#mmm FAQ

[malevolentmadnessmixup]

✨ FAQS! ✨

Do we have to join the Discord?

Y E S. We know, another server, but you don't have to stay in it after the event is over. We need a central location to share information, do check-ins, and answer questions. It'll be fun! It'll have cool bots. Join us. >:)

Why is this an 18+ event?

The Mad Mods are over 18, and we don't want to be legally responsible for anyone else. The Malevolent fandom is, in our opinion, not one for minors in the first place. This isn't a slight against the potential maturity of minors, but in our humble opinion if you can't see a Rated R movie, you don't need to be writing/drawing/voice acting/etc for KiY tentacle smut or Arthur's suicidal ideation. Sorry. :(

Why do you separate NSFW options if this is an 18+ event?

The fact is, not everyone is into NSFW! NSFW doesn't only include sexual content, but violent and potentially triggering content as well. We want everyone to have the option to engage with the event the way they want! If they don't want to possibly get paired with a NSFW topic, they have that right.

What are the final submission requirements for this event?

ALRIGHT. This is a relatively short event, like a BB-lite. We are also slotting carefully between several other Malevolent fandom events (looking at you BB, Yuletide, and Anniversary) so we want to keep it reasonable.

The minimum word count is 3k, the maximum is 20k. We aren't going to be rules lawyers if you're at 20,100 but like, keep it tight. Anything under 3k is not accepted, push yourself! This must be a fully realized work with a beginning, middle, and end, appropriately tagged, and reasonably error-checked. One-shot style only (if you turn it into a series later that's your business but your work should be able to stand alone.)

The minimum art submission is one complete piece, the maximum is three. We do not limit the kind of art you do except no podfics or bookbinding (you just won't have time if you're collabing the way you should). Physical art/cosplay is acceptable but be aware you have a short window and the writer is writing at the same time as you are making your art. You will have to take nice photos of your work as well. Know your limits.

Why didn't you use my (insert fandom/trope/AU) submission in the event list?

Here's the tough love: We are under no obligation to use your suggestions. We love them. We long for your delicious ideas. But sometimes they don't work for what we're trying to do, and we already have something of a list compiled. Here's a short, non exhaustive number of reasons of why we might have left it on the cutting room floor:

Too common, too overdone in our fandom, too niche, too much explaining, too close to canon, too subtle, too NSFW (impressive), too triggering.

We also do NOT do crossover AUs or tropes specific to fandoms (we can do a high fantasy AU, but not a Witcher AU, feel me? We can have a comedy relief punching bag but not a Red Shirt.).

We will probably never have an amnesia trope because, surprise, that features in the canon quite heavily, AND it's been done a lot by fanfic already. This event is for pushing boundaries!

If you have that absolutely wild, perfect, worldbuilt, detailed, weird as fuck AU that you REALLY wanna see?? Do it! MAKE THE ART YOU WANNA SEE!! Just don't expect to get it in this event. (Been there. Sorry.)

Why don't you have a beta tag?

Cane is all the beta we need.

We don't offer betas because this is meant to be a more relaxed event, even if it is a more CRAZY one! The writing submissions are fairly small and don't require any standard of polish or 'skill'. It's too much work for the mods to keep track, frankly, and we don't think ya need the hand holding! If you would like to use a beta, we will have a channel for #beta-requests on the Discord where you can put the call out for one!

What if I get a trope/AU I don't like?

First, we ask you to really think about this assignment, an be sure you can't transform it into something more interesting for you! But if so, everyone gets one (1) courtesy reroll, no questions asked. We don't want anyone to feel really stuck or uncomfortable. Subsequent rerolls are on a case-by-case basis (mostly if we messed up and gave you something you shouldn't have gotten for xyz reasons).

What happens if I have to drop out?

Firstly, we hope everything is okay in your life! We hope you would only drop out from an unavoidable extenuating circumstance, our of respect for your partner who you have been working with. If this must be, we wish you the best, and we have pinch hitters standing by to step in with their crazy ideas to fill the gap! You will be expected to release your trope/AU assignment to the pinch hitter, no matter how far along you were with it, our of respect to your partner who will not be reassigned. You are welcome to continue your unfinished work to post privately outside of the event!

What if my partner drops out!?

DON'T PANIC!

This is part of why this event is so limited in scope. This is a big challenge, to collab and follow two trope restrictions is a lot to recover if one person leaves. If your partner has to drop out we WILL assign you a pinch hitter, even possibly one of the mods (though we are reserved for extremely last minute cases). No matter what, you WILL have a finished product, even if it posts late. No whacko left behind!

I'm having (x) issue!

Okay! If you aren't having fun, that's a problem. The entire point of this event is to have a good time. Is this a challenging art format? Potentially! Is this supposed to be a difficult or stressful event? HELL NO! Please contact a mod with your issue after checking that it hasn't been answered or fixed here, in asks (tagged #mmm faq), or on the #questions-and-solutions discord channel. But before all that: take a breath. Repeat to yourself that you are an independent, powerful, brilliant creator and a valued part of this fandom. Release the breath. You've got it. Maybe problems can be solved with a bit of confidence and a fresh outlook. We'll help you fix whatever else.

[meowzfordayz]

i belong to you

Author’s Note: short ‘n’ fluffy (w/ a hint of bittersweet 😅). 🥰

i belong to you

Hashira x Reader, Iguro Obanai x Reader, Tokito Muichiro x Reader

Word Count: ~1,800

CW: death content, Fem!Reader, mild sexual content

Song Inspo: I Belong to You by Jacob Lee

~faqs~

They’re all here for us, and I feel their aura, but just for a moment, I’ll pretend it’s just you

He’d never thought of himself as the marrying type, and yet, standing before you, he suddenly couldn’t imagine himself any other way. But truly, it wasn’t even sudden, this slow burning, building, consuming love for the feeling of your hand in his. It was inevitable, the revelation of his heart to yours, just as you gradually unveiled your own for his.

“In this existence of hardship and darkness, I can somehow wake every morning to an absolute truth: that you are beside me, and together, we will overcome anything.”

Perhaps this is a tall promise when every morning brings a different absolute truth as well — that death will come. Some day, somewhere, and likely all too soon. But it’s a promise worth fighting for. This much he knows in his chest as he feels your fingers intertwine with his, squeezing gently as if to promise in return Yes, yes we will.

As Gyomei kisses you, soft and certain, he swears that the world falls to pieces leaving only your body pressed into his, an achingly sweet melody ringing in his ears. And when you whisper I love you, he’s confident that you hear it too.

And I will wait to hear you say, as a tear rolls down your face, I belong to you

“Darling,” she whispers, a steady thumb reaching out to smooth your teardrop into your skin, “Are you okay?”

You nod once, a drowsy smile crinkling the corners of your eyes as more tears escape, tongue heavy in your mouth as she continues wiping your cheeks, her brow furrowed with an adoration that’s always been impossible to resist.

“I’m amazing,” you rasp, catching her hand and cradling it to your chest, ears warming as she kneads her fingertips into your sternum, “I belong to you.”

Mitsuri’s nose scrunches, worried expression soon replaced by a beaming grin, the sweetest of giggles filling the room as she maneuvers herself on top of you, hovering with her palms planted on either side of you while her breasts rest plush against your own.

“I am so in love with you,” she gushes, “With my wife.”

Her lips touch your forehead then your chin, careful fingers tilting your head left and then right to kiss your earlobes, goosebumps raising along your forearms and spine.

“We’re married,” you gasp, stopping her ministrations with a gentle squeeze to her hips, “I get to love you for the rest of our lives.”

Shining eyes meet shining eyes as she lets out a happy sob, bodies intertwined as you settle into the perfect quiet of forever.

Tomorrow I’ll open my eyes, and I will whisper to my wife, I belong to you

Loving you hadn’t come easy, but it hadn’t come especially hard either. For all the anger and regret of her past, you had reminded Shinobu that the present and future persisted, irregardless of her willingness to live in or for them. Perhaps this is why she yelled at you so many months ago, and perhaps this is also why she’d cried. You’d accepted her emotion so simply and resolutely, welcoming her frustration and grief with open arms instead of the very spite and scorn she’d always reserved for herself. And she’d heard herself, for the first time in too long of a time, say I’m sorry. Those two words muffled in the armpit of your haori, her face buried in your embrace, had made your devotion clear as day — a devotion she’d found herself happy and happier to reciprocate.

��Good morning,” she murmurs, airy voice tinged with a solemn adoration discernible only to you.

“Mmm,” you mumble, yawning widely as you burrow yourself deeper into her chest, “Hi.”

“Would you like to know something?” she asks, warming her cheek on the top of your sunkissed head.

“Definitely,” you mumble, limbs clinging drowsily to her small frame, “I enjoy knowing things.”

She slips a cool finger beneath your chin, raising your sleepy gaze to meet her determined stare, mouth soft and decisive when she kisses you. You sigh sweetly into her affection, her smile familiar yet delicate against your own, trying her best to tell you I belong to you. 

I know they see us but they don’t stand a chance, I have kissed those lips a thousand times before this

The first time he kisses you, you think he’s dying. Of course, all paths lead to death, and being a Hashira tends to make this path even shorter, but expected pain is pain nonetheless. You cradle his head in your lap, his hair sticky with blood, his strength overwhelming you Kyojuro-san, stop moving! despite his wounds as he cranes upward to touch his mouth to yours. Tasting of sweat and ashes, your tears cleanse his cheeks and chest, a silly little grin brightening his face while grief and longing sit deep into your stomach.

The second time he kisses you, you’re pissed he’s alive. Well, not that he’s alive, but that he took so long to tell you. Maybe that isn’t fair of you considering he’s just woken from a coma, and maybe that isn’t fair of you considering he limped literal miles to locate you, and maybe that isn’t fair of you considering you were his sole thought and concern as soon as he regained enough consciousness to process that he was, in fact, conscious. But the brittle dread of He’s unlikely to make it has haunted you for months, and-

“Hey,” he rasps, cupping your jaw with a shy tenderness, “No need to ruminate, I am still here.”

Your gaze flits left and right, blurred as you avoid focusing on the steadfast devotion in his eyes, lips tingling from the surety of his kiss.

“I can see that,” you state dryly, your shaky inhale dissolving into a disbelieving sob, his arms atrophied yet certain as they wrap around you, his weight leaning shaky and perfectly against you.

The third time he kisses you, the fourth, and fifth — they are as precious and known, new and familiar, as the very first time.

And when he kisses you for the nth time, when he kisses you as your newly wedded husband, you realize you have already lived a thousand best moments of your life, and that a thousand and more await you.

If I could be honest, here at the altar, I refuse to grow older unless it’s with you

Age has always been a distant thing to Sanemi. He isn’t oblivious to it — the passing of snow into buds, to blossoms and then to the falling of leaves. But it’s a torturous thing to acknowledge. To remember how many more years he’s gotten to live than his mother. His five siblings. Colleagues and strangers alike. He feels as old as he is still young, steeped in death and dishevelment, sticky with yearning and fear, a projection of surety and arrogance fooling even himself. Strong and foolhardy, the clock ticks as he loses a piece of himself, another piece, another and another, to the illusion of living. And then you come slicing into his horizon.

Everything about you is almost polished. Your form, your strength, your five senses, flexibility and endurance… and somehow, he can’t find it in himself to loath you for being less than. Because you are more. You are more than the endless repetitions completed silently before him; you are more than the scrapes and bruises, stubborn retorts and near misses. You are the plate of ohagi left on his doorstep after a particularly harsh exchange of words. He knows he struck first, and yet, you open yourself to forgiveness. You are the letter received when he’s gone on an especially grueling mission. There’s not much to say, but your consideration of him makes him hesitate. You are the sight for sore eyes when he finally realizes, a year and some months into pondering your existence practically every day, that he wants you to be close. Closer. As close as you’re willing to be.

And if close means noticing when your face begins to wrinkle, your hair starts to grey, and your body learns what it is to ache, then he’s ready to remember. To reclaim. The pieces of himself he’d surrendered to time and space; he wants them back as much as he wants you.  All you ask of him is his whole self, and if he is to grant your wish, then he must acknowledge a simple truth: growing old need not be a curse any longer when it could instead be a gift to share with you.

“You’re crying,” you giggle, tears of your own dripping down your cheeks.

“Of course I’m crying,” he scoffs, faint grin softening the edge in his tone, “I get to marry you.”

Yes they can see us but only at a glance, only you know the man that I am beyond the surface

Marriage is hard. Learning someone inside and out is hard. Choosing that same someone day after day is hard. Growing and relapsing, nurturing and surrendering, saying Yes, and. A lifelong commitment of love is hard. And, honestly, Giyuu didn’t think he’d ever get there. He didn’t think he’d be waking up most mornings with your nose nestled in his chest or his arm, your leg stuck between his. He didn’t think he’d be murmuring I love you, a cold and desperate determination I will come home to you flooding his lungs as you do your best to stand strong when he waves. When he leaves. Knowing without a doubt that you’d crumpled as soon as he disappeared from view. He didn’t think he’d be returning to the softest, the greediest, the fondest and proudest, kisses. Kisses on his forehead, his cheeks, ears and chin. Kisses on his lips. Your hands checking his limbs while you listen to his breath; your eyes glistening as he whispers over and over I missed you, I love you, I missed you, I love you. He didn’t think he’d be this intimate, this familiar, this devastatingly and perfectly close to anyone. To you. And yet, here he is.

“Giyuu?”

“My love?”

“I love when you call me that.”

“I know.”

You blush, “Oh,” promptly hiding your face in his armpit.

“And I love getting to love you. I love that you are my love.”

[pansyfemme]

mmm but. i miss pansyfemme as a url already. but im lowkey really tired of people sending me asks questioning terminology i have explained dozens of times in the past so ive been. stepping away a bit from the term femme- not because i dont identify with it anymore. just that this blog’s gotten a bit of attention lately, and while a lot of the circles ive always run in tend to know the history of the term femme is not one exclusive to one gender or identity, people seeing my posts on my dash send me a lot of asks about it in heavily varying levels of politeness. and while i have explained it with sources and everything in the past,, i kind of. hate doing that all the time and despite having a faq people still. dont read it. so i kinda. uh. more so just. dont feel like justifying myself ten times a day and i also. dont like ignoring the asks so.. it will be definitly a term i will still use but kind of dont want in my username anymore. does that make any sense.

[screampied]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。FAQ — frequently asked questions by you guys! 🎤

how do you change the colors of your text gradients on your fics?

vegas: i use a website that's called stuffbydavid! there's other websites too but this one is the most easiest (in my opinion). here's a step by step tutorial i did!

where do you get your headers from?

vegas: i usually get them from twitter. you can find some too on tumblr with users like @/stepghost but i usually use twitter. most of my works have headers from the mangas “lady k & the sick man” and “infiltration! on the edge”

do you have a posting schedule?

vegas: mmm not really. i post whenever i feel like it + whenever i have the time / energy. although, i try to post fics near the weekends or close to fridays. headcanons usually around the beginning of the week and drabbles + thirsts whenever.

when will your requests open again?

vegas: probably after october.

who are your favorite characters to write for?

vegas: toji, choso, nanami and sukuna!

do you allow spam liking?

vegas: i do not! please refrain from doing that, i appreciate it though! spam liking can detect to tumblr that im a bot and shadowban / hide my entire blog. i block spamlikers. spam reblogging is entirely encouraged & okay! :)

did you get my request? (if they are open)

vegas: i see every request i get! if it’s been a while and i haven’t replied, i apologize. i get tons of ask every day and i try not to overwhelm myself. you can politely ask if ive seen it + remind me what it was because sometimes tumblr eats my asks.

why haven’t you answered my ask?

vegas: again, i have a bunch of asks piled up and i apologize. handling this blog can be quite overwhelming and i promise i’m not ignoring anyone <3 i try my best to answer each ask, even though that’s almost impossible. sometimes i don’t answer specific asks because a) they make be uncomfortable b) i don’t know how to reply or c) tumblr probably ate it or it got lost in my inbox. if it’s important you can ask again, but please be patient with me :’)) if it’s a request / thirst and you constantly ask me about it, don’t do that. constantly spamming me asks anon or not will result in a block.

what times are you most active?

vegas: it depends! my time zone is (GMT - 4). im usually active during the evenings, sometimes during the afternoon.

[ohdorothea]

This tournament is being run by and for queer fans so please keep that in mind! Homophobes will be blocked on sight <3 More polls here and more info here! Lyrics for the songs and FAQ under the cut!

Innocent lyrics

I guess you really did it this time

Left yourself in your warpath

Lost your balance on a tightrope

Lost your mind tryin' to get it back

Wasn't it easier in your lunchbox days?

Always a bigger bed to crawl into

Wasn't it beautiful when you believed in everything

And everybody believed in you?

It's alright, just wait and see

Your string of lights is still bright to me

Oh, who you are is not where you've been

You're still an innocent

You're still an innocent

Did some things you can't speak of

But at night you live it all again

You wouldn't be shattered on the floor now

If only you had seen what you know now then

Wasn't it easier in your firefly-catchin' days?

When everything out of reach

Someone bigger brought down to you

Wasn't it beautiful runnin' wild 'til you fell asleep

Before the monsters caught up to you?

It's alright, just wait and see

Your string of lights is still bright to me

Oh, who you are is not what you've been

You're still an innocent

It's okay, life is a tough crowd

32, and still growin' up now

Who you are is not what you did

You're still an innocent

Time turns flames to embers

You'll have new Septembers

Every one of us has messed up too

Lives change like the weather

I hope you remember

Today is never too late to be brand new

It's alright, just wait and see

Your string of lights is still bright to me

Oh, who you are is not what you've been

You're still an innocent

It's okay, life is a tough crowd

32, and still growin' up now

Who you are is not what you did

You're still an innocent

You're still an innocent

Lost your balance on a tightrope

It's never too late to get it back

🫶🫶🫶

Electric Touch lyrics

Just breathe, just relax, it'll be okay

Just an hour 'til your car's in the driveway

Just the first time ever hangin' out with you tonight

I've got my money on things goin' badly

Got a history of stories ending sadly

Still hoping that the fire won't burn me

Just one time, just one time

All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life

Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life

And I want you now, wanna need you forever

In the heat of your electric touch, mmm

I've been left in the rain lost and pining

I'm tryin' hard not to look like I'm trying

'Cause every time I tried hard for love, it fell apart (Woah)

I've gotten used to no one callin' my phone

I've grown accustomed to sleepin' alone

Still, I know that all it takes is to get it right

Just one time, just one time

All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life

Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life

And I want you now, wanna need you forever

In the heat of your electric touch, mmm

I was thinking just one time (Just one time)

Maybe the stars align (Just one time)

And maybe I call you mine

And you won't need space

Or string me along while you decide

And just one time (Just one time)

Maybe the moment's right (The moment's right)

It's 8:05 and I see two headlights

All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life

Got a feelin' your electric touch (Ooh)

All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life

Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life (Life)

And I want you now, wanna need you forever

In the heat of your electric touch, mmm

🫶🫶🫶

The question is which song is queerer to you! Queerer can mean whatever you want it to mean; you might consider a song queer because you think it was written that way, or because of Swiftian lore. It might be queer to you because of how you relate it to your own life. Maybe you think from a purely literary standpoint the lyrics have queer themes; maybe you're just thinking about vibes!!!

If you’d like to send in interpretations or propaganda for a specific song you can send them to my inbox! All interpretations are welcome and let’s be open and kind in response to all interpretations <3

[archiveikemen]

'Villain Wants To Bother The Little Robin' Story Event: Premium END

Jude Jazza & Ellis Twilight Route

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

❥･• Warnings and FAQ

After washing up and changing into a nightgown, a wave of fatigue washed over me the instant I laid down on the bed.

(I need to brace myself for tomorrow… I have to…)

While I went through the plans for tomorrow in my head, my eyelids grew heavier and heavier—,

I soon fell asleep.

…

— Click. The room door slowly creaked open, and I was woken up in the middle of the night.

(Huh… what time is it right now…?)

(— Wait. This is Her Majesty’s bed chamber, who on earth would come in at this hour?)

A chill ran down my spine. Jude and Ellis were resting in a separate room.

(No way, could it really be Abel?)

(But only people in the palace have the key to this room.)

(Did Abel steal the key? … Or rather, could the mastermind behind the assassination plot be someone working in the palace?)

Through the canopy curtain, I saw the shadow of a person approaching the bed.

(This is not the time to be playing detective! What do I do… should I slip out from the other side of the bed?)

(If I can sneak out of the room without getting caught, I should be able to get Jude and Ellis.)

(Our mission will be completed.)

(Honestly, I doubt that’d be possible, but — I don't have any other choice.)

Holding a pillow like a shield, I stealthily reached for the canopy curtain, and at that very moment…

The person raised his arm, holding something sharp in his hand—

Man’s Voice: — Oof!

A kick to his side caused him to fall onto the floor.

(W-What… what’s going on…)

I fearfully opened the canopy curtain and looked outside,

There stood Jude, stepping on a man dressed as a royal guard.

Jude: Isn’t it rude to be shrieking in Her Majesty's room in the middle of the night? I don't know, though.

Uniformed Man: You… you're Her Majesty's bodyguard—

Jude: You’re the secretary of that well esteemed minister who wears glasses, yes?

Jude: And why were you up to something with such a dangerous object in your hand?

Uniformed Man: Tch… I’ll kill you as well…

The man crawled out from under Jude’s foot and picked up his knife again.

Uniformed Man: This is supposed to be “a crime committed by the American Ambassador”... I’ll be in trouble if this doesn't go as planned.

Ellis: Trying to frame another person…?

Uniformed Man: Wah!?

The man raised his hand again, but it was caught and twisted by someone else’s hand that reached out from behind him.

Ellis: … That’s a bad thing to do. I doubt it'll make anyone happy.

Uniformed Man: I-It hurts— mmph.

He tried to cry out in pain, but Jude violently slapped a hand over his mouth.

I could still hear him groaning in pain despite his nose and mouth being covered.

Jude: Shut up, you’ll wake the “Queen”.

Ellis: … The Queen’s aide has a question for you.

Ellis wrapped a hand around the man’s neck and tightened his grip.

Jude: Collapse due to lack of oxygen or be put to sleep peacefully. Make your choice.

Uniformed Man: Mm… mmm…! !

Ellis: Jude doesn't usually let people choose. You should hurry up and answer him.

Uniformed Man: Mmph… mm…!

Jude: Ah—? What was that? I couldn't catch it.

Uniformed Man: Ggh… ugh…

The man lost all the strength in his body, and Jude threw him down like a filthy object.

Ellis swiftly caught him, bound him up with rope, and dragged him to a corner of the room where he rolled the man over.

(... W-Wow… he’s so skilled…)

Once again, they were people who existed on the dark side of the world.

I was petrified after witnessing first hand how horrible it would be to make an enemy of them…,

Jude: … So.

Kate: Ah!

Swoosh. The canopy curtains were pulled open without hesitation, causing me to nearly tumble off the bed while still holding onto the pillow.

Jude: You’re some nasty Queen, having peeping as your hobby.

Ellis: … You must've been terrified. Everything’s alright now, Kate.

I was faced with two completely different types of smiles again. An agitating sneer and an amicable smile.

This time, I wasn’t confused about what facial expression to make. My facial expression relaxed.

Kate: Thank you so much… both of you.

Kate: But… how did you know what was happening?

Ellis: There was a sweet smell coming from your crown.

Kate: Huh…?

Jude: The crown was tampered with. Someone spread nectar on it, causing the bird to be attracted to it and causing the commotion.

Kate: The crown…?

Ellis: Someone approached the crown before the audience session began, and so Jude went to investigate.

Jude: We kept a close eye on the bespectacled minister, because he claimed to be the last person who inspected the crown.

Jude: That bastard was once heavily involved with an extremist military faction, and they had the guts to cause a ruckus just to make a profit.

(What the…)

Kate: Committing treason against Her Majesty and attempting to pin the blame on someone who seems like a genuinely kind person… they’re the absolute lowlifes.

When I muttered my thoughts aloud, Jude raised an eyebrow in amusement.

Jude: Hah, I’m surprised. … Say something like “there was no need to treat him that way”.

Kate: … He’s alive, right?

Ellis: Yeah, of course. Victor said not to kill him, because he has some questions to ask him.

Kate: Because they tried to take someone’s life…

Kate: Both the secretary and the minister backing him should prepare to suffer.

Kate: … I feel no sympathy for them.

Jude • Ellis: …

(At least, Jude and Ellis are aware that they will face retribution for their actions… and they’re prepared for when that time comes.)

While I didn't think that was a good thing, I also didn't think that it was necessarily bad.

That was my honest opinion after participating in a number of missions with the two of them.

Jude: Hah, you finally caught on.

Ellis: Should I hurt that person even more? How much should I torment him?

Kate: N-No need to go any further…!

Ellis: Really…?

When I rushed to stop him, Ellis put his knife away, hanging his head slightly.

(These two are quite the troublesome pair.)

(And yet, having someone they trust by their side… might be the strongest source of support.)

Jude: Sigh… I’m so tired because of this unreliable princess.

Jude sat himself down on the bed before falling back onto it.

Jude: It’s almost morning. That weirdo aide to the Queen better pay me extra for working through the night.

I hurriedly spoke up the moment he was about to shut his eyes.

Kate: Um, excuse me, that’s my bed…

Jude: Ah? It’s Her Majesty's bed, not yours.

Ellis: Oh, Jude is so unfair.

Ellis moved to the other side of the bed and laid down, leaving only a space for me between him and Jude.

Ellis: Shall I sleep here too?

Kate: E-Ellis…?

Ellis: Let’s sleep together, Kate.

Kate: Sleep togeth—... uh… wait, WHAT!?

(Together… WITH THESE TWO!?)

Jude: You’re so noisy.

Ellis: Alrighty, come here.

Kate: Wah…!?

He pulled me and I fell onto the bed.

Despite how wide Her Majesty's bed was, it still felt cramped to be laying in between two grown men.

(S-So near…)

Jude had no intention to make room for me, and Ellis seemed to want as little room between us as possible.

I was sandwiched between two of them. Our shoulders, arms, and legs were touching.

Jude: Your body temperature is rising… are you a kid?

Ellis: So warm and cozy… hey, can I hug you?

Kate: N-No…!

I responded while facing the ceiling. No matter which side I turned to, it was too awkward to handle.

Jude: Pfft, you’re blushing. You lewd woman.

Jude rested on his elbow next to me, looking down at me with a mocking smile.

Kate: Don't you think it's inappropriate to get into someone’s bed like this…?

Jude: Isn’t it? Only scoundrels would do that.

Ellis: You want to get naughty? Okay, let's do it.

Kate: Wha…?

While laying next to me, Ellis looked right at me and made an outrageous suggestion.

Ellis: Ah, maybe you prefer to do it with Jude? Or both of us?

Jude: Oi, leave me out of this.

Jude: Go ahead if you want to. I’ll just be here watching from the sidelines. You’re into that sort of stuff, aren't you?

Ellis: Is that so? In that case, shall we?

The words coming from both sides were making my face turn red and hot.

Kate: Please get off the bed and return to your own rooms…

Ellis: … I’ll get worried if I leave you alone, though.

Kate: Ugh…

Jude: This bed is comfortable, I’m not leaving.

Kate: … D- Damn it…!

Faced with my fatigue, Ellis’ innocence, and Jude’s arrogance,

— I gave up on thinking.

Kate: Fine, go ahead and be like this…! Good night!

I pulled the sheets up to my face, blocking my view of them.

Jude: Pfft, what the hell kind of sleeping position is this?

Ellis: She’s hiding. This feels lonely.

The two of them were completely unbothered. A few minutes later, I heard them fall asleep…

Enveloped by the peaceful sounds, their body warmth, and the sweet smell of them, I unknowingly fell asleep as well.

…

A few days later.

News of the assassination attempt was kept from the public.

The American Ambassador departed from the palace with the same bright smile he arrived with.

In a horrifying turn of events— the bespectacled minister had mysteriously vanished along with his position in the government. And also—

…

Ellis: Ah, there she is. Over here, Kate.

Kate: … Sorry to have kept you waiting.

Jude: Hah, you look more nervous than you were during the mission.

We agreed to do each other a favour if we successfully completed the mission without having our identities exposed. And today was the day to decide what those “favours” would be.

(It’s Jude and Ellis I made a deal with, of course they're going to keep their word.)

As much as they made great allies, I was made very well aware of how dangerous it would be to have them as my enemies.

I gulped down and turned to them with the biggest smile I could make.

Ellis: I’m so excited… well then, Kate,

Jude: Shall I do you a “favour”?

[ejsuperstar]

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[ddejavvu]

bunny!chrissy who has such a high sex drive that she doesn’t understand that you can get overstimulated !!! she’s between your legs and she’s made you cum three times now. you’ve tried pushing at her head and pulling at her hair, but she takes it as a compliment. she must be doing so well <3 :)) you finally manage to pull her away from your breast and your nipple falls out of her lips with a pop. “too much!!”

unfortunately, Chrissy’s a crybaby. tears will spring at the corners of her eyes. she isn’t done !!! just a little more. she loves you sooo much ❤️

cw: hybrid au with bunny hybrid!chrissy. don't like don't read, or block the tag 'hybrid au' below. hybrid au faq

this post is 18+ and dark, minors dni.

mmm she just loooves making you feel good, nothing makes her feel better than knowing she's got your body literally short circuiting judging by the shake of your thighs and the screams flowing from your mouth. and it probably doesn't help that she's face-level with your boobs if you're tribbing, they're just right there for her to lick and suck and bite and get distracted by ! maybe she doesn't realize that you're pushing her head away instead of pushing it further against you in the heat of the moment, or she gets confused by the hair pulling bc it feels so good ! whatever the case is, she'll come up to whimper into your neck about how she just wants a little more, and as soon as you're finished consoling her, kissing her tears away and petting over her hair she's diving back in, probably burying her red-tinted puffy face into your cunt as a treat to make her feel better after she'd been crying <3

[faffreux]

hi, i hope you this isnt a bother, but i was reading your website's faq and i was a bit curious about in what sense you view fawful as real? is it a spiritual multiverse thing, or? also, congrats on the wedding. is it going to be friend only or will tumblr followers be allowed?

Mmm, I’ve been trying to figure out how to put it into words in a way I’m comfortable with, my apologies. I’ll give you a raincheck on that one 🌸

But thank you so much!! It’s open to everyone :]

I’m very excited at the influx of interest. I have a bunch of friends doing art requests at the event too (including @partysol-the-umbrella-wielder who will be doing a ‘Shroob Yourself’ art stream where she’ll draw you or your OC as a Shroob, hehe.)

And if you wanna preview @seanhicksart’s Fawful Smash mod that will also be going on!!

[malevolentmadnessmixup]

Welcome to the ✨First Annual✨ Triple-M!

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The MALEVOLENT MADNESS MIXUP EVENT is an annual event from February through mid-April, focused on bringing together the talents of the fandom of the podcast Malevolent in new, wild, exciting ways, creating combinations of arts and ideas that have never been seen before.

This event is designed as a challenge for our wonderful fan content creators. There will be some restrictions on content and a LOT of collaboration with your fellow creator! Our goal is to grace the fandom with some WACKY, WILD, WONDERFUL new content (you see what I did there?)!

It is designed much like a Big Bang, Reverse Bang, etc, with a schedule, match-ups, check-ins, the works. However, you will be working with your matched creator from the beginning. Sound fun??

I hope so!

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[endlingmusings]

[ Several captive Southern white rhinoceroses. ]

“John Hume, the owner of the world’s largest private rhino herd, is auctioning off his rhino farm, the starting bid being US$10 million. The question is, what are Hume’s rhinos really worth?

In recent weeks there have been quite a few emotional appeals from John Hume and his supporters to ‘see the value’ in what is being offered. I get that many people believe that this is John Hume’s life’s work, but the US$150 million the one-time billionaire reportedly spent on this enterprise is, in business terms, the project’s sunk cost. It is a business risk he chose to take, as he farmed rhinos with a view to selling the horn.

When he started, over a decade ago, the international sale of rhino horn was already banned and the domestic trade was banned in South Africa for a number of years until John Hume and Johan Kruger launched legal action, saying it is their constitutional right to sell rhino horn. Izak du Toit, the lawyer who represented the rhino owners to overturn the domestic trade ban, and who appears to be Hume’s legal representative in the current auction, said at the time, [If the domestic trade ban was overturned] “We would sell [rhino horn] to the poachers to prevent them from killing rhinos,”.

With all the effort to overturn rhino horn trade sanctions, both domestically and international, there was always an inherent risk in Hume’s strategy that the trade ban would remain, and he accepted this risk as legalising the trade in rhino horn was the only way to recuperate his investment. Hume has said that his 10-tonne of stockpile of rhino horns is negotiable as part of the current auction, adding that it is worth more than US$500 million on the black market. A curious message to give out.

The fact that there is still a ban on the international trade of rhino horn doesn’t change the lack of trying by Hume and other South African private rhino owners. Over the years they put forward models for a ‘regulated’, international legal trade in rhino horn. The business plans have loopholes big enough for a Mack truck to drive through and, in all this time, they have never invested in a consumer analysis. The pro-trade supporters have previously stated that, “What they [rhino horns] are used for is hardly relevant. The fact is that people are willing to pay.”. Even now, after more than a decade of pushing to legalise the international trade, the response to the FAQ page question, “Does anyone know what the demand for rhino horn is?” is, “There is no reliable data on the size of the market. The best way to determine the characteristics of a market is to engage in legal trade.”. Mmm, quite a risky approach if your goal is to save rhinos from poaching.

At least now they acknowledge that an international trade won’t stop rhino poaching, the response to the FAQ page question, “Doesn’t the market value ‘wild’ horn more than harvested?” is, “Possibly, yes. If there is a preference for ‘wild’ or whole horn, this will be reflected in the price buyers are willing to pay.”. A far cry from their earlier, evidence free, assertions that the supply from the privately owned rhinos in South Africa could satisfy demand in Viet Nam and China and that consumers would be willing to substitute farmed horn for horn from wild rhinos.

Legalising the trade in ivory for two massive one-off sales did not stop elephant poaching, it made it worse. There is every reason to believe the same would happen with rhino horn – as soon as you can legalise advertise you can create new demand; something else they have never been willing to factor into their pro-trade push. Further, those who can afford genuine rhino horn will pay for a ‘wild’ product. Consumers have been known to ask for the tail/ears of the rhino to be presented with the horn to show it was killed in the process and the horn didn’t come from a stockpile.

This rhino sale mess is a perfect demonstration of the misguided obsession with the commercialisation of wild species. John Hume and the other private rhino owners managed to overturn the ban on domestic trade in South Africa, but that did not create a market for a product nobody needs. Hume’s rhino horn auction in 2017 was a flop, as was his later attempt to launch a cryptocurrency backed by rhino horn.

John Hume’s 2,000 rhinos and his reported 10 tonne stockpile of rhino horn have zero commercial value as long as the international trade remains closed. Reinstating the South African domestic trade in rhino horn was seen a precursor to overturning the international trade ban, providing hope for the pro-trade rhino owners. The result was they were happy to devalue rhino horn from a poaching perspective but they have never wanted to devalue horn from a consumer perspective, as they didn’t want to undermine the potential for future profits.”

- Excerpt from “What Are John Hume’s Rhinos Really Worth?” by Lynn Johnson.

[meowzfordayz]

NSFW Alphabet — Uzui Tengen

Author’s Note: for my own sanity, only some of these headcanons include Hina, Makio, and Suma. 😆 As w/ all hcs, these are simply my opinions in this exact moment of writing, and are subject to change depending on the context/my mood! 😉

NSFW Alphabet — Uzui Tengen

Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~3,100

CW: 18+NSFW, ass!play, cream!pie, degrading language, explicit language, Fem!Reader, oral, public

MILESTONE 20.0

~faqs~

Aftercare? what they’re like after sex

Tengen’s aftercare can be… overwhelming. 🤭 Water and cuddles are appreciated, but do you really need a three course meal? An entire change of bedsheets? A steamy bath complete with petals and/or bath salts? A full body rubdown? Occasionally, the answer is YES! 😌 But oftentimes, the answer is: “Tengen, I’m not going to make it through the appetizer, let alone whatever else you’re planning.” 😴 Because as grateful as you are to be thoroughly pampered and cherished, sometimes the best aftercare is simply a quick rinse followed by promptly passing out.

Body Part? their favorite body part(s)

Tengen’s obsessed with your tits. 🤤😍 I mean, have you seen Hina, Makio, and Suma?! *cue that “You six are the most important things to me.” “Six? But Lord Tengen, there are only three of us.” “I said what I said.” meme* 😂 Sensitivity matters more to him than size or shape; if he can’t elicit a soft gasp from brushing his fingertips across your nipples, then what’s the point? ☹️ He’d be your personal bra if you’d let him, glued to your back 24/7, hands cupping your tits. If you have smaller tits: “But Tengen, they’re not even that big. I don’t need a bra!” “Okaaay, but I come with heating and massaging services! 🥺” If you have larger tits: “Honey, do you need help? ☺️” “Help? 🤨” “If they’re too heavy, I happen to know a strong man who can ease your burdens.” *cue Tengen winking exaggeratedly at your tits*

Tengen’s arms and thighs are to die for. He can hold you up against a wall, biceps flexing as your nails dig into his skin, cock thrusting steady and deep into your pussy, hardly out of breath, until you’re whimpering T-too much, g-gonna cum a-again. He can also keep you in place while you grind your clit against his thigh, forearms toned and unyielding as you melt into his chest, whining as you near your orgasm, unable to rest under his gentle, unforgiving guidance. “Mm, such a pretty thing, getting off on my thigh,” squeezing your waist in warning as you try to slow down, “What a pathetic whore, so anxious to cum the moment she sits on my lap,” grinning smugly as your body shudders, “There’s no stopping now, babygirl’s gotta finish what she starts, gotta make a mess on my thigh, then, maybe, I’ll let you go.” If you really think he’s letting you go after slipping your panties aside to feel your wetness seep through his pants, casually lifting you—with one arm, of course—just enough to fuck rough fingers into your clenched heat… think again. 😃

Cum?

Tengen prefers cumming in your pussy or on your ass. When he’s feeling intimate, finishing in your pussy feels like the ideal ending; it’s heavenly, sexy, and the perfect amount of lewd when you spread your folds so he can watch himself drip out of your stretched hole. If he’s feeling dominant, cumming on your ass satisfies his urge to claim and mark you in a more degrading manner; “My filthy fucking bitch,” as his cum coats your asshole, dribbling down the backs of your thighs, making a mess of the sheets below, “Wearing my cum so beautifully, what a slut.”

Dirty Talk?

Uzui Tengen aka King of Dirty Talk™️. Mind you, King™️ doesn’t mean everything he murmurs into your ear is mouthwatering, panty dropping, orgasm inducing, but it does mean he talks. A lot. Constantly. “You close to cumming? Close to squeezing the life out of my cock? Can’t wait to die by your pussy, mmm, yes darling, kill me.’ … … … 💀 To be fair, 9 out of 10 times he says something that’s actually pleasurable. 😆 “You hear that babydoll? The sound of your greedy pussy squelching around my cock? Look down gorgeous, look at how well you take me. Look and listen, tell me what you think, hm?” Spoiler alert: there’s no way you’re telling him what you think, because fucking you speechless happens to be his specialty.

Experience? their level of experience

Factoring in Hina, Makio, and Suma, Tengen’s quite experienced. They don’t have foursomes too often (coordinating four schedules is a nightmare lmao), which actually benefits his sexual familiarity and comfortability, because 1-on-1 with three different women means plenty of consistent variety and opportunities to experiment/learn/grow. Toss you into the mix (they’re all very happy to get to love and be loved by you 🥰), and fivesomes are even rarer than the elusive foursome. Omitting Hina, Makio, and Suma? Tengen’s still experienced, but sexual experience doesn’t necessarily equate to emotional or romantic maturity. Does he know how to bring his sexual partners to world shattering climax? Yeah. Does he know how to nurture intimacy and depth beyond carnality? ~Eventually! He isn’t inherently closed off to the idea or concept of closeness — he just needs the right person (you, heh) to feel like taking that next step is worth his time, energy, and investment.

Foreplay?

Tengen LOVES foreplay, but he also LOVES penetrative sex, so it’s a perpetual, inner debate for him. 😖 Does he bask in the glory of you giving him head while he’s gaming with Kyojuro and Sanemi, or does he go afk (away from keyboard) to bend you over the bed and fuck you between rounds? 🤓 On that note, he prefers receiving, primarily because it’s easier for you to randomly suck his dick than it is for him to randomly perform cunnilingus. 11/10 has calender anniversary reminders for all the various places you’ve blown him i.e. 1/27 Bar Bathroom Blowjob 🍻; 4/19 Changing Room Blowjob 👕; 10/31 Halloween Party Blowjob 🎃. Besides blowjobs and cunnilingus, he’s a sorry sap for making out (when he supports the back of your head/neck and kisses you deeply UNF) and pinching your nipples until you’re begging him to play nice.

Goofy? their sense of humor

Ever seen movie/tv show bloopers where actors laugh while trying to film a serious/sad/etc scene? That’s Tengen during sex. He isn’t consciously silly, but his intensity/somewhat domineering attitude occasionally misses the mark. To his credit, he’s generally aware of your mood and what the ~vibe is, but sometimes all he wants to do is spank you—”Can you be good for me? Can you count? From one to ten, can you count out your punishment?”—and all you end up doing is giggling and sassing off: “Can I count from one to ten? Why, yes, yes I can!!!!!” *cue unstifled laughter* 🤪

Hair? pubes maintenance

Short of zero maintenance, Tengen has next to no preference about his pubic hair. If you want him clean shaven? He’ll do his best (shaving his balls only scares him ~a tad). If you appreciate ~some hair? He’ll literally have you sit on the bathtub beside him while he grooms, and rely on you to tell him when to stop. And if you also have next to no preference? He falls into a monthly trim routine.

Intimacy? their degree of intimacy

Sex with Tengen tends to lack toe curling intimacy. Your toes will certainly curl for other reasons, but he isn’t really a stare-into-my-eyes-as-I-whisper-sweet-nothings lover; he’s a, “Look at me while I fuck your pretty cunt,” firm thumb lifting up your chin, “I said look at me,” fucker. If you ask for more intimate sex, then he’ll certainly try his best, but all it takes is a few clenches of your walls around his cock—your eyes rolling backward, soft whine pushed from your chest, as he buries himself balls deep—for him to dissolve into his usual demanding demeanor.

Jack Off? masturbation

Including Hina, Makio, and Suma, he hardly ever masturbates. Sex isn’t a given—he doesn’t take anyone for granted, nor assume that someone’ll be available whenever he’s horny—but he doesn’t want any of you to feel rejected or neglected either. It’s a careful balance between respecting his right to privacy and personal time, as well as him not constantly declining sex because, “Oops, I already masturbated today.” Excluding Hina, Makio, and Suma, he tends to masturbate/initiate sex more days a week than not. If you aren’t in the mood, then he still checks in that you’re alright with him satisfying his needs alone, because again: he cares more about you feeling desired and taken care of than he cares about immediately fulfilling his sexual urges. He’s less so asking permission to masturbate, and more so ensuring nobody feels left out.

Kink? ~specific turn ons

Tengen enjoys shibari, but only when there’s enough time for it to be artistic and sexual. Bondage satisfies him too, but there’s a distinct difference between tying your wrists and ankles to four corners of a bed versus having you kneel and move in front of him as he creates fluid, silky knots and patterns across your body. Both forms involve you trusting him to a degree that riles and soothes his desires to control and protect you, just as both forms typically end with him cumming in your pussy, hands clutching your hips as he trembles, feeling his slick squelch out from the fullness of his cock inside you, balls soon sticky and messy. However, shibari is more meditative and collaborative—a mutual dance—whereas bondage leans toward leading and following—precisely choreographed (and he’s the choreographer). P.S. He’s definitely the type to own a sex swing. 😵‍💫

Location? where they prefer to have sex

When it comes to penetrative sex, Tengen prefers the bedroom (or living room) — nothing like knowing there’re solid walls to hold and fuck you against, as well as a soft and comfy bed (or couch) for less effortful/more creative positions — the bed/couch provides cushioning for potential falling/mishaps when trying something new. But oral sex? Tengen’s happy to receive a blowjob practically anywhere, anytime (so long as you’re comfortable). He’d much prefer he be caught with his pants down than you, and has likely had to laugh off one or two ~interruptions. 😅

Motivation? ~general turn ons

Modeling clothing and sleeping in his shirts! 😍 You could model a winter coat and snow pants, and Tengen would still be eager to “find” your breasts beneath the thick layers of polyester and fleece, as well as squeeze your now thoroughly padded ass. 🤪 And if you model lingerie, swimwear, or anything remotely revealing? He’s 100% chugging water and fanning himself, legs parting as he not so subtly grabs his crotch, “I think we need to do a sit test before you buy those,” while patting his thigh. Are some of his reactions exaggerated? Yeah. 😂 But does he do it all to hype you up and because he’s attracted to you? Also yeah. ☺️ On a different note, wear his clothing, and he’ll immediately offer to let you keep it for forever. “Wearing my shirt?” he grins slyly. “Mhm.” “Keep it,” he declares. Eyebrows raising, you tilt your head, “What?” “I just want you to have sweet dreams!” he winks. “And wearing your shirt…” “Will obviously grant you sweet dreams.” “Surrre,” you drawl, arms crossing amusedly. “Aaand you’re absolutely gorgeous.”

No? turn offs

Unless it’s with his cock, Tengen isn’t huge on breathplay. Light choking? Sure, if you ask nicely. But more serious breathplay? He’s just a little too informed about the dangers of cutting your brain off from oxygen to properly enjoy it. 😕

Oral? giver or receiver

Tengen prefers receiving oral sex, mostly because he can’t get over how stunning you look with his cock in your mouth. As beautiful as you look—and feel—cumming while his tongue flicks rapidly at your clit, it just isn’t the same from between your thighs; your head tilts backward, pretty eyes disappearing from view, legs suffocating him and his view. But you, tracing the tip of his cock with your glistening tongue, one hand shoved between your legs, the other clutching his thigh, struggling to balance bringing yourself to orgasm and coaxing shudders from him? That is a sight he’ll never tire of.

Position? their favorite position(s)

For cumming in your pussy, Tengen adores having you on top. Make no mistake—he’s happy and able to do most of the work (grabbing your hips and thrusting upward into your cunt)—there’s just no better way to watch your tits bounce. Make him suck on your fingers before playing with your nipples, and he’s liable to cum much sooner than anticipated. For cumming on your ass, Tengen doesn’t really care what position you’re in; he’s focused on chasing his orgasm and keeping his thrusts as hard and precise as possible. If you’re on your back, then he’ll simply flip you over when he needs to cum, impatiently waiting to paint a lil heart on your ass with his cum (he cums first, and then uses it as ~paint — his swollen tip’s the paintbrush). 

Quickie? a fan or not-a-fan

Tengen isn’t the hugest fan of quickies. He considers sex a privilege, an indulgence, an experience, and rushing it means less time to reach its potential. That being said, if he’s in the mood and there’s only time for a quickie, then he won’t hold off— he has the stamina to chase immediate gratification and enjoy his time (with you) ~later too. 😌

Risk? their risk tolerance

Despite his flashy persona, Tengen would rather partake in safe, “tame” sex than put his partner(s) at risk of bodily/emotional harm. Regarding himself, he’s less reserved. In other words, if someone’s going to be caught with their pants down, then he’d prefer it be himself than his partner(s). Even if you tell him, “Getting caught sucking someone’s dick can still be as embarrassing as getting caught having your dick sucked!” he’s unlikely to acknowledge his double standard — you’d really have to push to be the one undressing in a ~risky situation.

Stamina?

Tengen can go for hours, primarily because he can stave off cumming for hours. Sometimes you have to beg him to cum, as in, beg for him to cum, because your pussy’s swollen and sore and the copious amounts of lube aren’t enough anymore. “Tengen, please,” you whimper, mouthing weakly at his neck, body folded sweaty and exhausted atop his chest. “What is it?” he murmurs, only slightly breathless, slow thrusts continuing as he kneads your ass, “Please what?” “Please cum,” you groan, folds stinging from the relentless friction, “I swear if you don’t cum soon-” Smirking, he rocks his hips sharply upward, eyes closing as he drawls, “Then what?” “Then you’re pulling out and cumming in your fist.” That changes his pace real quick — best believe he’s cumming in your pussy, or not at all. As for his actual refractory period, he’s capable of multiple orgasms throughout the day, but the more he cums in a day, the more days he’ll need to recharge afterwards. 🪫

Toys?

Tengen may or may not dedicate a sizeable portion of his income to sex toys, especially factoring in Hina, Makio, and Suma. While he appreciates being called a Sex God™️, he’s a relatively humble god 🙃, and is fine acknowledging the usefulness and efficiency of dildos, vibrators, etc. He definitely researches options of intrigue before buying, and only purchases well reputed— oftentimes more expensive—toys. If any of you (“you” being Hina, Makio, Suma, and you) request a custom dildo of his penis, then you bet he’s making four of them!!!!! 😃 Why would he squander the opportunity to watch all four of his partners—all at the same time—fuck themselves with ~his cock? 😤 If you’re into anal sex, then he might splurge even further and make eight… because why would he squander the opportunity to watch all four of his partners—all at the same time—stuff all of their holes? Does this mean he’d technically need twelve if we’re counting mouths as well?

Unfair? how they feel about teasing/being teased

Tengen loooves teasing, but isn’t fond of being teased himself. 😬 You can tease him—he isn’t a jerk about it/won’t promptly shut you down—but he will flip the tables sooner rather than later. Verbal banter goes over better with him than physical playfulness, because it’s just too easy for him to manhandle you. If you’re dominant/switch leaning, then he’ll occasionally relinquish his reins, but doing so absolutely requires lengthy discussion and upfront negotiation/explanation (of your needs) prior.

Volume?

Tengen murmurs lowly and grunts loudly; a combination of seductive, filthy, and sometimes nonsensical dirty talk + guttural, staggered noises as he nears his climax. If he’s cumming multiple times in a day, then he’s definitely shouting, “Fuck, fuck, fuckfuck, FUUUUUCK!!!!!” by his last orgasm — similar to shouting through a difficult part of a workout, because cumming multiple times in a day is 😮‍💨.

Wild Card?

Tengen’s contemplated getting his dick pierced more than once, but hasn’t followed through with it because he’s afraid of the pain. Don’t get him wrong!!! 😠 He’s tough!!!!! 😡 Just not that kind of tough. 🫠

X-ray?

A show-er for sure, almost 8 inches when fully erect, and as thick as you’d expect (very). Proper preparation and lube are generally a must—another reason Tengen isn’t super into quickies—but he’s fairly straight with minimal veins, aka no wicked curves or texture that require further adjustment. The head of his cock is relatively small, so getting through the initial squeeze and fullness isn’t the hardest part; it’s a ~journey all the way down to his balls. 🤠

Yearning? sex drive

Goes through periods of initiating sex every other day to not feeling anything in particular about sex for like, a week. With four wives, that neutral period is important for resetting himself and getting shit done — taking care of himself + four partners sexually can take up a lot of time! Of course, you can obviously pleasure yourself + each other too (permutations, math, 5 numbers), and he’s more than content to watch—or hear about it later—when he’s not quite up for participating himself.

Zzz?

Instead of crashing immediately after sex, Tengen crashes immediately following aftercare. He has plenty of energy to go ~overboard with aftercare, and precisely no energy once he knows you’re both comfortably grounded and sated (if you let him, then he will cook you that three course meal mentioned in Aftercare, and he will start nodding off at the dining table once you’ve taken your last bite 🥱). He’s pretty indifferent about how you sleep after sex; just don’t roll over to the complete opposite side of the bed without even a pinky toe or finger touching him 🥲 — he’ll fall asleep thinking he’s upset you, but too tired to actually ask. 🥺😴

[chooseyourownavenger]

[START] [ABOUT AND WARNINGS] [FAQ]

IRONHAWK/ I’d love to go on a date

You take another bite as you consider what it would be like to date these two men, both celebrities.  Both superheroes.  Both Avengers.  One of them, one of the richest men on the planet.  It won’t be easy.  This shit that you’ve just been dragged into is their life - all the time.  You will be a target just because of who you choose to share your heart with.  It won’t just be people like HYDRA that will target you either; the press, paparazzi, fans - they will all pick your life apart.

This whole thing has shown you something about yourself.  You can handle whatever shit the world throws at you, and these two men are worth it.  You still aren’t the kind of person who would have a one-night stand with two men, but you can see yourself having an actual relationship with them.

“If we date, I’ll need to go slow,” you say.  “I can’t just jump into the physical stuff.”

“That’s okay,” Tony says.  “It’ll be like long-term edging.”

Clint laughs suddenly and grabs his side.  “Ow… don’t make me laugh right now.”

“So we’re really going to do this?” Tony asks.

“Let’s go and a date, and see how it goes,” you say.

The three of you finish eating and you all squeeze into the bed.  Despite the risk that HYDRA can still find you here, exhaustion takes over and you fall asleep.

You’re not sure how long you sleep, but you wake curled up between both men, to the sound of banging on the door.  Tony grabs the gun from the bedside table.  “Get down,” he whispers to you both.  Clint grabs the other gun and the two of you crouch behind the bed, and Clint aims at the door, his view perfectly lined up to where it would open.

Tony slowly pulls the door open, peering around at whoever is standing on the other side.  As soon as he sees who it is, he relaxes and put’s the safety back on the gun.  “About time, Cap,” he says, pulling the door open.

“Good to see you too, Tony,” Steve says.  “Good job with the directions.  We knew Australia, but not where.”

“We’re just glad you got here before they did,” Tony says as you and Clint get up from the floor.

“We went out and cleared out the nest first,” Steve says.  “The Australian army is taking everyone into custody now.  We’ve got your things on the jet.  Are you ready to get home?”

“Fuck yes!” Clint sighs as he approaches the door.

“Mmm - the sooner we get home, the sooner we can go out,” Tony agrees, putting his arm around you.  The three of you trudge out of the motel room, and toward the waiting jet.  Ready to start the next chapter together.

~ END ~

[g4p-h4g]

Oh faq.,, that picture,,,mmm

Overture: 1 (EP) / Preliminary release for the upcoming LP "Surface to Air" (Releases on September 11th)

Listen on Spotify here: Overture: 1 by Jet Le Parti

EP: Overture: 1

Genre: experimental, ambient, neoclassical, techno, liminal, tape

By: Jet Le Parti

Album Artwork: L.S. Toy

Base 36. 2024.

[archiveikemen]

Harrison Gray Main Story: Chapter 5

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❥･• Warnings and FAQ

The sky was clear the day after I walked along the river Thames with Harrison.

Victor: Let me lay out the blanket… there. Come on, sit here, Kate.

Victor: Ellis over there. Elbert next to Kate. Mm-hmm, good.

Victor: Alrighty. Allow me to show you my specially prepared picnic lunch right away. Taa-daa!

Kate: Wow!

(Amazing. There's roasted lamb, spinach quiche, and… too many dishes to count.)

Victor had the sudden idea to have a picnic in the garden, so there we were.

The picnic was hosted by Victor himself, and the attendees were Ellis, Elbert, and me.

Although Ellis and Elbert were practically kidnapped by Victor to attend…

They allowed themselves to be easily swept along without resisting, making them easy targets for the pushy Queen’s Aide.

Ellis: So this is why I saw you walking around with large bags last night. I thought you had humans stuffed inside them.

Victor: Haha, no way! My motto is to not ask the servants for help with things I can do by myself.

(Hm… the conversation is getting rather ominous, but let’s not pay attention to that.)

Victor: Well then, let us all put out hands together. Hey, Ellis. You haven't said “thank you for the meal” yet.

Ellis: Thank you for the meal. … Nom, nom.

Victor: Mmm, my youngest is so adorable. That's enough, Elbert. You can admire the butterflies later.

Elbert: … Okay.

The sunlight shining gently on the three beautiful faces made the scene before me look like a painting.

Victor: Sorry, Kate. Come, you should eat up too. There's plenty of food to go around.

Kate: Thank you, Victor. I shall take up your offer.

(Wow… this is delicious.)

Meals were usually prepared by the castle’s servants and they were always delicious, but I’ve never had anything that tasted as exquisite as Victor’s packed lunch.

(As expected of the Queen’s Aide. He can do anything better than anyone else.)

While I was admiring him, I felt a light tap on my right shoulder.

(...?)

Elbert: … Is this rock beautiful?

Elbert picked up an ordinary looking pebble with his beautiful fingers.

(Um…)

Kate: Right… it looks like an ordinary pebble to me.

Kate: But if you think it’s beautiful, then perhaps it is?

Elbert: … I’m not reliable when it comes to determining something’s beauty.

(Did I make him feel dejected?)

I started to panic, and this time I felt a tap on my left shoulder.

(...?)

Ellis: Here, biscuit with blueberry jam. It’s my favourite food, so I thought you might like it too.

Kate: …? Thanks?

Ellis: … Mm, you’re welcome.

Victor: Come on now, let’s not bother Kate too much. Today’s picnic is a celebration for her, you know.

Kate: A celebration? My birthday is still quite far away, though…

Victor: It’s to celebrate you beating Harrison in his own game. You were given the ‘OK’ to stay by his side, no?

I realised that he planned this gathering after knowing the results of my game with Harrison.

Kate: Yes, that’s right. Although, I think that Harrison was reluctant to agree to it.

Victor: Reluctantly agreeing is alright too. I believe this is still much better than completely not having any type of relationship with him.

Victor: As long as you’re not at 0, it can turn into a 1 or even a 100.

(1 or 100, huh. Yeah, that's right.)

In my fairytale report, I wrote that Harrison “never leaves people in the lurch” and that his fox curse caused him to get distracted whenever there's someone next to him.

(I still don’t know much. I want to know more about Harrison.)

Kate: It’d be nice if Harrison were here…

Harrison: What, did you call for me?

Kate: AHH!

I turned to look in the direction of that voice, and saw Harrison standing there languidly with an aloof smile.

Victor: Wow! This is the first time you’ve ever shown up at a picnic. What on earth is going on?

Ellis: I invited him.

Victor: You?

Ellis: … Yeah. Kate, you talk to Harrison often, don’t you?

Ellis: I thought it’d make you happy if Harrison’s here.

Ellis’ eyes contained a deep and dark glint.

Ellis: Hey. How happy are you right now…?

Kate: Happy? Uh…

Harrison: Yeah, yeah. No need to take this guy’s questions seriously.

Harrison: Scoot over, Ellis. I want to sit here.

Harrison sat next to me, our shoulders touching.

Ignoring the main dishes, Harrison went straight for the dessert and started stuffing himself.

Victor: Harrison, these are my specially made muffins. I used plenty of butter and whipped cream—

Harrison: The person who made them doesn't matter. What’s important is whether they taste good.

Victor: You are so cold! But I love that about you too.

(... I see. Harrison’s only here for the sweets.)

(But why am I feeling disappointed?)

Harrison: Hey.

Harrison stopped eating and peered into my face while sitting next to me.

Harrison: Are you disappointed that I’m not here for you?

I was startled by his words that sounded like he read my mind.

(He’s probably popular because of how casually he just says such things, but I’m not falling for any of his tricks.)

I believed that I had learned my lesson very well, after being lied to and teased on multiple occasions.

Kate: I’d never feel disappointed over such a thing.

Harrison: Hmm.

Harrison: … Seriously, you’re terrible at lying.

Harrison chuckled and said “thank you for the meal” before standing up.

Ellis: Where are you going?

Harrison: Work.

(Is he going for a mission? But why during daytime?)

As I wondered about it, Victor’s beautiful lips lifted into a gentle smile.

Victor: Outside of carrying out Her Majesty’s orders, the members of Crown are allowed to have their own occupations as well.

Victor: For example, William and Elbert are nobles, so they govern their territories and manage their assets. Ah, if I’m not mistaken, Ellis is…

Ellis: I’m an assistant in Jude’s trading company. Basically, I’m like an errand runner.

Victor: And Harrison works as a proofreader for a publishing company.

Kate: What does he do as a proofreader?

Harrison: I help writers during the process before their work is published, doing things such as checking for typing errors and plot holes.

Harrison: Recently I’ve been working together with writers to brainstorm for tricks to be used in their mystery novels.

Kate: Wow… your existence must be very reassuring to writers.

Harrison: That’s outside of my job scope as a proofreader. Anyway, I’m going out to gather reference materials today.

If I learnt more about what Harrison did outside the castle, I might discover new things about him.

Kate: Um, Harrison. If you’re alright with it, can I accompany you to work?

Harrison: As long as you don’t bother me. Do as you please.

Kate: Thank you so much!

…

To look for the reference materials Harrison wanted, we visited a bookstore in Leadenhall Market.

Harrison: … Yeah, this one’s good. Hm? This too.

Harrison's mint coloured eyes sparkled with joy as he picked up a few books one after another.

Then, he turned his eyes to me…

Harrison: Hey, do you read books?

Kate: I think I kind of enjoy reading. Being in a bookstore is making me excited.

Harrison: Yeah. I get that feeling.

Kate: You must really love books to even have a job related to them.

Harrison: I wouldn't say that I love them, but they've always been a presence in my life.

Harrison: My father was a police officer, and my mother was a teacher. They were always at work, so I spent my childhood reading books on my own.

Harrison: Ah.

(...?)

Harrison: A new book by Arthur Conan Doyle. Wow, he released a new book again.

Harrison picked up a book and looked at it with interest.

Kate: Are you a fan of this author’s works?

Harrison: Yeah. I’m a fan of mystery novels in general, but I didn't like this author right from the start.

Harrison: There was this one line that made him my favourite author.

Kate: What is it…?

Harrison: “When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth”.

Harrison: I can’t really explain it very well… I just think it’s a good line.

Harrison looked brilliant while talking to me about the things he likes.

The darkness that once reflected in Harrison’s eyes seemed to have vanished, and they were now shining brightly like sunlight.

(... Harrison is definitely not lying this time.)

As he spoke, it felt like I was seeing his true feelings. My lips naturally relaxed, but I tried to hide my smile.

I didn't want to spoil the moment, I wanted to listen to him voice his true feelings for as long as possible…

I desperately tried to act calm while sitting next to Harrison.

…

After visiting a few bookstores, the sun was already setting.

(He went to so many bookstores to look for reference material for writing…)

The shadows of Harrison and I carrying bags filled with books, stretched out on the ground.

Walking slightly behind me again today, Harrison’s muttering melted away into the sunset.

Harrison: … I’m glad you came with me today, you know.

I turned and looked back at him, feeling surprised by the unexpected words.

Under the crimson sky, Harrison gazed at me and his lips lifted into a smile.

Harrison: Because I have an extra pair of hands to help me carry bags.

Kate: … I figured. It is my honour to be of service.

Harrison: Don’t sulk. I told you that your smile is not bad, didn't I?

Despite our bickering, I knew deep down that he didn't mean it.

The books in the bag Harrison was carrying were much heavier than mine.

(He can be mean sometimes, not all the time. As usual, I can’t read him at all.)

It felt like I was solving a mystery.

As a fairytale writer, I started desperately trying to solve a mystery called “Harrison”.

…

Harrison: Liam. Are you not going to drink that strawberry milk? Give it to me, then.

Liam: Sure. Woah, you’re adding way too much sugar, Harry. Ugh, Just looking at it is enough to give me heartburn.

Harrison: Mm, delicious.

He was a huge fan of sweet food, and especially strawberry milk.

…

Jude: You’re reading a mystery novel again. Do you never get tired of them?

Harrison: I always end up reading what I like. Next time, lend me the book you’re reading.

Jude: If you pay for it.

Reading was his hobby, he especially enjoyed mystery novels.

…

Victor: And now, I shall show you a magic trick that will shock the entire world.

Liam: Wow— *clapping* Good luck, Victor.

Victor: Believe it or not, from this empty bag, I—

Harrison: You’re going to make it look like a dove, but pull out a piglet instead.

Victor: What was that for!?

Harrison: Who knows?

He was especially great at seeing through the tricks in Victor’s magic tricks.

And then…

…

(William told me to wake Harrison up…)

I knocked repeatedly on his room door, but there was no response.

(Oh, the door is slightly open. … It should fine for me to go inside, I guess.)

I went into his room.

≪ Setting: Harrison’s bedroom ≫

In the clean room, Harrison lay asleep on the pure white sheets on his bed.

(... This is the first time I’m seeing him look so defenceless. He looks much more youthful with his eyes closed.)

(W-What am I staring for? I have to hurry and wake him up—)

Harrison: You’re going to stare a hole into me if you keep that up.

Kate: Were you awake the entire time!?

Harrison: You thought I was asleep, so you stood there staring at me?

Harrison: … “What” were you trying to do by staring so hard at me?

Kate: Nothing in particular!

Harrison: Hmm?

He was also good at making my heart go crazy.

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