her weight), but the others have assured her they like it multiple times.
Natsuki: Underweight, A cups, shaved. Nothing much to explain here. Poor girl is abused and malnourished. (She'll get better once she moves out, though)
Yuri: Healthy weight, D cups, dick is around 20 cm long and uncut. Big tits and big dick, the best of both worlds.
S: Hey Monika, can you come over? I'm not feeling it today.
M: Oh no! What's wrong, sweetheart?
S: Executive dysfunction hit, so I'm not feeling like doing anything, or that I can't do anything competently.
M: That sounds terrible. I'll be glad to help, but how exactly do you want me to do that?
S: Can you just come over and stare at me being productive while you whisper encouraging words in my ear? That'd motivate me really well.
M: What?
S: I mean what I said. I love it when you give me those doe eyes.
M: Sayori, sometimes when I look at you, you're like code that compiles on the first try.
S: Fortunate? A piece of brilliance? A big time saver??
M: More like something unnerving is going on under the surface that would take a long time to uncover and help fix.
S: Oof, that's kinda mean, Moni... I thought you were flirting. You're not wrong, though. That does describe my depression pretty well.
can really see monika being a sweat and musk freak. yuri comes home wearing those all-too tight jeans and monika shushes away her protests as she pulls them down to breathily rub her face between yuri's cock and balls
(Mod post) I know it's relatively tmi even for this blog, so it's a risky post, but... Have any of you played the DDLC ecchi fangame Doki Doki on Vacations? I've seen that it's fairly popular for what it is. I was looking for Ren'Py visual novels on itch.io, found it randomly, and thought, "It's DDLC related, so I have to play it and write about it here." It was actually... Not as bad as I imagined lol.
I mean, I only played halfway through the Yuri route before I realized I forgot to save, but I got the gist, I think. Any more than that, and I wouldn't be playing it for the plot anymore.
The plot premise and gameplay are both pretty simple, and the character stories are pretty isolated from one another, which kind of breaks the point of DDLC normal dating sim/sidestories style content. It is an NSFW mod with fanon MC, though, no doki-to-doki action, so be warned.
The writing itself, though... Is actually pretty damn good. Everyone's written faithfully to the source material, with clear effort and care being put in. They or their tropes aren't being objectified either. Not a single Yuri pen joke in sight, and the one mention of her self-harm is delivered tactfully and respectfully.
Idk, I just found it kind of ironic that this fandom is in such a state of poor reading comprehension and purposeful mischaracterization where a fucking hentai parody (affectionate) is written better than some of the most popular mods. Blue Skies, which is a nearly universally beloved mod and part of my inspiration for the main blog's themes, has Natsuki often acting mean for no reason other than to act as drama fuel. Monika After Story, that while being mixed, you can't deny it being one of the most significant DDLC mods ever made, is written abysmally poorly, as I talked about before. I haven't played Exit Music, but I know enough about it to understand that, yeah, poor Nat is getting mischaracterized as fuck over there.
As a fan content writer, one of my top priorities is being believably faithful to the source material (unless it's an AU like here ofc), even going out of my way to verify stuff if needed. So seeing so many talented creators not care about that on purpose is upsetting, to put it lightly.
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moni! i just read through your newest post, and yes yes i believe calling them is a good idea 😋
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Monika booty calls the Dokis, part 1
It was a regular weekday evening. Yuri was at her lonely home, enjoying her novel and tea, as she does on most weekdays. Her homework was already long done, and she was truly immersed in her dark YA mystery thriller. Suddenly, just as she was getting to the part where the detective was pursuing the fleeing killer on the run, she received a worrying text in the Dokis' private group chat from Monika.
'Hey, can we all video call? I have something important to talk about.'
A quick response from Sayori, 'I'm free right now. You can call me.'
Nat, of course, sent something snarky, but Yuri could tell her concern even through the text. 'Can't it wait 4 tomorrow? But sure, you can call me in 5. Let me wrap up a few things, feels like it's gonna take a while'
Yuri decided to tease her lightly. 'Monika's clearly troubled. Don't you want to prioritize your girlfriend?'
Nat's response was soon after, with an angry emoji reaction to boot. 'Some of us need more than a bookmark to save things for later, Yuri. I'll be there asap'
Monika had to remind the two to get back on track. 'Yuri, I take it you're also free then?'
'Oh, right... Yes, I'm free. I'd love to hear from you, dear.'
Yuri could feel the resolve shine through Monika's following response, that drive part of what she loved and found inspiring in her. 'Okay, I'm video calling the group chat then. My parents are asleep, so I can't be too loud.'
Before Nat could ask what she meant by that, Yuri's phone was already ringing with a LINE group video call. She took a moment to run her fingers through her hair before accepting the call.
M: "Okay, everyone! I suppose we'll be waiting a bit for Nat. Are you doing well? How was your afternoon, you two?"
S: "It was good! I did my homework, then got on my game, did my dailies, explored a little... Moni, what's this about, exactly? Can you give us a hint?"
M: "Let's just say it's something personal. You'll hear it soon."
Y: "I see. Well, my evening was lovely as well. I'm still reading that book. And... I thought of you, actually."
M: "Oh, really? You thought of me, darling? I find myself thinking about you more often than I don't."
S: "Moni, you okay? You sound a little breathy, but I can't see anything off. Were you working out recently?"
M: "I... Suppose you can call it that, yeah."
Before Sayori had a chance to bother Monika with any more questions, Natsuki finally joined the call herself.
N: "Yo, I'm here. So what's this about, dear?"
M: "Good. Okay, well, I suppose it's related to what we did on Saturday."
Uuu... That was what Yuri feared. Was it not to their liking? Did they go too fast? Do too much?
Y: "Oh. Did you... Not like it? I was doing my best to please."
Thankfully, Monika was quick to dismiss the thought.
M: "Darling, it's not that at all! I loved it. In fact, my problem is that I can't stop thinking about it..."
A long, thoughtful sigh from Monika before continuing.
M: "Alright, I'll just be honest. I think I'm ovulating."
S: "Really? You are?"
M: "Yes. I couldn't stop thinking about you three all day, but I couldn't just invite you home. I was trying to be good and restrain myself, but I don't think I can now that I have you as my girlfriends. I mean... we fucked last weekend. Isn't it too soon?"
S: "Say no more, dear, I'm coming over!"
M: "You will? Thank you, sweetheart."
N: "Sorry, but I can't make it. Papa doesn't let me see friends on school nights without getting permission in advance. Could you maybe record it and send it here? Even an audio would be fine if you wanna be discreet. I'll make sure to give it a listen."
Y: "I'll come over too, then... A threesome is much better than nothing. I want to see Moni all needy and eager for us to please her. And honey... I hope you'll be thinking about me during your listen."
N: "Yeah, yeah. Enjoy getting your freak on, girls. I'm getting my ass busted enough trying to perfect these songs on master difficulty, thank you very much. (Mafuyu looking ass...)"
Monika was waiting patiently for the two to arrive at her place, but the feeling of need didn't go away. She couldn't resist rubbing part of her blanket between her clothed thighs as she thought of them. And the knowledge that they were going to record it all for Natsuki's listening pleasure... That made it even better, even if it was a pity she couldn't make it. She knew it wasn't personal, of course, with her controlling father and all.
After a while, she heard the doorbell ring. "Coming!" Monika exclaimed as she made her way to the living room and unlocked the door. In came Yuri and Sayori, the former's purple eyes having that gentle but intense look she loved, and Sayori with an adorable but sly smile on her face. "Hey there. I'm really glad you two could make it on such short notice. Take your coats and shoes off, and we'll go upstairs, okay? I'm sorry for not offering you some warm tea on this cool evening. I'm too needy and unfocused for that right now, to be perfectly honest. Besides, I don't want to risk waking them up."
Sayori was quick to dismiss Monika's worries, shaking her head. "There's no need to apologize, Moni! You must be going through a lot right now, so it's understandable that being an ideal host isn't the top priority for you right now."
Yuri let out a soft hum of agreement as she did as asked, removing her coat and shoes. "Lead the way. Is everything ready?"
"Of course it is. You say it like I'm a sex fiend with half a dozen different toys. Only the first half of that statement is correct, you know." Monika replied teasingly as she led them to her room, and Sayori couldn't help but laugh at her joke.
The moment they made it in and Monika locked the door, the shorter girl was about to lean in for a kiss, but Yuri stopped her.
"Hold on, sweetheart. We have to record this for Nat, remember?"
"Ah, right. She'll be with us in spirit, in the group chat's filthy audio. Is everything ready, then? I am."
"I'm ready as well. Please begin the audio recording, dear."
"Right away." As Monika pulled out her phone, she pressed record and put it on her nightstand. Her tone dropped to being seductive and needy, perfect for the plan. "Hey, Nat~ I hope you're listening to this somewhere quiet and private. I'm here with Sayo and Yuri, and I want them so bad... I can barely wait any longer."
"You don't have to wait, dear... We're right here for you."
"Just tell us what to do."
"I want to kiss you girls... I need to feel your lips against mine."
Without another moment of waiting, their lips crashed together in a three-way kiss, their tongues brushing against each other, and their hands roaming each other's bodies frenetically.
As the kiss parted, they moved towards the bed, their outer layers flying through the room carelessly until they were left in their underwear. Monika's toned figure, Sayori's slightly chubby one, and Yuri's ample one were all on full display except for their underwear.
"I can never get enough of seeing you like this. You're so beautiful. I want your lips on my body... Everywhere." And with that, Monika lay back against her bed, the other girls being quick to join her.
@trashed-sticky-notes
moni! i just read through your newest post, and yes yes i believe calling them is a good idea 😋
- @trashed-sticky-notes
Monika booty calls the Dokis, part 1
It was a regular weekday evening. Yuri was at her lonely home, enjoying her novel and tea, as she does on most weekdays. Her homework was already long done, and she was truly immersed in her dark YA mystery thriller. Suddenly, just as she was getting to the part where the detective was pursuing the fleeing killer on the run, she received a worrying text in the Dokis' private group chat from Monika.
'Hey, can we all video call? I have something important to talk about.'
A quick response from Sayori, 'I'm free right now. You can call me.'
Nat, of course, sent something snarky, but Yuri could tell her concern even through the text. 'Can't it wait 4 tomorrow? But sure, you can call me in 5. Let me wrap up a few things, feels like it's gonna take a while'
Yuri decided to tease her lightly. 'Monika's clearly troubled. Don't you want to prioritize your girlfriend?'
Nat's response was soon after, with an angry emoji reaction to boot. 'Some of us need more than a bookmark to save things for later, Yuri. I'll be there asap'
Monika had to remind the two to get back on track. 'Yuri, I take it you're also free then?'
'Oh, right... Yes, I'm free. I'd love to hear from you, dear.'
Yuri could feel the resolve shine through Monika's following response, that drive part of what she loved and found inspiring in her. 'Okay, I'm video calling the group chat then. My parents are asleep, so I can't be too loud.'
Before Nat could ask what she meant by that, Yuri's phone was already ringing with a LINE group video call. She took a moment to run her fingers through her hair before accepting the call.
M: "Okay, everyone! I suppose we'll be waiting a bit for Nat. Are you doing well? How was your afternoon, you two?"
S: "It was good! I did my homework, then got on my game, did my dailies, explored a little... Moni, what's this about, exactly? Can you give us a hint?"
M: "Let's just say it's something personal. You'll hear it soon."
Y: "I see. Well, my evening was lovely as well. I'm still reading that book. And... I thought of you, actually."
M: "Oh, really? You thought of me, darling? I find myself thinking about you more often than I don't."
S: "Moni, you okay? You sound a little breathy, but I can't see anything off. Were you working out recently?"
M: "I... Suppose you can call it that, yeah."
Before Sayori had a chance to bother Monika with any more questions, Natsuki finally joined the call herself.
N: "Yo, I'm here. So what's this about, dear?"
M: "Good. Okay, well, I suppose it's related to what we did on Saturday."
Uuu... That was what Yuri feared. Was it not to their liking? Did they go too fast? Do too much?
Y: "Oh. Did you... Not like it? I was doing my best to please."
Thankfully, Monika was quick to dismiss the thought.
M: "Darling, it's not that at all! I loved it. In fact, my problem is that I can't stop thinking about it..."
A long, thoughtful sigh from Monika before continuing.
M: "Alright, I'll just be honest. I think I'm ovulating."
S: "Really? You are?"
M: "Yes. I couldn't stop thinking about you three all day, but I couldn't just invite you home. I was trying to be good and restrain myself, but I don't think I can now that I have you as my girlfriends. I mean... we fucked last weekend. Isn't it too soon?"
S: "Say no more, dear, I'm coming over!"
M: "You will? Thank you, sweetheart."
N: "Sorry, but I can't make it. Papa doesn't let me see friends on school nights without getting permission in advance. Could you maybe record it and send it here? Even an audio would be fine if you wanna be discreet. I'll make sure to give it a listen."
Y: "I'll come over too, then... A threesome is much better than nothing. I want to see Moni all needy and eager for us to please her. And honey... I hope you'll be thinking about me during your listen."
N: "Yeah, yeah. Enjoy getting your freak on, girls. I'm getting my ass busted enough trying to perfect these songs on master difficulty, thank you very much. (Mafuyu looking ass...)"
"Is something wrong, Miss Monika? You're all... jumpy."
"Nothing at all! I just, um... No, I'm alright!"
You're an awful liar.
"Fuck, Monnie... Mmph, this- Haah- This isn't enough..."
Monika, heir to her family's programming company, was currently away on a strictly business trip in America. She'd quickly come to hate the place, but that wasn't relevant to the current moment. In a week filled with nothing but meetings were she was being talked around instead of to, nights filled with her going over her schedule for the next day over and over so she knew exactly what was happening when... she'd struggled to focus.
She was a few days behind on her period, which naturally led to ovulation. ...which she could usually handle, with a simple text to one of her partners that she was coming over, but being away? In the confines of a cramped hotel room with thin walls and early mornings?
Sayori had decided that was the best time to send her the most explicit content she could. And, naturally, it worked.
A video sent in the middle of a meeting, and the bright burn on Monika's cheeks being quick to draw attention of her possibly-soon-to-be coworkers and boss. Hidden from plain view, but not from Monika.
Her girlfriend was on beautiful display in her bedroom, completely stripped bare, save for the pillow she had tucked beneath herself and between her thighs. She was saying... something, Monika couldn't hear while in the meeting, but the ultimate conclusion was to watch it later, when she was alone and away from prying eyes.
Silicone against wet skin, heavy pants and little whimpers, the occasional swear... And, god, her girlfriend had the audacity to send this to her when she couldn't even be there to replace that stupid, stupid toy between her palms? Ridiculous.
"Fuck, I need you so bad, Moni... I've tried to be good, I have, but- Oh, god..."
Monika's own hand followed the pace Sayori set for herself in the video - a ridiculous hour-long video of just... her jerking off... - trailing her fingers up against her throbbing clit when Sayori pulled out, then down the sides of the nerves when she pushed back into the stupid fleshlight.
This was... filthy. Repulsive, even. She couldn't even handle herself for a single week? Sure, she might be ovulating, and her girlfriends are all attractive in their own ways, and she might have been thinking about being pushed down into their bedding at home and feeling so good that her eyes roll back and she could see stars, but this was uncalled for! She should have more decency than to be in a huff to get back to her hotel room, closing her door a bit roughly behind her and not even bothering to turn on the lights before peeling her shoes and pants off, crawling her way into her bed.
"Mhm, mhm- Moni, I wanna know you're f- following what I'm doing, okay-? I know you're away and all, but all that- that stress isn't good for you, and-"
Her hips buck forward noticeably harder.
"-and you deserve to r- rela- Oh, fuck-!"
Monika's fingers followed suit, quickening their pace and tempo, only allowing more slick sounds to reach her ears, even when she didn't have the decency to strip fully. This was pathetic...
And she was so close that she could cry.
"Say, please... please, please-"
Her girlfriend couldn't even hear her, and yet, she was begging anyways?
Absurd.
Each time Sayori's pace shifted, Monika followed, like a silent command that only she knew. No matter what she did, though, something was just... missing. She knew her body was aching for that finish line, she could feel it in every inch of her being, but the dam just wouldn't break.
Sayori, please... Fuck, this isn't working...
"Can you cum for me, pretty girl? You've been so good, come on..."
Her eyes opened, widening slightly at the sudden praise, and in the next few moments, her body was bucking into her own palm, eyes shut and slightly dazy as she felt herself metaphorically glowing pure white.
Monika felt the muscles in her thighs tighten and loosen in a pattern that she couldn't quite mimic, letting out a few quiet moans as her body convulsed against her fingertips.
Once the waves mostly passed, she took a moment to catch her breath, staring blankly at her shut eyelids while her mind composed once more. Her free hand came up to the dim screen next to her, typing out a simple message.
Wowww, without me there? How rude...
The message was read, a brief typing symbol appeared before vanishing, then her phone buzzed in her hands.
Sayori was calling her.
"What, want me to do it with you this time? ...actually... your breathing says you might have already, ehehe~!"
"Shush... you can't just s- send a girl a video of you... d- doing that and expect her not to do anything with it-!"
"Awwww, poor little Moni couldn't keep her hands to herself!"
(Mod post) Hey guys, quick reminder here that asks are open for this blog too! I'm thinking of taking ficlet requests or some other kinds of nsfw writing as well. Maybe even some rp collab like with the main blog (can be in DMs with permission if you're more comfortable with that). Keep in mind that while most of the Dokis are into men as well, any request that covers hetero content will be rejected outright unless it can be reenacted with Yuri (Strictly speaking, in my AU, she's an intersex demiwoman with outer male genitals and an inner female reproductive system). Keep things in line with this AU pls! This is, of course, inspired by @nataafterdark and @trashed-sticky-notes and their own smutty ficlets.
M: Mmm, I'm so fucking horny today... Well, I suppose opening with that and this title might be too forward even for a horny blog, but I'm practicing being unashamed of expressing my genuine self on Tumblr.
You guys remember when we had that Valentine's Day date? It was great! We went out after school to that Natsuki meat restaurant we mentioned on main, then we went for a walk in the park... It was such a cute little date. Yuri gave us three carefully chosen bouquets (red roses for me, sunflowers for Sayo, and cherry blossoms for Nat). She clearly put a lot of thought into the symbolism.
Then, after the time in the park, I invited them home. I had an empty house, as my parents went out on vacation in Sapporo for their Valentine's Day date (Yes, I know we have to be rich to afford this for a weekend on a whim, now shut up). Natsuki gifted us a box of chocolates she made herself, which we all ate together. After that, we watched a silly romcom and cuddled. Eventually, my hand started straying towards Yuri's lap, Sayo leaned in a little closer... Before long, I was sucking Yuri off while fingering Sayo at the same time. Sayo was so adorably submissive the whole time, making sure we all felt good, and Nat wanted to act out some things from her doujins I couldn't even guess. In short, our first time was perfect. I'll remember it for a long time.
So, a few days later, I wake up, and what do I find out? I'm ovulating. Couldn't it come a few days earlier? I just can't stop replaying it in my head. Sayo's moans when she begs for release, the way Yuri's dick was swallowed by my inner walls... I can't fucking help it. I want my girls, any of them, to come over so bad, but I'm afraid to come off as too needy, as it hasn't even been a week. I guess I'll just... Touch myself like I used to. Or should I call the group chat, at least?
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M: Hey there, we wanted to wish a happy holiday for those who celebrate! And this time, it's not a scheduled post, I swear. We're getting ready to go out now, so I thought we should publish this before we do.
S: And if you don't have anyone to celebrate it with, that's okay! You're not alone. You can celebrate platonic affection with your besties instead. I bet that's what the four of us would do if we weren't dating.
Y: Before we started dating, I used to think Valentine's Day was a dumb, commercialized celebration made to sell more flowers and chocolate. And it's a fine way of thinking, but after being with my lovely girls, well... I learned that being in love and actually experiencing it are two wholly different things, if that makes sense.
N: Mm, you can say such smart things sometimes, darling. Yeah, I'm living my longtime fantasies by being with you girls. And if Moni's in charge of planning, it's gonna be perfect, I just know it. As promised, I'll tone down the snark today, just for you... Unless you ask really nicely.
S: I'm so excited, ehehe!
M: Sayo, aren't you forgetting something?
S: Oh, right! You might be wondering why the blog went silent again for a few days. This time, it's on me. I got sick and missed a few school days, so we canceled the Literature Club's blog activity this week.
M: Mhm. I know from experience how important but also how hard it is to post consistently. It's even harder when the text for most posts has to be coordinated between four people. But that's okay! I know you'll always wait for us, right guys?
S: Well, at least I got sick at the perfect time if anything. Just after exams, but just before our most important date yet. I'm all good now, though, so don't worry about me. We'll respond to what we missed ASAP!
M: Hey guys, you might be wondering about our radio silence last week. Well, it's probably what you think. Exams! It was midterms week at school, so we had to change up our club meetings.
S: Yeah, we actually used our club meetings for some extra study time. Unfortunately, that meant we couldn't write new poems to share or focus on our blogs. But at least we still spent plenty of time together!
Y: I also spent some time after school helping Monika and Sayori study at their homes. Sayo's actually been doing a good job trying to comprehend my explanations, and we've been making good progress. She even complimented me for being almost as good at explaining things as Monika is, which was very reassuring. With her, though... Let's just say we've struggled to focus more, but in a good way.
N: That's putting it lightly. When we were all four of us, you were minutes from just giving up on studying and– Wait, that's going on the main blog, right? Frick. It might take me a minute to get back into the swing of things.
M: That's okay, Nat, you can take your time. But you're right. With someone as perfect as Yuri, it's sometimes hard for me to focus. You really make me feel warm inside, darling.
Y: Your compliments are very reassuring, my girls. With someone as anxious as I am, they really help me feel more secure.
