#(I don't think it's possible to out-kink her XD)

[stingslikeabee]

The two of them stand beside one another in the ornate halls of Archades' palace structure, companions, yet a respectable distance between. It was a poorly veiled secret that the pair were seeing each other. Theirs' had become a relationship which left Ghis most often spending his time in either of their homes, rather than cooped up in his judicial office, and any question as to why was easy enough to see. If Ghis went somewhere then it would nearly always be where Melissa had traveled to, and word of observation spread like a rampant wildfire.

Perhaps that is the sole reason he has chosen to remain within the guarded building, a sought after connection to be made for his return to the city. While they are relatively alone as well he is still ever cautious to keep any outward sign of the indecency that reliably cropped up out of him lately, to a nonexistent degree.

At least, in theory.

It really might not be something that can be helped when he leans over and invades Melissa's space for a brief moment, his words low and vibrating through the helmet.

"I do not believe I have seen you in this particular dress before, Melissa,"

Ghis pauses himself to to arriving sound of imperial hoplites on patrol, the Judge nearly ignoring them in their entirety until they pass by harmlessly. He doesn't consider how incriminating it might be for the two of them to be standing in the hall, silent, and otherwise unoccupied.

"Beautiful, but it pales before yourself, and would look far better cascaded across the floor of my office instead."

unscripted asks . always accepting

To have unrestrained access to the imperial palace of Archades was undoubtedly one of the greatest goals of the Marquis of Ondore with his original plan. No agent of the Resistance had eyes inside - too protected and closed-off for those not within the army ranks, it remained an impressive and secretive location for anyone not sharing links to a Solidor or a position in the local armed forces.

And yet, Melissa was there - a mostly striking figure and certainly one out of the place, lacking the plates of metal and covered in colorful silks and fabrics most of the time. The fact that the guards posted at the entrance did not stop her anymore was evidence enough of her status among these ensuring the safety and protection of the locale - the Bhujerban was understandably barred a few times, but not many were willing to defy orders from judge magister Ghis afterwards.

The dancer was now free to come and go within the more public hallways - as long as the woman did not go snooping around and looking for restricted areas, no pair of heavy boots seemed to care for Melissa's presence among them. Besides, she was rarely alone - either coming or going from Ghis' office, and none dared question the motive of her visits when chaperoned by the most senior among the magistrates.

That particular afternoon had the Bhujerban checking his schedule for a potential dinner outing - a famous chef that had made his fame and fortune at the coastal areas of the Empire would be visiting the capital for a limited time, and Melissa was keen in securing a reservation (hopefully alongside her beloved magister). There was always publicity to these encounters, but not much could be said for the tabloids about people merely dining in each other's company - at least the brunette made sure to behave whenever they were in public.

(In private, matters were very different - her neighbors surely had things to say, but unfortunately they would never get anywhere if Ghis remained with the final say over complaints lodged for disturbance of the peace in Melissa's residential district.)

The sudden invasion of her personal space by the familiar golden armor did not cause any upset or surprise to the woman from the Sky City; Melissa was used to him, after all, and had turned into someone quite adept at putting the pieces covering Ghis apart and then back on; short of his trusted staff and the judge himself, the Bhujerban was the one person who knew the vulnerabilities of his protectives most intimately.

A frightening thought, surely, but only if she didn't use such knowledge to disrobe her lover for ardent kisses and tender caresses.

The initial flattering words had the shorter frame of the performer looking up, picturing his face behind the helmet. There was a tinge of power and intimidation whenever Ghis spoke in his full regalia - a reminder of his dangerous nature, and yet something that stoked the fires of desire in Melissa. Since they had crossed the last line in that relationship and the man had placed himself in her hands (both the private individual and the judge), it had not exactly helped quieten or lessen the cravings. As sharp as his armor and weapons could be, there was an allure in indirectly commanding his prowess with a certain look of her eyes or a press of lips.

It was the follow-up commentary, however, that had Melissa looking at him with something difficult to describe in her eyes - nothing in her body language changed in a noticeable manner to a third party, but the Bhujerban's amber irises were set aflame. For a moment, it was as if they were not within the boundaries of the Solidor seat of power, or even under vigilance of those patrolling the hallways - there was only the man designated as her mark, one who was veritably under her spell and yet risking only a scandalous headline rather than blood spilled over the floor.

"You would be correct on both accounts - it is a new one, an attempt at dressing in a way that brings the fashion of both countries together," the woman clarified with a smirk dancing over painted lips, a hand moving to allow fingers to spread over a particular safe spot of his chest and where no sharp edges of the protectives could cut into naked flesh, "And one I was looking forward to remove at my home tonight, but I would never oppose a change of scenario. It has been quite the time since we were last so daring, wouldn't you say?"

The digits over Ghis' protectives then flickered some imaginary dust way, as if Melissa's original intention to motivate that form of contact was entirely based on the need to aid the judge with the upkeep of his armor, "It seems this would be a perfect opportunity to evaluate how much I have evolved in terms of not disturbing your esteemed colleagues at work," the dancer said with remarkable tranquility in her voice, not unlike the judge earlier when they were alone in the hallway, "But I make no such promises in relation to your own judicial duties, kanta."

[sylveon-and-velveon]

Playing "4 Big Guys" around the slashers

Shitpost idea has been made, so here XD

This will include: Michael Myers {OG & RZ}, Brahms Heelshire, Jason Voorhees, Billy Lenz, Freddy Krueger, Stu Macher, Billy Loomis, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Harry Warden, Tiffany Valentine

Feel free to request any shitpost writing prompt ideas you can think of in my asks, I love silly non-serious ideas XD

Given the music is VERY adult related, this is 18+ ONLY

OG Michael Myers

Ain't gonna lie, the second you play that song he's probably staring at you instantly. Anger? Disappointment? Cursing your entire family and possible future children? Who knows! It's Michael-Fucking-Myers baby!!!

He's not used to anything sexual overall so hearing a song openly sing about gay sex, and in such a detailed way, would worry him. Not for the singer, no- more on your taste in music.

And don't even get me started on when he hears about shit being involved. The second he hears that being mentioned he's turning off the music entirely, patting your head, and dragging you away so you'll listen to something he likes instead to cleanse that weird mind of yours. Like... Kate Bush or something.

He'd like Kate Bush right? He looks like a Kate Bush enjoyer.

RZ Michael Myers

Judging you, hard. Though he ain't saying it. His aura is practically smellable he's judging you so hard.

Does he like it? No. It's loud, obnoxious, and profound filled. Ignoring the obvious "gay sex and other weirdness" part, the volume of the music reminds him of his childhood.

He's smashing the device the music is coming from. He doesn't care if it's your MP3 all the way to a damn TV or Alexa, he's smashing that shit to pieces if it means he doesn't need to hear it anymore.

What would he put on instead? Calming ambient noises that play for hours on end on YouTube. It's the exact opposite of whatever hellscape you just played. It's better.

Brahms Heelshire

Well first of all it ain't classical, so that's a point on the "I Hate This" list.

Second it's not a piano.

Third it's literally "4 Big Guys"-

Not only is this poor man confused about everything the singer is saying, I highly doubt his parents explained LGBTQ+ to him, he's also hating how loud it is.

"Who puts things up their ass?" - Brahms Heelshire 2024

You turn off the music yourself when he practically begs you to.

You're probably tryna hold in your laughter while he's sitting on the floor trying to figure out what the fuck he just heard.

Jason Voorhees

Is there a bigger word for "traumatized"? Because that man earns it.

You're lucky af, if his mom was live she'd hit you with a crowbar so fast- Not kill you tho, she wouldn't dare hurt her boy.

But yeah, he's not saying anything, nor moving. Bro's too traumatized. LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE-

You better give him his teddy he fucking deserves it TmT

Laughing his ass off until the shit is mentioned, even this horny gremlin has his limits.

Can you tell I hate shit kinks? XD

He'd want an apology for you blasting that song so far to that section. But no music! He hates Christmas songs, they're so repetitive and they all sound the same anyway.

Bake him a cake, the more unique the better. His favourite so far is red velvet with cream cheese frosting!

Then when he's finished eating you're getting railed by him not longer after, man's not changed. Not now, not ever.

Freddy Krueger

You can play this entire song with this man on REPEAT and he'd be fine with it.

I'd be surprised if he didn't given his track record and.... slicing open his skin to reveal green "blood" and maggots crawling out.

Would he laugh the first time? ABSOLUTELY!

Would he jokingly sing along, probably.

But he would TOTALLY play this song when going after his victims sometimes. Imagine dying and the last thing you hear is:

"4 BIG GUYS AND THEY GRAB ON MY THIGHS-"

Stu Macher & Billy Loomis

Billy is concerned for your wellbeing. Especially when you start singing it at full force with Stu joining in not long after.

Yeah Stu is enjoying this to the max!

Finds it hilarious, who the fuck wouldn't when you've got humour more broken than Brahms' doll-

But seeing you enjoying yourself to this.... absurdity, at least makes Billy calm down from worry. Now he's just concerned your taste in music may infiltrate your taste in movies.

I doubt the man's used to hearing music.... imagine this being his first time hearing it-

OMG he'd probably think this is normal for music.

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE??? XD

If it's not his first time hearing music though? No concern, laughter, nothing. He's neutral, given that this is something that makes you a little chaotic gremlin.

He's happy seeing you comfortable enough around to be a "gremlin" as you call it.

Bubba Sawyer

Don't traumatize him more than he's been already!!

Sure he doesn't realise it, or the fact he's used to it, but the poor guy's already traumatized-

Though he's probably more confused in the whole scheme of things. I mean, he knows what sex is. But just the surface of it.

So he's probably just learnt way too much in such a short period of time.

Oh lord what have you done-

Harry Warden

Okay first of all, why is there no GIF of this man? WTF????

Second; man's from the mines, man's old fashioned, you've probably just thrown way too much modern shit in his face way too quickly that he's just staring at you, the music video, and then the floor.

Poor miner is so confused, especially when the "cum starts spraying".

Oh god he'll probably think it's like dust from the mines spraying everywhere.

Fucking hell that's a vision-

Tiffany Valentine

Finds it amusing? Yes.

Judging? Not as much as you'd expect.

Girl's been through a wild ride, hearing you blast out "4 Big Guys" from your phone wouldn't be the most shocking thing in the world.

Hell. she'd probably encourage you to start singing along to it XD

Oh she's gonna use that song to torture someone with it. She doesn't know how yet, but she's got the idea in her head now

[maissafespace]

But I want you.

Ayato Kirishima x Reader

Synopsis: when the princess acts on her attraction for her royal knight, the only thing she can do is hope for all to go well.

Request: hello i will sell my soul for any sort of ayato kirishima content you can think of, im starving and i have consumed everything to be found on tumblr its unhealthy

Warnings: forbidden relatiosnhip. knight!ayato, princess!reader. nsfw. brat!reader, experienced!ayato, loss of virginity, fingering, oral (male receiving), scratching, degradation kink, manhandling, unprotected sex, creampie. light angst.

A/n: I don't know what this is, but I've never read Ayato outside of canon so I wanted to try, maybe make this an AU of which I will do other stories about just because lol but i agree i was starving for Ayato content as well anon, so i hope you like it really! I tried my best lol XD

Masterlist - Masterpost

As the princess of the kingdom who just reached legal age, your coming of age ball would occur soon for all guests to arrive and so would the different amount of wealthy men asking for your hand in marriage in order to also better their status and position in society.

You weren't really consulted on the proposals, it was up to your parents, mostly your mother to look over the most convenient proposal.

So, you had given up on it for quite a while, your caretaker and ladies in waiting had started to explained the duties you would need to satisfy as a wife and while it was a bit embarrassing at first, those deeds soon were pestering your mind day and night.

For a single man that was always near you.

Ayato Kirishima had entered and trained for the knighthood for his entire life, he was under the responsibility of your family's butler so he entered the palace quite young, only two years your senior.

It had started years ago as a mere crush on the boy, a blessing upon you since the window of your room would face the training grounds, your young self would look out for hours to see the boy train, drenched in sweat and panting with a flushed body.

You tried to stay away for some time, never look at him by your window anymore, occupying yourself in activities that would have you on the complete opposite sides of the palace. But he never left entirely, he would send those smiles that had your heart flutter, he'd help you around and more than once was assigned as your knight during trips, leaving him closer than ever.

With time that crush instead of fading became heavier, deeper and in some way worse when he seemed to exchange the interest positively. He’d talk to you, help you, touch you and made you laugh, he was always close.

That is why, right now, you found yourself in your room during the night trying to keep your composure and not touch yourself with all the knowledge that was bestowed upon you and think about your future husband being him.

It had to fade away as soon as possible, as a heir you knew the possibility of him ever being a match was below zero, unfortunately.

Your infatuation had to disappear.

Asking friends for advice was the next step, how to get a man out of your head, or a desire as you told them, and probably the worse advice was given to you. One that made you doubt the friendships you had.

To have him and throw away, experience the desire to finally having the curiosity satisfied and never think about it anymore.

For a week that thought never left your mind, you would pass by him, he would bow but the only thought you had was to savor those lips, feel them on your skin, while your bodies united as one.

As your body submerged under the hot tub, feeling that warmth and crave deep in you, it wasn't something you could ignore anymore, it was a years in the building love you had for him, his abilties, his beauty and his personality.

Standing up from the tub, water drenched down your body and hair, now wet and shining with the oils your skin was washed with. Hinami, helped you with your robe and was going to do the same for your hair before you stepped away from her, back to the same window you stayed at a lot in your youth.

"Hinami." You called her attention abruptly.

"Yes, my lady."

"Call Ayato Kirishima, I need to discuss something urgent with him." You said, and as Hinami nodded and exited the room, a bit of uneasiness and excitement built up in your core.

Your current robe was discarded for a new one, a sheer transparent robe that left nothing to the imagination. Your nipples were peeking against the fabric as well, your bosom stuck out barely covered by the hair falling on the front.

Minutes passed slow, spent on looking yourself in the mirror to make sure everything was as good as it was seducing somehow. Your heart stopped for a moment when the door was knocked at and Hinami's voice was faintly heard.

"Let Ayato in and leave us, Hinami, I'll call for you later if needed." You yelled from the bathroom with composure.

The door clicked open and close, the sound of boots gracing your ears as you finally let go of your agitation and moved towards your room once again.

"Princess, Hinami told me I was needed for an urgent matter but I was not aware of any- " When his eyes fell upon you, his face hardened in a way, his jaw was prominent and his eyes seemed to glare at you rather than be pleased by the sight.

It didn't diminish the thrill in you. Walking up to him at mere centimeters of distance with an innocent smile that contradicted the rest of your body.

"It is indeed something urgent. You see, recently I've been informed time and time again of certain duties- sigh- for my imminent marriage. Though, these were referred to me by women, I was quite curious on a male perspective. Who would be better than you, my loyal knight?" You smiled at him, hands behind your back, popping your chest out a little.

His eyes slightly widened at the implications of your words. Going back to their stoic and neutral gaze seconds later. "I am sure you were already told enough, my lady. I cannot cross more lines than I already am by being here."

"I invited you here. You're not crossing any line that I did not ask you to. But if I am of incovenience, I will find someone else to help me out-"

"What is it that you need?" His voice was harsher and colder, your thighs clenched together at the tone and his eyes seem to register it after all.

"I need to learn the ways to properly pleasure a man, if you could teach me, I know you're experienced in women, it shouldn't be different to take me-" Your jaw hurt as his fingers pressed against it, lifitng you towards him, close to his face where your noses would almost touch.

"You are the princess, my lady, what you are asking is for me to treat you like a common whore, is that what you want?" Your head moved on its own, nodding for him, to have him as soon as possible, to let your desire flow out freely without hiding.

His lips crashed against yours right after, he held you hardly as his mouth moved roughly, a kiss that was reciprocated, sloppy and messy at the amount of need behind the both of you.

Your body and his felt burning against one another, your back arched, and your sounds began to echo in the room along the smacking of your lips, your chest pressed against his, heat pooled in you both at the skin contact separated with only two layers of clothing.

Nipples could be felt through the sheer robe, they hardened, hands started to fall around the hems of the fabrics, the robe being the first hitting the ground and his cotton training shirt following behind, letting you get a close up of the body you eyed every day for years, the body you wanted to feel the warmth of.

Hands roamed around, your on his chest, back and shoulders while his grabbed onto your every flesh possessively, gripping on your waist, hips, neck, nape, ass… he seemed like he wanted to memorize everything about it.

“Ayato-“ Whispering his name let you hear his groans out loud. You wanted to know for how long he wanted you as well, how he fantasized about you just as you did for him to react this way to your touch, to your voice…

His bulge was evident against your lower stomach, founding the courage and guided by your lust, your hand rubbed it, he pulled away from you hissing, squeezing a bit when the burning sensation of your scalp came as he pulled you from your hair.

It wasn’t pain, not at all that came with the action, but instead your thighs were squeezing together, trying to alleviate the need of him.

He noticed it, he noticed you, just like he always did all these years. A small smirk came onto his face, your flushed face, red and pink, with the glossy look in your eyes made him feel power over the member of royalty before him, let his ego being inflated.

“Down to your knees.” He pushed you down, his fingers going to the string of his pants, your mouth watered for him. “You asked for this, my princess. How to pleasure a man, how to be pleasured as a whore…” He leaned to kiss your lips once more before pushing into your mouth.

The taste passed any importance, your head felt dizzy as his hands guided your head back and forth down his length, your tongue moved around him, your moans mixing with his hisses and groans.

Millions of thoughts went through his mind, how did the sheltered princess that never touched a man, suck him off like a professional woman from the brothels. How did she lose all her innocence in his eyes with a single sight of her body.

As his hands cupped your face, he made you look up at him, your eyes close to tearing up but he had to stop to keep himself on edge at least. He groaned loudly, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs almost gently before his hips thrusted forward.

You couldn’t help but gag, the tears threatening to fall down, were now rolling down your cheeks, your fingers dug into his legs for you to have something to latch on.

The roughness was arousing, he could do anything to you right now, your head wasn’t registering much. You just wanted him, as your first and maybe as your only one.

When he pulled out of your mouth, you were gasping for hair, your hands falling on the ground, essentially in a doggy position, your mouth hung open waiting for him, he couldn’t help but want to see your body trembling from an orgasm, have you under his complete control.

He kneeled in front of you, kissing your lips that still tasted of him with a devilish smile, lifting you up from your jaw and walking to your bed, bodies climbing and falling onto the silky sheets. Expensive fabrics that would now be tainted of you two.

His body hovered yours, lips connecting with his again, muffling down the moans that now escaped you as his fingers found their way to your intimacy.

Your legs tried to squeeze together at first, but were roughly opened up, shamefully spread on for anyone that could enter the room to look at you and how his fingers started to pump in and out of you.

One of your hand was gripping on the bed, moaning at the cold but pleasant feeling of his fingers inside of you, his thumb circling and pressing against your clit wonderfully, mixed with the squelching sound of your juices. “Ayato, Ayato, please-“ You whimpered against his lips.

“Wet like a slut, moaning like a bitch for me, is this what you did every day when looking at me from afar…” His voice was rough against your ear, lips against the lobe sending shivers down your spine. “Don’t think I’ve never noticed you. Did you touch yourself thinking of me? Calling for me? Just like you are doing now.” You could feel the smirk at his lips.

But you couldn’t do much, with his words and his actions he was sending you into a blurry minded state. You just nodded, whimpering as you felt the knot sensation in your core, arching your back a little, you knew he knew. He pressured more, pumping faster and deeper, rubbing down till you cried out his name.

You were scratching his back as he continued through your orgasm, your legs were spasming, but he chuckled. Pulling his fingers out of you and spreading your cum on your lower stomach and then leading them to your mouth to suck on.

That arousal heightened once again, your eyes were still full of lust and love. You reached out for his face, kissing him gently contrarily to all previous actions, he countered with the same gentleness, his tongue played with yours, his hand caressed your skin.

“Are you sure of this now?” He whispered asked you, there was a hint of concern in his eyes.

“Please, Ayato, I want it to be you.” Your voice cracked at the confession. He kissed you then, deeply and passionately. Spreading your legs apart once again as he positioned himself between them.

The tip of his cock slapped against your still sensitive clit, whining against his mouth you felt him rub himself around, picking up the natural lube. “It may hurt a little-“ He said lowly, you barely heard him as he thrusted in slowly.

Your arms wrapped around him tightly, as your legs caged him with you as he sunk himself into you slowly. He groaned at the tightness and you let a few moans out of slight pain and pleasure. Feeling stretched open was a bit of a vague statement, it was not describable, even less when he started moving.

He pulled away from you, sitting up, looking down at your body, covered in love bites, hickeys and marks, he admired the disheveled form of you, it was perfect, he wanted to be the only one allowed to see this but it wasn’t something practical so he would just memorize it and enjoy this single time he’d have with you.

His arm wrapped around your under thigh, his other hand going to wrap itself around your neck as he accelerated his thrusts, smashing deeper and louder, noises bounced around the room, for everyone to probably hear the slapping of your skin to one another.

“My little whore is about to cum… already, I can feel you around me. Fuck, fuck-“ your walls were doing things to him. He let go of your leg, leaning over you still holding you around your throat.

Taking the chance your legs wrapped around his waist, you didn’t want him to ever separate from you and he held much of the same thought but it was far more complicated.

With his thrusts mere seconds passed before you came, he was close now as well as he fucked you through it, pussy that tried to milk him. He gritted his teeth in frustration. “Let go, princess.” He said with a mean tone. “Y/N. Let go, I’m going to cum.” He warned, he was stern trying to pull away, but your conscious state of mind and your fucked out state of mind wouldn’t let him. You wanted all of him, your eyes screamed it and instead of stopping his hips continued.

“I-Inside-“ Your mouth was shut by his, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him down against your body as he finally went sloppier till he pushed deep, grunting against your mouth as he emptied himself in you while your third orgasm hit.

You felt like puddle, never in your life had you felt such pleasure.

The knight on the other hand was pushing down the voice that was telling him how much he had fucked up right then. But nothing felt this satisfying in a long time, this was a huge risk that made the thrill even more exciting and arousing.

He pulled out, he chuckled at your face distraught at the thought of him just leaving. Thoughts that disappeared as he turned you around, getting on your hands and knees, ass up and back arched as he pushed back in.

Holding you at your waist and hips, thrusting as if it wasn’t your first night, it felt like he was using your body, stuffing you with him. He was treating you like he said he would, and as you moved your hips back into his hungry for more, he continued spouting filth about you.

Grabbing at your shoulders to thrust deeper.

A few more orgasms happened till late at night, only once it was him cumming somewhere that wasn’t in you. Positions after positions, rough with breaks of gentleness, where you’d just hold each other and kiss. Making up for all the time you didn’t let yourself act on your attraction for him.

Falling into your slumber wasn’t something you were surprised but waking up without him was. You sat up abruptly when you couldn’t feel him beside you anymore, looking around the room till relaxing at the sight of him in front of the chimney.

The ache everywhere in your body didn’t matter, your feet tapped rapidly till your body only covered by his shirt hugged the back of his.

“I was scared you had left.” You mumbled against his skin.

He remained silent for a while. “You know we fucked up, right?” His voice was a big emotionless, you flinched a little but tightened your hold around him. “Doesn’t matter if I wanted it or you did.. fuck.”

He sighed, a hand going through his hair while your heart was clenching in fear of his words, not because of the risk but because he could distance himself from you. Tears were close to falling from your eyes.

“I’m sorry… Ayato, I’m sorry.” You could say the only thing that could repair things, that could have him stay.

“Apologies won’t do much, princess.”

You rounded him, getting in front of him, not letting his eyes move from yours, you looked up at him, his hand automatically moved to your cheek, he was comforting you when it should’ve been the other way around.

Millions of feelings were flashing through both of your eyes, consequences would come and it could be in a form of a tiny human being or harsh punishment or maybe luck would be on your side and nothing would happen.

He leaned in, kissing you once more. “You will be arranged to marry in no time. This stunt was avoidable for both of us but you couldn’t help yourself, so you’re dragging me down with you.” He continued to peck your lips, hands holding around your waist.

“Stay with me.” You whispered to him.

“Is that an order?” Your stomach dropped looking at empty eyes, feeling the disappointment and guilt pooling up, a one night stand or a forceful relationship wasn’t what you wanted.

Your arms fell from his body, walking away from him, you threw his shirt back, leaving you bare without any care of it, climbing back into your bed. You said a single word out loud. “Leave.”

He stood there, hair covering his face, sighing heavily as he retrieved his shirt. He contemplated but went to you, laying a kiss on the top of your head as you hid under the sheets.

He didn’t say anything, he would suppress his feelings, the adrenaline was gone, reality sunk back in and too many things were at stake, it wasn’t too late to just stop it before it could go even deeper.

The door opened and closed behind him, that was when you could let the little whimpers out, muffling the cries, now it was on you to explain the marks on your body to the maids, it was on you to look after your heart as it was crashed and broken for the man that just left after showing all his emotions all night and taking the innocence you were allowing him to take.

You didn’t close your eyes till the morning after in hopes for him to come back to you and hold you.

[minnophee-writes]

My Little Crybaby - Pt. 1

Fandom: Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Pairings: Johnny x Reader

Series Warnings: Character death, blood, violence, knives, brief knife play, implied blood kink, kidnapping, death, non-consensual touching, slight dub-con, smaller person / taller man, size difference, abuse, physical, emotional and verbal abuse, mentions of female anatomy, smut, oral sex, cannon divergence

Chapter Warnings: blood, violence, chainsaw, kidnapping, death, non-consensual touching, rough touching, injuries, mentions of corpse, brief mentions of bile

Summary: Reader finds themselves waking and tied up in some sort of basement with a few of their friends and trying to escape. Death follows them but once they look death in the eyes maybe they might have an internal moral compass crisis.

Word Count: 2,633 words

A/N: I tried to keep the reader as gender neutral as possible, if there are any mistakes then that's on me since I don't exactly proof read or have someone to proof read my stuff XD The person in the drawing is me but you can insert yourself in the same position uwu I will also be making more chapters for this when I get around to writing them but I hope you enjoy this first part!

The first thing you noticed was the pulsing headache followed by the thump of something dropping beside you. Your eyes slowly pried open to see Ana and Sonny removing any bindings from their joints while hurriedly whispering to each other, their normal complexions hidden by the shadows of the room. As you moved to hear what was being said you only then noticed that your wrists were bound to a rusted pipe, you feet were tied as well though you did feel that the rope wasn't tied tight enough around your wrists. A small wince caught the attention of Ana as she immediately moved towards you.

"Oh God, Y/N, are you okay?" Ana's voice wobbled in fear but she kept a brave face on anyway.

"We need to get outta here!" Sonny exclaimed quietly, yet urgently, "Those people could come back and finish us off if we don't find a way out."

You looked at the two confused only remembering setting up your tents next to a creek nearby, telling ghost stories between your friends and then nothing. Well, not completely nothing - you remembered seeing two strangers, you think their names were Sissy and Johnny, and they had noticed the campfire in the distance. The absolute last thing you remembered was that you and your friends were all drinking some of the alcohol the two newcomers brought when suddenly it went black. Nothingness.

"What the fuck happened last night?" was all you could think to ask, still confused. You suspected something was off but that shit only happened in movies- right?

The sudden sound of a chainsaw revving in the distant had the three of them frozen in place, your brows pinched together in slight curiosity while the other two started to propel themselves into action and began to work on opening the door to the room. You didn't need to have 20/20 vision to know that your friends were legitimately freaked out and something horrible was about to befall you and your friends if you didn't find a way out.

You ran around the room for anything useful while Sonny was trying to use a small paper clip to unlock the door. Your eyes darted around the room when it landed on a rusty blue toolbox. You dashed toward it and rummaged through it, pulling out a few tools but none that would fit in the lock. Ana then gasped while frantically combing through her hair.

"Sonny, you think you could use my hair pins to unlock the door?" She asked while pulling said item out of her dark hair.

Sonny's eyes lit up as he took the hair pin in his grasp and started to twist and wriggle it within the lock, waiting to hear the faint 'click' sound before flinging the door open into a much larger area. It still looked to be like a basement but the atmosphere around them caused the whole underground to feel like a spacious coffin for you and your friends. Rusted pipes, what looked like dried paint was splattered on the walls and then the loud wail of a scream echoed around the cavern, frightening the trio while knowing it was one of their other friends.

"Oh shit, that sounded like Connie..." you mumbled, pressed yourself against Ana and Sonny for comfort.

"C'mon, we gotta go help them," responded Ana as she picked up a sharp piece of bone from a skeletal pile off to the side. "Our friends need us!"

Ana bravely marched forward leaving you and Sonny to quietly follow behind her as she led the way. You looked around and you could feel your pulse rushing through your body and ears, goosebumps prickled your skin, and the overwhelming feeling of dread hung heavy over your head. It seemed like your breaths travelled loudly in the quiet labyrinth but not long after you and your friends arrived in a bigger area that had stairs leading up to a blue door, along with a few shelves and benches. There was an ominous red light an the other side of the room which almost made you feel nauseous, you didn't like the feeling you got from looking at it so you didn't want to imagine being anywhere near the space. It was quiet for a moment before suddenly a body came rushing at the trio and cause you all to give a small shout.

Connie stopped in front of you and gasped as if she was surprised to see you all alive, but that was all shattered when a looming figure came around the corner Connie appeared from - a chainsaw in his hands and a disturbing leather-esque mask covering his face.

"Run!" Connie's scream echoed all around you as everyone dispersed in different directions.

It felt as if your heart was lodged in your throat as you ran, the large man shouted while wondering who to go after and picked a random victim. Sadly the victim was you. Adrenaline flowed through you as you bolted down tunnels and attempted to take sharp turns to loose your pursuer but it seemed like he was never far behind. You took a sharp right and saw a barricade ahead, the barricade had barbed wire wrapped around it and you took the chance to dive through the small gap in the middle.

The barbed wired cut into your flesh causing small wounds along your forearms and legs as you pulled yourself to the other side. You quickly glanced back at the man to see him stop and stare at the offending obstacle, he tilted his head as if thinking how to deal with this slight predicament before pulling the cord on the chainsaw. It revved back to life and started to cut aggressively into the barricade which spurred you back into action.

"Help! Help, please!" Your voice rang out as you sprinted away.

You never were the athletic type but you were glad that your stamina wasn't failing you in your current situation but that didn't stop the needle like stinging from the small cuts. Blood had dripped down your legs and arms in the process, making you look a bit deranged, but that didn't stop you from searching for your friends and hoping that they were okay.

You entered another larger space with a door wide open and leading to stairs. You dashed toward it as hope swelled in your chest and you could almost taste freedom on the tip of your tongue. When you reached the top of the stairs you took a left into a modest living room with what you assumed was the front door to your left and the kitchen to your right. As you made your way to the door a grunt could be heard behind you causing you to pause in place. You slowly turned your head to look over your shoulder and saw a rather older looking man with what appear to be a broken broom handle in his hand. His pinched brows casted a dark shadow over his eyes and his mouth was pulled down into a deep frown that almost looked like it was carved into his face while his eerie statement sent shivers through your body.

"You ain't leaving here, little missy."

The older man then charged at you with his weapon raised above his head - ready to strike. Ducking under his swing you bolted past him and toward the kitchen and dining room. The older man was surprisingly quick for his age but you were faster and managed to slam a door on the man. Hearing a grunt and loud thud gave you a little breather before you continued to hurriedly run around the house, the front door and side door of the property were pad-locked shut and made your escape even harder to achieve.

You let out an annoyed sigh before making your way to the other side of the house only to be knocked off your feet and rammed into a wall. The air left your lungs and you struggled to draw more in, spasming on the ground for a second or two before you were jerked back by your shirt.

When your eyes focused you saw the rotted leather mask staring back at you while he raised his chainsaw in the air. You went to brace for the tearing blow - squeezing your eyes shut and wrapping your arms around yourself in a small effort to protect yourself. While you waited in anticipation you heard some sort of scuffle and left your shirt being released as a squeal rang out. You opened your eyes and saw Leland huffing over the large man on the floor, your friend quickly running over to you and dragging you away.

"Oh my God, Y/N! I thought you were dead!" Leland rasped as the two of you found yourselves upstairs in a small study room.

"I thought I was about to be if it wasn't for you." You briefly hugged your friend before looking at him again. "Have you seen Ana, Sonny or Connie? We got separated when that guy chased us."

"No, I-I haven't seen them..." he looked a little distraught but then he stoned his expression. "We're going to find them, okay? We're going to make it out of here."

You nodded in agreement, although you doubt the likelihood of all of you escaping were low that didn't stop you from at least trying.

Leland took charge and started to lead you quietly through the house, he would occasionally stop you when you'd both hear the voices or footsteps of your assailants. Your body was wound up so tight that you thought you'd be frozen in place if you stayed still any longer and you were grateful when Leland signalled it was safe to move again. Any slight noise or movement freaked you out, you were completely on edge but you felt marginally protected with Leland with out - silently thanking his wrestling training and background.

You both made your way to the bottom of the staircase where you monitored the open living space. You noted that the pad-lock on the front door had been broken and you nudged Leland to grab his attention to it. He nodded in acknowledgement before pointing at you to go toward the door while he emoted that he was going further into the house.

'Split up? Is that really a good idea?' You were hesitant to part ways with Leland even for a small fraction of time but you knew that you needed to make sure a path out of here was possible, so you'd have to remove the lock from the door so that you could open it without any obstacles blocking the way.

You crept over to the door and heard Leland's footsteps moving away leaving you alone in your own anxious silence. Once you removed the pad-lock you then realized one flaw in Leland's plan - where do you go now? You weren't sure if you had to follow after Leland or stay near the front door and make sure it wasn't barricaded again. You were torn and struggled to decide what your next move was going to be but it seemed the universe had answered your mute question by deciding for you.

"HEY!" a rough voice shouted from behind you, "you ain't getting away this time!"

Your head whipped to see who was behind you only to see the same older man from before with with broom handle. A larger figure stood behind him - the masked man - and you knew you were doomed if you didn't move.

"Get them you big oaf!"

The leather faced man revved his chainsaw and your legs finally kicked into action. You swiftly turned toward the front door and forcefully swung it open while you propelled yourself outside in a flash. You practically leaped off the front porch and took off down the gravel path with the larger man chasing after you in a squealing heap.

The front of the property was enormous with a few wrecked cars scattered around, a car battery that looked to be powering an electric fence ahead of you and a worn-down well off to your left. You knew that you would most likely be fried by the fence if you tried to open it, which would result in your attacker reaching you and possibly killing you. You didn't have many options or enough time to think about where you needed to go.

So you ran for the well that you could see in the distance, hoping it might connect to a tunnel system that leads away from the property and to safety. The thundering stomps of heavy footsteps behind you was spurring you on, giving you a small burst of energy to pick up speed and close the distance between you and the well.

Loud revving from the chainsaw started up as a large shadow slowly began to loom over you - your jaw clenched with anxiety as you finally reached the well. You didn't even hesitate and leaped over the uneven brick work, down into the dark depths below. As you fell and landed on a small dirt mound, with a few skeletal remains piled around it, you heard harsh squealing and yelling above. You paused in fear for a moment thinking the man with the leather mask would drop down on top of you but he never came.

You quickly glanced around only to notice some of the same dirt tunnels from before - meaning you were back in the basement, starting back at square one again.

"Fuck... no, no, no, no!" You cursed to yourself as you stood up and started to run down a random tunnel.

Your legs were burning from all the exercise but that didn't deter you. You didn't plan to become minced meat and knew you'd need something to protect yourself with. While you ran your eyes searched for anything useful you could use as a small defensive weapon in case you got grabbed again. Every toolbox you came across wounded with you still empty-handed and you were beginning to become frustrated. As you crept into a somewhat enclosed space you immediately noticed a bloody table with a range of sharp tools scattered across it as well as the shredded remains of one of your friends - Julie Crawford.

Bile rose in your mouth at the sight, the acidic burn on your tongue and throat hurt but you quickly swallowed it as you heard the rushing echoes of footsteps closing in on your position. You entered the small room and hid under the table, your hands flew to your mouth to suppress your breaths as a pair of muscular legs came into your view. The man slowly walked forward and seemed to survey his surroundings, his feet navigated their way close to your hiding spot and you held your breath in hesitation.

The man abruptly stopped in front of the table facing Julie's corpse and placed his hands on his hips. He sighed as if he was disappointed but about 'what' you didn't know.

"You know, I kinda liked that girl. I didn't want to hurt her but..." His deep voice stated out of the blue, "family comes first."

The loud slap of palms hitting the table made your body jerk and a strong grip on your wrist caused your muscles to tense as you were dragged out from under the cover of your temporary safety. Your head was yanked back by your hair as your eyes locked onto a pair of blue ones, your heartbeat racing through your ears and your breathing sped up. The man stared back at you as he smirked smugly, a brief chuckle escaped him while his eyes darted over your figure in observation.

"Found ya."

[moonspirit]

Horny ask time (…sorry…)

Do you think the aruani would be into some role play in bed? (Maybe not even in the canon universe)

This topic is terribly unsolved🫣 Most likely because this sounds like something out of character, but i think after a while in a relationship Armin and Annie would want to try a lot of things... Maybe they would’ve an awkward experiment that both are ashamed to remember? Or would they be able to find something that suited their taste?

Hahaha xD Every hour is horny hour!

[N/SFW]

I don't think roleplay is all that OOC for Aruani even in the canon universe. That's because I headcanon Aruani have a Commander kink xD

In a modern AU I suppose anything is possible depending on the circumstances, but from a canon-perspective, while Aruani might not straightaway aim for a extreme/intense roleplay as such, they're definitely automatically getting into "role" dynamics when they try out new things. So maybe that's Armin taking the lead one night and going "shhhh" against Annie's mouth, and because she's too frustrated and feeling a defiant streak, she goes sarcastically, "very cruel of you, Commander." Or when Annie's the one with the control and she prevents him from touching her, he can't help but whisper breathlessly, "I'm at your mercy, Miss Leonhardt."

So you see. They're already effortlessly slipping into "roles".

And once they're proper diplomats, Annie's definitely scratching her itch for the Ambassador-Arlert-in-a-suit-and-tie kink xD How convenient, they don't even have to prepare anything.

In general I see their sex life as very active, colourful and abundantly experimental, so it's very much possible that as time goes by and AruAni get a lot more comfortable, they'll be trying all sorts of things including conventional roleplay~

[anomaly-hivemind]

The Gaymer Chair

Part One

Warning(s): why did i write this, porn without plot, masturbation, mildly dub-con, inanimate object porn, original non-binary character, dry humping, grinding, porn watching, internal monologue, crack treated seriously, vaginal fingering, toys, knotting dildos?, edging, android, oral(everyone?) overstimulation, dacryphilia if you squint, vaginal sex, praise kink,orgasm denial, orgasam control, brat, brat tamer

Summary: What do you do when you fall for the sexy ghost of your pastel gaming chair?

Part Two

Credit to @cafekitsune for the banners!

Chapter Two || The Gayer Chair

Wjian laid out on her bed as she scrolled through her phone searching for any answer.

“Wjian would you put your phone down for one minute, I told you not to worry about it,” Chaise said as they floated in the air next to Wjian. 

Wjian’s eyebrows furrowed and she huffed before flopping back into the pastel rainbow fluff that covered her bed.

“Ugh! It’s just frustrating. Like you’re here with me but you’re not here. It’s- like what if you disappear one day?”

“Mon Chou but that’s the thing I’m not going anywhere-

“But what if you do! What if you disappear and I never see you again!” Wjian cried out. Tears burned in her eyes and her fingers dug into the fuzzy fabric of the comforter.

“Aww Mon Ange are you in love with me or something?” Chaise asked teasingly, floating closer to her so they were eye to eye.

“Yeah I am, asshole. I’m trying to be serious here.” Wjian said her face flushed with color.

A warm for a dead person, and a lovesick grin came to Chaise’s face at Wjian’s words before he lowered himself to look in her eyes.

“Look Wjian, I love you a lot okay, and I really appreciate you trying to find a way to get me a physical body; it’s my greatest wish to be able to hold you in my arms and kiss your cute face. But it looks like it just isn’t possible and I don't want you to run yourself ragged. I want you to enjoy your life to the fullest.Because i sure couldn't,”

“I want that for you! I just need to find out how.” Wjian laid on her bed silent, twiddling with her bracelet as she tried to get any ideas. The dangling charms made soft chimes and they brushed against one another.

 Wjian suddenly shot up from her spot. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, her bare feet meeting the soft fibers of the “my melody rug” she had placed down. Wjian walked over to her desk with hurried steps, swinging out the iconic pastel chair with eagerness and hastily flopping down on the flower cushion. Chaise drifted close behind her, eyes wide in curiosity.

“Wjian what are you doing now?” she looked up at him with a grin.

“I think I have someone that can help give me some ideas.” she clicked on the discord icon on her screen. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw that the person she needed was online. She clicked their profile and typed a quick message. 

Yoo!LANDRY I need you to ask you a question, stop talking to your MoMMy for a sec.

Just ASK the Quwstion then!

Oh… so if were to want to give a ghost a body how would u dothat.

Idfk is this a sex thing?

No… 

Maybe a lil but thats not the point what could i use as a “vessel”?  

A robot maybe or just one of those life size anime sex dolls.

YOu really are a genius!<3 you can go back to getting e-FUCKED  by your Dommy mommy XD 

Shut up, have fun with you sex toy! <3

THANKs.:)

“Is your plan to make me a sex toy?” He gave her a smirk.

“Nope, I got an even better idea.”

“That being?”

“I'm going to call my rich cousin to see if he can whip you up a body.” Wjian gave him a large smile before running over to grab her phone to make the phone call.

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A black unbranded truck pulled up in front of Wjian’s home. A bald man walked out of the truck and pulled the rear door. Wjian expectantly walked outside to greet the man. Wjian’s mother walked to her open front door, so she could see what her daughter was up to. 

“Is that Paul?” her mother spoke, her voice prompting the man to look up at her. When the man looked up at her, he gave her a small wave which the mother returned before walking back inside. 

The trucker handed Wjian a clipboard and told her to sign. She skimmed through the text then took the pin and signed her signature. The man took the board and threw it into his open window. He gently dragged the box out of the side of the truck, he placed it on the ground carefully and placed his hands on his hips, his chest heaving with labored breaths.

Wjian thanked the man who wheeled the large box into her house. Even though he was obviously out of breath by the end of bringing it in. Wjian slowly pushed the large box into her room.

The box was almost a foot taller than she was. She grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the box up as if she was opening a holiday present. Inside the box laid a tall, lean body. Their rich, dark brown skin had a nice healthy glow, like they had been recently moisturized. Wjian smiled as tears brimmed in her eyes; she couldn’t believe that Chaise was actually standing in front of her, her Chaise, in physical form. The android body was perfect from the soft curves in their face to the bouncy black curls. Wjian looked up at the Chaise who had been floating above her while she opened the box. He looked down between the box and Wjian astounded. 

“Do you think… will this work?”

“I sure as hell am going to try.” 

“Promise you won't just disappear.” She looked at him with hopeful but worried eyes. He gave her an uncertain look but nodded anyway. He drifted into the android and his translucent body vanished. The room was filled with eerie silence.  

Wjian clasped her hands together, rubbing them slightly as sweat formed between them. Come on… Come on!

Chaise’s android body then whirred to life, their eyes fluttering as they leaned forward and stumbled out of the box.

“Chaise?” she leaned closer into the android body.

“Oui, Mon cher?” Chaise smiled.

Wjian carefully reached out her hand and gently caressed the side of their face. They were cool to the touch but not cold, and their skin was soft just like how it looked. He leaned into her warmth as if he was trying to steal it from her. He placed their hand on top of hers. Their eyes meet each other; their faces grow into smiles as they lose themselves in each other’s eyes.

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Chaise had fully gotten into the groove of using his android body and stopped touching himself like he was a new car that is. Took them a full month to work it the way he would any human body, minus needing to eat even though he likes to snack, and needing charging but depending on which port he uses he can look like any person sleeping. 

Chaise and Wjian laid on her pastel comforter enjoying the presence of them close to one another. Chaise pulls Wjian to themself, he breathes deeply into her neck even though he didn’t need to. He pressed a faint kiss against a sweet spot on her collarbone.

“Mmh… Mi Tesoro,” Wjian called gently to the android lying against her chest.

“Oui?” 

“Will you try on your new clothes for me?” She asked massaging her fingers against their scalp.

“But mon ange, I’m so comfortable here in your arms~” Chaise said, squeezing her closer to them.

“I wanna see you look even cuter than you usually do! I just want to spoil you querido~” Wjian whined. 

“Mon Chou-”

Before he could finish Wjian pressed a kiss to Chaise’s lips. Their lips join in an enamored kiss, taking up each other's space in a fervor of loving emotions. Chaise held her chin gently in the kiss enjoying the moment as if it were his last then pulled away.

“Okay I’ll give you your little fashion show.” Chaise sat up and turned to face Wjian, holding her face in their hands as they peppered kisses across her face.

Chaise pressed one last lingering kiss to Wjian’s lips then walked across the room to the rack where all the new clothes Wjian had bought were located.

When his new body came, they had nothing but the scrubs they came in along with two extra pairs. Fortunately Chaise didn’t have to keep wearing them after they finished the set up process of their body, as Wjian’s generous benefactor cousin had sent some money to buy a wardrobe and accessories. Albeit they did send way too much money, Wjian had fun picking out clothes with Chaise so that was all that mattered to them.

Wjian had gone a little overboard with it though…

After buying clothes, shoes, and accessories in person they also bought hair dye so Chaise’s hair could look the way it did when they were a ghost; why the factory that made his body couldn’t do it they’ll never understand, Wjian had requested it after all. 

When seeing how cute he looked Wjian insisted that they took pictures for her socials, then that they have a photoshoot to commemorate the occasion, so then she had to buy matching clothes. Then on an impulse she ordered even more clothes and accessories online.

“Okay let's see what I haven’t tried on yet. Chaise pushed back their fresh locs, gathering them up into one hand and wrapping them securely with a pastel pink satin scrunchie.

After browsing through the large selection of clothes on the rack they decided on a pair of light washed overalls with cute patches and a cropped pastel pink, yellow, and blue striped sweater.

Meanwhile on the bed Wjian scrolled through her favorite clothing store’s app to buy even more clothes, this time for herself though. 

Their was a family reunion coming up and they were going to be staying at a five star resort. It would be the first time Chaise would be seeing her in a swimsuit and it would be the first trip they’ll have gone on together. Even if her family was their; she had to make sure she had a cute bathing suit for every day of the week.

Wjian looked up from her phone to see Chaise slipping out of the pastel robot sweatshirt and light blue shorts they wore.

“Ooh I think I like this outfit the best! Really sexy amor~”

“Haha very funny,” Chaise said, jiggling their legs to get the overalls on. They slipped on the sweater and snapped the buckles before bussin’ out a few poses.

“So? Have I… Captivated you Mon Amour?”

“Yeah you’ve captured my heart.”

“Tell me more, I didn’t know I did that~” Chaise teased as they walked ever so closer to Wjian.

“You were already as pretty as can be, then you put on those clothes and your hotness has been elevated to new heights. My heart was pounding so hard it broke out of my chest so it could belong to you and only you~”

“How Poetic, but that sounds painful Mon tendre, are you alright, I wouldn’t want you to die because of me,” Chaise knelt in front of her on the bed, taking her hand in theirs and trailing kisses upwards.

“I’ll be fine, your beauty heals me,so keep it.” she shrugged 

“alors je protégerai ton coeur pour toujours” he planted a  kiss on her knuckles. 

“You better” 

“Do I really look that splendid, Mon étoile?”

“Why of course. You really do look good in those clothes, but you would look even better on top of me,” Wjian smiled

“Oh. If you wanted me that’s all you had to say. I should’ve known a cockwhore like you only wanted one thing.” Wjian giggled, wrapping her arms around Chaise’s neck as she leaned in for a kiss.

Pulling each other to deepen their embrace; chests pushed against one another as they kissed. Wjian’s heartbeat sang at a fast paced rhythm as she slid under Chaise’s body. He leaned over her kissing between her lips and jaw. 

Wjian let out a pleasant sigh as she enjoyed the feeling of him actually touching her and pressing on her skin. Chaise ran their fingers across her stomach then stopped to rest at her waist. 

Chaise started to trail themself down her neck, switching spots on her with open mouth kisses. He licked a long strive along her collarbone. Making Wjian shiver and wiggle closer to him. She pushed her legs together for some friction but Chaise pulled her legs apart and placed himself in between her. 

“You’ll get to feel good when I let you feel good. C'est compris!” He bit down on her shoulder, leaving a faint forming mark. She nodded slowly while trying to keep herself from pressing her legs around him.

Wjian trailed her fingers on Chaise’s smooth skin as he marked her upper chest. His once coolish skin had a slowly growing warmth.

“mmHm…” Wjian let out a faint whimper as she craved more action; lightly tugging at his arm to her chest.

“What, does my Salope want more attention than what I am giving her?” He gropes at her breast, making her arch into his touch. He moved his leg forward into her, making her squirm. 

“If you don't say anything I'm going to keep doing what I want.” They removed their hand from her chest and smirked against her skin when she whined. 

“Please, I want you…” Wjian whispered out in a shaky voice. 

“What have I told you about not speaking up?” He scolded her and sat up off the bed and looked down at her. 

“I want you to touch me, I want to feel you in ways I couldn't before!” Wjian half shouted her waterline glistened with specks of salty tears. 

“que c'est chéri” he pulled her by the legs to the end of the bed. A smirk formed on his face as he crouched down between her thighs. Chaise kissed between her thighs trailing up to her waistband and sucking on her exposed midriff before they took the waistband of her leggings in between their teeth, pulling on it slowly.

Wjian struggled to hold in a giggle as Chaise waggled their eyebrows at her.

“Amor, come on you’ve gotten me all hot and bothered,” Wjian pouted.

“Good things come to those who are patient, Mon Chou,” Chaise smiled as they hooked their fingers on the inside of Wjian’s waistband before tugging them off and flinging them across the room.

Now in clear view Chaise could see Wjians soft pink panties. The material was sheer with little flowers embroidered and lace trim. 

Chaise leaned forward trailing small kisses up her thigh then stopped to stare at Wjian as he teasingly smiled at her. 

“You have a mischievous glint in your eyes. Why are you looking at me like that mi carino?” Wjian asked nervously, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“Ma Cherie, your lustfulness always surprises me.” Wjian laughed nervously at Chaise’s comment as she rubbed her bare thighs together and turned her head to avoid his gaze.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I know you planned on getting some from the start, these aren’t the same panties you had on this morning; didja think I wouldn’t notice?” Chaise asked, a wide grin sitting on their face

“You- you must have seen wrong, I’ve had these panties on all day.”

“Okay! But remember bad girls get punished~”

He ran his flat tongue up at her through her panties. Swapping a small circle over her clit. Saliva making a quick mess of her lingerie bottoms. Chaise held on to Wjian’s legs to keep her from wiggling about. Wjian's head lolled back into the edge of the pillow. Just as she was fully enjoying the sensation of his tongue he pulled away. 

“Eh- What? Hey~” Wjian whined, a pout forming on her face.

He let out a chuckle at the frazzled look she had when she looked down at him. 

“You wanna Tell the truth now?”

“Fine, I changed them when you were charging earlier! I may have been on reddit and gotten a little horny; but like today is the perfect day for us to break in your robo-cock and I wanted to dress for the occasion.” Wjian let out with a huff, her hands making wild gestures as she talked.

“Good girl; see that wasn’t so hard was it, now it’s time to reward my cute little slut.” Chaise grinned before leaning back down to eye level with her soaking arousal.

They pulled off her lingerie bottoms with his fingers. Pressed himself fully between her legs again. He rolled his tongue over her entrance causing her to let out a small cry. He slurped up her juices making obscene squelching noises that filled the room and likely the rest of the house, luckily they were home alone.

“A-aah Fuck that feels so good,” Wjian moaned, her thighs clamping around Chaise’s head.

“Divin goût ” Chaise groaned against her warm cunt, making her whole body shiver with ecstasy. 

He sucked on her clit making mini shapes in his mouth as he did. Wjian made short high pitched moans as she pulled Chaise closer to her cunt. Her fingers tangled in between his locs, wrapping her legs around his head. He slid his finger into her soaking pussy slowly pushing the digit along her walls. 

“More~”

“More what?” Chaise asked, pulling their finger out and brushing it up and down against her entrance.

“More fingers, please, mi corazon?”

“That’s a good little whore. I suppose so since you asked so sweetly.

They added another finger into her weeping heat and swirled his tongue in mixes with in hand movements. Wjian’s body began to tremble as she got closer to her climax. 

 His movements slowed down to almost stopping as he felt her tighten around his fingers resulting in a breathy whine. His eyes met with Wjian’s teary ones as she huffed out a half sob.

“I could use a bit of motivation chérie” 

“Please…” she pants  out. 

“You gotta be more convincing than that.” he speeds up for a moment then stops completely. 

“Please, Déjame terminar please i'll be good…lo juro!” she begs out to them. 

“c'est mieux” he kissed her inner thigh before diving back into her cunt. Moving his fingers in rhythm of his tasting her folds making Wjian’s toes curl. Her thighs began to shake in wanton as she tried to hold back a scream. 

“Don't hold back, let go.” Their voice slurred as he mumbled against her skin. He then made work getting her to finish.

“NaAhaA~” Wjian legged locked around Chaise as he nibbled on her clit. He pulled his fingers out and solely used his tongue to get her off. He placed his hand to pry open her shaking legs from around his neck. His tongue lapped across her wanting hole. Wjian felt like she was seeing stars as her whole body was hot. His tongue didn’t stop until he felt like he had thoroughly got the essence of Wjian’s juices. He only pulled back when she whined about being overstimulated. Real shame, chaise thought that she could have lasted at least two more times before getting to the main event. 

Chaise pulled leisurely away, the sweet taste of Wjian lingering on his artificial taste buds. He messaged her spazzing thighs as she calmed down from her high.

“To think you were practically begging for it and you’re crying about being overstimulated, how pathetic.” 

“It's your fault, you were edging me!” she pushed on his shoulder with her foot. Trying to make him stumble…it didn't work. He tighten his grip as warning but she just squirmed more even letting out a giggle as if she was challenging him. 

“Oh~ keep acting like that and I'll have to put you in your place, Morveuse.” He grabs her by said foot and yanks her to meet his waist. Tracing up from her foot to grab the pillow-like fat on her thighs.

Chaise pushed wjian’s legs apart and put themself in between her. He unclipped his overalls so he could strip off the multi-color sweater and let it fall to the floor.

Wjian sat up to gain a closer look, this would be the first time seeing Chaise’s “meat thermometer” for her, they had specifically hid it from view whenever she tried to take a peek; even while testing their water lock feature in the shower Chaise covered themselves with a washcloth.

“If you’re gonna be all up on it might as well suck me off,”

“… Y-eah yeah,” Wjian said slowly, her eyes entranced by the large bulge in Chaise’s Savage X Fenty “Rebel Cherub Lace Boxers” in shade “Black Caviar”. 

Wjian reached her hands up and snaked them around Chaise waist; the gentle caresses sent a chill up Chaise’s metal alloy vertebrate. Finally she pulled them down, allowing for the smooth cotton body fabric to pool around their ankles.

She runs her thumb over the length of their shift, faintly feeling him twitch. Circling the tip with her index finger to play with the strings of precum. 

“There’s a surprise waiting for you at the end of the rainbow.”

Her eyes light up at the mention of a surprise and without hesitation or thought she takes his taint in her mouth. Wrapping her tongue his head.

Chaise leans over her in shock, accidentally pushing himself deeper down her mouth. They let out a loud groan that almost sounded like it was distorted. Wjian moans around him at the sensation of his long schlong tickling her throat. Saliva dripped down her chin, while she looked up at him with lidded eyes as she awaited for him to move in her mouth. 

“Merde- mhm That's not what I meant ange…” He panted out; whipping away the drool that slipped out from her mouth. He looked away from her to regain their composure. 

“Just forget it, the mystery mousekatool is a surprise tool for later.” 

“Awhfw” she pouted around him causing him to let out a small whimper. He pulled himself out of her mouth with a pop, his dick  falling on the side of her face, faintly slapping her cheek. 

“Are you gonna fuck me now?” she pants out.

On the nightstand, Chaise’s phone rings cutting off what they were going to say, Walking over Chaise picked up much to Wjian’s dismay as she whined and scooted closer to him.

“Favorite Son-in-Law!” The voice came ringing through the phone. Wjian stared at Chaise while they paced around the room. 

“Hello ma'am, everything alright?” Chaise walked farther back so Wjian can no longer hear her mother on the other side of the phone. 

“Yeah I can go get it.” Chaise began putting clothes on and Wjian looked at him wide eyed. He got fully dressed and put the phone in his pocket.             

“What are you doing, Where are you going?” She jumped up but was quickly told to sit down. 

“Gotta go out and get something.” They opened one of Wjian’s drawers and pulled a vibrator and stood in front of her.

He grabbed her legs and parted them and slowly pushed the toy into her. She let out a groan as she tilted her head back. Pushing their thumb on the toy it started to vibrate causing Wjian to shiver. 

“écoute chérie, I'm going to step out for a moment so I need you to be the good girl I know you are and try not to cum until I get back.” he grabbed one of the pieces of fabric that was on the floor and wrapped it around her hands behind her making sure it’s tight enough so she can’t tug it out.

Chaise gets up, patting her head then walking to the door. 

“Also, don't touch yourself either, not like you can like that.” He smirked; walking out of the room then out of the house. 

Wjian flopped back onto the bed and pushed her legs together. A sheen of sweat began to form over her body. Her mind was fuzzy and she felt like she wasn’t in control of her body. The thing is she wasn’t in control and she loved it? Hated it? 

Whimpering and squirming around on her bed as she forces her composer into submission so she doesn't cum. 

Wjian POV 

My body was hot to the touch, my legs were quivering but felt numb at the same time. I am trying every possibility to kill my  libido but the constant swapping vibration between my legs is making it impossible. Where did Chaise go, why did he leave me like this and how much longer until They come back. What's going to happen if i cum before he gets back. I shiver at the thought of having to be punished because I couldn’t keep my own body in check.

The vibrator has been swapping between intensities ever since Chaise had left and I didn't realize what setting it was going to be on, until it was too late and the vibrations were on ten. 

It would start at one then go to five then back to one before skyrocketing to ten and ending on a random number until it repeats. I count the levels in order to keep my fleeting sanity.

One, five, one, ten, one, eight, one, five, one, Ten, one, Three, one, five, one, ten, one, one, one, five, one, ten…

My mindless muttering is the only thing I can hear as I try to keep up with the switching levels of my toy. I shifted my position which turned out to be the greatest worst decision I could have made. My shift in positioning only served to push the toy deeper inside my drippy cunt.

“Ah~” I tense up all over and I don't know if I can last another second. My blanket was sticking to my wet skin, I pressed my eyes shut and squeezed them tight as I reached a scaling breaking point. 

Tears burned at the corners of my eyes, my whimpers filling the room; or maybe I was already crying and if that's the case I have no clue when it started. Whimpering out at random while I reach the closest version of calm could.  

“Agradar,PleasepleasepleasePlease.” I beg out to no one, or maybe I'm hoping Chaise will hear me from wherever the hell they have left me to. 

I’m sniffling around my tears. I think I'm going to pass out, my vision is getting slightly spotty. I whisper out random pleas or levels from the vibrator. 

“I'm back!” The sound of my Savior devil walked into the house. Or I could be hallucinating the sound of their voice as I lose consciousness. 

“Oh dear~” the sound of Chaise cooing at my slumping form.

Third Pov

Chaise untied Wjian’s arms and gently pulled out vibrator causing her to cry out and regain her senses. He heard her murmuring number patterns like it was her lifeline. Her legs were pretty much quaking in his hands. 

He began caressing her skin, soothing the muscles of her thighs. She held her arms around him giving their neck weak kisses. 

“You're absolutely soaking chère” he kissed her cheek and moved a thumb to her clit, stroking gentle half circles. 

Wjian bucked her hips into his touch with a shrill.

“je vais te baiser, miellat you think you can handle that?” He kissed her jaw and neck waiting for her answer. 

“Please…” wrapping her hands around his neck so she could so she can choke him pull him closer to herself. 

Chaise leaned in to Wjian, pulling her closer into her and pressed a slow deep kiss before trailing down her jaw and neck, peppering kisses.

Wjian let out a whiney moan moving her hand to caress his skin. Chaise ran his tongue along her neck and ended the trail with nibbling on her ear.

“Are you fully conscious and ready to go now?” They whispered into Wjian’s ear.

 “I was ready before you up and left me.” she wiggles under him, pressing her knee into their thigh; egging him on to do something other than kiss and massage her, not that she minds that she just wants more, needs it even. 

“I bet you were but I promise that you'll enjoy what I got later.” He situated himself fully above her so he looked down at her, smirking.

“I better…” She looks away from him only to become startled when he parts her legs. 

Chaise gives a satisfied hum at the look of his lover’s cunt to be still soaking. Swapping a finger over her to test her sensitivity. Deciding that she was on edge due to her whining he strips out of his clothes again and discarded them.

“Watch it! I could leave again if you want.” he slowly started to get up but she made a quick grab to stop him.

“That’s what I thought.” he pulled her to him; there hips colliding into each other. Squeezing the fluff of her thighs then put them around his waist.

Grabbing his dick in one hand, lubing his length with Wjian’s juices; collecting the glistening moisture by rubbing the tip in circles on her bajingo. They pushed the head of their dick into her with zero resistance making them both moan. Chaise bottomed out into Wjian. A sheen of sweat formed on Wjian’s forehead as she got used to the feeling of Chaise’s large size.

He was bigger and thicker than all the toys Wjian had. Her walls stretched to accommodate him. He planted light kisses on her skin as he waited for her go ahead. When she nods and tightens her hold on his arms, he smiles down at her.

He rolls his hips into her, offering Wjian playful shallow thrusts. She let out a faint sigh; wrapping her legs around their hips to push them deeper. Chaise continued to slowly roll into Wjian testing her waning patience with him.  

“This feels nice and all but can you go faster?” 

“Of course.” Chaise spoke through his cheeky smile. 

He quickened his pace but kept to the shallow thrust. Swaying his waist at an even pace that made Wjian let out groans. Rocking into her with an unbothered haste that made his arms flex a bit. They leaned into one another for a kiss that  gradually started getting sloppy.

Chaise leaned into Wjian’s chest and popped a titty in his mouth; sucking on her nipple between his teeth then going to the other and doing the same. Causing her to let out a surprised moan. She arched her back off the bed a little to meet his mouth. 

Chaise pulled out, unlocking her legs from around him. Before Wjian could furrow her brows and complain she was being flipped over onto her stomach. Yanking her thighs to meet his own, pulling her into an arch. 

Lining up with her again, working into her with stable thrust. She shivers in anticipation as his strokes built strength. Exchanging his once fast pace for more harder, focused movements that hit deep in her just right. 

She lets out a loud moan when he angles his hips to hit her G-spot, killing the scratching want that was crawling about her body. He kept ramming into her at the same angle to draw out the same passionate shrills. 

He traced his hand on her body: rubbing up her ass, squeezing the soft flesh, then holding in place with her hips, to her chest playing with them both in his smooth hand, pulling her back into him by the shoulder and finding a resting place at her neck. 

“Ah~” They pulled her up into him. 

“tu aimes cette salope” locking an arm around Wjian and gently squeezing the hand around her neck. Thrusting up into her with wanton that makes them both groan.

“Yes!” Wjian’s legs shook as the core winded tighter and tighter. “Sho~ good,” Wjian moaned out, her eyes rolling back into her head.

“Well I got something even better.” Chaise grinned deviously, a chill rain down Wjian’s spine; wetness pooled around Chaise’s disco stick and Wjian’s hips bucked closer to them. She was desperate for any kind of friction.

Chaise's heavy cock dragged slowly out of her and before Wjian could let out any sort of whine or complain Chaise pressed a finger to her plush lips.

Chaise sat down on the bed, his legs wide open.”And here we are, the grand surprise,”

“That your dick has LEDs?” Wjian asked with wide eyes.

“Wha- no you filled out my order request form why would you think that? I mean this!” Chaise grabbed Wjian’s hand guiding it to between their legs and behind their balls, was a familiar wetness. 

“Is this…”

“A pussy, yeah,”

Without any hesitation Wjian leaned towards Chaise, diving head first into their drippy inviting cunt.

“AH- fuck you greedy slut~” 

Wjian lapped at the gooey folds of Chaise’s muff. Chaise let out breathy moans as their fingers roughly grabbed Wjian’s blonde locks. She uttered a moan worthy of being on porn hub.

Chaise’s thighs clenched around Wjian’s head;the feeling that came from a clitoral orgasm was much different than what Chaise was usually used to. A clit was much more sensitive than a peen after all. The coil tightening deep in their core; winding and winding and winding; ready to snap at any given moment. 

“Shi-shit~” Chaise cried out as Wjian slipped two fingers into Chaise’s yes yes square (you see it’s not a no no square cause consent is key!) Wjian scissored her fingers, trying to loosen the tight gummy walls of Chaise’s vagina.

Wjian was on a mission and by the sudden moan and their back arching off the bed, Wjian had completed it. She had found Chaise’s g-spot

“That feel good, amor?” Wjian asked curling her fingers to continuously caress against Chaise’s sweet spot, whilst simultaneously sucking his clit.

“Yes yes yesss! Ohmygosh keep going!”

Chaise’s head lolled back;their locs swaying with the lash of his movements. Closing his eyes and letting out a shocking shrill that startled Wjian while she worked them through the new version of a high. Leaving him panting and blurry eyed for a moment. After Chaise came…down from their senses Wjian pulled away licking her lips with a pleased smirk. 

They pause for a moment, heartbeats matching into rhythmic pace. Wjian moved to rub Chaise’s back as their breathing returned to normal. Chaise leaned over to place a slow, tender kiss on her lips. 

Lining up with Wjian’s suffocatingly tight, warm, cozy, wet, welcoming tasty, not to mention torentally downpouringly wet, friendly, adorable, delicious, wet, open and experienced yet closed and selective, fun loving, needy(but also very generous), large and in charge - but at the same time small and timid, independent but also very codependent, womanly- yet strong, wet, soaking honeypot(wet pussy!). 

Chaise dived right into her dangerous and sexy ocean. Most men(women and enbies also) would drown in the sea of pleasure that was Wjian’s model type money making penis pocket but not Chaise. If Wjian was the wide and wondrous Caribbean then Chaise’s taint was the Wonder of the Seas Royal Caribbean International Cruise, large and in charge of her metaphorical dangerous waters.

Wjian let out a chorus of wanton moans as Chaise’s hips snapped against her ass cheeks, filling the room with lewd noises. 

“Hah- time to kick it into maximum overdrive,” Chaise said.

At their words Wjian was struck with confusion but it quickly became apparent by the overwhelming pleasure. 

It was vibrating. Chaise’s dick…

…Was Vibrating.

“Ah- FUCK!” Wjian exclaimed in confusion as her mind tried to comprehend the faint aggression of humbuzz that was now Chaise’s dick.

Chaise wrapped his arms around Wjian’s waist and flipped her around with precision and expertise. It all happened so quickly Wjian could barely comprehend it as she went from backshots to cowgirl.

“You handle me so well Amour,I could never get tired of this~”

“Oh dios, Ay dios mío!” she grabbed a hold of the arms that were wrapped around her. Chaise jackhammered into Wjian’s squelching cunt, her legs shaking as she struggled to hold herself up.

“Merde I’m so close,” Chaise groaned. 

“Come inside! I need your cum all inside my pussy!” Wjian proclaimed her tongue lolling out of her mouth.

“Oh~” Wjian's toes curled and she closed her eyes in an effort to savor her climbing climax that was falling into her grasp at a harsh velocity. 

As waves of euphoria washed over Wjian, Chaise’s hips slowed and stuttered unevenly. Sticky white hot ropes of cum shoot into Wjian’s meat muffler. It was exactly what the slut ordered.

“I'm proud of you, you lasted longer than I thought.”

Chaise pulled out, sighing in deep satisfaction. Wjian laid on their chest, gently kissing their jaw before turning her head back to a comfortable resting position and taking in their body heat.

The familiar white viscous dripped down her thighs. They both smiled with a sigh and sweat fell from her pores. While they could've turned off the seminal ejaculation, Wjian said it would be fine, because like any good slut, she loved a good creampie.

While yes she might’ve been sticky from sweat and cum and all types of other love juices; and while yes her legs and back would be severely sore in the morning, this is what she had longed for; What they both longed for.

The gentle skinship, the tender kisses, the loving caresses; and yes there were certain things that weren’t possible for the two of them, they could work around it, because now they really have time.

Chaise was here to stay, and so was this relationship. Wjian was a gay ass gamer and Chaise, who has been her gay ass gamer chair, got a little bit gayer.

NOTES: We, Mind of the Hive One, Eseni Azuly, were given too much creative liberty by our co-author and do not apologize for the unhingedness of this story, it is a crack fic after all.

I am only half sorry. -Mind of the hive Two

So Darling Worker Bees, I hope you enjoyed the Gaymer Chair! If you did like this then we have other stories coming to Tumblr soon that are similar to this as well as some other projects in the works to stay tuned and tell all your deviant friends!

If you speak French or Spanish we the Anomaly Hivemind are so sorry for the translations if they are wrong, we do not speak those languages

Translations

French 

Mon Chou- sweetie

Mon tendre- my sweet

Mon Ange- My Angel

Mon Cher- my dear

Mon Amour- my love

Mon étoile- My Star

Oui- Yes

Amour- love

alors je protégerai ton coeur pour toujours- then i'll protect your heart forever.

C'est compris- its understand 

Salope- slut

Chérie- dear

que c'est chéri- what’s that darling 

Divin goût - taste divine

c'est mieux- its better

Merde- shit/fuck

écoute chérie- listen honey

tu aimes cette salope- you like that slut

Ma Cherie- my dear

Spanish

Mi Tesoro- my treasure 

Querido- my love

Amor- love

mi carino- my sweet

mi corazon- my heart

Déjame terminar- let me finish 

lo juro- i swear

Agradar-please

Ay dios mío- oh lord

[quinloki]

Soooo uuuuh about my OC...

1. favorite thing: uuuuh I honestly never really thought about it XD I think I love her as a whole...but mmmh, now that you make me think about it, I think I like the fact that she's very curious and can retain the enthusiasm of a child when discovering new and interesting things (especially about animals)

2. Worst trait: her tendency to be by herself and to remain as neutral as possible can become real selfishness (also she can't even boil an egg ahah)

3. How long have you had them: she was born more like as a self-insert waaaaaaaay back when I was in high-school (so around 2007), but then she slowly elvolved into her own character (and now we cannot be more different from one another)

4. Who do you ship them with? I have the bad tendency to easily ship her with a lot of characters, but her main now are Drake and Kaku

5. What’s their favorite - and most hated - food? favourite: flying fish and most hated: pureed soup

(Also sorry for being on Anon and not giving the OC's name, but I'm a bit shy about it 🙈 but thank you so much for letting us gush about out little babies <3)

Don't apologize - OCs and such can really be a reflection of who we are, sometimes even subconsciously. It's a real window into people, and it's not something everyone's comfortable with \o/

I don't expect people to be able to easily trust me with their kinks - Even me! I talk about kink and stuff a lot, and yes, some things can be inferred, but no one on here is really going to know mine.

That aside, thank you for sharing - I love this OC already! I especially like how she started out as a self-insert and became something different. You grew and left her behind, and in that way you get to be two different people - and what a way to interact with a world too - and yourself now, and as a self you no longer are.

I love Drake and Kaku as current options. Drake's really one of those characters that makes me want to tease him - like Paulie. Kaku too, I bet it's fun to tease and fluster him - but of the three I've mentioned I think Kaku's got a streak to him the other two don't xD

He'll getcha back 😇

thank you for sharing!!

Let me love your OCs and Self Inserts

[woos-lil-oreo]

Kinktober Day 11

Kink: DDLG with Seonghwa

Warnings: pet names, fingering, Seonghwa being a soft daddy dom and a taunting being of human... I think that's it

Author's Note: Please enjoy the hopefully possible spam of drabbles for Kinktober xD I managed to fall behind again and now I have 5 fics to do so yeah XD... Reblogs are appreciated and I hope you guys still like my content 🙂

Kinktober 2021

~

Seonghwa is in his office, trying to finish up the paperwork for tomorrow's meeting with the CEO. He hears his sweet baby girl running down the stairs.

"Daddy!!! Daddy, daddy, daddy!" You scream down to the hallway.

He jumps a little, not expecting you to scream, but he's prepared for you to-

"Daddy, I'm bored." You huff, falling into one of his chairs in front of the desk. He chuckles at your little pout, a bright smile beaming on his face.

"Why are you bored, sweetheart?"

"I did everything I had planned for the house today, and you are still working." You mope slightly, arms crossed your chest – raising your breasts higher than usual.

Seonghwa's eyes fall to the action, following your chests.

"Well, don't you come sit on Daddy's lap and tell him about what his precious baby girl did today?"

You smile in an undocumented victory and bounce over to Seonghwa's chair and sit on his lap, legs happily kicking back and forth.

As you talk about all of the little mini-adventures (also known as chores) you did in the house, you feel his fingertips on your thigh, making littles circles as they make their way to your apex.

You stop mid-sentence when you feel Seonghwa's slender finger move up and down your panty-clad slit.

"Daddy, what are you doing?"

"Listening to my baby girl tell me about her day." He replies smoothly as he completes his meeting notes and moves a finger in your now-dripping core.

As you attempt to continue, your mind struggles to put together anything besides his fingers moving in and out, covering themselves in your slick. The sailing train of thought you put together has derailed itself as your words come out as stumbling syllables on top of each other.

"Don't tell me you're getting bored again, sweetheart. You were just craving attention." He taunts as he curls his fingers to brush against that soft spot that gives you shivers, makes your head fall back, and has you calling your Daddy's name.

~

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[chicchanmooshy]

Shades of grey, chapter 15 - The nest

And now, the chapter you all have been longing for... XD

@leosgirl82 @thelaundrybitch @roxosupreme @mysticboombox @turtle-babe83 @whispers0fgreen @angelcatlowyn @raisin-shell

warnings: 18+, explicite, smut / lemon, mention of tcest, angst / anxiety, kink exploring

wc: 4000-ish

It was already mid-November and the nights were getting pretty cold. In the lair the temperature dropped as well. Master Splinter seemed not to mind, his fur adapted to the cold weather. And the guys had put up heaters in his room to keep him warm at night, and the humidity out.

To Ishtar it wasn't a big of a deal either. She was used to the cold – her cold water training did help - and knew how to stay warm, and wear more clothing. During the night she slept in warm pj's and she had an extra blanket. But for the guys it was  hard during this time of year. Seeing them on a cold morning, stiff and shivering wasn't a pretty sight. 'I should help them', she thought. Walking to Donatello she presented her observations.

“Yes, it's like this every winter. I hate the cold and am a bit jealous of you. You seem to have no problem with it”, he said.

“The perks of being human born, I guess.. Is there something I can do to help you guys? Sleep together to keep warm?”

“Oh, you always have my vote for that!” Donnie said eagerly. “I also would like you alone in my bed”, he added.

“Yeah, I like that too. But my concern is for all of you. Sneaking away together to another bedroom is always possible, of course. Though, you have to wait your turn.”

“Wait, what?! Do you mean to say you still haven't had sex with Leo yet?! What were you two doing then in your room after the Halloween dinner?”

“Just kissing and sleeping..”

Donnie rolled his eyes. “Ugh, Leo doesn't know what he's missing”, he sighed.

“What am I missing?” asked Leonardo who was curious when he heard his name.

“You don't know what you're missing, to not have sex yet with Ishtar.”

“All in due time, Donnie”, Leo said confident. “Some things shouldn't be rushed.” Leonardo looked knowingly at Ishtar. “And Ishtar here is taking her time to figure out my riddle. The ball is still in her court..” Leo winked at her and walked away.

“What was that about?” asked Donnie curious.

“That? Oh, I figured that out a few days ago. I'm waiting for the right moment to act.” Her thoughts drifted away... and then remembering why she came to Donnie. “Okay, back to the subject we started with. Are there options to sleep together, with five in one space? Do we have the resources to enlarge my bed? Because that is already the biggest bed in the house, is it?”

“For that we have to search the garbage dump. I'll talk to Leo about that. But until we enlarge your bed, we do fit all in there already, only not much room left to move around. Sometimes when we want to enjoy each other sexually, we make a nest. We then drag all our mattresses to one room and sleep there together.”

“Oh, that also sounds alright. Should we suggest that for tonight?”

“Sure, I'll announce it at lunch. Although I wonder if we get much sleep..” he grinned.

“You are way too eager, you know that?”

“Yup! Hey, something else. You mentioned at your last period that you are still fertile..”

“Yes, what about it?” Ishtar asked plain.

“Do you use contraceptives?”

“In a way.. yes.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Ishtar sighed. She was not fond of sharing this piece of information. “As a human I didn't wanted children, so I had myself sterilized in the hospital. Since I still have a human period, I think the sterilization is still intact.”

“You THINK?! You're not even sure?!” Donatello exclaimed.

“How can I be sure of that? I cannot go into a hospital and ask them to check it, now can I? Do you have equipment to check this?”

“Not at the moment, but I can fabricate something.”

“Oh, of course you can.. Is there anything you cannot make?” she asked sarcastically, winked and walked out, not looking forward to that kind of examination.

“Hey guys, because the nights are getting really cold, shouldn't we huddle up in bed together? Make a permanent nest?” Donnie asked at lunchtime.

“What?! Already a permanent nest. It isn't mating season yet!” said Mickey. “But I like the idea, bro! Will you join us, Ishtar?”

“Just for warmth and literally sleeping? Yes. If the nest is placed in one of your rooms, we can use my room for the more physical stuff.. Up until Donnie and me have enlarged my bed, to fit us five in there.”

They all loved the prospect of sleeping warm together every night. But Leonardo wasn't sure if he wanted to share Ishtar, even before he had mated with her yet. Would she already know what he expected of her on their first time together? 'Oh shell, it's starting to get harder to restrain myself around her. I could fuck her right here..'

Sensitive as always, Ishtar felt Leo's energy. Gently touching his mind she told him now wasn't the right time to fuck her on this table. Leo gasped at her response. Challenging she looked him in the eyes and mind-thought to him, ^Oh, try to defy me now!^

'Oh shell, she knows..', thought Leo and swallowed. 'Should I still court her, make a romantic dinner for us? Argh, who am I kidding?! I should demand her now to..'

“Whoa Leo! You're trembling!” Donatello exclaimed. “Are you alright? Is it too cold in here? Should I get you a blanket?”

“No, I'm fine Donnie, it's nothing”, Leo said quickly.

Ishtar looked amused. 'Damn, he almost lost control already. This is going to be interesting..'

Preparations were made and the temporary nest was placed in Leo's room, because there was the most open space. When Ishtar got herself ready to go to bed, she took her own pillow from her room. Arriving in Leo's room she was hesitant to enter. Everyone in the lair had a different sleeping rhythm and Leonardo was probably already asleep. Silently she walked to the nest and crawled under the covers. She sighed and snuggled on her spot to get warm and comfortable. After a few minutes she felt Leonardo trembling near her. “Are you still cold, Leo?” she asked casually.

“Me, cold? When such a hot woman is lying in my bed? No... I'm quite warm right now”, he said in a husky voice.

Because she wanted to sleep she said uninterested, “okay Leo, good night.”

Leonardo hadn't expected that and it left him frustrated. 'I know she wants me, so why isn't she acting on it?' And bit his fist out of frustration. But being a gentleman as ever, he left her in peace. Grateful for his training it took him only a few minutes to settle his mind and fall asleep.

At different times during that night the other brothers came in to sleep in the nest. They all sighed content when they felt the warm bed.

Waking in the morning Ishtar felt really safe, with everyone lying around her. The brothers liked this too, because Ishtar was indeed a lot warmer than they were. And that warmth was something they all craved. Ishtar only felt three bodies lying around her. Well.. more like all over her. She could feel several arms and legs touching her body.

She wondered were Leonardo was. Opening her eyes she was him nearby, meditating, but with a forced look on his face. Frowning, Ishtar scanned his body to discover he had a massive boner right now. Not only that, she could smell his need for her. Forcing down a churr Ishtar wiggled out of Raphael's arms and squatted down in front of Leo. At that moment he started to leak some drops of precum. Looking at it again she thought this was no ordinary morning erection.

“Leo”, she said softly. “Can you open your eyes for me?”

He did and seeing her in front of him made him moan.

“Well, good morning to you too”, she said smiling. “Need some help with that?” she asked and pointed down.

“Hhhh...” was the only sound he could make and shook his head.

“You sure? Because it looks like we can solve this problem easily.”

“... Ishtar-r-r...” he panted and swallowed. “I told you I want to take it slow with you.. Are you telling me you don't want that anymore?”

“I did like the idea. But seeing you like this.. You have to admit, your desires are starting to get the better of you.” Getting naughty, she sat down on her knees and brought her face close to his. “Does it hurt already?” she whispered.

Leo closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. “I'll be alright.”

Ishtar heard someone stirring in bed behind her. “Hey Ishtar”, said Mickey. “Please come back to bed, it's getting cold in here.” Looking in Leo's direction, he chuckled. “And take Leo with you. He'll certainly warm us up!”

Leonardo growled at Mickey and closed his eyes again to gain concentration. Ishtar thought of her breakthrough in Leo's riddle. 'He looks so hot right now. How much effort would it take to break his restraint? And how dominant should I get with him?' She took a breath to get into the right energy. Opening her eyes again she took Leonardo's face in her hands and asked for his attention. Feeling her change in energy, Leo's breathing quickened. 'Please take me now, you're killing me!'

“What you're doing now, isn't healthy Leonardo. And there are only a few options here.

One, I respect your wish to take it slow and leave you in this “state”.” Leo groaned.

“Or two, I let your brothers take care of you..” Behind her Mickey churred loud.

“Or three... I'll straddle you and grind over your rockhard yummy cock until you whimper and beg me to wrap myself around you. And then I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you're gonna scream my name so loud they hear it topside..”.

Leo squeaked, panting hard and looked desperately at Ishtar. 'Oh shell, I'm gonna die..'There was a continuous stream of precum leaking out of him now. Desperately trying to control his body, Leo closed his eyes again.

“Do you want me to make a decision?” Ishtar asked.

Panting, Leonardo nodded, “yes please..!”

Ishtar got up. The look Leo gave her, with so much disappointment almost broke her heart. “Shh, it's alright Leo. Be there with you in a second..” She removed her pj's and shivered a bit in the cold air. Turning around she walked in her most sensual way to him. Kneeling down and keeping true to her word, she straddled him. With a sigh she relaxed in his lap, Leo trembling all over. “I have a few demand here, Leo”, she said stern.

“... anything for you..!” he panted.

“Whatever we do today, there are safewords. Orange and red. They apply to us both. Do I need to explain what this means?”

Leo shook his head.

“I want to hear you making sounds. I want to know what turns you on, what hurts and the things you like. I wanna hear you moan, groan, growl, scream and most of all, I wanna hear you churr..”

In response Leonardo finally let his churrs out, loud.

“Good boy”, she smiled. “And last, no holding back today..”

Leo still didn't move. So Ishtar placed one hand at the back of Leo's head and the other on top of his carapace. Pulling him in she kissed him softly. Leo's arms embraced her tight to his chest and she moaned. When she opened her mouth and asked for entrance with her tongue to his, he finally responded. He took possession of her, all of her. Hands roaming all over her body. Leo didn't know where to start first. While he kissed her neck Ishtar was grinding her body to his, moving her hips in the process. Moaning his name she panted, “wanna feel a little trick?”

“Whadaya got for me?” Leo churred.

With precision she rolled her hips over his cock a few more times. When she felt the tip she tilted her hips back to slide his entire length in. All at once.

“Fuuuuuck Ishtar-r-r...!” Leonardo screamed and cursed a lot more. He was so overwhelmed by this intense feeling his hips bucked. Grabbing her ass tight he stood up and slammed her against the nearest wall and started thrusting. The intensity overwhelmed her, all she could do was kiss him everywhere she could reach, groaning his name and enjoying every bit of him.

“Sweetheart, I'm about to cum, I'm sorry...” Leo panted in her neck.

“Shh, no apologizing needed. Let me have it!” she reassured him. It only took him three more thrusts to cum hard, coating her inner walls with his seed. The feeling of his cock pulsating inside of her was... felt... so good.

“Mmm Leo..” she purred. “Let's do that again..”

“Gladly at your service”, he groaned and nipped at her neck.

“SHELL, that was hot! Could you two give us another show like that? And what was that trick with your hips Ishtar, can you show me?” Mickey exclaimed and churred.

Ishtar looked in his direction and saw three horny men. She chuckled and kissed Leo again, a long loving kiss. “Shall we move our party to my room? Raph, Mickey and Don can have the nest for now.”

“Sounds like a plan.” He let her down so she could walk.

As he walked to the door, he admired her ass. He held the door open for her on purpose. So he could hit her on the ass. The slap echoed loudly through the bedroom. Ishtar let out a scream, followed by a churr, and looked at Leonardo. "You, me, shower, now!" she said in a dominant voice.

"Yes ma'am!" he replied with a grin.

Mickey, Donnie and Raph looked at each other.

“Do you know what this means?” asked Raphael.

“Yeah dude, no training today!” said Mickey.

“Yes Mickey. But this opens doors to more possibilities with her.”

“Do you mean... group sex..? Is it finally happening?” Mickey asked big such big eyes, still a bit in disbelieve.

“I like our one day off, but how do we deal with the noises they're making?” asked Donnie.

“Dealing? Tsk Donnie, we're gonna do what they are doing!” said Raphael and nipped at his neck.

In the bathroom Ishtar and Leonardo showered, cleaning up each other. Along with sweet kisses and cuddles. Leo apologized for the slap on her ass.

"No need to apologize, I actually liked it. Just don't do it too often. Leave some for Raphael”, she grinned and kissed him again.

Then Leonardo suggested a cleaning ritual.

“Sounds interesting, please tell me more.”

“We'll scrub each others carapaces with a small brush and with our full concentration on our loved one. After I am done with yours and you're covered in soap, I will rinse everything with water from this bowl. The water will be warm. And I would like.. love you to do my shell as well..” he said lovingly.

“I like it already.”

Her first experience with special care to her shell was when Donatello had smoothed her shell after her escape. That was nice. But this was so much better and intimate. Leonardo had placed a pillow on the ground with a towel draped over it and sat her on top of that. He sat on the floor with his legs around the pillow. If Ishtar reached down she could touch his knees. It felt safe to hold on to him.

“Am I allowed to talk or sing?” she asked.

“Yes you are, as long it isn't small talk. I would love to hear you sing, just for me”, he said while scrubbing on.

So she sang: All related – Nessi Gomes

Somewhere in the song Leonardo brushed against one of her erogenous zones. Ishtar churred softly, “mmm Leo...”

Wakan Tanka Gran espíritu Agradeco Pachamama

Wakan Tanka Tunkashila Agradeco Pachamama

En el cielo, con los pájaros que vuelan las oraciones

Y amor Misterio de la luna

Amor Mi vida preciosa

Amor Dame dame fuerza

Amor Confía medicina

“You liked that, darling?”

“Yaaaah..” she breathed long, half in trance.

Leonardo scrubbed on, “sing for me, sweetheart.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

“Wow, that song IS alive!”

Omnia – Alive!

Hot like the sun, wet like the rain

Green like the leaves, live is a game

Star in my hand, shine moon shine

Everything's cool and I feel fine

Can you touch

Can you hear

Can you feel

Can you feel alive today

“Yeah, they're good at that, just like this ones.”

“This kind of music is called pagan-folk. My favorite band for years.”

Omnia – Grone Lunden

Omnia – Call me satan

“Not anymore?”

“No, they stopped playing a while ago, but I still like their music. I like several kinds of music. It depends on my mood which I listen to. Sometimes pagan-folk or new age, psy trance, classical and also hard rock.”

“You listen to hard rock? I didn't know that! Raphael is going to like that.”

“On rare occasions I need to blow off steam. And that works best for me with music. Nirvana, Queens of the Stone Age, Tool, Monster Magnet, Guano Apes, or anything else I need in that moment, preferable with loud gitares.”

“How do you blow off steam?”

“Dancing, head banging, singing, sometimes screaming, volume set loud..” she shrugged. “But those are rare occasions. I don't get angry easily. Not much anger in me. Frustration of course is something else.”

“Hahaha, if you say so.. Alright, your shell is done. Let me get the water so I can rinse the soap off.”

The whole experience was... so nice. Real attention for one another, warm water cascading down your back and a warm towel to keep you warm. Ishtar purred.

She sighed happily and changed places with Leonardo. He in turn instructed her how to scrub and where to pay more attention. “This is an intimate way to get to know our lovers' body and with that their erogenic spots.”

“Do you know all the spots of your brothers?”

“No, I don't know all of them, but at least a few. We don't always have so much free time, with the crime fighting topside.”

Keeping quiet for some time, he thought of how they have lived their lives up until now. Ishtar laid her hand on his shoulder, saying “I'm here if you need to talk or just feel safe.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that”, and placed his hand on hers.

When Ishtar got halfway Leo's shell, Raphael came in. “Hey guys, don't mind me, I just need to pee..”

Leonardo acknowledged him with a nod. Ishtar froze the moment Raphael stated his business. “Dear Goddess, not now..” she whispered. “Sorry Leo, I'll continue shortly, give me a minute..” and she covered her ears. Confused what was going on with her, Leonardo turned around to look at her. He mouthed “are you alright?”

Ishtar shook her head and even closed her eyes for a moment. Raphael didn't notice and left the bathroom soon after. Ishtar trembled when she opened her eyes again.

“What was that about?” Leo asked.

Ishtar shook her head, so Leo hugged her, rocking with her. “Hey, no holding back, remember? Tell me, your secret is safe with me. You know, the connection we are making today is also about trust, trusting each other with anything.”

She sighed. “This thing is still very new to me. I haven't given myself any time yet to think about it, or to analyze it.. I don't know if I'm disgusted by it or that it's just a kink..”

“Go on”, he encouraged her.

“The night when I hid in the bathroom, when I panicked.. I got turned on... by the sounds... of Raphael... peeing..” she spoke quietly and blushed.

“Interesting,” said Leo. “And are you only turned on by Raphael... doing that, or do you respond to all of us?”

“I don't know, I haven't made a study out of it.”

Leo chuckled, “now I hear Donny talking.”

“Yeah, I'm a little science nerd too, in case you didn't know yet.”

“I do know now. Do you want to explore this possible kink?”

“I guess...” she said a bit unsure. “What are you gonna do?”

“To empty my bladder”, he said grinning and walked to the toilet.

“Oh boy..”

“Hey, that is my line!”

Ishtar giggled.

'Good', thought Leonardo, 'she can still laugh'.

Unfortunately, the first sounds she heard did made her a little tense. Soon after, she felt the first churr rising up in her body. And another one, which was even louder. But she still felt uncomfortable. Leonardo felt it too, even at that distance. “Relax sweetheart, you're safe here. Just go with it, don't fight it.”

“Hhh... churr... Leo...”

The last splash was too much for her, she whimpered his name. Walking over Leonardo felt sorry for her. She sat there like a trembling pile of misery, not knowing what to do with herself. “Hey, did I cross a line?” he asked carefully.

Through falling tears she whispered, “I don't know. Can you just hold me?”

“Yes, of course, come here.”

It took well over ten minutes for Ishtar to calm down. “Ishtar, I have to ask. What just happened to you?”

“I'm not sure. It did turn me on... I had difficulty to express those feelings. I know I'm safe here, safe with you.. but … it almost felt like there's a blockage on it. Like … I'm not allowed to get sexually aroused by that... My body knows how to react, but my mind is blocking it.. Those mixed signals, I got anxious...”

Leo kissed her gently on top of her head and then looking her in the eyes. “Do you remember we set safe words today?”

“I do, but in that moment.. I couldn't think straight, my mind wasn't there..” she said sad.

“It's alright, I kept watch over you. A good lover always does. Does it help to say, you can always come and listen to me.. do that. Just to get used to it, until you're ready to explore it further? And does it also help if I told you we all have kinks?”

“Oh yeah? Care to share yours?”

“Well, one of them is pain..”

“One of them? You mean you have more than one kink? And pain...? Receiving or giving pain?” she asked carefully.

“Both”, he answered with a darker voice. “But only if I got someone's consent... Is there anything else what can calm you down now? Anything at all?”

“Some music would help.. But I haven't finished your shell yet..”

“Don't worry about that, we'll pick up later when we're ready again. Go get your music in here.”

They listened quite a while to these songs and more instrumental music, up until her stomach started rumbling. “Did you hear that? For our next activity my stomach has made a suggestion” she chuckled.

She chose these ones: Ugress – Your monster is me

Dreamstate logic – Etheric echoes

Perpetual loop – Sunspots

“Finally, I'm starving!” and nipped at her shoulder with his teeth.

“Hey! None of that now! I'm not the main course..”

Pouting looking at her he said “too bad... are you sure about that?”

“Yes and pouting doesn't make you attractive, so stop it. Come on, let's get dressed and have breakfast with me.”

[somedaytakethetime]

Are you also being plagued by the constant visions of being spanked by your favourite goalkeeper? Here is a slight NSFW-ish poorly written piece about that! Here you go... I'll go hide in the corner forever now.

Disclaimer: there is absolutely no sex in this, I don't think I can actually ever write that xD, but the NSFW-ish bit comes from the hint at (female) nudity. That's all. I don't even say the word ass in this so you're welcome! EDIT: Everything I write is massive... I guess I have a kink with big things... even fic

Laying there on his lap the anticipation is palpable... why won't he just do it? What is he waiting for, it's starting to get too much to handle... if he would just...

She's squirming as he looks down at her. The more she squirms, the more he smirks. She's anxious, excited, and possibly a little nervous. They've never done this. Yes, he thought about it more than he'd ever admit to, but he would never dare to suggest it to her. She's so soft and sweet to him, always so gentle, that he just wanted to wrap her in cotton wool. He could never imagine she'd actually want this. But she did, oh she did.

When she approached him and asked he couldn't even believe it. He was so angry, that game went so poorly! He could kill the whole team and probably some more people if he was being honest, he's livid and he feels his blood pumping in his ears, so when she mutters a soft 'I want you to spank me' he doesn't understand it at first. But he knows she's talking to him, she's looking at him with an expectant face, so he stares at her, puzzled, asks her to speak again.

She's shy now, blushing so prettily, and looks down at her feet, shifting lightly from side to side, and whispers so softly he almost misses it. But he hears it. His heart stops for a moment, eyes glazed over, as his face hardens... and so do other things if he's being truly honest. She fully nervous now, thinks she's made a mistake, tries to justify her preposition by explaining how his anger made her think that maybe he would like to let out some steam, but 'it's okay we don't have to! I'm so sorry I even suggested! If it makes you uncomfortable just forget about and'.... he stops her by lifting his hand. She looks pretty like that, flushed and embarrassed, but he's so proud of her for voicing what she wants.

Because this is something she wants. As wanted for so long now. She can try to explain it away, claim it's to relieve his anger, but if she's being honest she's been thinking about this for so long that it's fully her wish. But what is she to do? His hands are so beautiful, and they are massive! She's never seen such big hands before, then again, he's a really big guy all over so no surprise there. She's lost in all these thoughts, gazing at his still raised hand, when he says 'come here'. And she goes.

He makes sure she's comfortable, he'd never forgive himself if he actually hurt her, when it hits him that she looks the most beautiful he's ever seen her. Laying there on his lap, half-dressed, squirming and waiting for him to strike her. It's not her nakedness, or her position that makes her almost glow in his eyes. It's her trust. She trusts him. Really trusts him, she knows he wouldn't hurt her, even as she waits for him to spank her to help him ease his pent up frustration. His heart is so full of love and devotion for her that he almost can't take it. So, he drops his hands down onto her.

The first strike surprises them both, neither were quite ready, but it feels like electricity sparkling in the air around them. This is probably the most turned on she's ever been and she can't stop squirming. He warns her, stills her with only his words, and lets his hands run over her, soothing, calming, loving. And then he strikes her again. Harder this time. And once more. She's panting. So, he does it two more times.

His breath has gotten harder too. This is... having an effect on him. A stronger effect than he expected. Seeing her getting turned on, her pretty bottom turning pink, it.... has a hold on him, he's not going to lie. He thinks he can't get anymore turned on but then she softly says 'could you use your gloves, please?' and he swears his heart stopped for good this time. That please, so soft yet desperate, is the sweetest music to his ears. He loves this woman more than he'll ever manage to put into words, so he'll show her he loves her by catering to her every wish.

She has to wait. He has to go get his gloves, left them in his bag thrown somewhere by the front door in anger, but the anticipation is nearly too much to handle. She doesn't even know what possessed her to say that, has no clue where it come from. But he had an almost animalistic look in his eyes when he left, and it's a huge turn on to see him like that. She's imagined the gloves. She's seen him play and always gets a bit hot when he spits on those cursed gloves during a game. He's noticed this now and takes every opportunity to stare straight at her when he does so. She loves him, but still wants to slap him for turning her on in public. She's touched the gloves, even cleaned them for him, multiple times at this point. Felt him cup her face with them still on after games, and the softness is always startling. The padding is smooth and warm, she never thought they'd feel like that, but she imagined them once on the rest of her skin and she cannot stop imagining it. She's happy he didn't laugh or mock her, he would never, she knows, but she feared for a bit he might ask her why and she has no clue how to answer that. She's also relieved when he finally comes back, with a clean pair he didn't use for the game 'always so thoughtful and loving' she thinks, because the wait was getting unbearable.

They re-arrange themselves again. Back to where they started, expect he's confident now. No longer angry, how can he be with her right here, looking like this? The game the furthest thing from his mind, as he puts on his gloves. These gloves. He wears them so much, he considers them his second skin. He's noticed she has a fondness for them, can't help but tease her when he needs to clean them during a game, but he didn't know they affected her that much. He's never going to look at them the same after this. He might keep this pair separate from the rest for now on, 'you never know what the future might hold' he thinks, with a smirk, as he looks at her.

The first touch of his gloves to her body sparks two thoughts. One: she can't believe she actually asked for this. Two: these are so soft. How can they feel even softer? The padding is impossibly smooth, but warm. She can feel the warmth radiating off of him, is distracted by this though, when he strikes her. She gasps, caught off guard, but melts immediately. That was... nice. It was different from his hand, 'this feels so different' can't help but think. She can't quite word it but it's both soft and biting. It's not as rough as his hand, but it still stings a bit. She thinks she actually might melt this time. Then he hits her again. She knows he's smirking, can feel the cocky arrogance flowing from him right now, but at least she thinks 'well, this is bound to improve his mood' a rival smirk to his gracing her lips. With her face hidden from his eyes, he would never have a clue she's been planning this for weeks now, just needed the right moment to ask and make him think he's the one in control.

[intheseautumnhands]

Um! Kliego, and.... your favourite other TUA ship (lawd, I'm suddenly hoping that you ship kliego lmaooo, sorry if you don't :'))

Hah, it’s fine! I’m into pretty much every single Hargreeves ship to some extent. Klaus/Diego* is not super high on my list to be honest, but I’m definitely still into it overall! I think it’s just fandom saturation more than anything that puts it lower down, because I do think the dynamic could be of interest.

* (I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I cannot use smushnames. I don’t begrudge anyone else use of them, they don’t bug me *that* much, but typing them feels so awkward.)

Choosing a favorite is honestly harder because I just want to ship all of them but I will... I dunno. Maybe RNG stuff I’ve written lately to pick. XD

Gonna cut since I’m already rambling before I even put in the questions, whoops.

(Also, two-days-later A: Hi I fell asleep in the middle of this and then barely touched my computer yesterday. Sorry!) 

 Klaus/Diego:

when of if I started shipping it: I walked out of my first viewing singing the song of my people at every single combination possible (Not even walked out, I watched over several days, it only took the first. not even half a season.) (The song of my people is, of course, I Ship It by Not Literally.)

my thoughts: Again, it’s not my #1 ship for the show, but I definitely could see it. I like that, of all the possible combos that could have hung out during the time between leaving home and the show, they seem to have the least amount of active vitriol and bitterness. It opens up interesting windows for that time period, as well as means it’s among the ships that need the least foundation work to get to somewhere decent afterwards. It makes it an interesting counterpart to some of the more actively difficult combinations, which I like especially in a poly context (because I am me and everything happens in a poly context).

What makes me happy about them: Again, the possibilities during the time gaps! And the general sense of... friendliness? It does feel like they’d have a lot less to get over than a lot of the pairs and I like it. (granted I think Klaus in general, while he has plenty of issues, seems to have less of them with his siblings specifically than most, so that’s playing into it, but I also see Diego as probably the one with the most after Vanya, so that’s interesting in and of itself.)

What makes me sad about them: I’m just sad for all these children growing up in their shitty, shitty childhood. And by sad I mean I want to read a lot of things that make me want to cry. Either as children but also I’m down for adults unwillingly letting the conversation drag around to their trauma too.

things done in fanfic that annoys me: Klaus is snarkier, more clever, and a lot stronger, mentally and physically, than I feel like a lot of fic gives him credit for. I think that goes for a lot of fic in this fandom, but since it’s one of the biggest ships and he’s in it, I feel like it shows up a lot for K/D. I’m not a big fan of them being really close as kids, either, which comes up a lot; my headcanon for Diego being pretty distant from all his siblings is strong enough that it takes a lot of set-up for me to accept anything else. (Awkwardly getting close in late teens as both of their ‘get me the fuck out of here’ drives get stronger and stronger is easier for me to see than close-as-kids.)

things I look for in fanfic: Tropes! The writers for this ship give me all the tropes. I want to marinate in it. I’m also kind of into general ‘it was casual, then whoops, I caught feelings, now what??????’ for them, because I could see it. Other than that, like... look, if it looks like it’s interestingly written or has an interesting concept, I will read it. I’m not super picky in this fandom, if it’s Hargreeves-centric and doesn’t bitch at shippers in the tags I’m in to at least give it a try.

My kinks: Uhhhh. Hmmm. I haven’t actually read a lot of kink fic for this ship or considered it, but I feel like I want mutual sadism/masochism.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Honestly my hope is for most of the characters to end up without another major romantic plot. I’m here for canon Allison/Luther but hoping the rest of them just... don’t. Especially since I don’t see them going for two sibling ships and that’s really all I’d want to see. If not that, both of them with new characters would be my preference, because there’s no one actually in the show I’d be down for. Maybe if they somehow warp the timelines around enough to bring Patch back, but even then, eh, just let me have family stuff.

My happily ever after for them: In general as characters, my ideal endgame for both characters is in healthier places than their start point, still clearly working out their shit, and on good terms as a family. As a ship: I feel like both of them would get bored eventually by any kind of ‘and then they went and got a happy domestic place to live and nothing exciting ever happened again’, even if it might be nice for a little while, so... active, somehow. Either they end up somehow finding some kind of active hobby to screw around with together, and enjoy flirting with each other while they do it, or like, I don’t know, get bored one day and accidentally buy a business just to have something to do and find they get weirdly invested in running it. (Maybe, like, a restuarant or something else that’s really high-stress. Or maybe the gym Diego boxes at goes for sale and he doesn’t like the look of the most likely potential buyer and buys it himself before he realizes he has no idea how to run something and has to slink back home and let Klaus laugh at him. Shit, I want that fic now.)

who is the big spoon/little spoon: This assumes either one of them are capable of sleeping totally still which honestly I don’t see. They both seem like the kind of people who flip around in their sleep and wake up five times a night. So, they both take it in turns and also sometimes just end up in weird sprawled positions, either on top of each other or really far from each other.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Honestly, I feel like joking around and talking together would probably be it. I could see road trips, too.

Uhhhh I RNG’d things I’ve written lately and I got Ben/Allison. Nobody else writes that but it’s the tiny ship of my heart so I’m gonna do it anyway. I’m sorry, my random teeny ships are what you sign up for when I get to choose. >>

when of if I started shipping it: On like my third rewatch Allison’s little “I miss him” while she’s watching the cameras burned itself into my brain and I have wanted more for the two of them ever since.

my thoughts: I just! Look it’s pretty much canon that everyone loved Ben, but something about his snarky-but-because-I-want-you-to-do-better-and-I’ve-given-up commentary with Klaus and Allison’s alternating defensive and concerned mode -- I just want them to team up together to despair everyone else’s problems and try to figure out how to help (and often failing; I feel like in a general sense, they’re both better at pointing out the problems than actually fixing them on their own). And I feel like they both get prickly in ways the other would understand and be able to deal with easier than most of the family.

What makes me happy about them: I feel like this just blends into the thoughts above. I love the potential for how they might interact, and the potential for them to call out each other’s shit (and probably everyone else’s).

What makes me sad about them: Everything about Ben in canon is sad! Even the happy things are sad!

things done in fanfic that annoys me: There are exactly two fics for this pairing and one is me and one is PWP smut, which just isn’t super my thing. So uh. there needs to be fic to annoy me. Please write fic specifically to annoy me, oh no, don’t throw me into that briar patch. (That said, in general, I feel like both of them get their sharper points filed down a lot in fic. They both have their pointed sarcasm and their moments of outright lashing out, and I want to see more fic deal with that.)

things I look for in fanfic: Again, I say, please let fic exist. Also, I badly want a proper AU of Ben surviving and running off to Hollywood with Allison. I did not do it justice in my tiny thing.

My kinks: I want switchy powerplay with an emphasis on play -- competitiveness and teasing and wrestling. Also younger or AU Allison who hasn’t yet tried not to use her rumors for everything not trusting anyone but Ben enough to gag her, because her voice is her best weapon. 

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Please please give me an Allison/Luther endgame. Ben I have no feelings on -- I still stand by not wanting any other romantic subplots, really -- but I am rooting for Allison/Luther in canon no matter how many others I ship them with.

My happily ever after for them: Possible in canon, as characters: Allison figures out how to balance ‘not using her rumors at all’ and ‘rumoring everything always’; Ben gets brought back to life and gets to be happy. As a ship: Honestly, connected to the family and both doing their own, fulfilling, non-superheroy things. Allison can act and Ben can get a chance to figure out what he wants to do, because I feel like even if he’d survived that would’ve been hard for him.

who is the big spoon/little spoon: Especially if we’re going with some semblance of canon and Ben’s died and come back, he’s the little spoon, because being wrapped up in someone else is comforting. But also just any kind of cuddling is welcome.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Judging everyone. No, I kid. Sharing and discussing books and movies, maybe. Ben passes along books he liked* and they watch movies together and Allison dissects acting choices and they both debate themes and ending of more ambiguous stories. They are loud movie watchers if they stay home to watch things, and go have loud debates over coffee after if they go out. *(I actually have a whole tangent in a fic that got cut out that I want to reuse for this fact, specifically about Ben having a slightly masochistic Lovecraftian phase in his early teens and passing it on to Allison, and Allison in her 20s thinking that if it fits either of them, it’s her, because she gets in people’s brains and rewires them and they forget what she’s done to them, and if either of them could make people go mad, it’s her.)

[alirhi]

as an autistic person who also happens to be (semi) kink-friendly, this post really speaks to me.

I constantly have to explain to the people around me the things that contribute to sensory overload for me and why they're so problematic. and invariably, every single one of them will point out some "inconsistency" in my actions.

How can I possibly enjoy a rock concert when people overwhelm me and loud noises and bright lights hurt me? Because I chose to enter that environment, knowing exactly what I was walking into. I was prepared for those things I normally find unbearable. and because music changes everything. The right music can calm my brain and keep me from having a meltdown. Plus, at a good concert, the energy is completely different from any other crowded setting. Everyone's focused on the stage, everyone's having a good time, the energy is unifying and uplifting.

I hate driving with my aunt because she never shuts the ringer off on her phone (though I've asked/told her to repeatedly) and she keeps it so loud... I almost fucking crashed when she just let it ring and ring because "it's a spam call". Yeah, fine... so REJECT IT. Make the noise stop! The snarky look that woman gave me when I turned up my radio a few minutes later... ugh. I love her, I do, and she has since learned the "music helps Ali's brain" thing which is great, but holy shit that day...

Don't touch me. omfg don't fucking touch me... without permission. and never, ever unexpectedly unless you want to bleed. But if we're good, if I'm comfortable with you and I invite it or you ask? SNUGGLE TIME! I wither and die inside without physical affection. I love hugs, man. I just need the touching to be on my terms. I would never, ever, under any circumstances, touch you or even enter your personal space without your invitation or express permission. All I ask is you afford me the same courtesy.

It's not inconsistency or contradiction; it's nuance.

I'm half asleep so I think I lost my point early on XD I'll just shut up now

while I’m at it, i may as well post my “how kinky people look at sex reveals how autistic people experience the world better than anything else I have seen” post.

[lovecanbesostrange]

is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

That's a very loaded question. Like most writers, I just wish I had this magical, mystical machine that can read my mind and *poof* finished, semi-well written fic appears.

I am absolutey overjoyed and thankful beyond belief, that @heartsways let herself get bullied into writing a wtf-even-is-true-love story about Ruby/Dorothy coming to terms with their relationship and all their needs. hohoho, not all their needs, the bullying continues It's something I've thought about ever since Ruby Slippers aired, but concentrating like that and dragging it through so many scenes with all the people around and finding this sweetspot where it's neither too angst or pure fluff - I could never. So in some ways I consider that somebody writing something for me, that was in parts pulled from my brain.

I am also over the moon, that between coming up with a dozen scenarios with @konako, the idea of a Red Beauty bodyswap became such an intense craving, that we shouted it out into the universe and @lex-noctis heard the call. I am so excited. There's already a beginning that leaves me with a lot of questions, and some things have been teased. But it's also where the complication comes in - he asked if he was allowed to go a step further and make a Red Beauty Queen out of it. And of course I am here for that! (Poly is always an option.) It broadens the possibilities. But it also means this will stray from what I had imagined. (I will be gifted things I didn't think about, and that is delicious!!)

And this is why I don't know if I can honestly say, I wish people would finish stuff I started? Because it would never be mine-mine. It couldn't be!

I'm very anxious that somebody could read this wrong, I do not believe I am a superior writer to anybody, that I have a grasp beyond anyone's compare. Pffffffff....... I see so many writing quirks I have I don't understand and sit here so often yelling at myself for having such a hard time actually writing that goes beyond free-flow. I see myself fall back on the same couple of things over and over, and it it is so refreshing to follow other people's train of thought to see where they go. But some ideas are dear to my heart and if someone would pick that up, but it's slightly to the left of where my heart lies with it? I would feel so bad about that. Plus I'm a bit of a snob actually, there are some things I don't like when reading that a lot of people do. I won't say, because I am not here to step on anyone's toes! I don't comment on it, I don't care that much when the story is good, we all have our dos and don'ts we follow. But then I feel like I'd have to say for example "please never use the word orb instead of eyes", you know, stuff like that. Also, would I have to write down all my fav kinks and hard nos? I've just discovered that something I was indifferent about, is the best invention since sliced bread under the right circumstances. you know who you are, you know what you did, and this lonely lesbian is very confused now But see, I would limit the other writer and also my own experience...

I also have this problem, that a lot of the time I set a scene and immediately see two (sometimes more) ways it can all play out. And my brain follows both roads, because since I'm not writing, I can indulge.

I am in awe of people writing fics in chapters, releasing tens of thousands of words over months,staying with one story, making it rich, going for slow-burns, putting details under microscopes, indulging themselves in ways that are entertaining for the audience. And the thought I could gift one of my ideas to someone like that, to get a story for me out of it, is as fear-inducing as it is exhilarating. Somebody finding new depths! But also what if a detail I forgot to put enough importance on gets glossed over?

Then again, if somebody could finish there's a whole where your heart lies for me... Maybe I shouldn't have tied my one uh-I-wanna-write-more-for-Dorothy-fic to the one emotion that triggers me like nothing else. I played myself. (And no, nobody can finish that fic but me, because I know all the steps along the way. But also, try writing a funeral for a character with no canon-name, when you are allergic to picking one yourself. Oh god, all the Rogue-fic I once read, where people tried giving her a definitive name... and I even hate the canon one in ways... bäh...)

Of course promps are different. I mean, what we're dragging lex-noctis through to do is a very elaborate prompt!! Somebody could re-write the show from 2x07 onwards for me, I give some pointers about ships. Yes, find me someone who can write the ultimate Tamara&Greg arc, bringing Mulan over, having Sleeping Warrior AND Red Beauty at the same time (as the Lord intended), follow basic plotlines, but keep all those good characters around, explore them, instead of weird Disneyfying, let Regina find True Love with Emma in the last season... oh yeah, somebody could write me that epic. XD But finding a person with all the same (dis)likes for characters? Or rather, seeing the potential in all the characters... see, here is another thing. Even though there are characters that I don't really like in canon, I think even they deserve better in fic. I'm not a big fan of throwing them under the bus. I bend my faves, I can bend those guys, too, right? And who would go to such lengths for me?! (Like I said, I'm such a snob. It's why I sometimes go like a year without even looking fic up.)

Okay, this is a long post. I don't even know if it can be considered an answer. With my current extreme hyperfixation on Ruby Lucas as if this was 2012 all over again, I am so, so lucky to have this bunch of people (here we are) who are feeding me and who also listen to so many ramblings (that are just the same thing over and over).

Ask me again next year and I'll say "sure, write me that B'Elanna/Seven long fic that is rummaging in my head since the 90s, I only have vague ideas about". (Will I ever write for a show while it is really ongoing? I'm such a slut for canon-confirmation and don't want to upset the status quo; which is why I wrote Glee back then, because that show didn't care...)

Edit: oh right, if there is another being on this planet who cares enough about a Rachel/Rogue romantic combo - FIND ME! WRITE ME SOMETHING!! I have no thoughts, only vague feelings.

[the-sapphire-general]

My Thoughts and Feelings About Sephiroth (Part 3)

Well I did say I would make a third part if I had more in mind about Sephiroth. And much to my surprise, there is more! So here it is! Parts 1 and 2 can be found here so you can keep up just in case I mention anything from those posts:

My Thoughts and Feelings About Sephiroth (Part 1)

My Thoughts and Feelings About Sephiroth (Part 2)

Now this one will be a little different because I will include more about the portrayals I've seen throughout the Internet, my own opinions about them, and my own portrayal. Plus I will include the essay I wrote about him for one of my college courses and I might say random things about Sephiroth that I will discuss. 

First will be the portrayals of Sephiroth I have noticed throughout the Internet. I will not attack any of these or offend anyone who has these headcanons. I respect everybody's headcanons, and it's a good thing too because being a jerk to anyone who has portrayals that are different from yours is stupid and a waste of time. I have friends whose portrayals are varied, and we don't fight over how Sephiroth should act. Love them, hate them, be neutral to them, just as long as you handle this in a mature manner. 

Now I have mentioned the portrayal of Sephiroth where he's unnaturally hypersexual in part 1, so I will not go into detail about it anymore. It's already been done. Another one I will not discuss again is the mindless killing machine portrayal (mentioned in part 2). To those who do or like these portrayals, I dislike them but I will respect your choice.

Now for the portrayals. The ones I really enjoy are the ones for his Crisis Core self (or pre-Nibelheim if you want to put it that way). As I have stated before, I can relate to his past personality, so I really like a lot of the headcanons. Picturing him, say, struggling to socialize, not knowing much of certain things (i.e. video games), spending time with friends, basically being human is heartwarming for me. I take it a lot of people like CC Sephiroth, and who wouldn't? There was this one story where Sephiroth took a liking to lemon drops, which is one thing I added to my own headcanon page on my blog. I found it rather sweet and cute. That's like me but with chocolate. I love chocolate. And then there's one where he has no idea what a sitcom is due to his sheltered upbringing, and it was pretty amusing to picture Genesis and Angeal trying to explain it to him as they watched TV. There are many others that I don't think I can list since there are so many of them, and for a lot of them, I like them. There's some that I don't, but that's just my personal opinion.

Now for the Sephiroth we all know after the Nibelheim Incident. Man, I'm beginning to remember what I've read. It's hard for me to find some portrayals that I like because the ones I've seen so far were unsettling. Sephiroth being a sadistic rapist is one of the worst ones I've seen so far. Not as in the stories are poorly written or something like that but for me, it's one of my least favorite portrayals. I get that he lost his mind, but I believe he wouldn't go that far. I wouldn't go that far with my own portrayal because it just makes me feel uncomfortable. Just thinking about it makes me uneasy.

I confess that I don't know my limits when it comes to portraying Sephiroth. For a long time, I've been trying to grasp his evil demeanor and I still hesitate to go further and struggle to get inside his head sometimes. So I don't know how far I can go with dark, twisted, cruel scenarios, but rape is one of my limits. I won't reveal the user, but I was recently asked if I could do necrophilia. When I got the question, I was speechless. That's another one of my limits. I really can't imagine Sephiroth being...intimate with a corpse. Much to my relief, they respected my opinion. And I like that. People should respect others because everyone has limits and if I have to force myself to write Sephiroth doing rape, acting all creepily intimate around Jenova, asphyxiation (as in the kink), or something that I don't see him doing, I won't enjoy the roleplays at all. I used to wish I could please everybody, but that's an impossible goal and I should keep in mind about what I want and don't want to do. Again, I don't know my limits too well, so if anyone wants to RP with me on my Sephiroth blog and it involves something that you're not sure if I accept or not, please message me. I'll try to get out of my comfort zone, but please respect my limits. If I don't do certain things, there are other Sephiroth blogs out there. It's simple and it will prevent pointless drama.

My portrayal for Sephiroth is close to his canon self but mixed with his CC side and my own headcanons. I try to stay close to canon as I write, and I silently read what I wrote and then read it out loud while picturing Sephiroth saying it. If what I wrote doesn't work, I revise them until they sound like Sephiroth. It's still not easy because I'm still struggling with his dark, insane, cruel self, the villain everyone knows and loves. One thing is certain is I do try my best to make him more human but still maintaining his character. I can't make him too human or else that ruins his cold and distant qualities, like making him fall madly in love with someone or bawling his eyes out. Now I haven't seen these examples anywhere, so I'm just throwing in random hypothetical headcanons here. The point is I do try my best not to make him too kind, soft, patient, you know, real nice or else that's not really Sephiroth. Lol But I also don't make him relentlessly cruel to the max 24/7. Both extremes aren't portrayals I like, so I am tackling middle ground. It's possible, and if others don't like my portrayal, that's fine, but they shouldn't judge me for it.

Since I'm discussing my own portrayal, I might as well explain other things about it. Let's see, he has interests outside of trying to destroy/conquer the world and messing with Cloud. My character is a loyal follower. Her profile isn't on my blog but her name is Maybelle Rose, and she's Sephiroth's love interest. Speaking of this, I make Sephiroth a bit of a Tsundere towards others, not necessarily involving romance like with Maybelle. He doesn't act like a stereotypical Tsundere, but he's a very, very subtle version. 

Romance. Now this is something that might piss off so many, but I can picture him in a relationship. No, I'm not talking about Crisis Core Sephiroth. I mean post-CC. Say what you want, but I can see it. If done well, it can work. I don't like following the stereotype that villains are incapable of love. Some villains can truly be incapable of love, but not ALL villains. It's not mandatory. A friend of mine claims that Sephiroth is bland. Now I completely disagree with his opinion, but it did give me confidence in pursing romance regarding Sephiroth. Heroes are written as human beings, why not do the same for villains? That's what makes characters compelling, it makes them real. That's what I'm basically trying to do with Sephiroth, and as challenging as it may be at times and despite people probably going against this idea as they read this, I'll do it. My blog now allows shippings. Yes, I now accept shippings. I used to not accept them, but I changed my mind. My reasons are shown in my rant here:

Sephiroth Fandom Rant

Okay I know I said I wouldn't mention the hypersexual Sephiroth portrayal, but I might as well. If he were in a romantic relationship, he wouldn't be like that. Sephiroth doesn't get horny around everyone. Seriously, he's not a sex-obsessed maniac. Sephiroth is a private man with dignity and he would never act extremely sexual, let alone sexual in general. He would be intimate with his significant other, but it would be in a normal level and he would be intimate in private. And I must add that my portrayal does involve Sephiroth having kinks, but he's not sex-obsessed like I said. He has self-control and he keeps things private. 

Now for the next thing. I wrote this essay over two years ago, and apparently I kept it after all this time. Lol Yes I wrote an essay about Sephiroth, back when I was still somewhat of a new fan. The assignment was to do a paper on a criminal, real or fictional, and diagnose them with specific personality disorders. However, it didn't mean that they HAD to have any of these disorders. We just had to show the instructor that we understood the material we have learned during class. Take a look at my essay here:

Essay on Sephiroth

Fun fact: My other choice for this assignment was Gaston from Beauty and the Beast. XD But Sephiroth was a better candidate and I was able to write more about him than I could have ever done about Gaston. Schizoid Personality Disorder and Antisocial Personality Disorder were two of the ten types of personality disorders that came close to Sephiroth's behavior. I don't consider either of these disorders as my personal headcanons for him. I honestly never did despite Schizoid PD being pretty close. And much to my shock, my instructor liked my paper and I wound up getting an A! I never got an A on any papers, so it felt amazing to finally get a grade that was higher than a C.

Speaking of psychology, one headcanon that's somewhere online is that Sephiroth has autism. Well, it is possible because I have a friend who is autistic, but during my research on this condition, I don't see Sephiroth as autistic. Sure some of his traits do seem to resemble signs and symptoms, but speculation isn't considered a confirmation that he has autism. He might have it but I would rather have Square Enix confirm it if he really is autistic. On another note, I do understand why they headcanon him as autistic. They relate to Sephiroth because some of his traits remind them of themselves. I get that and if they think he's autistic, that's okay with me. This headcanon is also given to Papyrus from Undertale and Pearl and Peridot from Steven Universe, so I'm familiar with this. Even L from Death Note is believed to be autistic. To be honest, I kind of believe it regarding L. That's just my opinion, though.

Tangent aside, courtesy of a friend, I am more intrigued by Sephiroth in a new level. Aside from his appearance and personality, his intelligence, the way he thinks has me curious. Yes I have been trying to get into his head to improve my portrayal, and I think I found a strategy. If I want to portray and act like Sephiroth, I have to think like him...in less destructive ways, might I add. Lol I may not be an expert as Sephiroth yet, but I'll get there. I've come this far on my blog, and I'm not throwing it all away. 

Speaking of my Sephiroth blog, besides that it would be fun and such, I created my own blog because I wanted to express my passion for him. He's one of my role models that made me stronger and I just really admire him. And like I said, I knew I could connect with other fans. Sure, there's a toxic side of the fandom, but that won't stop me. I did feel offended several days ago, as mentioned in my rant, but I'm fine now. In addition to my reasons, I didn't start the blog for fame. Popularity isn't really a big deal for me, I just want to show everyone how much of a Sephiroth fan I am in creative ways. Besides, I found the thought of portraying Sephiroth a fun challenge considering he's my opposite, and he pretty much started my fascination for villains. I also made friends thanks to the blog, one of them being my best friend here on Tumblr. :)

Now to finish this post with one more thing. When I was still a new Sephiroth fan, I confess that I tried to redeem him. Of course it was a difficult task to do for a story, and I admit I was determined to do it. However, as I kept going, I slowly realized doing this implied I didn't like him the way he is, the villain he is widely known as instead of what he used to be before discovering his origins. So I drifted away from redemption and focused on Sephiroth on who he is without changing him. Today, I love Sephiroth for who he is, cruel, cold, calculating, everything. Why change a character you're supposed to love? You wouldn't do that to a real-life partner, or anyone in general. Sephiroth wouldn't have liked me for trying to make him turn a new leaf. Lol So I never pursued redemption for him again. It was too hard anyway. It's like trying to redeem the Joker! That's how hard it was for me. So screw that mind-numbing task, Sephiroth should remain as the badass villain I have grown to love.

Well, this is it. For real this time! Lol This is my final part of the "My Thoughts and Feelings About Sephiroth" posts. I said everything I had to say about Sephiroth as I included all my thoughts, feelings, etcetera. I'm out of things to say about him, so no fourth post! XD If I ever have more Sephiroth-related comments that comes to mind, I'll just make small posts. Will I make more long posts like these? Perhaps. I had fun writing these posts. Maybe I can tackle other topics, or maybe talk about another character in detail. Well, see ya!