Firstup
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- Firstup was last seen:
- In another dimension
- Gender:
- Male
- Birthday:
- November 22, 2001
- Location:
- Florida
- When I'm not writing erotica I like to
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Role play on discord and play video games if I'm not at work.
- When I'm not reading erotica I like to read
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Comics or novels, I'm currently on fight club.
- My favorite word for "penis" is
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Cock or dicklet
- My favorite word for "vagina" is
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Pussy or cunt
- I write erotica because
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Bored or horny
- In conclusion, I am
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An asshole, but can do nice things for shits and giggles. I'm also looking for someone to proofread and help my work, message me if you're interested.
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It would see a doorway. by Firstup
Chapter 6 in Corrupted Interface
The veil between Aithlin's Watch and the edge of the dungeon shimmered like a membrane, thin, quivering, coded. Hannah crossed first. Her breath caught as the glyphs tattooed into her skin lit with a low, warning pulse. Behind her, Kaelith followed in silence, bark-armored and ey...
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The Answer Was More by Firstup
Chapter 5 in Corrupted Interface
The sanctum was silent but not still. Its walls pulsed faintly as though the stone inhaled. Alone now, Hannah stood in its center, surrounded by bioluminescent glyphs that crawled like vines, then paused, watching her. She took a step and felt the room respond, the resonance deep...
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The Steward’s Wager by Firstup
Chapter 4 in Corrupted Interface
The sanctum's threshold opened like a mouth inhaling scent, the living walls of Aithlin's Watch parting with a breathless invitation. Hannah stepped inside, the glyphlight from her skin bleeding into the chamber around her, matching its pulse beat for beat. Heat soaked into her f...
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- 367 Views
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The First Surrender by Firstup
Chapter 3 in Corrupted Interface
The trees parted with the obedience of a secret, and Aithlin's Watch unveiled itself like a bloom breathing in slow motion. But unlike the dense sprawl of dungeon towns that grew around singular cavernous vaults or fortified towers, Aithlin's Watch clung lightly to the edge of th...
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- 530 Views
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A player in a new world. by Firstup
Chapter 2 in Corrupted Interface
The forest was breathing. It wasn’t the sterile void she remembered falling into. That had been cold, silent, like being sealed in an oubliette of static. But this, this place pulsed. She’d died in that cradle, she had felt it, the implosion, the silence, the tearing away. She h...
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Introduction by Firstup
Chapter 1 in Corrupted Interface
The privacy glass of Hannah Riven's apartment pulsed faintly with a heartbeat of city light. Neon veins ran through the polymer walls, bleeding cyan and vermilion through the frosted panes. Her apartment was a narrow tower cell, lined with repurposed data terminals, neural jacks,...
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It kneels first, then learns how to open the door from the inside. by Firstup
Chapter 11 in Where the Veil Blooms
The door clicked shut behind them. Alex stood at the edge of the living room, still in borrowed clothes that clung too tightly in the wrong places and too loosely in the others. Her arms were crossed, her stomach full, and yet her body hummed with an energy that food could not r...
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Turns out, temptation doesn’t need an invitation, it only needs a taste. by Firstup
Chapter 10 in Where the Veil Blooms
The bell above the boutique door chimed as Hannah pushed it open, stepping inside with the easy confidence of someone who had already decided they belonged. Alex followed hesitantly, clutching the strap of her borrowed bag, shoulders tight beneath the hoodie. The boutique was sm...
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- 254 Views
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Nope. But let’s see what breaks first — the fabric or their will. by Firstup
Chapter 9 in Where the Veil Blooms
Alex’s breath still came fast, heart racing from the slap of her cock against the underside of the kitchen counter. She clutched the table and pulled her towel tighter, pretending it hadn’t happened. Hannah didn’t move either, her gaze distant and dreamy, the kind of look people...
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- 312 Views
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The taste. The voice. The surrender. by Firstup
Chapter 8 in Where the Veil Blooms
Alex woke in stages, rising from a dreamless black into something warmer and denser. Her skin stuck to the sheets. Her thighs ached. Her head felt soft, stuffed with cotton. The air was wet, heavy, and wrong. She inhaled once and nearly moaned. The scent was everywhere. Not fres...
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