#but there are WAYS to do it subtly! you don't HAVE to grind the story to a halt to get a few details in there!

[solarissantaella]

I honestly don't trust writers who say that you should never spend that much time describing characters' appearances or how they dress... tell me you don't respect fashion as a form of worldbuilding without telling me you don't respect fashion as a form of worldbuilding.

[nrdmssgs]

Respectfully, I wanna deep throat Nikto. Like he can fuck my throat ☆

Masterlist

He can and he will.

TW: pure smut, no story, finger sucking, Nikto slightly doming, face fucking

When you first leaned in, letting Nikto capture your lips in a heated kiss - he was gentler than you expected, threading his fingers through your hair to pull you closer and deepen the kiss. You wouldn't mind gentle on any other day, but not today. Not when your body is all tensed due to the hormonal storm of ovulation. Not when your skin burns without a contact to his. Not when you are this hungry.

You are both breathless when you part, your eyes meet his pale blue irises. You want him so badly, it is embarrassing. It's a good thing, he can't read your mind, cant see all the awful dirty things, you crave. Your lips travel down his chest, leave a vet trail of kisses on his belly.

"Greedy, aren't we?" A low chuckle catches you on your knees, at eye-level with his waist.

You look up with a silent plea. You're too shy to vocalize, what do you want, but you can show. Your hands travel up his pants, fingers carefully tugging the belt.

With a click of his tongue, Nikto catches your wrists in a steel grip. It's so hard to balance between the intoxicating lines of his abdomen just centimeters away from you and the need to behave in order to-

"Did I let you?"

He didn't. Rascal. Nikto would let you do anything to him, use his body in any way, but once you really need him - the man remembers, that teasing is on the table as well.

So now he scans your features, weighs all the nice and naughty things you did so far. All to decide what to do with that pretty mouth of yours.

He cradles your face gently, tilting his head to one side as he subtly sways his hips forward. With a deft motion, Nikto hooks his thumb beneath your lower lip, brushing the salty tang of sweat from his skin against your teeth. In a low, resonant murmur, he commands, "Open up."

You oblige, closing your eyes. Here in the darkness of a suffocating bliss, he sends you in, you don't just let his index and middle fingers slide in - you practically breathe him in, sucking eagerly.

You can't help yourself - you don't even care anymore if he sees this side of yours. Indulgent. Nasty. Corrupted.

A moan leaves your chest as he pulls his fingers out and tastes them.

"Umnitza. A glubzhe smozhesh?*" Once again, a tease, a dare. He becomes unbearable, when he is certain, you are ready to do anything.

With a fast nod you catch his fingers as soon as he lowers his hand. The taste of his saliva mixes with yours, and your thirst only grows.

It's three fingers now, and he slides much deeper in. It's hard to breath, almost impossible to think straight, but you concentrate all your will to keep standing on your knees and pray-pray-pray with your tongue for more. An experience transcending religious, as you give him your very soul.

Take everything, just let me...

A glint ignites in his eyes as you tilt your head back, and he presses his fingers into your mouth up to the knuckle. His lips part, and his eyes half-close in a languid expression of appreciation.

"My-my, such a good little thing." He pulls his fingers from you with a pop, wiping your spit across your cheek. The belt buckle unfastens with an iron clink. Nikto lets go of your wrists, but the other hand stays on your cheek.

You don't believe it right away, when he decides to just let you have him your way. Your fingers are extra slow as they slide up his shaft, feeling heavy veins even through the textile.

But Nikto encourages you, grinding himself slowly against your hands.

You've proven so good with your mouth, how can he deny you?

If you couldn't feel, couldn't see how hard he is, you would believe, the man above you is completely calm. His shoulders don't flinch when you place a soft kiss against glistening tip. A kiss, that grows into another and another and ends up stretching to a wet line leading to his base.

You shut your eyes, and part your lips, just as he showed you with his fingers. He tastes like sin, like the end of anything modest in you, like a lust itself. High above you, his lethal purr raises the hair on the back of your neck.

"Bloody... Your lips are dangerous."

Nikto sinks his fingers into your hair, controlling your head by the roots, sliding the velvet heat of his cock past your lips. He doesn't go all way, drawing a greedy whine out of you after he started to slide out slowly.

"Want more?" He pauses, still keeping you from taking more of him.

You nod with your mouth still full, and that gives him a second of an absolute perfect angle. Not letting you change anything in your pose accidentally, Nikto slides in one more time. He's still slow with this push, but this time you feel his hot tip with your throat.

Your eyes dart up and meet his gaze, fogged with desire. This must have some effect on him. With a hiss, he backs away a bit and lunges forward.

Before you tried this with him, the experience was always hectic, suffocating, painful. But Nikto loved to ease you little by little into relaxing, giving in to your own hunger, leaving your insecurities back. And now this pays off.

His breath grows ragged, each thrust accompanied by a dirty escapade leaving his lips. Drool slides down your chin with each movement of his hot flesh. Your eyes are wet with tears. It's not a pain - it's a pure bliss of having this beast so close.

He watches you spellbound. A feral, animalistic grin growing on his face.

His little treasure.

"Take it." A thrust harder than the previous ones.

His angel falling oh so gracefully for him.

"Take it." His cock pulses spreading warmth down your body, and you feel like your sex resonates with him.

His blessing. His everything.

"Take. it." His moves grow hastier. You're so full of him, but he wants more. He wants to give you more.

This man doesn't just indulge in your whim. He fucks you like he means it.

Umnitza. A glubzhe smozhesh? - Good job. Can you take them deeper?

[skaruresonic]

Hey! I just read your post about creating visual novels (this one: https://www.tumblr.com/tartrazeen/759072677603524608?source=share)

I'm trying to make one right now. I'm not too sure which tool I should use - I was thinking RPG Maker so I could use the little sprites - but I figured I could do stick people or something as placeholders for actual artwork.

No matter what tools I use, how exactly did you go about "writing" it? Did you script your story out first and then learn how to program it after, or did you need to know how the program worked to tailor your story to that?

I learned to code in tandem with writing the story. It's moreso the case that the writing evolved in the process of learning how to code, began to mold itself to the medium, if that makes sense. Personally, if I had to do it over again, I would take the time to acquaint myself with RenPy's particular scripting language, as it might have made the process a lot faster and less... growing pains-y. I would recommend learning to code first, but again, it doesn't make much sense to make a test VN without a story to support it, so maybe make something small for your first test project where you get to grind for XP commit mistakes in a space where your art isn't riding on it. People make silly test VNs that never see the light of day for the specific purpose of teaching themselves coding, so don't feel afraid to do that. Writing VNs differs from writing other stories in a way that's difficult for me to explain. You have extra tools in which to deliver the story, and it takes time to learn those tools - telling stories not just with words, but with timing, animation, audio, and images as well. You'll find that it isn't enough to simply have images pop up onscreen; you'll want to make them appear with a flourish, and those flourishes also tell a story. The UI tells a story. How you make elements appear and disappear contribute to the overall story. When you think of everything as a potential contributor to the story, that opens up a lot of possibilities and gets you thinking with portals creatively. In that vein, I'd say depending on your angle (because some VNs are just straight-up text, which is valid too), VNs can function somewhat more like movies. They can benefit greatly from an understanding of cinematography.

This might sound weird, given how we naturally tend to think of writing as the most important element - and it is important, just maybe not the only important element - but I think one of the most important things you need to establish right away, even before setting down any words, is a strong aesthetic. As one half of the medium, the visual part of a visual novel cannot be neglected.

What angle are you shooting for? Romance anime? Comic book? Gritty film noir? What are your visual motifs? In addition to helping you decide how to market your VN, the aesthetics will inform your storytelling, give you some concrete image or symbol to latch on, and can serve to subtly reinforce both theme and narrative. For Doki Doki Literature Club, it was the heart and a pen. You'll notice its motif of writing is reflected in the way in which the title resembles a scrapbook:

You and Me and Her has a cell phone as its main McGuffin and so technology becomes one of its motifs. Its textbox resembles a cloud; the text also moves rather slowly, to make you stop and soak in its story. The dreamlike interface later changes into something that resembles an old-school computer UI when a character decides to manipulate your route, reflecting the artifice of the game:

Worldend Syndrome had the pinwheel as a recurring symbol for narrative purposes and is color-coded to represent each of its characters. In addition, it bears a feel-good early summer vibe that I absolutely adore.

The novel I've been reading sporadically on and off over the past year, Hashihime of the Old Book Town, reflects a 1930s Japanese aesthetic, blending traditional Japanese art and literature with Western influences. Note the juxtaposition of traditional and modern elements, like the film reel beside an ink drawing of a koi fish:

It's also brilliant imagery because the game's plot centers around the MC's frequent breaks from reality; the film reel represents exaggerated realities, while the fish reflects how he "jumps" through various parallel worlds through puddles of water.

Everything sort of "trickles down" from there. It doesn't make sense to have a UI befitting a Resident Evil game if you're writing a cutesy otome game, for instance, unless you're aiming for cognitive dissonance.

For OaS I decided early on that, because it was going to be a slapstick comedy in places, the sprites should be more cutesy and cartoonish than the subdued way Sonic characters are usually drawn:

The goofy exaggeration only served to heighten the story's comedy. A "bounce" animation I found and later tweaked served as the basis for a running gag where Sonic gets hurt and "boings" like a rubber ball.

I also liked the Advance series' checkered tiles and wanted to go for a watercolor manga-cover-esque flavor... which, in turn, fed the ridiculousness of the story:

That's a far cry from this current project's aesthetic, which is slower, moodier, more somber, and more, I guess, "erudite," as it's based on Welsh literature and a little on history. So the aesthetic has to match.

Not to say aesthetics should be the only thing going for your story, of course, but because this is a visual medium, it is significant enough to warrant my huge wall of text about it lol. If you're just starting out, I'd recommend grabbing placeholder sprites and backgrounds until you can procure ones of your own. It's perfectly fine to use stick figures, although eventually you will have to start working with finalized pieces since the individual dimensions of your pieces will impact how your code functions.

If it wasn't clear already lol, I work with RenPy. Despite my frequent moaning and complaining, it's probably the easiest program to learn for coding, as it uses its own framework built atop Python. Once you go through the process of learning the syntax, you can pretty much do anything you want with it, as it's infinitely customizable.

Some auxiliary programs I use are FireAlpaca (a free art program that works just as well as MediBang or Photoshop, and even supports animation), Audacity (free audio mixing; can also convert mp3 files to OGG, which is a must since RenPy only recognizes OGG file format) and Notepad for coding.

Btw, all of this stuff you can do for free. Anybody who tells you that you need to pay for fancy programs is trying to sell you something. Don't fall for it lol. As for actually making the thing... My creative process is messy and probably shouldn't be emulated. For lack of a better term, I call it the "dumping everything out on the table" method. First (and note that this step isn't always "completed", it's an ongoing process) I gather all the "raw materials," and then sift through them and play with them until the final product becomes something coherent. The material-gathering includes art, music, and sound effects, which will take some time. I count writing as a "raw material" as well since it can be edited.

From there, the writing and the coding sort of feed into each other. I have to be able to experience the story as the player will experience it, as it's a different experience than when you're staring at a word processor. What will the player feel at this juncture? Does it Hit Different(tm) when I use different wording, or change the song that's playing in the background, or employ a different sprite, or tweak the timing, or use a different animation?

The general rule I try to abide by in this regard is that if it isn't working for me, it probably won't work for the player, either. Put yourself in their shoes, because they're the ones going to be playing it.

Even something as simple as the way you present choices to the player conveys information. Should I offer a choice during this particular scene, or let the moment play out linearly? How many choices should I offer? Do I stick them in a false choice? An infinite loop? Do I hide choices, making the player feel clever for finding them or powerless to stop the narrative? Do I assign variables to choices? Do I disable rollback for choices so the player has to stick with their decisions? If I do have rollback enabled, will I do something with that? What are the consequences of making choice A first, then choice B, if at all? Many things to consider. Sometimes the sheer volume of work can overwhelm you as a solo dev and make it difficult to maintain motivation. Especially since you can't really show off a buggy game the way you would a story excerpt or a rough sketch. Making to-do lists, especially towards the end of the development process when it seems like a million things are screaming for attention, helped me stay on task and break them down into smaller, more manageable chunks. I might not be able to bang out a 20,000-word route in a week, but I can certainly fix a bug that duplicates a character sprite. This is a medium where you have a lot to keep track of, and small details do add up in the end. Crossing tasks off your to-do list provides small wins that add up over time. That's why I decide that certain days are dedicated to specific kinds of work. Some days are for writing, others coding, etc. (Also, RenPy comes built in with its own list function called TODO, although I haven't personally played around with it yet.)

Although OaS technically features choices, thus making it not a kinetic novel in the strictest sense, it's still a very linear novel with only one branching path. There weren't any persistent variables other than the flag which determined your route placement, and it functioned much like an on/off switch. Which is why I have no idea how Random managed to bypass it. xP

This new project, on the other hand, is much less binary in its structure. It tracks seven variables for three different characters and calculates ending eligibility based on the accumulation of those variables. Which, just in terms of sheer coding, is A Lot(tm) to keep track of. I struggle to scale back the scope creep out of fears that a more standard visual novel experience will bore the player. It's likely that if you're playing a visual novel, you're not expecting a hack-and-slash, but ofc that won't prevent the monkey brain from clapping its hands at you like "Your game NEEDS more interactivity or you're gonna lose them!" That's the devil talking. Ignore him.

So then you're gonna be weeks into implementing a QTE, only to realize that the version of RenPy you downloaded bears a glitch that forces repeat interactions at inconvenient times and you might have to scrap that and do something else entirely.

Based on a true story. xP

[killemwithkawaii]

I have a mighty thirst for Larry Johnson and I need to confess my sinful fantasies about him and anything to do with fucking him while we're both stoned as fuck.

I've pretty new to smoking weed still, I've only really used vape pens and edibles without having someone else roll or load a bong for me. Enter one sexy stoner god; Larry Johnson- The Weed Wizard.

One night it's just he and I hanging out, smoking weed and playing video games, and he playfully teases me and pats my back after I overdo it a bit and cough my lungs out for the fifth time.

I often get horny when I smoke weed, and I think Larry's regular joking around and ribbing would just have me squirming in my seat.

What I don't know is that he's noticed me not-so-subtly staring at his mouth out of the corner of my eye every time he takes a drag, biting my lip when he puts his hands over mine to properly grip the heavier bongs, putting an arm around my shoulders to lean in closer to light the bowl for me.

Before I can cough myself sore, Larry tells me he knows a trick to cough less- shotgunning.

I agree and he takes a long hit before pulling me close and exhaling slowly into my mouth without breaking eye contact. The next time he exhales, his lips are even closer to mine. After the third exhale of smoke he kisses me and then neither of can keep our hands off each other and fucks me to into the couch, all dazed and desperate. ~R

High Sex with Larry Johnson-

[CW: NSFW Lemon, Larry Johnson x (gn)reader, unsanitary, drug use, dubcon (technically bc you're both intoxicated???), MINORS DNI!]

>YUS SOME HIGH SEXY TIME WITH LARRY 😤👌💨💕💦

>I'd bet he would think it was soooo cute that you're a baby stoner and would loooove showing you the ropes~ >:3c

>The process of getting your weed ready and smoking as foreplay is so good??? Selecting just the right strain to set the mood, taking a big whiff from the bag to build anticipation, him introducing his pieces (and maybe laughing and sharing stories about the names he gave them), picking out what flavor wrap you want, the sound and smell as he grinds up a nug, him carefully collecting all the keif left on the sides of the grinder with one of his paintbrushes, the way he licks the blunt suggestively while making eye contact, watching his hands as he breaks down the bud and loads the bowl just so, him insisting you get greens and lighting it for you while you hit it, competing a little over who can take the biggest bong rip, seeing him blow smoke rings or french inhale just to show off a little (and maybe teaching you how to do it, too)...~ Just 🥴💨💓💦💦💦

>High sex where you're just grinding away and it's so damn sloppy but you're too gone to care about the mess or the noise or the occasional slipup in rhythm 👍👍👍

>Sometimes one or both of you gets the giggles or gets distracted and you end up having a deep and/or silly off-topic conversation mid-coitus, then realize you're naked and remember you were in the middle of having sex and you get back to it 😂

>Also taking a pause once in a while to take another hit while you're fucking (maybe while one of you is still inside the other) 😩👌💨💘

>Okay but what if he rolls you your own blunt to enjoy while you lay back and he goes down on you (and he wont stop talking about how he has the munchies and that you're really hitting the spot right now)? Do you shotgun him hits off of it and taste yourself on his lips or what?? 🤔

>Alternatively, sucking his dick while he smokes a blunt and he dirty talks and praises you and pets your hair the entire time 🙈💞

>Or, you could just go with some casual mutual handjobs while passively watching tv and cuddling up, not in any hurry at all to get off, just relaxing and enjoying the intimacy of touching each other while stoned UwU 💋💨💘

[doodle-pops]

Dear Diary

Imagine yourself, being a member of Fingon's household. You knew him since your childhood. He often ended up in palace infirmary in Tirion after his sparring sessions. At that time your parents, both healers noticed your interest, even talent for healing and from time to time they let you help them. One day you helped your mum to dress rather a nasty cut and since this wound needed a few stitches, your mother gave you very important task of distracting him from pain and unpleasant stinging.

You took it with all seriousnes a kid is capable. You made up a silly, funny story about a girl and her pet rooster (Hei-Hei from Moana could be it's twin). It worked surprisingly well. Since that day, you developed huge crush.

Fast forward - your crush is still deep within your heart, when you finish your studies under Estë's tutelage The world soon comes crashing down though, when Trees are destroyed and the High King is murdered.

From there your life seems to be neverending nightmare, filled with horrors of kinslaying and the Grinding Ice.

You will never understand, why it all happened, why it all ended up in such a disaster. It slill haunt you in your dreams - there was a moment, when you desperately tried to tend to injured Teler - who panicked and nearly killed you. You don't know what happened to him in the end - if he managed to survive or not.

Journey across Helcaraxë features in your nightmares just as often, because you lost all your relatives here. There's one key difference though - You often see Fingon in these heavy dreams, as he helps others keep going, cheers them up, you included, even after the loss of his sister-in-law and seemingly his cousin Maedhros - this latter loss maybe hurtin even more because of what looks like as unmistakeable betrayal.

To cope with all your own losses, you start writing a diary of sorts. There you write all what's on your mind and heart, talking this way with your dead relatives.

All your worries, all your longings, doubts and hopes are there. And recently, your musings about your crush that developed into something deeper. It's easy to imagine how devastating it was for you, when one day you realize, you must have lost it or forgotten it somewhere, but no matter what you do, your diary is nowhere to be found. You pray to Eru to find it before anyone else, who could turn it against you.

And imagine, that Fingon finds it. Since it is not signed and looks like just another journal, he reads through first few pages, until he sees his own name. He knows he shouldn't keep reading, this is too private, but he needs to in order to return the journal back into the hands of it's owner.

It takes him nearly all the pages, before he finds out, surprised to his very core with the depth of your feelings for him. How you were sick, worrying about him when he went on his quest to rescue his cousin. How you subtly kept trying to cheer him up when he fretted over redhead's recovery. How each smile and little praise from him to you meant a world to you. And how you wished to confess, but at the same time how you thought it impossible for you to have your feelings returned since you were not a member of nobility.

For weeks you keep searching, worrying about the smallest hint of people gossiping about you. For weeks Fingon carefully watches you with growing fondness for you.

After some time you decide to forget your lost journal and decide to start writing a new one - it still brings you comfort at times of need.

One day Fingon returns a bit early from a hunting trip with his cousin Maedhros, all pale with pain - his horse got spooked up and he fell of it's back, earning himself very nasty fracture of his knee. By now you are one of the best healers in his household so the task of his recovery is yours to do.

You remember your silly story about the rooster and make use of it once more to distract him from the worst pain. Once again, it works. "You know, miss Y/n, I remeber this story quite well," he gives you a bit pained, but yet playful grin you love so much. "I believe I found something of yours," he looks at you, checking your reaction.

"Y-you do, your Highness?" you blink all clueless. He nods with tiny smile. "I already sent someone to fetch it."

You both wait for a moment and once a servant arrives with with a book you know so well in his hands, you feel all mortified. Fingon thanks him with a nod and dismisses him, so you can have some privacy.

You feel your eyes sting with threatening tears of embarassement, your cheeks burning bright red and you tremble, wishing to disappear like morning mist under the first rays of the sun.

"First of all...I think an apology is in order."

WHAT?! A bolt of rage flashes through you.

"Please forgive me, I had to read almost all of it to figure out this belongs to you."

You blink. Wait. WHAT?! Your eyes widen.

"And secondly..." Fingon's cheeks flush as well. "I would very much like you to know, that your worries are unnecessary. I grew very fond of you and.." he smiles a bit nervously, "I love you too."

Hei-Hei is a legend, glad to see him and his cousin respected.

Secondly ASDFGHJKLBSJDNE my heart keeps hoping to fall into ME and experience these imagines

Thirdly, kindly send me more of your wonderful writing please and thank you🥰💕

[watermelonlovershigh]

What abt Harry being subish and the reader is reading a book or watching tv idk and just plops into her lap and sticks her hand into the back of his pants tyty 💕💕💕

AN: this is one of the sub!harry requests i got yesterday. the other one i still have yet to put out will be out later in the day. also i didn't know whether the person who requested this wanted reader to play with harry's hole or what when they said put hand down harry's pants but i assumed they'd meant to mess around with his hole. so that's what i wrote. enjoy ; )

This story contains: sub!harry, dry humping, rubbing of male bum hole

{ husband!harry - sub!harry - soft!harry - reader is in t-shirt and panties - harry is wearing only boxers }

word count: 632

Harry is feeling needy and comes to sit on your lap in bed and starts grinding his cock into your pussy. Then shyly asks you to play with his bum hole.

Harry was in his home studio when he started feeling needy for you. So he stopped what he was working on and makes his way to your shared bedroom where you're reading a book in bed. When you hear the creak of the bedroom door, you look up from the pages of your book and see a cute looking Harry making his way over to you.

You think he's going to crawl into bed beside you but he doesn't. No, Harry walks over to your side of the bed and peels the covers back before shyly plopping onto your lap. You leaning upright against the headboard. "Har.... what are you doing, babe?" you question softly as he begins to settle more into your warm body. His knees are bent on both sides of your hips and his arms are wrapped around your upper back. Head on your shoulder.

"Shhh, keep reading." Harry's quick to comment in a whisper. You listen to his request and start reading from your book again but this time with a heavy body straddling you.

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Things are like this for a few minutes until you feel Harry start to subtly grind his hardening cock into your clothed pussy. You don't say anything at first and allow him to rock his hips with yours just to see what his true intentions are.

But then his grinds become more desperate and harder, making you lose focus on your book from the clit stimulation you're getting. Little whines escape Harry's mouth and your pussy throbs at the sound.

So he wants to dry hump you conclude. You don't mind one bit honestly because you like that not every time you get sexual together it involves intercourse or being naked. Simple is good sometimes.

As you begin to roll your hips up to meet his, Harry shyly requests in your ear, "Can you um, um, maybe play with my bum?" This has you realizing Harry is feeling subby and it all makes since now. Him wanting to be physically close to you. Him rubbing himself on you. Then wanting you to play with his ass.

"Yeah," you coo softly to your big, sub baby that's in your lap, "want me to play with your little, tight hole." Harry just aggressively nods his head on your shoulder. You take one of your hands and slide it down his back until its at the elastic of his boxers. Then you slip your hand inside and run your finger tips along his ass crack until you feel his puckering hole.

"Mhmm." Harry moans into your hot neck at the gently touch of your cold fingers.

"Shhh, baby. I'm gonna take care of you. Just keep rubbing your cock into my clit, alright. Making us both feel good." you say aloud. Your finger tip nudges at his hole and you basically just tease the entrance while Harry keeps up a constant rhythm of his hips. You didn't want to push it all the way in because your finger aren't lubricated properly for that.

A few minutes later, Harry cry's out as his hold around your back becomes tighter, "Gonna come, mhmm."

You inhale a deep breath and reply, "Come for me, baby. I'm gonna come with you."

Harry shakes in your lap as his orgasm courses through his body. Loads of jizz filling his boxers and tears running down his cheeks from the intensity of it all. You follow right after. Your body shudders in pleasure with how good his cock was bumping and grinding into your clit. You lose focus on your fingers circling his hole but neither of you notice.

Then you're both left panting and collecting yourselves until you help a disoriented Harry come back to you and get him ready for sleep.

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[daffodi1]

I've been in and out of the VnC tag in the past couple of days after doing a reread of the series (and finally watching the anime) and one thing I keep seeing is people asking if the whole thing between Vanitas and Noe is "queerbaiting". I can kinda understand why some people might think that, but here's my personal take on why Mochijun had no such intention (TL;DR I AM TIRED OF PEOPLE BEING MEAN ABOUT THIS SERIES AND I AM TIRED OF THE ONES DEFENDING IT BY SAYING THEY'RE NOT GAY. COME AND FIGHT ME.)

So, a lot of these opinions are going to come from some of my understandings about Japanese fandoms and the way their genres work. In order to explain this, I'm going to need to talk about another piece of media I like, an indie game called "Witch's Heart". I PROMISE I will get to why this has to do with VnC and the idea of queerbaiting.

Awhile ago, the dev of Witch's Heart came under fire for saying that any non-canon ships should not be put in the main tag, especially gay ones because "Witch's Heart is not a game about gay people" (please keep in mind that the dev could not speak English very well before you get your panties in a wad about the poor wording. They've already stated they have nothing wrong with gay ships or LGBT headcanons). A lot of people were outraged, especially since the American fandom for this game is heavily LGBT. But the thing is; the dev themself has been seen liking gay ships and art of their characters as trans, so many argued that there's no way this person hates to see those things *period*, they just didn't want them in the main tag for some reason.

That's when the Japanese members of the fandom came forward to explain; and here is what I learned. Japanese fandom tends to focus a lot on the idea of "fantasy", that being the idea that anyone can interpret any relationship as being romantic or platonic according to their wishes. That's why a lot of relationships when written tend to teeter on that line of romance and friendship, and why a lot of characters may seem subtly LGBT coded. It was stated that the reason headcanons and non-canon ships did not belong in the canon tag is because in Japanese fandom, the canon tag is strictly to give people an idea of what the story is about, whereas the non-official tag is for any headcanons and ships that aren't canon-compliant. Posting something unofficial in the canon tag is thus seen as selfishly declaring your ships and headcanons to be canon, prioritizing YOUR fantasy above anyone else's. That's why a lot of people took issue with it and saw it as rude.

It was also stated that LGBT things, especially M/M and F/F relationships, tend to be shoved aside into their own "genres" regardless of what the story is actually about. For example, sometimes I even see "No. 6", which has a very heavy plot outside of the romance, sometimes tossed to the side and categorized as "BL" (which grinds my gears for many reasons. And if you're asking "what's no. 6"-- go watch it). Thus when they said "this is not a story about gay people", they were referring to those genres.

You may be asking "okay cool but what does this have to do with VnC--" hold on hold on I am GETTING THERE.

So what I am saying about VnC is this: A lot of Mochijun's stories tend to have very homoerotic themes and relationships in them, but nothing that seems explicit. I personally believe that this is because she wants to create that "fantasy" I mentioned earlier without her stories being shoved aside and being considered "Just BL" stories. I think that doing this and allowing LGBT people to fantasize about seeing themselves in these characters they love might be the best she can do without her stories simply being tossed aside, and I don't think that what she's doing specifically counts as "queerbaiting". Several of her characters and their interactions are queer coded: Domi and her gnc manner of dressing and flirtations with women, Jeanne's way of acting around Domi, the way Roland acts around Vanitas and Noe (and how Noe blushes in response), the way Jean-Jacques and Noe's interactions happened when they could have easily put those interactions between him and Chloe instead, and of course; whatever the hell Vanitas and Noe have going on. I will never believe that she did this all just because she hates gay people and wants their money. I believe she did this out of love for her LGBT audience and a desire to give them characters they could relate to even if it can't be entirely explicit. And many people may be frustrated that it never will be as explicit as they want it to be-- and hey! You know what? Your frustration is valid! But I don't think Mochijun is the one to be angry with-- I think we should be more angry with censorship and those who shove stories with LGBT characters to the side in the first place and act like those stories don't matter outside of the relationships.

People may be thinking "did you write this just to yell at the queer fandom" and actually, I did not. I wrote this bc all of the discourse I saw defending this show was saying that Vanitas and Noe were "just friends" and that their interactions were not at all queer coded. Don't get me wrong: if you wanna see them as just besties, that's fine but to deny that any homoerotic subtext is there is being willfully ignorant at best. I won't tell you why because there are literally a million other essays you could read on the matter by fans that are more mentally ill about dedicated to the matter than me, and this has gone on too long anyway. But I couldn't stand the idea that the only two options were demonizing Mochijun or turning a blind eye to queer interpretations. There HAS to be a middle ground, people.

[wornoutmouse]

Yandere Tanjiro

Manipulation

Everytime I write salty sweet I think of peanut m&m's

Shout out to all my big areola having ass hoes. Pizza platter with the thick marshmallow tall nipples

You were so obvious and you didn't even realize it. Tanjiro doesn't blame you, many people forget how great his sense of smell was. So in the end he found it amusing when your scent would change to arousal and adoration whenever he was around you. In fact it entertained him

At first he thought it was misplaced, you couldn't feel such a thing towards him, that wasn't in your character. But all of his tests gave fruitful results. As he watched you from an unnoticeable distance He was able to confirm that no one ever made your scent change into any romantic auras. Not with Inosuke or Zenitsu. He even tried to see if you had feelings for Nezuko, she was always around him. But once again there was no change.

Even after finding out, he didn't care about this discovery. It wasn't the first time a woman or man alike has had an attraction to him. He knew he was handsome and everyone loves a kind soul. But your feelings weren't going to get him closer to his goal or keep you alive in the long run so he did not address it. That doesn't mean he didn't use it to his advantage though. On many occasions, he'd find himself teasing you subtly about your crush often.

Harmless grazes along your skin, being more extravagant when he fought with Inosuke. A few times he even waited around shirtless just to see you look away from him to hide your embarrassment. The sticky sharp smell that emanated from your body clung to your skin like a cologne. Tanjiro would even say that the smell gave him a bit of a high whenever it would fluctuate from the things he did. 

Getting real close to you with a neutral face to make the arousal spark before committing a distracting act of kindness to make the soft smell of adoration and content swirl and mix into your aura. It was fun for him, almost like a game, and soon it became a routine way of life. After defeating a demon and the buzz of adrenaline dies down, you'd go right back to your bumbling self.

But then like everything Tanjiro has had in life, it is interrupted.

It happened right after you all just barely made it out of fighting the spider family. You and the others were relocated to the infirmary while Tanjiro was put on trial. He was already agitated when Sanemi pushed his filthy sword through Nezuko's flesh. So in an effort to calm himself, he decided that a little bit of teasing would help boost his mood. 

When he finally ran across you again, you were lying in your own room resting. But not alone, one of the Hashira, Uzui Tengen sat by your side telling you stories of his battles and cracking jokes.

This would be fine normally, but the scent emanating from you was annoyingly familiar. You didn't even look at Tanjiro when he walked in and had a genuine look and scent of surprise when you noticed him. "Oh Kamado, what are you doing here?" Your scent still had its tinge of attraction but it had significantly lessened, not by much but enough to annoy him. 

Tengen excused himself when he noticed his presence adding a head pat as he walked past the shorter male. For a moment Tanjiro lost focus and concern invaded your aura as you watched his face contort into one of disgust and unbridled rage. 

Kamado, Since when did you call me that? Why are you giving your attention to a Hashira? What, am I not good enough for you anymore now that you found someone stronger. 

Tanjiro never took you for the power-hungry type, you can't be. No that's not it, Tanjiro adjusts his face again to one of a content smile. "Are you okay?" 

No, you weren't trying to abandon him on purpose. It's his fault partially, he doesn't blame you, his poor sweet naive Y/n. It's understandable that after ignoring your feelings for so long you'd try to move on and save yourself from the pain. But now it was okay, cause Tanjiro would fix it, he'd accept you, cause he was all you needed. "I'm okay, I broke my ankle and wrists." You raise said appendages to the best of your ability to show off your bandages.  

For a second a dark thought crosses Tanjiro's mind. How weak you and flimsy you were,  how easy it would be for one to take advantage of you at this moment. That's why you needed him to protect you. Someone so easy to break and seduce shouldn't be on their own. That's why Tanjiro would accept you, so you could stay close. For your own good.. All you had to give him was your attention and being. 

Tanjiro sighed but for a different reason than you would ever know. If only he could put you in a box too.

B "Luckily I'm not as badly hurt like the rest of you." Tanjiro sat at your side and picked up your limp hands. "I don't know what I would have done if something were to happen to you." A small smile spreads across your face, "You would never lose us Tanjiro, Inosuke would definitely be hard to bring down." 

The attempt to make a joke is invaded as Tanjiro cups your cheek. Rough battle-worn fingertips graze your lips. Tanjiro gazes at them as he speaks, his bottom lip worried by his teeth as his other hand ghosts over your bandaged wounds. It was a perfect performance. One that replicated the emotion of one who wants to make a move but holding themselves back. One that you effortlessly believed. "You don't understand, I don't want to lose you."

Tanjiro stands up and walks towards your door. Just before opening it, he turns with a doleful look on his face. "Rest up okay?" You nod quickly. Lips puckered into an O of surprise. Tanjiro closed the door, his demeanor doing a complete 180. His gaze was calculated and precise. Tanjiro had planted a seed of conflict, and all he had to do was wait till tomorrow to sow it.

You woke up bright and early the next day, wrists sore but thankfully no longer numb. Unthankfully, you were bedridden until your ankle has healed itself correctly. Sitting alone in the dark with nothing but your thoughts was a dreadful way to spend time. However, you didn't want to disturb your friends. "Their life does not revolve around me." Getting sleep was an inviting solution.

A light tap on your door shifts your goal ever so slightly. "Come in!" You try not to look deflated when only a Kakushi boy comes in with a pail of water and new bandage wraps. 

Similarly, Tanjiro was helping around the state trending to his friends. Inosuke was being difficult as usual,  only wanting the springer to fetch him water and tea to feed his sore throat. On multiple occasions, he had to dissuade Zenitsu from trying to propose to random Kakushi women that would help clean his wounds but in the end, it was futile as he returned his infatuation to Nezuko who wistfully stayed in their shared room asleep.

By the time Tanjiro got any time to himself, the evening sun was already setting and most had retired to their own rooms. Heading to your room, Tanjiro thought of ways to get you to succumb faster to his advances. The sound of a door opening made his gaze shift abruptly. His vibrant brown eyes dulled when he saw a Kakushi boy leaving your room again. 

Entering your room was almost as if a joyous bomb had gone off. The smell of happiness was so strong it almost stinked. You didn't notice Tanjiro's soured mood as you observed your room. "He taught me how to make paper butterflies and put them on my ceilings, what do you think?!" He had indeed taught you Tanjiro mused as many of the butterflies had deformed wings of all sorts. "So what brings you here.?" Tanjiro looks back at you with a soft smile. "I just wanted the check-in on you, you must have been bored being cooped up in the room alone all day."

You shook your head, "No Kocho was here with me all day!" Tanjiro bit his tongue but maintained his smile, "Who's Kocho?" You laughed, "The Kakushi boy that just left. He had originally come just to change my wounds but then we got so interested in each other that he never left." With a blissful sigh, you tilt your head and murmur, "I hope he doesn't get into any trouble on the way back." 

Tanjiro is on you in a second, wrists held haphazardly above your head drawing slight sharp pains to your inner elbow. "Tanjiro?" His eyes observe the dark bruises swirling underneath your bandages, your hair slightly matted and in disarray, since you were the only one who knew how to do it. "You're so soft…" Having no reason to leave your room you had remained only partially dressed as a large kimono hung around your figure. Your chest easily being exposed by unnatural movements. "T-Tanjiro?" 

The boy hummed, leaning down to press a slow kiss on your brown nipple. "Say my name again.." You're taken aback by the sudden boldness and the warm feeling on your breast. "Tanjiro, what are you doing?!" He could feel himself becoming harder underneath his robe. Even though he said he was only indulging your crush to keep you near, he couldn't help but notice how sweet your skin tasted underneath his lips. "One more time, say it once again." Tanjiro begins to grind on the leg trapped in between his. He uses his other hand to cup your other boob before biting down on your nipple making you gasp. "Tanjiro!"

Your smell begins to become more lucid and tender at your arousal peaks through the haze. Your moans get airy and each time you say his name it turns more and more into gasps. Tanjiro squeezes down on your chest before traveling to your neck where his teeth sink into the flesh there. You ground yourself by holding onto his wrists. 

Tanjiro peels himself away from you as you go pliant underneath him. ‘This wasn’t the plan.’ Tanjiro removes his robe from around his shoulders exposing his tan skin. He couldn’t focus past your addicting scent and you couldn’t focus past the feeling of his hands fondling your chest. The belt of your kimono is quickly unraveled, “Look at you.”

Tanjiro pulls your undergarments off exposing your body completely. Through the fabric of his robe he thrusts shallowly against your pussy. The fabric rubs against your clit on every thrust. Both sides of the robe are becoming damp. "I haven't even touched you yet and you're already so wet." The smell of sweat and sex floods Tanjiro's nostrils making him more sensitive.

He unwraps his robe the rest of the way, tossing it elsewhere to leave himself completely exposed. Tanjiro felt a sense of pride as he watched your eyes trail over his muscled form. He wasn't buff by any means, but his training in agility and swordsmanship made his body lean and bulked in his arms and legs. "Only look at me."

You let out a surprised gasp when delicately firm hands drag your body down by your calf. Tanjiro uses his fingers to push the skin of your pussy up to force your clit to peek through. His other hand holds the base of his cock and he swirls the tip around your clit. "Tanjiro please, I'm begging you!" 

For a split second a look of unaltered disdain crosses his face before a more loving one takes over. "Your face is so cute, it almost makes me want to tease you more." Yes, that's it, play the part of a doting lover. You flinch the further his cock is pushed into you. Your bodies combine into a pulsating rhythm of jealousy and lust.

You squeeze snuggly around Tanjiro's and he sets a quick pace. Your legs try to curl to your chest but are stopped by Tanjiro's own body cornering you to the wood floor. Tanjiro steadies his breathing on every thrusts until his strokes are as smooth as the water he drinks. Slopping sounds and your pitiful cries equalize around the room. 

Tanjiro knew these walls were thin, in fact he was betting on it. "Y-You're so loud Y/n." You close your mouth at the tease but it doesn't work. Just as you go to cover your mouth you're stopped by a hand and a loving smile, "Dont, I like hearing you feel good." 

You cum, barely suppressing your sounds, hips twitching when Tanjiro cums inside right after you. An unnecessary act but one that could ensure even greater attachment if your body accepted him. 

Expertly playing the role Tanjiro cleans you up with an ever content smile on his face, this time genuine. "You should get some sleep, you'll be more sore than you were this morning." Tanjiro puts his hand on the know before flinching when you call out to him. "Tanjiro?" He doesn't turn around unwilling to force another smile. "Yes?" He can smell your apprehension as it covers the smell of sex. 

"I know its stupid to ask this but could you give me another kiss?" Tanjiro sighs silently, "Of course!" He forces his persona for the last time tonight and heads towards your bed. Halfway there he stops.

L

"Promise me you'll only look at me from now on." You smile giddily, "You're so weird Tanjiro of course I'll only love you." Tanjiro frowns and you fail to notice the space between the two of you growing smaller. "No, that's not good enough. I don't want to see you near that damn Hashira again." And then it happens. It only takes a split second before Tanjiro's face is in front of yours and the cold kiss of his blade presses against your neck.

"You wouldn't want something to happen would you?" You shake your head as he knew you would, "Good girl." Tanjiro has no care for the shocked tears gathering behind your lashes. Greedily he cups the back of your head and forces you into a kiss. All teeth pure spite as he swaps saliva with you. 

"There's your kiss." Without having to pretend any longer he drops his smile. The sinister complex of a perceived hero shining through dark eyes. He looks you up and down once again, fingers tapping along his blackened blade before taking his leave.

[chalkprincesimp]

The Tangibility of LA

Love addiction is something that's difficult for a lot of people to recognize as real. After all what even really is love? How can you be addicted to a concept? The name is misleading, isn't it? Love addicts aren't addicted to love, they're addicted to the chemical cocktail of serotonin, oxytocin, and dopamine their brains cook up when "love" is the trigger. There's your substance abuse.

So how can we be so certain that we're addicts when we're addicted to an intangible substance?

Sorry, I said they're, I meant we're. Trigger warning: Addiction & Depression. Some substance glorification.

1. Physical Symptoms I've Experienced

For as long as I can remember whenever I make out with someone new for the first few weeks, my teeth grind uncontrollably and I'm prone to headaches during makeout sessions. I've even been known in extreme cases to start drooling when I am spending time with my trigger. Literal, momentary, involuntary drool. At the beginning of the successful acquisition of a fix, I am prone to manic phases- not sleeping for days, not eating, or even feeling hungry.

2. Fix Hunting

My character completely changes when a fix is at stake. I often times, work long and hard to set up sources for myself, sometimes even years to create the perfect, delectable dynamic of longing. The perfect story to dream about at night. This is done so subtly that sometimes I don't realize I'm doing it. The key to a good fix is longing. If you bite too soon, the high won't last as long. There are very few things I won't do for a fix. Everyone is expendable (except apparently my little sister), even myself. Everything is disposable.

3. Interpersonal Relationships

Anyone who gets between myself and my target fix becomes persona non grata. I can forget truly all of my love for a person the instant they become a threat to my high. After all, I've likely been working on opening this supply chain for a lengthy amount of time. I can come to feel entitled to my target's affections. It can be hard for me to repair a person's image in my eyes after this, no matter how I try to reason with myself. An even more twisted interpretation is that I expect those close to me to acquiesce to my addiction. "Don't they understand?:" "I need it." "Don't they love me? Don't they care about me?" "Can't they see how hard things have been for me?" "How could they deny me it?" "I only needed it for a little while until I got back on my feet."

4. Failure to Acquire Fix

I won't get too descriptive here. We all know the worst-case scenario right? Slightly better than the worst-case scenario though is the depressive phase. Not eating, sleeping, or bathing. Not being able to focus on or enjoy things I love. Devastating dive in self-esteem and self-worth. Lots. Of. Crying. Desperation. It can be hard to feel like it's worth even getting up in the morning because when I envisioned waking up this morning, it was with my fix. In my addict brain, for an indiscriminate amount of time, I must go without my fix or any fix. I must start from scratch searching for a worthy target, building rapport, and intrigue. It can feel like I'll never feel happy again.

I could literally write my thesis on this topic, I know it so intimately. I think I just partially needed to see this on paper so to speak and partially want people to know that L.A. is a real illness. On a better, stronger day, I will describe coping mechanisms and ways I trick myself into not chasing after inappropriate partners, to remind myself how far I've come.

[miss-smutty]

The Destructive Secret

Chapter 7

A/N- I'm back! At least I think I am 😂 I wrote this while I was struggling with writer's block so I don't think it's great but the next chapter I'm working on I feel back to the old me 🥳🤞

Summary- Are your lies finally going to catch up to you?

Word count- 2.8K

Pairing- Chris Hems x reader x Liam Hems

Warnings- Mature themes, cheating, swearing, smut

Strictly 18+ only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 2nd Sept 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @jjpogueprincess @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires @monet-belle

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The guy turned to leave before looking back over his shoulder at the door, his hand on the door handle.

"If it makes any difference I would choose you over your brother any day." He winked as he left the room.

"What the actual fuck." You shout, storming out of the bathroom in a huff. "There's no way he's gunna stay quiet, it'll be all over the press come tomorrow." You paced the room, your heart beating fast as the adrenaline rushed through you. This was it, this was how it was all going to end. Liam would know as soon as he saw the headlines, all those late night and weekend conferences at the same time as Chris was conveniently away with work.

"To be fair, he does have good taste in men." Chris' usual nonchalance annoyed you, how come he could stay so calm? Why did he make you sound like a crazy person for actually worrying about what might happen.

"It's really not funny Chris, do you want our business known by strangers before we even have chance to speak to Liam and your Mom Chris, she's going to hate me." You feel the warm tears dripping down your cheeks before you even register you're crying. The thought of their mom hating you upsets you more than the thought of Liam hating you. Cathy, their mom was like your own mother, from day one she'd taken you under her wing.

"My Mom would love you no matter what, you know she thinks of you as her own daughter. It's me she's going to blame, Liam's her baby." 

"Yeah you're probably right but still what are we gunna do?" 

"Let's relax babe, you don't know what's going to happen and you can't change it if it does happen so what's the use in worrying about it. Come here."

"You piss me off Chris, you're so laid back. This isn't something you can just sweep under the carpet. It's serious." You needed to take your anger out on him, to let it all out so you could feel better. The four walls of the hotel room were becoming claustrophobic, you wish you could just put your headphones on and just run for a while to clear your head, that's what you usually did.

"I know it is but what can we do? I've done everything we can do, now it's out of our hands. We'll work it out tomorrow, can we enjoy our last night together without all the serious talk?" He raises his eyebrow at you, smiling that sweet, goofy smile of his that has your heart melting.

"You piss me off even more when you look at me like that. I can't stay mad at you and how could I say no to that?" You put your arms around his back, loving the way his height makes you feel so small and safe. He wraps his arms around you, stroking your hair and holding you close.

"That's why I love you yanno." 

"Why?" You ask, looking up at him through your eyelashes, your neck stretching to reach his height.

"Because you never say no." He laughs, a real laugh that you can feel on his toned stomach, shaking against you. It was the best feeling hearing him laugh like that, it'd been so long since you'd heard him laugh. Your life being full of a lot of drama and upset recently that you were appreciative of the little time you had left together.

"Maybe I should start then." You pout pretending to sulk.

"No way, I love how easy you are." He picks you up so you can wrap your legs around him, looking down on him for once. You punch him lightly on his shoulder, still pouting. "Ok, ok I'll stop teasing. You know why I love you though." 

"Tell me." 

He sits down on the end of the bed with you still in his arms, resting on his great big, thick thighs. He moves your hair behind your ears so he can see your face, studying it carefully with a look of adoration in his eyes.

"I love you because you're absolutely drop dead gorgeous, I mean the first time I met you, you literally knocked the air from my lungs. I've been obsessed with you ever since." He shuffles slightly beneath you, getting himself comfy. "This would never have happened with just anyone, I'm not a dick that goes around sleeping with his brothers girls." You give him a questioning look, your eyebrows furrowing. "Seriously, it took fucking everything in me to try and resist you. I'd never felt that before, never been one of them that wants what they can't have. Until I met you. Fuck me you were an absolute bombshell." You frown at him. "Are, still are a bombshell, don't look at me like that." He laughs.

"Tell me more." You whisper, feeling yourself tear up at his revelations as you run your hand through his hair, his eyes closing as you do.

"Am I stroking your ego?" He smiles slyly. "Do you remember the first time you met me?" 

"Of course I do, me and Liam had already been together a year but you'd been in Australia. I was eighteen, young and dumb..."

"And full of..." 

"Do not even finish that sentence, you're ruining the moment." He laughs at you but quickly gets back to being serious.

"You were eighteen and ridiculously mature for your age, I was twenty six and still acted like a teenager. I remember you walking in in that little denim skirt and tank top, smiling at me with that beautiful smile. The first thing I noticed was your eyes, the way they lit up when you smiled. You had me right at that moment, I was smitten. Then you introduced yourself as Liam's girlfriend and my heart sank." 

"I can't believe you remembered what i was wearing, it was twelve years ago." You kiss his forehead, holding his face in your hands. So glad you had the opportunity to talk like this, knowing all this made you know you hadn't made a mistake. "I was so nervous walking up to you, I'd only ever seen you on photos and crushing on you when you were in home and away. Then you're there in front of me looking sexy as hell and I knew I had to make a good impression."

"Little did you know, five years later I'd be bending you over that table and giving you everything you'd been searching for?" He questioned, raising his eyebrow at you with a smirk.

"No, dick! Little did I know you'd sweep me off my feet and make me question everything I ever knew." 

"I am a dick but that's why you love me isn't it?"

"Your ego definitely doesn't need stroking. I fell in love with Liam when I was still a girl and I fell in love with you when I was a woman. People change, needs change and..." 

"And I give you everything you need." His hand travelled to your ass pulling you into him, pressing against his growing erection.

"You do, you need to work on your arrogance though." You laugh. "But seriously I'm done with all this now, we can't go on like this anymore. I want all of you, all of the time."

"So you've made your decision." His lips part, his head resting against your forehead.

"Was there ever any doubt?" You question, running your finger over his lip and grinding against him subtly making him groan.

"Fuck Y/N, I fucking love you so much it's crazy." He says through gritted teeth, holding the small of your back as you raise your hips, your face contorting with need. "What would you do if I asked you to marry me?" His hand travelled down the back of your shorts, cupping your ass in his hands.

"What do you think?" You tease, taking his bottom lip in your teeth and pulling gently.

"I don't know, that's why I'm asking." His face was set seriously, he wasn't joking, he wanted to marry you.

"Of course I'd say yes, once we'd dealt with everything." You smile watching his face light up.

"You're going to be Mrs Hemsworth and mine, not Liam's. I can't fucking wait." He picks you up, gripping your ass making you squeel before planting you back on the bed on your back.

Leaning over you, his palm caressing your stomach, kneeding your breasts with his long fingers. His erection poking into your clothed heat.

"You're so fucking perfect, are you ready to cause destruction?" 

"Like now, in bed or?..." 

"You know what I mean." He laughs, reaching down to attach his lips to your neck, sucking gently.

"If it means I get you then yeah, I'm ready." 

"Right answer. You've made me the happiest fucking man in the world yanno?" His hand moves under your top, pushing it up to your chin as his lips finally meet yours. Kissing you deeply with everything he's got, your body rising from the bed to meet his.

"I think... I can... Make you even happier." You say between kisses, pushing down his boxers, your nails scratching his skin gently as you do. 

He rests on one elbow watching you free his cock from its barrier. You cup his balls in your hand, stroking along the length of his cock with the other. He groans, pushing himself into your hands.

"I'll be happier once I'm buried inside this perfect pussy." He kneels between your legs, pulling your panties off before hovering back over you.

"Go slow baby, I want to feel everything." You whisper.

"Fuck, I can't guarantee how long I'll last." He moans, lining himself up and slipping in making you both moan as his cock stretches your walls perfectly.

He rests on his elbows, holding your face in his hands as he gently thrusts into you, wrapping your legs around him and pushing him in further, deeper. Hitting your spot with the curl of his hips, agonisingly slowly. You look into each others eyes, his forehead resting against yours. Tears in your eyes from the intense intamacy.

"I love you Y/N." He declares gruffly, his voice deep with lust.

"I love you too." You whimper.

Moaning everytime his thighs connected with yours, flesh slapping together, bringing your hips up to meet him. Him grunting with every thrust, your sex noises filling the otherwise silent room. The sound like a symphony to your ears, turning you on even more to hear his exclamations of ecstacy.

"It's always been you Chris." You whisper, making his pace become sloppy, losing his composure and restraint at your words. You can see it on his face as it twists, his cock twitching inside of you.

"Come for me baby." He grits his teeth, the muscles in his jaw tightening as his body goes rigid.

"Ah fuck." He brings you over the edge with the last of his powerful thrusts, your legs shaking around him, the feeling of satisfaction melting through your body simultaneously. A proud look on his face as you both come together and he falls limply onto your sweat laced body.

You stay like that for a while, both enjoying the moment, his cock still twitching inside of you. The heaviness of his body burying you into the mattress but you don't complain.

You don't want him to move, you want to memorise the feel of his heaviness and how his cock feels inside of you. How his rough face feels against your smooth skin, his hair tickling under your chin. You trace the muscles on his back, the defined shoulders and lean waist. Your hands gripping his tight, round ass and you close your eyes, remembering every dip and ripple, dreading the thought of being without him in your arms for at least another couple of weeks.

"I don't know how I'm going to watch you walk away tomorrow." He rolls on to his side, pulling you into him. "I think that's the hardest thing to deal with out of everything."

"I was just thinking the same thing." You looked up at him through your eyelashes, your fingers brushing against his tight pecs. "You know we've been doing this for nearly 6 years now and I don't think I've ever felt as close to you as I do now. It's going to be even harder for me to leave this time." 

"I don't even want to think about it but we only have hours left together, what's our plan?" 

"You mean when and how do we tell Liam?" You ask sitting cross legged in the bed, reality kicking back in. You have to go home to Liam and leave Chris all over again, back to the lies and sneaking about.

"That and when am I going to be able to see you again? I don't want to wait as long as last time, you know how crazy i start getting when I don't see you." 

"We've got your cousin's wedding next week. I'll see you there." You risk a glance at him, pain set on his face.

"You'll see me but you'll be arm in arm with Liam and I'll be alone again." 

"How about once the weddings over and done with, we can tell Liam about us?" You watch his face change, like a little boy.

"A week? I can do that, I think. But I'm not going to the wedding alone." 

"What do you mean? A date? With who?" Panic laced in your voice.

"I don't know but I'm sure I won't be short of options." 

"Are you fucking with me? Liam thinks you're dating a married woman, where you going to find one of those?" 

"I don't know but I'm not turning up to a family party on my own again, my aunties can be fucking brutal." 

"Well don't expect to playing all happy families and me being all nice." You sulk.

"Are you jealous?" 

"Yeah, duhh."

"Come here." He pulls you into arms wrapping his legs around yours. Comfortable silence drifting over you both as he strokes your hair and you fall asleep in his arms.

***********

You wake up in the morning smiling, then remembering what day it is and that you have to leave to go back to boring reality and your smile fades. Chris stirring beside you, his muscly arm resting over your stomach, locking you in place.

"Chris, wake up." You whisper in his ear, admiring his sleepy, perfect face. "It's 9.30 we've gotta check out at 10." He makes an unrecognisable sound of exasperation, his eyes opening, puffy with sleep or lack of in this case.

"Aww man, can't we just stay in bed a little longer, I don't wanna let you go." 

"You need to go check out first so we don't leave the hotel at the same time." 

"Fuck sake. Back to reality it is then." He says all hint of jokiness gone from his tone as he sits up and rubs his eyes. 

"I'm afraid so, I need to go grab my things. Text me when you've left please." 

"Wow! I feel used, do I not even get a kiss before you run out on me?" 

"I was just dealing with the business before I dealt with the pleasure, like I'd just leave without giving you a kiss." You threw yourself on him, wrapping your legs around him as he leant against the headboard. Taking his lips in yours, open mouthed kisses that left you both breathless.

*****

You packed up the couple of things you'd actually taken out of your pull along suitcase, you'd spent most of the weekend naked or slobbing about in Chris' t-shirts so all your clothes were still folded and packed.

You were anxious about going home to Liam and having to pretend again, having to try and not slip up about where you'd actually been. You literally had to go through possible conversations in your mind, conjuring up imagined answers to Liam's possible questions so you didn't get caught out. It was hard work.

Then you got the text from Chris telling you he was out of the hotel and on the road back home, followed by how much of a good weekend he'd had and how much he loves you.

You couldn't help having a spring to your step as you walked through the lobby, a weekend full of love making and reminiscing would have that effect on anyone.

After you'd checked out, the anxiety set in, like stepping out of this hotel would be like stepping in to an alternate universe. A universe that wasn't simple and easy like it had been this weekend but stepping through those revolving doors would mean that will all end. This safe feeling of being alone, away from prying eyes would end as soon as you stepped foot outside and it did, a ominous feeling sweeping over you, goosebumps covering your flesh. Maybe you conjured up the feeling in your own mind, manifesting it into existence but you couldn't shake it.

A feeling of being watched, was it your imagination or not? You didn't know, all you knew was how much you wanted to get out of public and back home. As you stood in front of the hotel, picking up your suitcase to carry it down the stairs, something caught your eye. A flash. And then another flash coming from your peripheral.

[notfckincool]

DIRTY GIRL

-DIRTY LITTLE SECRET

NEGAN X ANA (OC)

A collection of short smutty stories. Strong sexual content.

Ana embarks on a casual but obviously filthy affair with Negan, accidentally falling for the man, knowing he will never love her. Angst and Kinky fuckery.

It's Negan so expect swearing, violence and sexual content throughout.

DIRTY LITTLE SECRET

Negan x Ana (OC)

Ana and Negan have come to a secret arrangement.

Warnings dirty talk, Public mutual masturbation, fingering, spanking, oral, orgasm denial, butt stuff

Look at him, just look at him. I can't help but stare as Negan swaggers past, Lucille nestled casually on his broad shoulder. I have a head full of dirty thoughts.. again. I want to be where she is, my lips and tongue trailing over his tan skin, my teeth nipping and teasing as I press our hot naked bodies together... My eyes drift over his neck, linger on that protruding Adams apple, up over his salt and pepper beard. I want to lick those fucking dimples, taste his lips one more time. I want to...

"You OK?"

Lily's voice, suddenly at my side tears me rudely away from my fantasy.

"You were in a world of your own then" she chuckles

"Yeah, just going over a few things in my head" I glance away smiling to myself.

Better concentrate. We're on official Savior business at the Hilltop and I have work to do. I love to watch him though, keeping everyone in order, getting shit done. My super hot Alpha male. Well, not really mine, but at least I sometimes get him to myself when we're away from the Sanctuary.

Ana and Negan's dirty little secret. 

Rules are rules, Savior or wife, but we made our own arrangement. I know, I know, he's the boss, he does what, and who, he wants. He doesn't give a fuck if people know who he's fucking, but I like to think it's for me, to make my life easier as a Savior, and to gain the respect as one of his best soldiers that I would never have had as just one of his wives. Plus, I love the element of danger. I get turned on by the public flirting and dirty talk, the snatched quick fucks in the back of a truck, an empty building or against a tree. The risk of getting caught in the middle of raw, passionate, animalistic sex excites me,.. and it feels illicit while the wives wait at home. He's addictive, and I always want more.

Throughout the day he catches me watching him, his dark eyes meeting mine with an unnerving intensity, before giving me his trademark smirk.

Later, during a meeting with his top guys, he stands behind me, resting his hand casually on my shoulder. As he gives out instructions his thumb secretly caresses the exposed skin on the back of my neck. My whole body tingles at his slightest touch and I struggle to maintain my composure. He enjoys the slow torture and continues his monologue, The Saviors listening intently, blissfully unaware as I silently squirm.

The meeting concludes and they start to disperse. As we watch them leave, his grip tightens to a gentle squeeze of my neck. My body reacts, I can't stop myself, and I roll my hips, subtly grinding my ass against him, smiling triumphantly as I feel him twitch against me, before I turn and walk away.

I love my job but the day is dragging on with him constantly on my mind. My thoughts invaded by images of him, of his scent, and the feel and taste of him. My imagination is running riot, my panties becoming uncomfortably wet.

I admire him as he directs Saviors and Hilltop residents, all nodding obediently before scurrying away. As he stands alone surveying his surroundings I take the opportunity to approach him.

"May I speak with you a moment" I call as I saunter over.

He turns and watches me, a small smile playing on his lips

"What do you need Ana" he smirks, looking down at me as I stand before him.

"I just wanted to say.. "

I look up at him looming over me and lean in towards his ear, lowering my voice to little more than a whisper as I slide my hand into his trouser pocket.

".. that I love watching you work.. "

A rub of my hand on his thigh, a slight brush against his balls makes him bite at his lip.

".. the way you take charge, always in control..." His eyes narrow, his smirk widens

"mmm.. Makes me all... wet"

His tongue slides out between his teeth and he opens his mouth to speak, only to be cut short by Simon striding quickly towards us. He withdraws my hand from his pocket with a frown, I look down at my feet concealing my disappointment.

"We'll continue this talk later Ana" he says, turning to address Simon.

Thanks Simon. I nod and walk away to continue with my duties, occasionally stealing a glance in his direction as he talks. I'm entranced by his mannerisms, his confident posture, the authority he exudes. I think about his lips on me, the way my body responds to his touch, the need to feel him inside me. I need to stay focused but it's all I can think about, a desperate heat building inside me.

The conversation ends and suddenly he's heading towards me, passing behind me, adding fuel to the fire growing deep in my stomach when he gives my ass a cheeky squeeze and leans in to me

"Can't wait to eat that ass later" he growls in my ear before chuckling and walking away.

How the fuck am I supposed to work now? The things this man does to me. I visualise his mouth on me. I'm struggling to hold it together, trying to look normal and busy and not in a blissful sexual fantasy world. Time slowly ticks by and my need for him increases with every passing minute.

"Ana"

I get a rush of excitement as I hear him call and look up to see him beckoning me with his fingers. I try to disguise it as I walk coolly towards the man who fills my mind with wicked thoughts. I notice Simon glaring disapprovingly as we move towards the Mansion, I swear I see him shaking his head. Hands on hips he turns away.

"Ana... " Negan's voice is low as he stares down at me and leans into the wall.

"... Have you done everything I asked you to do?"

"Almost" I smile, gazing up at him "I'm having trouble concentrating though" my hands move to his belt

"Get it done." he says firmly moving my hands away. "Then," he adds "maybe you can have your reward" his tongue sneaks out onto his bottom lip

"You are such a fuckin tease." I chuckle looking down at my feet

Putting his fingers under my chin he raises my head, his eyes meeting mine.

"Yeah, I am" he grins "cos I know what my dirty girl wants." He runs his tongue across his bottom lip as he observes me. "Do as I tell you, and If you behave," he moves in closer "I'm gonna fuck you deep, and hard, and rough, just how you fuckin like it"

Jesus fucking christ! My stomach tightens, I visibly quiver. He enjoys doing this to me, teasing me, making me wait.

"I want you right now" I bite on my lip, grab back hold of his belt, hooking my fingers inside the top of his waistband.

"Darlin, the Sanctuary doesn't run its fuckin self. We finish here, then we fuck. "

"I can't stop thinking about you." I continue, my eyes travel over his strong features settling on his lips. " I really want to kiss you" I move closer to him. He tilts his head back, away from my advances, his gloved hand presses on my lips.

"You know the rules" he looks stern "If you're not my wife, we don't kiss"

His hand lingers on my lips a while before sliding down to my throat, the cool leather caresses my skin as he strokes his thumb across my jaw.

"Ugh." I complain, inhaling deeply " I just can't get enough of you"

"We're fucking like rabbits!...Girl you're insatiable" he smirks shaking his head. ".. But we have fuckin work to do, you know that comes first" he glances back and I see Simon glaring over at us.

I ignore Simon's stare and the people milling around and stroke the skin just inside his waistband

"Ana, we gotta keep our shit together." he warns

"I just want to feel you.. " I glance down at his belt, unfastening the buckle before looking back up at him from under my lashes ".. feel your big cock in my hand."

He shifts slightly, his eyes not leaving mine.

"You'd like that huh? Here in front of everybody? You are a fuckin dirty girl, but rules are fuckin rules"

"but...." I pout

As the hustle and bustle of the Savior exchange goes on around us I slide my hand into the front of my own jeans. His eyes lower to watch me. Running my hand over my wet folds, gliding my fingers up and down, my eyes close and a small moan escapes my lips.

"..... I'm so wet"

"Ana" His voice is deep and low and I open my eyes to see him looking at me darkly "Behave yourself, or I will have to punish you"

"I was hoping you would" I retort

I remove my hand. My fingers lightly touch the lips I long to kiss, leaving a glistening trail before sliding into his jeans, wetting his hardening cock with my arousal . He licks his lips and groans as I stroke his length and rub my thumb across his swelling tip.

"I want you so bad." I continue, my thumb circles around him

" I just want to feel you inside me" I say softly into his ear.

"I want to taste you." looking up at him with lustful eyes "I want you to taste me".

His eyes bore into me as he removes his glove, his hand moving to my jeans, slipping inside, touching me lightly over the fabric of my panties, before pulling them to the side and plunging his fingers inside me. I inhale sharply at the suddenness, tightening around his fingers

"Fuck girl, you are soaked" he moves his fingers slowly in and out "but you are gonna have to wait, I have important shit to do" he smirks as he curls his fingers upwards.

I stifle a loud moan grinding towards him as my need intensifies, pumping slowly on his growing cock

"I can't wait. I want you to fuck me Negan." I pant a little as he works his fingers inside me. "Fuck me on Gregory's highly polished ornate desk." I smile wickedly. "Fuck me hard until I scream your name. I don't even care if everyone hears"

His breathing quickens as he removes his fingers, looking at me as he slowly puts them in his mouth, tasting me.

"mmm.. You are a bad fucking girl, I may have to put you over my knee, spank that sweet ass, teach you a fuckin lesson"

"I would enjoy that... sir" I smile teasingly

Without breaking eye contact I take his hand in mine, leading his slicked fingers to my lips, running my tongue up them, taking them inside my mouth and sucking on them. His eyes darken.

"Fuck, Ana." he growls "I fuckin warned you"

Removing my other hand from his jeans he fastens the buckle, takes me by the elbow, and marches me inside the mansion.

As we burst through the office doors Gregory jumps at the intrusion. The Hilltop leader tries to assert himself and sits proudly at his desk.

"OUT" Negan motions with his thumb towards the door

"I.. I.. I have some things I need to finish first." He stammers. He shuffles his papers importantly and averts his eyes down to the shiny wood, swallowing audibly

"Gregory. Get the fuck out. NOW"

The demoralised man quickly stumbles from his chair, hastily leaving the room, avoiding eye contact. Negan shuts the doors behind him, grabbing me by the wrist and leading me over to the desk.

He looks sternly down at me as he unfastens my jeans. Roughly he pulls them down to my knees and tugs down my panties. Pulling out Gregory's carved wood chair he sits himself down and pulls me firmly across his lap.

"Why must you constantly break the fucking rules?"

His voice authorative, he brings a hand down onto my ass cheek with a firm slap. It stings. I inhale sharply.

"I warned you. If you break the rules you have to be punished"

Another slap to the same spot, my skin begins to warm and burn.

"The rules are for EVERYONE" he emphasises

The third strike is harder. I flinch and yelp and wriggle as the burning intensifies.

"Keep still." he orders, though his voice is calm as he holds me tightly on his lap, rubbing at my ass which is now hot and sore. I don't know how many he plans on giving me, how much longer this will go on. I fight the urge to move against him.

"YOU are a bad. Fuckin. Girl. You need to be taught a lesson"

A fourth makes my eyes water, I bite my lip instinctively as I try not to call out. He's right. I am. Always pushing the boundaries, always getting myself into trouble.

"One more for your disobedience. Ana, you have to learn some self control."

A long pause makes the seconds feel like minutes.

I wait, anticipating the sweet sting and burn. The throbbing pain only adds to my pleasure. I ache for him. My stomach is tightening, my senses heightened, my arousal pooling, and I struggle to keep still, grateful for his powerful hold on me.

At last he delivers the last spank. I cry out. The sound of my voice and the slap of his hand reverberates around the elegant room. There's a moment of still silence as I blink back the small tear forming at the corner of my eye. With an uncharacteristic light touch, he gently massages my tender skin, his voice softening.

"I will help you learn"

His hand slowly moves down, hovering above my folds

"Teach you to be patient"

His fingers linger across my skin, ghost over my dripping entrance.

"Would you like that? Will you try to be my good girl?"

Desperate for some kind of friction I nod enthusiastically.

"I'm gonna need to hear an answer" I can feel him smirking down at me

"Yes" I whimper

He lets out a low groan as his fingers finally dip inbetween my folds, sliding tantalisingly slowly up and down, brushing almost against my clit, teasing my entrance. I quiver, say nothing, deny my urges, stay as still as possible. I'm rewarded with two fingers gradually pushing inside, pumping deliberately slowly.

"You need to understand who is in charge here" he says softly as his fingers withdraw and move towards my clit, circling gently.

"Do you understand?"

"Mhm" I mumble through a clenched jaw

"Good girl" he praises as his coated fingers slide up past my entrance towards my ass, stroking over the hole. He circles and teases the tight entrance before his wet hand moves across my sore cheeks, cooling and soothing them. He chuckles to himself as he continues toying with me, spreading my arousal, teasing my clit and my ass. I feel him hardening, pressing against me. I fight the overwhelming urge to push onto his fingers, to ask him, no beg him, to fuck me. I begin to shudder as a climax builds.

I'm confused, frustrated and lightheaded when suddenly he stops, denying me my release, and pulls me carefully to standing, lifting my shirt up over my head and casting it aside.  He says nothing as he bends to removes my boots, takes his time peeling my jeans and panties painstakingly slowly down my legs and holds my hand as I step out of them. Finally he turns me towards the desk, guiding my head down until my face touches the polished wood.

I glance backwards to see him sitting back in his chair admiring the view before moving my legs further apart and leaning forwards.

I feel his hot breath against my wet folds, the scratch of his beard as his lips move over my thighs, the nip of his teeth as they lightly nibble at my skin. He pauses. I moan softly.

"Patience darling"

The tip of his tongue presses at my entrance, sliding in just a little, withdrawing, then inserting a little more. I whimper. Unexpectedly he licks a long firm stroke up to my asshole. My fingers scratch at the table in search of something to grip as his tongue is circling and teasing. Back and forth he goes, a hot wet trail between my ass and pussy, teasing my clit, dipping his tongue a little further every time. His fingers slide inside me again, pump and scissor, withdraw and rub at my clit, as his tongue continues exploring me. The assault on my senses starts an uncontrollable heat building, my breathing quickens, my moans grow louder.

Abruptly he stops.

"What the fuck?" I whisper to myself as the heat rapidly dissipates yet again, leaving me quivering. Looking over my shoulder I see him leaning back into the chair, wearing a smug satisfied expression.

"I'm not done punishing you yet." he smiles stroking down his beard, wiping my juice from his mouth and chin, licking down his palm and fingers. "Turn around"

Pushing myself up I turn to face him, the heat subsiding but my desire increasing. I lean back onto the desk.

"I need you to fuck me Negan" I say defiantly, "Eat me. Then fuck me" I add breathlessly

Linking his hands together he chuckles as he rests them on his chin ignoring my demands.

"Sit"

He has me wrapped around his finger. I want him so bad I have little choice. I obey. Pulling myself up onto the desk, wincing slightly, I place my feet on his thighs.

He smiles, putting his hands on my knees, parting my legs, placing my feet on the arms of the decorative chair.

Leaning forwards he slides his hands up my quivering thighs as he moves in closer. He hovers above my hot wet core, his beard tickling and scratching at the sensitive skin. This slow torment, his lesson in patience is becoming unbearable.

I look down at him, his beautiful face between my legs. I can no longer control myself, grasping him tightly by the hair and pulling his face towards my aching pussy.

He plunges at me, I watch his tongue lapping, circling, stroking and flicking, his soft wet lips kissing and sucking. Almost immediately the burning deep inside reignites, the heat radiating outwards through my body. Gripping tightly at his hair I hold him to me as I begin to shake.

"Not yet" he stops and smiles "You cum when I say" his deep voice humming and vibrating against me "Have you forgotten who's in charge?

"please" I beg. I hear the sound of his buckle unfastening.

"Can you be a good girl for me? " he looks up at me, a finger dips into my wetness and circles my ass.

"Yes." I plead my breathing becoming erratic

"Will you follow the rules I give you?" he applies more pressure, I'm desperate, I surrender to him

"Yes. I will. Please"

"That's my good girl. You can cum now"

His fingers dive back into me, pumping and curling, another slides into my ass as he expertly sucks and circles my clit. My senses are overwhelmed, the fire inside finally exploding, sending shock waves through me. My eyes and head roll back, I convulse uncontrollably.

Shuddering and shaking he pushes me back onto the desk, Gregory's papers and antique possessions flying off and tumbling to the floor as he quickly thrusts himself into me, taking my breath away, fucking me through my climax.

He lifts my legs up onto his shoulders, pinning me to the desk, filling me up, hitting me deep inside, pain and pleasure combining as I ride the wave still rippling through me.

The sound of his grunts and groans mingle with my own, escalating as he ploughs into me harder, fucking me at a relentless pace. The historical desk rocks beneath us. The old men in gilded frames look on.

"oh God.. Negan"

Hard and deep, over and over

"Don't stop.. Oh fuck"

"Fuck." His jaw clenches

"I'm gonna cum... Fuck, Ana"

Withdrawing with a loud groan he shakes and stills, spilling his release in powerful spurts across my stomach.

"Fuck.... Ana"

His head thrown back he pants and waits for the high to subside, before breathlessly looking down watching the last ropes of his release.

"Was you imagining something like that? "

Still panting I nod and shrug before smiling innocently back up at him

"Yeah something like that"

He chuckles and pulls his towering frame up to standing, tucking himself away, offering me his hand and one of Gregory's papers to wipe myself with.

"So have you learnt your lesson?"

He fastens his belt and zips up his jacket.

"Probably not" I grin tossing the paper aside. "I enjoyed your punishment. Also I screamed your name pretty loud so I don't think it's much of a secret anymore"

His eyes narrow a moment, eyebrows furrowed into a frown. Shaking his head he picks up my panties and heads to the door.

"You are a bad girl"

"You wouldn't want me any other way" I smile

He smirks at me, tucking my panties into his jacket pocket as he walks out the door. 

DIRTY GIRL MASTERLIST

[symbianosgames]

We know you're busy making games. That's why from here on out, Gamasutra will be bringing you a regular look at what passionate game fans are talking about right now, tapping the zeitgeist to look at what makes these heroic new fan favorites tick. Sometimes cultural buzz isn't just about retail units, formal market research and sales figures. This time, we take a look at the complex appeal of Atlus' rich, explosive JRPG Persona 4: Golden.

Japanese role-playing games used to be console-sellers, but things have been quite different this generation. The titanic sun of Japan's software industry dominance has slowly set, and long-standing Eastern franchises have struggled to maintain their luster.

Among those with the hardest fall from grace has been the Final Fantasy franchise, with an incredibly mixed reception for FFXIII and a disaster for FFXIV, and with its decline has come the perception that there's hardly any market for JRPGs anymore, not outside a specific niche.

Atlus has been catering to niches for years, with its Western arm and its partners bravely bringing installments of the Shin Megami Tensei series, from which the Persona games spawn, to our shores. The company's taken bets on relatively-hardcore titles like Tactics Ogre or the Growlanser series, games that enjoy small but passionate audiences.

But the Persona games have exponentially gained buzz with each installment. It was 2007's Persona 3 that first broke through in a big way, combining modern jazz and hip hop soundtracks with sleek, stylized animation -- and the attention-grabbing imagery of young students summoning demons by holding guns to their heads. There was something about that game's subtly-dark storyline, which followed teenagers searching for their inner selves as they investigate supernatural phenomena, that grabbed people.

2008's Persona 4 was an incredibly lush and sharp iteration on some of the formulas Persona 3 had laid out, giving the player richer characters and a more well-realized world, ironing out some of the weaknesses in the battle system, and offering more, in general, to do.

It follows the story of a boy who moves to the country town of Inaba in the midst of fog-shrouded murder mysteries -- and ends up joining friends to chase down psychic traumas in a nightmarish technicolor TV world.

The current hardware climate has allowed Atlus to be quite iterative with both games, much to fans' delight. Persona 3 got an add-on disc called FES in the year following its release, and the PSP edition, Persona 3 Portable was broadly enhanced, adding in the mechanical improvements made to its systems in P4 -- and giving the player the option to play as a girl, completely shifting the lens of the game's key social interactions and romances.

Now, Persona 4 Golden is a similarly enhanced and expanded remake of Persona 4 that is poised to become one of the most popular titles on Sony's PSVita -- maybe even a system seller. If it does well, it'll resemble the old days when Sony relied on big, hundred-hour JRPGs to help move its hardware. So why this game, why now? What's all the buzz about?

It's a fresh approach to story. Back in the day, you'd see Western games shoot for "gritty realism," while JRPGs were teased for having too many winged androgynes and absurd sparkling god-monsters. This game has its share of that, to be sure -- but the imagery is strongly grounded in the game's ideas about human psyche. P4 contrasts the player's surreal objectives with the mundane and vivid normalcy of a real world.

The typical JRPG work of powering through dungeons and defeating bosses is set alongside a daily time and life management sim. Choices and tasks undertaken in the real world -- spending time with friends, allocating attention to school activities, clubs and studies -- determine your player's character progression and strength level in the dungeons. Somehow the grind of battle feels more meaningful when it's anchored to something relatable, like the quiet repetition of country life or bonding with school pals.

Alongside the rise of the Western RPG has come an increased focus on the tropes of high fantasy and science fiction, accompanied by dense lore and complex arrays of discoverable quests and equipment. P4 is highly linear, favoring a strong narrative, but offers players a number of statistical choices. This lets the players focus on elements they can directly control, while being free to let the story unfold.

One popular complaint about P4, both in Golden and in the original, is that the game takes a good two hours before it opens up fully to the players. It's a very slow burn of an exposition, spending time introducing the town of Inaba, life at home with host relatives, and the protagonist's school friends before allowing the player to take meaningful control. Lots of P4 fans actually like this, though, enjoying a game that focuses on emotional foundation.

Characters are part of gameplay. P3 and P4 alike both rely on the idea that the protagonist can create strange, monstrous alternate selves called Personas that can be summoned into battle. The strength of Personas depends on the relationships the player forges and cultivates with the other characters within the game. Spending time with characters within the game's world and pursuing their individual story arcs increases the amount of power Personas can receive.

Social interaction as directly impactful to strength is a mechanic that appeals to a lot of players, especially as they seem to get attached to the surprisingly complex characters as the story unfolds. For example, the player can help his drama club captain decide whether she wants to see her father before he dies, or his basketball teammate deal with the pressures of being from a rich family. Much to fans' delight, the player can choose to engender romances with some of the female characters in the game.

That this is actually a core part of the gameplay seems to be a major pillar of the game's appeal -- most successful roleplaying games include depth when it comes to options on friendships and romances.

It's more than a port. Remakes and updates of varying degrees of quality are everywhere these days. But Persona 4 Golden represents such a meaningful iteration on the beloved original game that it's worth a purchase not just for new players, but for those who already have the PS2 version and some means of playing it. The massive JRPG has had a few years to marinate in fans' minds, and fresh off the well-received PSP iteration for Persona 3, there are enough new features to make it seem like the right time to revisit.

The game adds two new social arcs, makes some subtle but meaningful changes to the pacing, and polishes the battle system even further, removing a few frustrating random elements in favor of more engaging options. It also provides more detailed feedback on some of the progressions and a few alternate avenues to fulfill daily goals, eliminating some of the system's opacity and giving players a greater sense of choice and control at each junction. It also adds a few more story events, providing new content to familiar players.

It has meaningful multiplayer. One of the most significant tweaks that P4 Golden includes is some cleverly-integrated multiplayer. With its use of message-leaving and the ability to summon another player when needed, Dark Souls and its predecessor charmed audiences by proving that multiplayer could mean more than competitive or co-operative arena spaces, and P4 Golden also takes this cue.

When given a block of time, connected players can touch the Vita's screen to get a population sampling about what others decided to do during the same period. Since success in the game revolves so much around planning for major upcoming events, the ability to do a sort of audience poll when confronted with many options is engaging.

Players can leave distress messages in the dungeons as well, giving powerful players the option to come to the aid of those in desperate straits. The massive and detail-heavy nature of JRPGs rewards those who use real-world social behavior to help solve problems, and sharing suggestions with other fans is simple but powerful.

Its localization is brilliant. The writing and dialogue in Persona 4 is an understated art, managing to delicately balance the Japanese cultural influences that attract a lot of JRPG fans with dialogue and text that feel modern and accessible.

P4 Golden's additions even include a couple references to subtle in-jokes within the fandom, showing that Atlus USA has a close acquaintance with its community and knows how to interpret language for it. In an era where much bigger Japanese companies have foundered as they try to pitch for Western appeal, that's no small feat.