Dropkickwombat

Egotistical

Christine’s moans bounce off the cheap cinderblock walls like feedback, echoing up and out the open dorm window to broadcast her pleasure to the whole building. The air is humid with the stickiness of midterms and communal laundry machines, but the only sweat that matters is beading along Jake�...

Facing bullies

[Author note: yep, it's about time I post that story from 5 February asking for names]

[Author note: bit of a darker story. Feel free to skip if it's not for you]

Maik is bored. He hates Wednesdays. Hates the people and the too-bright lights. He especially hates stan...

Better You: First members (pt. 1)

Vanessa stares down at her own cleavage, hypnotized by the way her breasts, gloriously real and absurdly perky, surge up against the skin-tight fabric of her uniform. The stretch of neon yellow over her chest produces a line so sharp, so mathematically perfect, that it looks digitally rendered. F...

Family business

It’s hard to say what’s brighter: the late-morning sun shining through the 45th floor’s glass walls, or Oliver Black’s smile as he basks in a retirement party. The entire executive layer of Sterling & Associates is here, everyone’s lanyards swapped for designer ties and heels, half ...

Medical purposes

You wake to a rhythmic bleep and the scratchy taste of dried spit stuck somewhere in your throat. The ceiling above is blindingly white, the paint so clean and clinical it hurts your eyes. A fluorescent panel buzzes steadily overhead, flickering like a brain about to short-circuit. You try to rol...

Questionnaire

I slip the keys out of my pocket with practiced numbness and, after the ceremonial shoulder-bump against our finicky door, stumble into the apartment I share with Daniel. The mid-afternoon sunlight cuts through the blinds, stripes of gold on the threadbare rug and the tombstone silhouettes of uno...

Remastered

Which one?

More practice!

For the past few weeks (as mentioned earlier), I've been practicing and researching on a different writing style that's more descriptive and engaging. I've been writing a few new stories (commissions and myself), which take up time and energy. Then I realised... it'll be good, fun and faster to p...

Coming home

The air in Incheon is a humid slap, clinging to Sofianos’ skin the second he clears the jet bridge. A neon-lit dawn hangs like a bruise over the city’s skyline, even though it's well past eight in the evening. Sofianos is already sweating through his grey tee as he drags a battered suitcase t...

Who are you?

"Oh fuck..." The words slip out before you can catch them, your own voice startling you as it hangs in the air—high, luscious, thick with a Japanese accent, nothing like the aggressive and nasally whine you’d grown up with. For a moment you cling to the shock of it, to the hint of yo...

~ Make over ~

Hello all!

Yep, been a while since I last posted and there's a good reason for that! Things will be changing - for the better!

Context

I've been writing TG stories for 4 years initially to practice writing (weird approach, but it's better than nothing). Since the first story, I'...

Betrayed by greed

“C-come on… just trust me” Kevin sighs with annoyance as you and Ivan look up from the TV with a frown at his constant nagging. Rolling your eyes, you try to ignore his pleading because his ideas typically end up disastrous or a waste of time and money. Getting frustrated at the la...

Next!

Hi all ~

Currently cooking up something nice and big.

Subtly references the latest story - Midas touch. You'll know what I mean when you read it.

Thanks for your patience! Will hope to finish and release it in a day or two because it's so busy at work.

~ Wombat

2025-07-28 14:01:53 +0000 UTC View Post

Repost: Midas touch

Originally posted on 22 July 2025

A TG take on the classic Midas touch story; being a little more careful with your words...

Re-uploaded as a placeholder from a previous flag. Refer to the Pa...

Loose ends

“Fuck… Fuck… Fuck…” I splutter breathlessly as I dart around another corner and glance down the hallway to see a row of alternating doors on each side. The dim red glow of lights along the wall meant to make things feel relaxing only looks makes my heart race faster as I desper...

Peeping Tom

“Alright… perfect” Nick mumbles to himself as he turns on the controller and the done lets out a chime upon connecting to it. The penthouse is eerily quiet while his parents are away at a fancy event, giving him the perfect opportunity to test out the drone his filthy rich parents gifted hi...

Dare

Hunching behind a bench, my heart pounds nervously as I peer into the dark lecture hall in the distance. This would’ve been a quick and easy dare to sneak into the college bathroom at 3am, but the faint sounds of laughter and furniture creaking changed everything. Holding my breath, I anxiously...

Distracted

“What? You said you were good” Jerold taunts from across the court as he balances the tennis ball on the edge of his racquet. Rolling your eyes, try to focus on the game, but your entire body is exhausted, and your clothes are soaked in sweat. Admittedly, you’ve underestimated your friend�...

Caught red handed

“I know right! It’s so obvi--- wait…” Cathy chuckles into her phone but pauses after hearing a faint grunt in the distance. Momentarily putting her phone down, she listens quietly and hears the unmistakable voice of her boyfriend in his bedroom down the corridor. “I… I th...