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Mouthwashing, an extremely dark and popular visual novel, has been delisted on itch.io in a cruel stroke of censorship. My blog is all about dark fiction, and I've been following fanartists who adore this grim 1 ending game since it's inception. To be crystal clear Mouthwashing portrays sexual assault as bad. Something that only happened because the victim was isolated on a space ship away from any support system or legal backing. Bad literature, bad endings, bad ideas and bad thoughts deserve to exist. Mouthwashing is a tightly written success that quickly gained notoriety after it's release, and I don't think the hands behind it were built in a day. They, like so many other creators, probably wrote something bad first. Perhaps even something yucky, and they deserve all the success that comes with trial and error.

I'm particularly upset about this case because Mouthwashing recently became trendy. That most certainly changed an artists life. Success stories like Mouthwashing, and the few indie games that get to the top, give artists money to thrive. To enjoy their success and create more art. Sudden Fandom explosions PROVE that the starving artist myth doesn't have to be true. A "successful creative" doesn't have to work for a company, thanks to open resources like ****, ********* an **-

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tw: nsfw, female reader, non - con, degradation, hinted captivity, obsessive behavior, size difference

You fight him, goddamit, that's the worst part - you always try to fight him with all you've got, with sharp nails and smooth teeth, with your hands, your knees, with the closest pillow (since he rarely lets you touch anything with a proper egde). You give it your best - your hardest, you scratch and bite like a wild animal, getting your tears and saliva everywhere and yet... all your efforts only seem to amuse him.

"This is all you've got, princess?" He taunts as he holds you down with one hand (albeit, probably bigger than your head) while the other strips you bare with ease. "C'mon, you should make it more difficult for me. It's no fun when you just lay there and take it." He chuckles as you squirm in his hold - and the sound fills you with suffocating cold dread. Like a particularly nasty, sticky cough it sinks to your chest, making it hard to breathe through the fury and shame.

Do you have anything more about them? Or just dogman Dare specifically? I love this awful man

I'm intertwining ABO dynamics with my dog people because gender fuckery, thank you very much. There's Breeders and there's Studs and they can appear however they want.

So yeah, Darius is one of these Studs who people have tried to find partners for, but he just ends up savaging them, making then cry, and not knocking them up. They gave up after 2 tries (poor Molly in particular), and just let him be a working dog who wouldn't continue his lineage.

But of course, they retire him after the incident. He ends up in your home, looked after by your owner. A guard dog for the old woman, not for you. You're her companion, her best friend, her puppy. He's the beast by the door so that robbers turn around as soon as they open it.

And Darius is terrifying. But you don't have the common sense not to poke the bear. Not when most days you see him lazing around, looking all grumpy. The couch has a permanent outline thanks to his hefty, muscled weight being on it so often. That used to be your spot, too.

So yeah, you sit on the couch without any pants on for the few minutes he's gone to the toilet. Just enough to get a trace of your scent there, a passive aggressive way to get your spot back. He'll be the only other person to smell it.

What you don't predict is waking up in your room (where he isn't allowed to be) with the guard dog's cheek rubbing against your hole, his tongue snaking out to lap away just as you open your mouth to protest.

Normally, scenting declares ownership. You run the thought over in your head, several times, until it clicks.

Poor Darius thinks you've offered to have him as your own. You scented his favourite spot. He thinks you were being shy, offering yourself by allowing him to ignore and deny.

It's a complete misunderstanding. One that has you hobbling to the breakfast table wearing loose pants and a baggy sweater because your new mate left more suction marks and bruises on you last night than a whole heat would warrant.

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