#nothing against genderbends

[gay-ppl-real]

Outfit swap!

All the neighbours who usually wear trousers in skirts, and all the neighbours who usually wear skirts in trousers (or, well, dungarees and a jumpsuit...)

I had fun drawing these. Experimented with how I was colouring and shading a little!

Here's the full page and also a bonus dark version cuz I liked how it looked lmao

Eddie would still want to be professional in a skirt so he'd wear a pencil skirt even though they suck to run in because he's got to look the part!

Wally would think a flowy skirt was fun Frank would not.

[liquidstar]

Most disappointing thing ever is seeing fanart you think it's depicting the character as trans+no/pre-op and reading the caption to see it's just a genderbend. SAD!

[zukkaoru]

this is my villain origin story. btw.

[nebulaleaf]

actually wait look at the height difference now that i have a futaba for scale. :(

[yaderyngoch]

I am... so confused.

[kiyomitakada]

i know its a classic. possibly cliche already. but i do wonder about Tumblr In The Death Note Universe probably more than i should

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💅 toxicbff Follow

if i see one more post attributing kira's powers to ~supernatural powers~ instead of the obvious fact that the cia is doing a coup I'm going to start giving You the heart attacks

💅 toxicbff

of course i saw the news how does that not prove my point further

the idea that all the police around the world could be mobilized by one single person is ridiculous (just look at this list of how many civilian militia there are globally)

heart attack victims don't seize the way "lind l tailor" did

i don't know how to tell you that You Can't Kill People Just By Knowing Their Name And Face because this is Real Life and not the newest grimdark marvel villain

people need to stop being scared of the ~bogeyman in the closet~ and wake up to the fact that usamerica is trying to take over the goddamned world

💅 toxicbff

im going to kill you all and nuke this website

#sayonara you weeaboo shits

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👾 lets-go-geeks Follow

DO TRUMP NEXT

🕵🏾‍♀️ penny-penelope Follow

LIKES TO CHARGE REBLOGS TO CAST

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❤️‍🔥 lovesickened Follow

i know its stupid but im so fucking scared for my brother i heard that seven people died this week at the prison he's in and iinjust dont kenow what to do ihate him for ehat he did to mom but i never wanted him to die

#vent tw #delete later

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🏎 fastandyurious Follow

if i get a single more comment about why i don't tag "genderbend" on my kiratective fics i'm going to blow up the entire building. we don't know EITHER of their genders. why don't YOU tag your mediocre yaoi genderbend instead

🔆 sparkling-world Follow

…OP, you realize the news reports all consistently use "he," right?

🏎 fastandyurious

of course i do???? just because you see something on the news doesn't mean you have to believe it?????? they don't have any information on kira yet but i'm supposed to believe the fbi knows their gender already??????? also kira is literally a fucking girl's name my classmate in elementary school was called kira

🔆 sparkling-world

Kira comes from the Japanese romanization for "killer," it isn't gendered whatsoever.

Also, evidence shows the majority of serial killers are male, so I'd argue that the statistics favor the fujoshis here.

🏎 fastandyurious

well evidence shows that female serial killers are just more fun to write about and I'd argue that you're ignoring my fucking POINT which is that we DON'T KNOW KIRA'S GENDER and if people don't want to read lesbian kiratective they can FUCK OFF MY BLOG

🥚 i-offer-eggman Follow

I offer you an Eggman in these trying times.

🔮 I-stands-for-le-gay Follow

@lashitpostcalligrapher yo can i get "the statistics favor the fujoshis" on my tombstone

#fandom: kira rpf #ship: kiral #never heard it called kiratective before… #also uh. prayer circle for op's classmate lmaoooo

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💃🏻 modelingmadness Follow

BOYCOTT EIGHTEEN MAGAZINE

THEY ALLOW KIRA-SUPPORTING MODELS AND ARE COMPLICIT IN THIS MASSACRE

SOURCES HERE AND HERE (TRIGGER WARNING: KIRA DISCUSSION)

PUSH BACK AGAINST HEART ATTACKS

🧚🏽‍♂️ harubaru Follow

golly gee ^_^ suddenly i feel like taking to the high seas in a way that the eighteen company cant get profit from. oh no ! who left this link here

🐦‍⬛ kuro--misa Follow

thanks for the link but jesus fucking christ man what happened to free speech. misa-misa's parents were killed by a burglar who kira punished. did you all expect her to just sit there, look pretty, and say nothing about it?

you people only like models when they're nice pictures for you to consume. you only like them two-dimensional and smiling and hot. the second a woman actually speaks her mind she's thrown to the wolves

💃🏻 modelingmadness

DID YOU NOT SEE MY BANNER YOU PIECE OF SHIT

#BLOCKED

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🐦‍⬛ kuro--misa Follow

lol. lmao even

#they blocked me but whatever #official eighteen site just said misamisa wont be in the next issue #(eighteen sucks but i kind of want to use it more out of spite now) #so much for apologism huh? #god. i feel sick. #hasn't she been through enough.

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Imagine you're going home after a long day. Suddenly there's a sound. "Huh? Whose there" you ask, dropping your keys on the floor. Then you feel it. A knife pressing in your neck.

"Don't move kitten" Kira purrs behind you. "You're all mine now…"

#kiraxreader #kiraxoc #kira #kira rpf #kira investigation #kira fucker #kira fudger #kira lover #kira haters dont touch #kira haters please touch #kira supporters please touch #l

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asahi-the-student-deactivated201

Hello, everyone! My little sister told me about this microblogging platform (I admit, I'm a Twitter refugee) and that many of you are discussing the Kira investigation on here. I'm really interested in hearing what your thoughts are!

💋 sunny-sayu Follow

let the record show he lasted like. a day

#i think it was the imagines that did him in #bro is so sensitive :p

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kiyomitakada

the world could be beautiful

[ @deathnotetober day 14: trigger ]

[coff-in]

can I request an Andrew and Genderbend!Ashley (Ashton? Asher?) x younger sis reader? male!Ashley fanarts are making me act up and I need a double penetration threesome! and maybe some headcanons too? I feel like nothing would change except male!Ashley would probably be hornier than his female counterpart..

Thank you!!

notes from coff-in: i've never had sex, please take this with a grain of salt and enjoy

[fem] reader-insert, [afab] reader-insert, genderbent/male ashley graves, NSFW (vaginal and anal penetration/sex), incest, [reader] is younger than ashley graves by at least 1 year

Asher had you trapped under him as you two locked lips. His kisses weren’t as aggressive as Andrew’s, instead they were passionate. They weren’t necessarily soft though and you found yourself pulling away from your older brother to catch a breath. “Damnit, Asher, you’re going to suffocate me!”

The asshole just laughed at your face, his pink eyes shining with mirth. “Aw, but you always liked it when I had my tongue in you.” He laughed even louder as your face flushed from his teasing. You bent your neck to look at Andrew who was situated next to you, giving him a pleading look to reel in Asher. Andrew, who is also an asshole, just looked at you two with a smirk on his face.

“I’m sure she’d like it better if you kissed her other lips.” Asher’s eyebrows shot up as he looked up at Andrew, then back down to you. 

“You want me to eat you, little sis?” Asher hadn’t had his turn to eat you out yet, as Andrew usually took the first chance to make you cum on his tongue. You were then too sore for him to eat you again, usually. Maybe this time you could have Asher take his turn. You sighed and gave him a small smile, nodding at him. He perked up and got off of your body, tugging your legs apart and baring your glistening pussy to him. He looked down at you with excitement before diving down and licking a long stripe across your folds with his tongue.

“Oh fuck!” You exclaimed as you felt the broad of his tongue brush up against your clit. Asher grinned and brought one hand to spread your folds, revealing your throbbing clit from your puffy lips, and started sucking. The sounds he made were fucking obscene as he slobbered all over your sensitive area. You let out mewls and moans as Andrew watched with gleaming green eyes, silently palming himself through his jeans. Asher was a messy eater but his vigorous pace led to you climaxing way sooner than you thought you would have.  

With an embarrassing squeal, you brought your hand down into Asher’s messy black locks to keep him firmly in place as you rode out your orgasm on his face. The hands he had placed on your hips squeezed your flesh as you did so. Andrew seemed to be pleased at the sight of his little siblings having fun with each other.

You let go of Asher’s head once your orgasm subsided. He came up, heaving and panting. His lips and chin were wet and shiny with your slick and spent. “Oh, man… I can see why Andrew loves going down on you.” He brought his face closer to yours in an instant, “Here, have a taste.” He crashed his lips onto yours and forced his tongue inside your mouth. You both moaned and panted into the kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, sweet and addictive. 

While you and Asher were making out, Andrew has reached over to the bedside drawer and grabbed the bottle of lube kept there. Jostling the bed while he removed his jeans and grey boxers, he situated himself behind you, sandwiching you between him and Asher. “Do you think you could take both of us, [reader]?”

You parted from Asher as he pulled down his shorts and briefs, nodding and letting out a pathetic “yeah”. Andrew chuckled and started to coat his fingers with lube. Asher giggled in front of you, his penis veiny and standing at attention. You couldn’t help but focus on its red leaking head, dripping precum onto the bedsheets.

“You’re such a greedy girl today, sis. Have we not been taking care of you lately?”

“No– you’ve both been, ngh!” You cut yourself off as you felt Andrew’s cold and slippery fingers prod at your asshole, teasing the rim before entering your tight ring. “You’ve both been taking good care of me… I j-just thought that tonight w-we could do something new!” Your voice stuttered as Andrew pumped two fingers into your asshole. You were, however, a little nervous about how this will feel. You’ve never taken them both at the same time and you were a little worried if you would even be able to fit them both inside of you simultaneously. 

As if sensing your hesitation, Asher cupped your cheeks with his hands and kissed your nose. “Hey, hey, hey. Don’t worry. If things get too rough just let us know, okay? You know what to do?” You nodded and tapped his pale thigh three times. He smiled and kissed your lips. “Good girl.”

Andrew brought his hands under your armpits and lifted up into the air to sit you on his lap. You felt this thick cock rubbing between your cheeks. Asher positioned himself in between your legs, the tip of his penis kissing your drooling entrance. Andrew buried his nose into the crook of your neck, “You ready?”

“Yeah.”

With that, he and Ahser pushed into you simultaneously. All three of you let out a cacophony of groans and moans as your heat tried to accommodate them both. Andrew kissed your neck and murmured sweet praises into your skin. Asher looked at you with his pink eyes again. “Are you alright? Do you need a moment?”

You shook your head, “No… no you can move now.” He nodded and slowly started to shallowly thrust into your wet cunt. You and Andrew moaned in unison as you felt Andrew slightly move in you too with each thrust. The sound of wet slapping filled the air as Asher thrust in and out of you. Andrew pushed forward and caught Asher in a kiss, pressing you tightly between your brothers’ chests as Andrew then started to thrust in and out of your ass. You could feel them brushing against each other inside of you, separated by a wall of flesh and muscle. 

The hot session didn’t last too long. You came quickly onto Asher’s cock, your poor cunt overstimulated from your previous orgasm. Once you came, Asher followed suit. The sensations of you squeezing him with your tight walls caused him to fill you up with this hot seed. Andrew lasted longer than you and Asher. His thrust started to get rougher as he got closer to cumming, the grip he had on your hips bruising your skin. He came with a grunt and a loud “Fuck!” as he spilled his warm semen into your ass.

You leaned back onto Andrew’s chest, exhausted. He patted your hair, kissed your cheek, and told you how good you did for them. Asher got up and went into the bathroom, coming back out with a wet towel and proceeded to wipe your legs and pussy, which was spilling his cum onto the bedsheets.

“That was really good. We should do that again!” He said as you three settled down next to each other in the bed. You hummed noncommittedly as you wrapped your arms around him, drifting off to sleep.

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coff-in

[basu-shokikita]

Kloktober 2024 Day 12

Tattoos or piercings

Been wanting to give a try to Ladyklok for a while now and today's prompt was a pretty good excuse for that! And, of course it's Skwistok.

Sketch by @mirrorshards from one of our convos about genderbending Dethklok ❤️

Toki didn’t know about it at first. She only noticed when she kept noticing a glimmer everytime Skwisgaal talked, like a reflection bouncing off a shiny object. It was when Skwisgaal laughed that she saw it.

A perfectly round silver ball sitting right at the center of her tongue. 

“Whats?” She asked, because Toki kept staring at her tongue.

“Oh.” Toki looked away, feeling stupid for being so obvious. “I didn’t knows you…gots that.”

Skwisgaal’s eyes went wide. “De piercingks? Ja, I gots it done the other nights. Pickle helpeds me.”

“Pickle?”

“Ja, she numbs my tongues with ice and then stabs it with a needles. Ams totallies brutal.”

“It ams sounds painful…” Toki was already shivering from the idea. 

“Wells, I was looking into her eyes so I didnts realize until its had happens.” Skwisgaal shrugged. “She ams a total pros, gots me sittingks in de reclining chairs and alls dat.”

When she said it like that, it did sound quite intimate so Toki tried to ignore the pang of jealousy in her chest. “Um, and why you does that?”

Skwisgaal smirked at her, elbowing Toki. “Oh yous, donts acts like a prudes now.” 

“Whats?” Toki was confused.

Realizing Toki wasn’t lying, Skwisgaal blinked. “Waits, you really dont knows?”

“Noes?”

Skwisgaal started laughing so loudly, that if they weren’t in her room, it would’ve attracted the others’ attention. It was nevertheless still embarrassing, however.

“Whats? What ams it?” Toki asked, only to be ignored by her laughing friend. “Skwisgaal!” She shook her.

“Fines, fines!” Skwisgaal pushed her away. “Dey says it feels good when suckingks dicks.”

“...Oh.”

“Ja, de feelings de metals against de sausage…” Skwisgaal said, dragging down her bottom lip with one finger. “It ams like, amazingks or whatevors.”

Toki got so distracted looking at the way Skwisgaal’s finger trailed over her lips that she almost forgot to keep the conversation going. “S-Soes you hasnt trieds it, yets?”

“Noes.” Skwisgaal put her finger down. “It horts like hells for a few days, so I didnts wants any dicks nears me. But it ams fines now, I thinks I can tries tonights.”

“Hmm…” Toki hummed, distracted. “I wonders what ams dats like…”

“Whats whats like?”

“The piercings on their you know whats…” She tried to picture herself as a man, getting head by a woman with a piercing in her tongue. Her head bobbing up and down as she took her length, the piercing sliding against his member, rubbing and-

“Woulds you know?” Skwisgaal asked, interrupting Toki’s fantasy.

“What you means?” Toki was confused.

“What it ams like.” Skwisgaal said, rolling her eyes like it was obvious.

That wasn’t any less confusing. “But I don’ts…”

Skwisgaal silenced her by cupping the side of her face and mashing their lips together. At first, Toki’s eyes widened, completely thrown aback by the sudden contact, but then she realized she didn’t care and closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling of Skwisgaal’s lips pressing against hers.

It’s not like she hadn’t seen Skwisgaal do this before. She liked to offer fanservice because she knew that’s what the fans liked, so she often touched and kissed Nat during concerts because they were the two most popular band members. Toki had also seen her makeout with Pickles when they were both really wasted. And she also liked to fluster Murderface with dirty comments just to piss her off sometimes.

With Toki, though? Nothing, to the point she wondered if Skwisgaal found her ugly or something.

And she was so goddamn glad to be proven wrong.

As she spread her lips open and Skwisgaal slid her tongue in, Toki had to hold back a moan. It’s not like frenching The Skwisgaal Skwigelf was enough, she also had a tongue piercing that was numbing Toki’s senses by the second. 

The cold piece of metal created a contrast with Skwisgaal’s warm tongue, its shape making itself noticeable when everything else was wet flesh against flesh. Skwisgaal moved it in circles, creating an arousing pattern for Toki whose imagination was already flying way too high. Just when he was about to grab Skwisgaal’s waist, the latter pulled back, wiping her mouth. 

“Dat ams de gist of it, pretties much.” She said so casually, like she had shown her a new guitar riff or something.

It took more than several seconds for Toki to recover, already missing having Skwisgaal against her. “I don’t thinks I gets it.” She said, though her squeaky voice indicated otherwise.

“Whats?” Skwisgaal raised her eyebrow, like Toki had said something insane.

Toki cleared her throat. “It ams too fast soes I didn’t gets time to…understands…” Her voice trailed of as Skwisgaal’s judgemental eyes laid on her. Shit, had that been too obvious? 

“You says it was just okejs?” Skwisgaal asked, in a grave tone.

“Kinds of…” Toki averted her gaze, fearing that if they locked eyes then her true intentions would be found out.

Skwisgaal snorted. “Dat ams too bads.” She said and Toki tried not to show disappointment. 

Before too long, however, Skwisgaal grabbed her face and kissed her again.

This time it was more intense, more passionate, as if the lead guitarist was trying to seduce her, unaware that said event had already taken place a long time ago. Skwisgaal pushed Toki to her bed, straddling her right after before resuming the ferocious makeout. This time, Toki allowed herself to moan, to kiss her as deeply as she could, to touch her under the pretense that it was all part of the context. 

When Skwisgaal started sucking Toki’s tongue, her half-lidded eyes on Toki as she went up and down, Toki thought it would be the end for her. How was she supposed to keep her facade up like this? How was she supposed to pretend she wasn’t already crushing on her? How was she-

“What ams you doingks?” Skwisgaal asked, when Toki tried to undo her bra. 

Her brain went blank. “I…”

Skwisgaal sat up, chuckling. “I guess it was enof dis times.” She said, cracking up when Toki stammered in response. 

“I guess it amsn’t bads…” Toki sat up as well, feeling like gravity had made her crash too hard at once. 

“Maybes a goods equivalents would be suckingks you clits, heugh?” Skwisgaal said. Suddenly, she the smile dropped off her face and she leaned closer to Toki.

The proximity was disorientating yet the proposal was even worse and Toki froze, gazing at Skwisgaal’s lips.

But then Skwisgaal was laughing again. “Ams kiddings! Gods!” She glanced at Toki, still cackling. “Yous not a lesbos, rights?”

“W-Whats?” Toki turned red. “Of course nots!”

“Goods.” Skwisgaal chuckled, shaking her head.

As she watched Skwisgaal straighten up her clothes, Toki couldn’t tell if she had gotten lucky or cursed. 

Because she somehow wanted her stupid bandmate even more than before. 

[graceful-starker]

Sex Toys

Summary: Toni introduces her girlfriend Penny to one of her toy boxes.

Warnings: Genderbend, exploring with sex toys.

WC/Rating: 4092/E

Notes: I thought this prompt (Day 31- Sex Toys) would fit perfectly with my gender bend square on my bingo! Also @the-mad-starker this one is for you boo <3 This turned out so much longer than I planned ;-;

~

Penny has enjoyed their sex life so far, more than that even. She thinks it’s perfect; she’s never before been with someone who was so sexually compatible. Every single time they have sex, which is a lot, she leaves feeling like that was the best sex of her life. She can hardly remember what an orgasm without Toni’s influence feels like, but she knows it’s boring in comparison. 

Toni, however, will not settle for best. She wants to ruin Penny, ruin her for anyone else, ruin her for anything that isn’t given by Toni. And so far, she’s succeeding. 

Penny can’t even get herself off anymore, not by herself. Which she doesn’t really mind, because there aren’t a whole lot of opportunities for her to be horny without Toni being able to fix it for her. 

All of this to say, Penny nearly faints when Toni opens the box, which is well used yet new to Penny and Toni’s relationship. 

“That’s…the first box?” Penny squeaks, leaning away from the box as if the contents will reach out and bite her.

Toni smirks, that familiar sparkle of mischief in her eyes. “Oh, kid,” Toni says, leaning in and kissing her shoulder. “This is the ‘ease Penny into it’ box. I have a whole playroom filled with boxes and other toys.”

Penny swallows thickly, leaning back into Toni’s chest. It’s terrifying, the idea of Toni having not only more toys than this, but more intense toys that Toni deemed too scary to start Penny off with. A whole room dedicated to sex; Penny should have known honestly. “W-what’s wrong with what we do now?” Penny asks, voice shaking. 

It’s not that Penny is a stranger to toys; she has her own favorite vibrator at home, and even a dildo in her dresser. Not to mention, Toni has already used a few different vibrators and dildos on her, and she even introduced Penny to the strap on. (Maybe Toni has more strap ons, Penny is suddenly very sure that Toni would not limit herself to just one harness). But this box, and the idea of more boxes; it’s a lot to take in all at once. 

“Nothing,” Toni murmurs, directly into Penny’s ear just to feel the younger shiver against her. She gives Penny’s ear a gentle kiss, before licking along the shell. Penny’s breath leaves her in a gasp, and Toni smirks. “Just limited. There’s a whole world of ways to play you haven’t tried yet. Don’t you want to explore it?” Her voice lilts teasingly at the end, and Penny is helpless against her beautiful, sexy, perfect lover. 

Penny reaches out with a shaky hand, fingers wrapping around the absurdly large dildo in her hands. Or, she assumes it’s a dildo; it isn’t human. She’s had sex with a man before, and she’s seen porn; this is absolutely not a human penis. “What even is this?” she asks, voice weak and shaky.

She feels more than hears Toni laugh against her neck, and watches as Toni’s thicker fingers join her own on the toy. “It’s called a dragon dildo. They have all sorts of shapes and sizes, you know. Even animal ones.”

Penny startles, almost dropping the toy if it wasn’t for Toni’s grip on it too. “What?!” She hisses, scandalized. Her cheeks are red, and she just knows Toni is loving every second of this. She’s said in the past that she adores when Penny blushes, and she proves it again by sighing and rubbing her lips softly against Penny’s burning cheeks. “Why?”

“Why not?” Tony whispers, moving the dildo onto the dresser and digging through the box some more. “What do you think of this one?”

“Why is there a bunny on it?” Penny asks, running her fingers over it. She blushes harder as Toni switches it on and it starts to vibrate. “Oh, fuck,” Penny whispers, realizing where the bunny goes now. “Fuck, this one-this part goes inside? It’s so big!”

Tony snickers, turning it off and pushing it aside too. She kisses behind Penny’s ear and rummages through the box again. “That one is called the greedy girl,” she says, almost like it’s an afterthought. “It would be big. Oh, you’ll love this one,” Toni says, pulling out what at first looks like a unicorn toy.

Penny quirks a brow, taking it from Toni and looking it over. “A unicorn?” she asks, confused. Toni lets her turn it around, and Penny gasps loudly as she looks at the mouth. “It has a tongue!” she yells, and Toni giggles behind her. Toni takes it again and pushes the toy’s mouth against Penny’s still clothed crotch, directly over where her clit is hidden. “O-oh,” Penny whispers, realizing what the tongue will do.

Toni hums happily, throwing that one to the side and pulling out what are surely two medieval torture devices. “These go on your nipples and vibrate,” Toni hums, holding them both in one hand in order to use the other to pinch at Penny’s left nipple gently. 

It still makes Penny gasp and jump slightly, and she rubs her legs together without realizing it. “Toni,” Penny whines, leaning back more heavily into Toni’s front. Those arms Penny loves so much abandon the toys to wrap around Penny’s body, holding her close and kissing up and down her neck. 

“We can try as much or as little as you want. And we can take our time exploring, no need to dive in head first,” Toni reminds her, squeezing Penny tighter to her. 

Penny is, despite her hesitation, absolutely throbbing between her legs. Her panties have to be soaked by now, and it would be embarrassing if it wasn’t exactly what Toni wanted. “You can use a few of them on me,” Penny agrees softly, despite the shakiness still remaining in her voice. “I think-I think it might be easier if you surprise me with them,” she thinks out loud. “In-instead of telling me. I think the…the expectation is causing the…”

Toni isn’t playing fair. One hand has slipped under Penny’s shirt, and is rubbing small circles around her nipple. On top of this, her teeth are starting to gently scrape over her neck, and Penny honestly didn’t stand a chance. 

“Fuck, Toni, please. Please, I want you so bad right now,” Penny whines, rubbing her legs together on purpose now.

Toni hums, grabbing a handful of Penny’s breast before squeezing it more roughly than she normally would. It causes Penny to whine and press more firmly against Toni’s front, and Toni’s lips twist into a smirk. “Strip for me then, beautiful.” 

Penny almost falls when Toni backs away, but catches herself before she does. She gives herself a second to breathe, before she turns to eye Toni wearily. When her girlfriend only widens her smile and quirks a brow in demand, Penny licks her lips and starts to strip. 

Sometimes she likes giving Toni a show, likes to watch those deep brown irises slowly get swallowed by dilating pupils; but she doesn’t have the patience nor the confidence right now. Instead, she twists her shirt off and throws it onto the dresser before dropping her jeans. She’s out of them in record time, a feat she’s very proud of considering how tight the jeans are that Toni keeps buying her. 

She hesitates when she’s down to her bra and panties, watching as Toni starts to look through her box and make decisions. Penny is grateful for the moment to collect herself, and takes a few steadying deep breaths before unclipping her bra and tossing it to join the rest of her clothes. Her panties follow before she can change her mind, and she scoots herself back on the bed so she’s resting against the pillows against the headboard. It’s easier to start sitting up and move to laying down when Toni is above her. 

Toni hums when she has her selections, putting everything else away and carrying the chosen toys to the bed behind her back. “Close your eyes,” Toni purrs, and Penny is helpless but to obey. She hears the toys be deposited next to her, hears Toni quickly shed her own clothes, and feels as the bed dips with Toni’s weight. 

Soon Penny feels Toni sitting in her lap, her hands automatically resting on her girlfriend’s hips to keep her there.

Toni chuckles softly, and the dark tone makes Penny shiver, “Good girl,” Toni purrs, and accidentally unlocks a new kink in Penny. Penny feels her jaw drop and hears herself suck in a sharp breath. “Oh,” Toni says, delight evident in her tone. “You like being good for me, baby?” Toni asks, her hands rubbing up and down Penny’s arms teasingly. 

Penny whimpers softly, biting her lower lip and furrowing her brows. Toni is always doing this to her, is always making her feel both adored and mocked in the same breath. It’s as if everything Penny does delights Toni to no end, like the older woman is constantly as surprised by Penny’s actions as Penny is by Toni’s. 

Toni hums at the lack of answer, wrapping her fingers gently around Penny’s wrists and pulls them up to her mouth to give each a gentle kiss. Then she moves Penny’s arms above her head, crossing one wrist over the other. “Scoot down the bed for me, but keep these here. And keep your eyes closed. 

Penny takes a deep breath and obeys, feeling Toni lift her weight up but not move away. She scoots down until she’s flat against the bed, her wrists crossed above her head. “Like this?” she has to confirm, wanting to behave.

“Perfect,” Toni praises, and rests her weight back down so her ass rests on Penny’s stomach. It’s here that Penny realizes she’s still in panties, and a shiver runs through her again at the realization that she’s naked and Toni isn’t. “Now, be my good girl and stay still. And keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open.”

Penny sucks in a breath through her teeth, clenching her fists but refusing to move them. Fuck, how did it take so long to realize she has a praise kink? 

The next thing she knows, Toni’s lips are on hers, and she tries to raise into the kiss. Penny is convinced Toni has magic kisses; everything else disappears when those thick, soft lips rub over her own. The way Toni sucks Penny’s lower lip in between her teeth, teasingly biting just enough to make the feeling apparent but not hurt, makes all of Penny’s anxiety dissipate. She never feels more wanted and adored than when Toni’s tongue worships her own, when it curls gently behind her teeth and lathes over the roof of her mouth. 

What could have been minutes or days later, Toni pulls away and hums in satisfaction. “God, if you could only see the way you look right after I kiss you,” Toni sighs lovingly, fingers gently rubbing over Penny’s cheek. “I want to make you feel so good that you forget everything except my name,” Toni says, as if that isn’t the hottest thing Penny has ever heard. 

“Please,” Penny responds, starting to wiggle under Toni’s weight. “I want you!”

Toni scoots down Peter’s stomach until her clothed crotch rubs over Penny’s exposed clit. It causes a hiss to escape Penny’s mouth, and her fingers twitch with the urge to touch her girlfriend. “You always respond so beautifully when I touch you,” Toni says, rubbing her hands up Penny’s stomach until she can grope Penny’s tits in both hands. 

Penny whines at the grip, trying to rub her clit into Toni’s ass. “C’mon!” she complains.

Toni chuckles again, before leaning down and sucking one nipple into her mouth while massaging the breast tissue. Her other hand moves to pinch and roll Penny’s nipple between her fingers, getting it hard and erect.

Penny gasps and whines, throwing her head back into the pillows. It’s difficult to fight the urge to watch, to fight the urge to touch Toni. She wants to tangle her fingers in Tony’s pretty hair, pull her closer to her chest and force more of herself into Toni’s mouth. 

Toni is relentless though; she rolls Penny’s nipple between her teeth, biting just on the edge of pain, before soothing it over with the flat of her tongue. Then she switches, tugging and rolling at the abused nub with her other hand and taking the other nipple between her lips.

“Fuck!” Penny gasps, squirming in a way that tests Toni’s balance. “Fuck, please, it-it hurts but it feels good at the same time!” 

Toni pulls back enough to laugh breathily, causing Penny’s nipple to pebble at the wash of air. “You haven’t felt anything, yet,” she teases darkly. She pulls away from Penny’s chest, ignoring the complaining whine from her girlfriend, and reaches for the toys. “Tell me if you don’t like this,” Toni demands, waiting for Penny to nod.

“I promise!” Penny says, eyebrows furrowed. “Please, get on with it!”

Toni finally takes mercy on her; or, maybe mercy is the wrong word, since it’s even more tortuous than Toni’s mouth. Something cold and rubber pinches at the erect nubs Toni worked hard to get ready. The feeling is both really fucking good and really fucking weird. Penny has never felt something like this before; just on the edge of being painful but so, so stimulating that Penny doesn’t even care. 

“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, biting her lip to keep more moans and whines from escaping. 

Toni makes a happy noise, thumbs gently rubbing over the clamped nipples. “So fucking pretty,” Toni whispers, almost to herself, and sits back on Penny’s thighs to better enjoy the view. “I love your tits,” Toni sighs wistfully, and it almost makes Penny laugh; if she wasn’t too wound up already, she might have. 

“Can I look yet?” Penny asks, because she wants to see the adoration on Toni’s face.

“No,” Toni says, a teasing note to the single syllable. “I’m not anywhere close to done with you.” She scoots further down, and spreads Penny’s thighs so she can fit between them. 

Penny feels a blush paint her cheeks red, knowing her dripping pussy is exposed to Toni’s hungry gaze now. Toni pushes her legs even further apart, almost uncomfortably so, and squeezes Penny’s thighs. “I love every part of you,” Toni corrects her earlier statement, leaning in to nip at the sensitive skin of Penny’s inner thighs. Penny’s leg jumps under her touch, and Toni grins. “I would devour you if I could.”

Penny whines, clenching around nothing and pulling her legs as far apart as she can without them burning–being Spider-Woman has a lot of benefits, including flexibility. “Please, Toni, please touch me!”

Toni laughs meanly, squeezing at Penny’s thighs hard enough to leave bruises. “I am touching you, sweetheart.”

Penny sticks her tongue out at her lover, and gasps as Toni pinches her. “You know that’s not what I mean!” she whines.

Toni hums in agreement, before running her fingers teasingly up and down Penny’s thighs. “A or B?” she asks.

The question confuses Penny enough that she almost blinks her eyes open. “What’s A and what’s B?”

“Not telling,” Toni says, leaning down and licking at one of Penny’s trapped nipples. “A or B?”

Penny whines, fighting the urge to rub her legs together. “B?”

Toni grins against Penny’s breast, kissing the flesh once more before pulling away. “Stay still, and keep those pretty legs spread for me.”

Peter blushes heavily, biting her lip to keep from doing something stupid like beg. 

Toni puts something back in the box, and then her left hand is back on Penny’s right thigh. It rubs soothingly up and down, distracting Penny from what’s to come. “Good girl, stay just like that. So pretty, so gorgeous for me.” She uses her right thumb to rub into Penny’s slit, feeling the slickness there with a shiver of her own desire.

Penny gasps, biting harder on her lip and fighting the urge to moan. Fuck, she’s so fucking wet and Toni has barely touched her. She wants so many things at once; she wants Toni’s thick fingers deep inside of her, she wants Toni’s tongue on her clit or fucking deep into her, she wants Toni’s strap-on, wants that silicone cock fucking her better than anyone else ever has. Anything, anything from her girlfriend.

Toni answers her silent plea, but not in a way Penny expected. “You’re so wet for me already, I can feel how much you want me,” she practically growls, before the thumb slides up to rest just above Penny’s clit. Something cold and rubber rubs along her slit instead, gathering up her slick and using it as lubrication. 

“Fuck,” Penny gasps, before biting her lip again. Toni squeezes her thigh again, and Penny throws her head back. She’s so wound up, she feels like if Toni breathed on her clit she would come. “Fuck, please, what is that?”

Toni growls softly, twisting the toy so that it’s fully covered in Penny’s desperation before slowly sliding it inside. 

Penny winces at first, but then she slowly starts to gasp and groan the further it slides into her. She doesn’t remember any of the toys looking this big, but it slowly starts to spread her open wider and wider. The toy is slender at the top, and she thought she could handle that. But it’s getting wider and wider, and Penny whines loudly as the base finally presses against her and she can feel Toni’s fingers against her lips. “Oh my fucking god,” Penny gasps out.

Toni kisses Penny’s hip, twisting the toy inside of Penny. “Do you like the way it feels?” Toni asks, teeth scraping the skin under her mouth.

Penny nods frantically, almost reaching down to touch herself before she catches herself. Her wrists slam back into the pillows above her head, and she clenches her eyes shut tightly. “Fuck, it’s so big!”

Toni worries a hickey into her skin, and waits a few seconds before pulling it out and gently pushing it back in slowly. She uses her other hand to reach up and splay over Penny’s stomach. “You’re taking it so good, baby. Being such a good girl for me. You’re taking everything I give you, aren’t you? Just to make me happy, right? So good for me, listening to all of my directions. Keeping your hands up there, keeping your eyes shut tight. You’re such a beautiful, good girl for me.”

Penny whines at the praise, clenching around the toy. Her legs are shaking with the effort of keeping still, the muscles jumping under the skin. A thin layer of sweat has started to build on her skin, and Toni licks away a bit from her thigh. “Please, Toni, I want to see now. Please?”

Toni hums in thought, before twisting the toy again. Now Penny can feel a small nub on the base, which rubs into her clit when Toni pushes it as deep as possible. “Open those pretty eyes for me, then,” Toni whispers into Penny’s thigh.

Penny does, blinking away the light before her eyes snap down to her girlfriend. She almost comes on the spot. Toni is so fucking beautiful right now, with her lips skating over Penny’s skin and eyes alight with lust. The toy is an offending neon shade of pink, but Penny doesn’t care; not when it rubs into her clit and against her spot at the same time. 

Further up her body, Penny finds the nipple clamps snug against her chest. They look so pretty there, and Penny has to admire the way her tits look when they’re decorated like this. She used to be self-conscious of the way they looked, how small they were compared to everyone else her age. 

Toni has done a fantastic job of literally fucking the insecurity out of her.

“Fuck, Toni, I’m so close,” she whines, flicking her eyes back to Toni’s. Toni grins feral back at her, moving the toy out just enough that it’s no longer against Penny’s clit and causing the younger to cry out in complaint. 

“Yeah?” Toni asks, her thumb moving along the bottom of the toy. “Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” She flips some switch and the toy starts to vibrate. 

Penny’s eyes roll into the back of her head as Toni fucks the toy into her again, and the vibrations are directly on her clit and against her spot. Her chest starts to heave, and it pulls at the clamps, but it only makes it better. She’s never felt so much at once in her whole life, and her whole body is on fire with the blazing lust it all causes. “Toni!” She cries out, and whines when Toni pulls the toy almost all the way out.

Toni hums and sucks another mark on the inside of Penny’s thigh. “Do it, my love. Come for me.” As she says this, she shoves the toy hard and fast as deep as it will go, causing the vibrations to be exactly where Penny wants. Her mouth latches onto Penny’s thigh, sucking another bruise, and her free hand goes up to gently yank on the chain connecting the clamps.

Penny doesn’t remember what happens after that; the pleasure over takes her, the fire spreading all over her body and imploding from her core out. Her pussy clenches rapidly around the truly giant toy, and her breath stops in her chest. Her vision whites out, and she’s pretty sure she hears herself rip the pillows under her grip. 

When she comes back to herself, her pussy is still randomly clenching around the toy despite it being turned off and dragged half out of her. There’s an undeniable wet spot under her ass, and Penny would be embarrassed that she squirted if Toni wasn’t looking up at her with an awed expression and eyes completely black with lust. 

“Fuck,” Toni whispers, pulling teh toy out and throwing it on the other side of the bed. She gently pulls the clamps off, discarding those as well, before devouring Penny’s mouth in a starving kiss. 

Penny whines into it, wrapping her legs around Toni’s hips and her arms around her shoulders. She gasps for air as Toni pulls away to bite and lick at her neck. “Fuck, Toni, please! Please, let me touch you.”

Toni pulls back, chest heaving. Penny’s eyes are drawn to the beautiful way her tits sway with the motion, still covered by her red bra; which Penny is only just now seeing as she had been forcing herself to keep her eyes closed the whole time. Her eyes snap back up to Toni’s face when she starts talking. “Touch me,” she commands.

Penny grins and moves her hands down to grope at Toni’s chest through the bra, eyes glazing over as her thumbs rub the nipples through the fabric. She allows herself to keep playing with one handful, while the other sneaks down Toni’s body and slips under the waistline over her matching panties. “Come here,” she whispers the request, and Toni moves up Penny’s body.

Penny sighs happily, moving her hand away from Toni’s bra to grope at her ass instead, making Toni groan in appreciation. Penny moves two fingers easily in and out of Toni’s pussy, elated by how wet she is just from watching Penny. She uses the heel of her hand to rub into Toni’s clit as she does, leaning up to capture Toni’s lips again.

It takes a surprisingly short amount of time to make Toni fall apart, and her chest falls to Penny’s as the orgasm overtakes her. Penny moans at the sight, keeping her fingers scissoring Toni apart and her hand rubbing Toni’s clit through the after-shocks. 

Toni finally lets her hips fall, and Penny gently removes her hand from Toni’s panties to grope at her ass with both hands. She waits for Toni to look up before moving her fingers to her mouth and sucking Toni’s wetness off of them.

“Fuck,” Toni hisses, pushing Penny’s fingers away and reclaiming her lips. 

Penny hums happily when they pull apart, loving the weight of Toni pressing her into the bed. “That was very, very good,” Penny whispers, making Toni grin happily. 

“Just wait until you see my other boxes,” she teases, and Penny bites her lip. It’s going to be a long night, she’s decided.

~

[anime-fan-05]

Hey 🤗

Before making the request, I wanted to tell you I really like how and what you write ❤️

I saw the scenario of the first kiss you did for Naruto characters, could you also do it for Lelouch, Suzaku, male Kallen and male Cornelia (I'm obsessed with them in the male version; if you don't mess with characters' genderbends, you can not do them), please?

Thank you very much 😘

Code Geass ~First kiss~

Manga/anime: Code Geass

Warnings: nothing

(Y/N): your name

Kal: male Kallen

Cornelius: male Cornelia

Thank you very much for the compliment! Yes, I can make stories with male versions of female characters, but I'd rather not do the opposite.

"Z-Zero?" A meek voice rings out in the temporary headquarters of the Black Knights.

Lelouch blinks from behind his mask and looks away from some documents to look at the voice that had called him. (Y/N) was there, playing with her hair and with her pink-tinged cheeks, avoiding eye contact with her leader. The boy lets out a small sigh behind his mask, annoyed at being disturbed.

"What happens?" (Y/N) flinches at his words and shifts uncomfortably, the pink turning red on her cheeks.

"W-well, Tamaki told me you wanted to talk to me about the plan..." Lelouch's purple eyes narrow: he had never told Tamaki to call her. Damn Tamaki, he did it to embarrass me, the boy thinks.

The leader is both frustrated by the interruption of his work and annoyed by Tamaki's prank, but he suppresses the urge to get angry to avoid scaring the already intimidated girl in front of him. Actually, not because he doesn't want to scare the girl, but because he doesn't want to scare (Y/N): ever since Lelouch met (Y/N) at school a few months before obtaining the Geass, he's always felt a very strong attraction towards her; then, that attraction turned into love.

Furthermore, when she showed up in front of Zero, saying she wanted to join the Black Knights, his first instinct was to forbid her from participating in the missions due to the fear she would get hurt. However, the boy was then dissuaded from carrying out that behavior by C.C. to avoid anyone noticing his preference for the girl.

So, Lelouch quickly thinks about how to extricate himself from the complicated situation he's in: "(Y/N), I-"

He can't even finish the sentence he was about to say, because a loud sound screeches in their ears, echoing in the room occupied by Zero and (Y/N). The girl is stunned and closes her eyes, preparing for the worst, when they feel the ground shake and pieces of the ceiling begin to collapse. When she doesn't feel any pain, she opens her eyes.

"Z-Zero? A-are you okay? A-are you hurt?" One of Lelouch's arms is against the wall next to (Y/N); the other arm holds her close, caging her body with his and acting as a shield.

"I'm fine." The boy pulls away from the girl, loosening his grip.

After standing a little distance from her, Zero calmly presses a button on the side of his mask with one hand, shocking and astounding (Y/N) when she hears the whirring of gears, causing the back of the mask to retract.

"Z-Zero, what are you-"

"Answer me, (Y/N) -he interrupts her- are a few months enough to fall in love?"

"I-I think anything is possible in love. Why did you ask me this?"

(Y/N) swallows, watching the boy adjust his mask so his mouth is visible.

"Because I'm madly in love with you." The girl doesn't even have time to realize what he said, before Lelouch grabs her face and brings it close to his, and presses his lips to hers.

"Suzaku, I'm scared" (Y/N) whispers.

While she and her brother Schneizel were in a meeting, an attack by the Black Knights was reported, so Suzaku, (Y/N)'s Knight, grabbed her hand and started running to carry her to safety.

After they moved away from the attacked area, the princess felt the pressure collapse on her; she burst into tears, both because of the fear for her life and because of the concern everyone had managed to escape to safety.

The girl feels strong arms around her and then herself being carried against a warm body. Her eyes open: she sees her Knight embracing her.

"I'll protect you, princess." Suzaku says softly in (Y/N)'s ear, holding her tighter to him.

"S-Suzaku..." The princess murmurs in surprise, looking at him shyly and sweetly, heat flooding her cheeks.

Suddenly, loud battle noises ring out and the sounds of explosions, which cause the ground to shake, almost causing the princess to fall, are heard. Suzaku's eyes widen a little, and he immediately turns, almost as if to go back.

"Where are you going?" She cries.

"I must go back to fight with 'Lancelot'. Please, princess, stay here, so you'll be far enough from the combat zone."

"But Suzaku, you have to follow me -she whispers- I'm scared."

"Princess -the boy approaches the girl, with his eyes full of pain- I have to fight again to protect you." (Y/N) knows Suzaku must respect his duties as a Knight.

"But... You can't protect me if you're there." The girl says, trying to convince the boy to stay with her, since she doesn't want him to go because she fears he might die.

"I have to go -Suzaku replies with regret- those from the R&D Division have already called me before: they need 'Lancelot'."

"Wait!" (Y/N) screams as her Knight turns and takes a few steps towards the headquarters Zero attacked, running to hug him from behind and starting to sob.

"Please, please, don't go! I already lost Euphy, don't leave me too!" The princess can't breathe because of the tears and sobs, and she's crying so much she can hardly stand up straight: she's in the middle of hysterics.

So, Suzaku immediately hugs (Y/N), first hesitantly, fearing her panic attack might get worse, then more tightly, after seeing she showed no sign of resistance and, indeed, she seemed to calm down the closer he was to her.

"I'll never leave: I'll always stay next to you and protect you."

Minutes pass, and (Y/N) slowly calms down, cradled in her Knight's arms and soothed by his sweet, relaxing words.

"Hold out your hand." Suzaku says, placing a watch on his princess' outstretched hand, and he continues: "This watch is very important to me: it's the last gift my father gave me. Keep it safe for me -he gently closes her hand- and, when we meet again, you can return it to me. I swear I'll come back to you."

After saying that, the boy starts to turn around, but the girl calls his name, so he turns back again to look at her.

"Princess?"

"I love you, Suzaku! Please, come back." After saying those words, which shocked him, (Y/N) looks at her Knight softly, and she gently presses her lips to his.

Britannian Military Prison in Japan, evening.

After another day of torture, (Y/N) is in her cell, hurt, sore and crying in pain.

Unfortunately, the Britannian Military had discovered the girl was one of the Black Knights' girlfriend, so it had captured her and has continued to torture her to have information about them. However, it was wrong: (Y/N) didn't even know her boyfriend Kal was one of the Black Knights.

While the girl was reflecting on her boyfriend, a very loud noise is heard and the ground begins to shake, and her cell's door is thrown open. That scares her a lot, so she tries to hide herself in the most remote corner of her cell. Nevertheless, it isn't a soldier who enters, but a tall man, dressed in black and with a mask on his face: he's one of the Black Knights.

"(Y/N)!" The girl recognizes the man by his voice.

"Ohgi? It's you?"

(Y/N) already knows Ohgi: he had come to Kal's house several times while they were together; her boyfriend said he was a friend of his brother and, after his death, he continued to come to visit him. The girl never would have thought that kind man was one of the Black Knights.

"Yes, it's me. (Y/N), are you ok? Kal was so anxious about you... Come, he's waiting for you outside." Ohgi holds out his hand towards her, but (Y/N) pulls away.

"I don't want!"

"Why?"

"I don't want to see Kal: he lied to me the whole time! I don't want to go back to him! Please come back. I don't want you to get hurt because of me."

The man looks at the girl for a few seconds, torn between whether to leave or try to convince her to follow him. However, before Ohgi can make a decision, sounds of footsteps are heard, and then a head pops out of the door: Kal.

"(Y/N)!" Kal rushes to embrace (Y/N), wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his face in the crook of her neck. Nevertheless, she doesn't feel good in his embrace like all the other times: his lie has hurt her too deeply. In fact, she violently and quickly breaks away from the embrace.

"Stay away from me!" The poor girl screams, quickly pulling away and falling to the ground from the force she broke away with.

"Darling?" The boy tries to move closer to his girlfriend, but she pulls away again, trembling and almost crying from the pressure and worry.

"What happens? Are you ok? What have they done?"

"The soldiers hurt me, but you hurt me more: why did you lie to me? You were taking advantage of me, weren't you? I'm a Britannian, were you pretending to love me just to get information about the Britannians?"

"No!" Kal exclaims.

"I swear to you: I've never taken advantage of you. When I fell in love with you, I wasn't one of the Black Knights yet; after I became one, I didn't want to tell you anything because I didn't want to worry you or put you in danger." He continues more calmly, gently helping the girl to get up.

"You don't necessarily have to continue to be my girlfriend, but at least let me continue to protect you, please. I don't want anything to happen to you again." After saying that, Kal hugs (Y/N) again, taking care not to hurt her, and he brings his face closer to hers, until they touch their foreheads.

"Will you let me protect you?" After she gives her nod, the Black Knight captures his girlfriend's lips with his in a tender kiss, while continuing to hold her tightly, as if protecting her from all harm.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

"Sorry." (Y/N) repeats, as she finishes treating Cornelius' many wounds.

"I already told you not to be." The prince replies.

They both remain silent for a few minutes. (Y/N) is embarrassed to be so close to the person she loves, Cornelius is trying to repress the groans of pain caused by his wounds.

"Are you angry?" The woman breaks the silence, worried her superior was angry with her. In fact, (Y/N) was a new Knightmare Frames pilot, but, during her first mission, an attack against the Japan Liberation Front, a disaster happened: the group led by Prince Cornelius, in which she had been placed, was the victim of a surprise assault, and (Y/N) would have died if it weren't for her commander, who threw himself into the path of a spear to save her, but injuring himself.

"Not with you." The prince answers.

"Why not with me?"

"Why should I be angry with you?"

"I was careless. I almost got myself killed. Because of me you got hurt!" The soldier screams with a broken voice, surprising Cornelius with her outburst.

The man, recovered from the shock of the woman's outburst, smiles almost sweetly, and he gently caresses her head.

"Don't worry. I don't care you cause me trouble or I hurt myself to save your life."

(Y/N) wonders if what Cornelius told her was some kind of confession, while blushing profusely. Nevertheless, despite wanting to ask him the meaning of those words, she can't say anything other than an apology.

"Stop apologizing or I'll get angry."

"Excu-" (Y/N) stops before finishing the sentence.

"I can't help saying that!" Due to her phrase, the prince bursts out laughing, making the soldier blush again.

"I've done it!" The woman exclaimes happily and, after seeing the man's confused look, she continues, but with a bit of shyness: "Since you're always so serious and, forgive me if I say it, even a little sad, I set myself the goal of making you laugh at least once."

After a few seconds of silence, Cornelius murmurs: "You're wonderful, (Y/N), you know?"

"Really? Are you serious?"

Without even realizing it, the soldier steps closer to her superior, taking his right hand in hers.

"I really mean it." The prince whispers, tucking a strand of her hair, which had escaped from her bun, behind her ears with the hand that wasn't held by hers.

"I think this is why I fell in love with you." Without giving (Y/N) time to realize his words, Cornelius bows his head and presses his lips softly and delicately to hers.

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[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hi! Can I request some Genderbend Sleeping Beauty x Isekai Reader? (Please no princess reader I've seem them everywhere on qoutev)

Yandere Genderbend Sleeping Beauty x Iseakai'd Reader

Tending to a human man the moment you’d been dropped into this alternate world was not the ideal position. Originally being instated in the castle as a charity-case servant you hadn’t made any connection to the fairy tale. Not until the head butler brought you to a familiar trio of faeries; dressed in blue, green, and red. 

“My my their magical signature is quite–”

“Bizarre?”

“Unique?”

“--I was going to say, perfect for the worst-case scenario.”

Supposedly because of your outlier existence, the faeries had designated you to be their human help. Should the prince–Briar Rue fall into the curse of the spindling wheel he’d need constant care. It was a contingency plan, a tragic plan to set everyone in the kingdom to rest until the princess would return to save him with her kiss. Unlike the kingdom, the prince’s curse was cruel: continuing to let his bodily functions continue as he slept away. 

“It’s just in case.” 

“Yes, not likely at all.”

“--All because it just doesn’t work on you.”

“Mariwether!” “Mariwether!”

“Sorry, forget that I said that please!” 

That was why in the span of a week you were meeting and serving the cursed prince that had spent the entirety of his life in a forest. A position that would have many of the staff sneering at you as waited on the prince’s hand and foot.

“All of this is so overwhelming (Y/n)...I don’t want to marry a girl I haven’t met. Even when I’m so madly in love with another.”

The prince was doing an iconic Disney Princess mope, leaning against the barred windows of his room in the castle. You continued to fold away his forest attire, smiling to yourself as you replayed the animated version of the fairytale. 

“Well I have a feeling you’ll meet her sooner than you may think.”

He turned his sorrowful gaze to you, tilting his head at your ominous smile. He questioned you no further, opting to conversate with you about the ‘modern’ nuances of popular society. Which you were just as uninformed about as him. Needless to say, the both of you were on something of a learning curve, relying on the staff and fairies to fill the both of you in. 

Two days. 

Two days ago he was learning alongside you how to waltz. The day you were dismissed it was in an explosion of emotion. A reaction of his overwhelmed self in this stressful environment; had you sent away and retiring early. Living in such a hierarchy was new to you and your knowledge of the future meant nothing at the intensity of his order. That being said you didn’t blame yourself when the fairies arrived at you, heads hanging low with tears in their eyes. 

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As agreed upon you had begun your caretaking duties of the prince. Waking every morning to wash, dress, change his magic feeding trey, and placing the medieval equivalent of a diaper as the day forged on. Whether you are familiar with the task of caring for someone so intensely it soon becomes a habit for you. Becoming a part of a mundane routine for yourself. Care for the prince, have breakfast, read some outdated literature, and repeat. After the first couple of days, you got quite used to the hollow echoing chamber of an otherwise empty castle. Minding the unconscious staff and royal families; it was bliss. 

While you certainly had the time to teach yourself the rules and etiquette of the time, this couldn’t have been the healthiest way to go about it. Without the commentary or viable presence of others, you had begun to speak out loud. Talking to sleeping bodies and non-sentient objects had become you’re normal for the following month. A commonality of that time was being freaked out when any of the fairies decided to make themselves young; they were considerate usually catching your attention in a flurry of sparkles. A fair warning, for whenever they came to grieve.

Towards the end of the month, their visits had a different tune; singing their praises of the princess who was fighting the malignant Sorcerer king. As evident by the distant roars and green swirling sky, this would be over soon. 

“I-I am here to kiss the prince!” 

She came to the castle frazzled, wounded, and on shaky legs. You adamantly refused, practically fighting her to eat and let you treat her wounds. In fact, it was similar to how you had been treating the prince for the past couple of months. Shouldering most of her weight as you bathed and dressed her; a process that only seemed to embarrass you. You figured as a princess this might’ve not been so out of the ordinary making it easier for you to send her to sleep. After all that you scrambled to do the same to Briar, and with a sense of finality you carried out your routine. 

Cheering to the sleeping Briar, “What do you think of that Sleeping Beau? Your beauty is here and we’ll both be free!” 

Waking the next day you finally cooked for someone else, watching as the princess scarfed down her meal only to shake at the door of Briar’s tower. Having full intentions to give them their space, you were shocked by the forceful grip on your apron. 

“D-do you think it’ll work?”

“Of course, I do, your grace! I’m sure you will recognize that he’s someone you’ll enjoy kissing awake. Now if–”

“You have to come with me!”

“W-what!? H-hey!” 

Without heeding your struggle, she curled her arm around your torso easily hoisting you up along with her as she speedily ascended the tower to the sleeping Briar Rue. It was oddly easy for her to bring you to the room the prince was sleeping in. Leaving you in shock as she began to fiddle with her cape and kilted armor. 

“M-maybe i-if I take M-mom’s idea I’ll b-be m-more confident to kiss him!”

“Ah what was your mother’s idea?”

“....”

She went silent at your question; returning your curiosity with a blank stare before shaking her head. Scratching at the back of her head she mumbled to herself before anxiously gripping the handle.

“I–i’ll just wait until h-he’s awake then.”

“W-what?”

“A-anyway do you really think I can do this?”

“O-of course.”

Her nervous demeanor was grating on your nerves, probably because you were more than minutes away from seeing this whole debacle being solved. After minutes of deliberation the princess opened the doubled doors revealing the hauntingly beautiful image of the sleeping beau. She made an audible gasp at the sight. 

Shining in the angled light of the setting sun, the stained glass windows of his temporary chamber flashed the mosaic of colors across the sleeping prince. Blonde flowy hair splayed out around his crowned head. His face was still, cheeks oddly rosy and lips perfectly puckered with their own touch of red. He looked ethereal and you couldn’t help but internally pat yourself on the back. Whether or not you were familiar with makeup in the modern world, this world wasn’t particularly fond of the attractiveness of healthy color. But judging by her continued awe the smashed berries you got were a good idea. 

“Whoa he’s the fellow from the forest…” She marveled at him tentatively rubbing at his folded hands. She bent forward slowly, lips slowly inching forward before she abruptly pulled away turning from the one act that would end this all. Her worried eyes darted around before falling on you widening with an idea. 

“H-h-how about we do this together?”

“Excuse me, what?!” 

“Like we both kiss him at the same time s-so that I-I won’t be l-lonely when I do this!”

“What! Why do you want me–a servant of all things to kiss the prince with you?”

It was a viable question; unless she felt threatened by you. But knowing the princess it would be for something less daunting—

“B-b-because! This is my first time k-kissing a prince!” 

You shook your head in disbelief but relented when she puckered her bottom lip at you; making the equivalent of prayer hands with her face. You entered the chamber gazing at the both of them before walking around the bed to his lower right side. 

“How about this Princess, I’ll kiss his hand and you will kiss his lips though I’m certain it is absolutely unnecessary.” 

“Alright! W-we er I can do this.”

With newfound confidence, she positioned herself near his face on the left side of the bed. She looked back at you while making sure you were also in position. To which you nodded urging her to go on. 

You originally weren’t going to follow through, faking your involvement but even as she went in for the kiss you still found her gaze flashing toward you. So you followed through lightly pecking the back of his hand, standing up you got to catch a glimpse of the magical moment. Pulling away from the waking prince she nervously peeked with one eye as Briar blinked his own eyes.

“Y-you? From the forest and…”

He looked to the right, blue eyes landing on you or they would have been if the three fairies hadn’t taken your place near the bed. 

“Oh, Rue!”

“You’re awake!”

“Yes but–”

“We must awaken the whole kingdom! We must celebrate!”

Any concerns the awoken prince would have had were brought to a hush under the cheers of the fairies and the castle’s jovial celebration. Their prince, to the kingdom’s knowledge, had survived the curse and was reunited with his love: Princess Phyllis of the neighboring kingdom. 

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“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for the wedding?”

“No no I think I’m ready for…the quiet once again.”

“Surely Rue would be happy to see you on his big day!”

“Yes! Yes! I can conjure up something for you! In blue of course.”

“Yuck, that’d be a crime! Obviously in red!” 

“Now here you go again–!” “Why I oughta–”

You stepped away from the bickering faeries, continuing to hug the fae in green. 

“Thanks again for letting me have that cottage, Floran. I really appreciate it.”

He shifted his glasses, magicking a basket full of food into your hands after you hurriedly adjusted your pack’s strap. 

“Deary it’s of no trouble, after all. We have no reason to use such a lovely space. And I’m sure it’ll offer you the quiet you’ve grown so used to.” 

He smiled wiping away imaginary dust on your shoulder as he held your upper arm.

“Just be weary, you know we won’t stay away forever now. We’ll be sure to visit.”

“And when you do I’ll be glad to welcome you.”

You both shared a laugh as you had begun to walk to the mule you were discreetly gifted by the royal family. It was decided that you’d be released from your duties both at your own request and at the faeries' discretion. With vague compliments, the royal family could quietly thank you for your mysterious role in ‘solving’ their Prince’s curse. Phyllis was adamant, as she could be, about thanking you but the fairies were stern about keeping quiet. During this time you found no time to speak or so much as look at Briar without it being from the perspective of a bystander by a passing celebrity. You didn’t mind. And it most certainly didn’t stop you from letting the mule lead you to the cottage Briar Rue had hidden in before, more than willing to enjoy the silence and relaxation of the cottage life. 

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Briar fought the urge to yell as Phyllis went into another tirade about her adventure. Sat near the window of the seamstress’ tower as she was fitted for her wedding gown. An event she and his parents eagerly insisted he attended. It was a brazen attempt to make them get along despite the obvious lack of interest on his side of things. 

“B-briar? Er-Rue? D-did y-you hear the l-last thing I said? A-about the d-dragon and the w-wounds I got? I-it’s kind of crazy y-you know b-because when I finally got to the c-castle–”

How did this wake him up?! 

It couldn’t have. He knows it. The nights he’s spent hearing warbled words and grunts didn’t make his heart pound for her. Or the warm touches along his chest and arms, they were evidence of someone else. But no matter how much he wracked his brain the thought of who remained a mystery. 

Faun assured him it was a small side effect, that the cloudiness of waking up was sure to hover over his consciousness for the next week. That was why he got tired every time he tried to recall the time before his cursed sleep. 

“B-briar? A-are–d-do you h-have any questions a-about that day?”

“No Phyllis I’m just trying to remember…”

“Oh okay. S-so, as I was saying (Y/n), was there and th-”

That’s what it was! That’s who it was!

The piece he’s been missing: the memories of the week before. His heart, straying from his so-called love for the mysterious woman in the forest to the clumsy handmaid. He remembered cursing himself and then cursing at (Y/n), sending them away while ignoring the pain in his chest. What could it be, to so quickly change the object of his affection? Was it a problem that when he thought of love all he could see was their face? And even if he was truly devoting his love to (Y/n) instead of the mystery maiden, who turned out to be Phyllis the princess, then what could he do? As a prince himself, he would have no choice but to abandon you in worry that his royal family would reject you for the nobility’s standards; if not for their own biases. It was an endless cycle of heartbreak that had no end. 

When the dark sorcerer’s curse came about, he was entirely lucid. Only refusing to follow the green foreboding glow to stew in his own grief. Audibly sighing at the entrancing orb, he only raised his head when the orb transformed into a figure.

“Come child, it is your time.”

“How can it be my time when all is so helpless.” 

He tucked his head into his folded arms, hiding his sniffles and bubbling tears as they fell onto the table below. Missing the smile that spread over the sorcerer’s face as he feigned a giddy pity as he patted the prince’s back. 

“There there, the faeries spoke of a true love’s kiss. Now I’m sure that you’ve found someone you love?”

The question was rhetoric, the sorcerer was well aware of his rendezvous with the princess in the woods. The sorcerer was certain of this, and it brought a greater smile to his face that he had already acted on this. 

“Y-yes…but–well–I’m not sure if it's true love! Since it’s changed so much…” 

Feigned sympathetic pats on Briar’s back, allowed the fireplace to morph. Lined in green flames a portal opened opening to the tallest tower within the castle where a new glowing orb waited patiently. 

“Now young Briar, the only way to know would be the ultimate test would it not?”

He sniffled, “What do you mean?” 

“What better test for you’re love than sleep that can only be broken by true love? Do you not want a method that is tried and true?”

“Tried and True?”

“Yes.”

Giving into the trance the prince rose from his seat, guided by the hand of the one who cursed him. Settled behind his back as he nudged him into the portal and in the direction of the green light. Aware of his curse he followed dutifully, wiping his tears and rubbing his dribbling nose. He came to the orb that materialized into a glowing spinning wheel, needle piked and practically begging for his puncture. Briar reached forward stopping just a hair’s length away to turn to the sorcerer who was growing agitated. Face full of worry and trepidation he pleaded with the horned man. 

“H-how will I know that the one who wakes me is the right one? What should happen if the one who stands above me when I wake is the one? There are those who might trick me or–” “Fine then.” 

The sorcerer’s voice boomed as he stepped heavily towards him, chest to Briar’s face he held a green flame in his hand. Blue eyes snapped to the flame registering the sound of a snap before the sorcerer pulled away. 

“I’ll let you hear everything.”

He opened his mouth to question the action, stopping to let out a scream as his ears burned. He stumbled to the side, nearly falling to the ground as he clutched at his ears groaning from the pain. The sorcerer groaned pulling a hand from the side of Briar’s face in the direction of the wheel. Pinpricking his finger, releasing the hand as the prince retracted his hand inspecting the wound. Eyelids drooping and knees buckling before sending Prince Briar Rue into the beginning of his eternal slumber. 

“There dearest Rue, you can hear everything. Even the cries and pleas of all those who come to mourn you by your bedside! I applaud you for your creativity, suffering for eternity will surely bring you an even crueler existence than I would have given! Hahaha.”

He was right. It was cruel to remember having doubted (Y/n) as they cared for him. It was they who had read to him and spoken to him while he was trapped in an uneasy slumber for the entirety of thirty days and thirty nights. Now he was meant to marry the mere attraction of his past, it was truly a nightmare. The only solace he could find was in their servitude. If he couldn’t have them in the way of a lover he’d have them in the way of a king. It sounded cruel but surely that was just because the thought was in his head.

It would all make sense the night before the wedding when he’d call them after the dreaded bachelor party. He’d confess his love within the solace of the private garden he’d been gifted, taking them under the moonlight and the stars as his witness. Oh, how he’d dread the morning! When he would have to repeat such false vows as he betrayed them one time last. But that would be the end of it, the rest of himself would be dedicated to (Y/n) and (Y/n) only. 

Or that would be if that wasn’t who he thought it was in the window—

“H-hey! T-that looks like (Y/n) r-riding on that donkey! Doesn’t it Briar?”

Rendered speechless at the sight of your riding form disappearing into the bustling capital city. He could only stifle a fit of frustration as he recognized the familiar trio of red, blue, and green. Post haste he attempted to leave the room stopped by the hand, and following consequences written all over Phyllis’ face. He’d wait for now but when he was done…they’d surely be hearing from the angered and fully awoken prince.

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

Okay here I am again because the Grima brainrot is particularly intense rn and I just saw a post talking about.

Grima but as a woman. Like genderbend. Nothing changes, same looks, same personality, same behaviour, same ambiguous feelings for Eowyn. (I’d smash.)

I think it’s actually interesting considering that Grima’s flaws in the movies/books are hinted also to be rooted from his “unmanliness” (as Tolkien presents a lot of characters with honour and values considered “male”.)

But I think that even if he were to be a woman, there is a great deal of traits Grima wouldn’t possess to be considered conventionally “feminine” by Tolkien’s and many’s standards. (Such as beauty for example).

So yeah, it just occurred to me and now I’ve been thinking about this since 3am. This is the reason why I’m pansexual. We don’t care about gender. We care about silly evil pookies okay.

As always have a great day/night ! ^^

Yesssss!

Grima & Gender is a super interesting thing that I think about all the time. I love thinking about him and manliness, femininity, secret third and fourth options etc.

I know I reblogged the ask/reply that I had about Grima on Gender and Magic, so you have the gist of most of my thoughts as it relates to Grima performing gender (or not, as the case may be) within the context of masculinity.

But Grima straight up as a woman would be very interesting. Particularly because Rohan is quite gendered when it comes to the wielding of power - and quite binary in who wields what power.

(E.g., when Theoden departs Edoras to fight Saruman, he despairs over leaving the city leaderless because Eomer won't stay behind. It doesn't occur to him that Eowyn is even an option until Hama suggests it.)

Therefore, Grima being in a position of power that is traditionally masculine would be very interesting. Indeed, her entire performance of gender would likely be impacted by the uniqueness of her position. Queens, historically, were more passive in Rohan than in other countries so it's not like she would have someone to model herself on. Nor would there be a model for other people on how to receive and perceive Grima.

(Morwen, maaaaaybe, but honestly her epithet of Steelsheen is more about her appearance than anything else. Though perhaps her personality could be inferred from it... But truly, we only know her in the context of being wife and mother.)

Given the absence of models, would Grima into the more masculine aspects of how people would be reading her? Would she do the whole performance of "I may have the body of a woman but I've the head and heart of a man"? Or would she hyper-perform the femininity song and dance as a way to balance it out/make her more palatable to some?

Aside from the occupying a masculine position of power within the context of Rohan's society, Grima's other personality and physical traits would absolutely count against her being seen as appropriately feminine.

Good qualities for a Rohirrim woman to have is height, slenderness, fairness of face, and youthfulness. Grima's tall...and that's all she's got going for her.

Grima is also neither high-hearted nor noble in bearing let alone in birth (because nobility of birth is very important to one's perceived Goodness and Worth in Tolkien's world).

Grima is a sneak, a liar, a thief, and power hungry. Grima would be, fundamentally, a Woman Who Wants Something. And what she wants are things women shouldn't want.

Wanting Things in general, for both men and women, is a dangerous game to play in Middle Earth and the texts punish many of the people who do any major "unacceptable" desiring (or creating) of things outside their purview.

Grima's obvious foil, Eowyn, is a prime example. Eowyn wants to be a warrior, she wants to be queen, she wants to be part of the Gondor noble family (and assume the power and privilege that comes with that), she wants to be seen and heard and to have an impact on the fate of the world.

Some of her wanting was out of a selfless desire to save her home and her people, but a lot was also just her having dreams and desires.

Eowyn may have been named as Shieldmaiden of Rohan but it is evident that this was meant as an honorific that wasn't meant to be actually acted upon. Save, of course, in the gravest/most dire circumstances when all is lost and only women remain to defend the land because the men are dead. This is, indeed, the gist of the conversation she has with Aragorn and you can see her resentment and anger about what her expected role is to be compared to that of her brother and the other men in her life.

I think the fact that Eowyn reflects, in many ways, the ideal of womanhood is what saves her from being punished too hard. Eowyn is tall, fair, slender, young, high-hearted, daughter of kings, and has selfless and noble motives (alongside the more human ones).

She is allowed her transgression. She gets her great moment of battle against the witch-king. She gets to make her mark, to save people, to change history.

But, she also receives a bit of a personality transplant as a result of it. She gets to be a wife - but not a queen. She gets to be a mother who heals people. She gets to be a Proper Noble Woman and live, once again, in a gilded cage. The very thing she was so furious about initially.

I know there is the idea that she is healed and she has overcome her anger and has changed - but it still feels like the text punished her and robbed her. Of course, a huge part of the problem is that Eowyn is the only women we spend any real time with - if we had more women with diverse journeys and endings, it would be different.

It's subconscious to a certain degree, I think, also heavily informed by Tolkien's Catholicism alongside the culture of the time. The importance of the Marian archetype of womanhood etc. And we know Tolkien loved Eowyn's character and thought about her a lot, wanted to write a good story for her, but some of that stuff sneaks in regardless.

But all of this to say - if that is Eowyn's ending...what would happen to Grima? One who would be committing greater transgressions against gender performance let alone the whole Light Soupçon of Treason.

Because aside from wanting material wealth and power, we know that Grima potentially desires Eowyn. In the movie it's explicit but the books are more ambiguous. We are told, via Gandalf, that Eomer was concerned about Grima ogling his sister and threatened to kill him over it. Crucially, we never hear from Grima about this specific item and we certainly never hear from Eowyn.

Indeed, Gandalf's line to Eomer about how his sister is "safe now" says far more about Eomer's fears and concerns than it does about the reality of the situation. We know in ROTK that Eomer didn't know his sister's heart or mind - he didn't know she was unhappy with her position in the household and broader society, he didn't know she wa so angry and resentful, he didn't know she was in emotional pain, he didn't know what she wanted, he didn't know jack. Therefore can we think him reliable when it comes to being a fountain of knowledge about his sister's desires?

I mean...considering no one was paying much attention to her, and when they did they were reading their own things onto her (coughEomercough), perhaps Eowyn liked having Grima pay attention to her? Like, who knows. Someone who may have seen her and may have known what her fears and desires were might have been novel/nice (before she realized he's selling everyone out for a corn chip). Heck, Gandalf implies that Grima had a pretty good handle on Eowyn's innermost dreams and wishes, so take that as you will.

(I now have this image in my head of Eowyn and Grima getting wine drunk out back of Meduseld and bitching about people.)

All pure idle speculation for the sake of pot-stirring. Anyway, I keep getting distracted.

Grima as a woman feeling lust, though - that would be another strike against her. Honourable love and the implied desire that might exist because of it is fine. But in the text overt desire of a clearly sexual nature is presented in a mostly negative light. Let alone, in this speculation, Grima is lusting after another woman! That's even more unnatural and contrary! What a freak /sarcasm.

Then there's the cowardice - which is shown as a negative no matter who is displaying it. Though, I think of all the aspects of Grima, this is the one that would get more of a pass as a woman than as a man.

So yeah - given that Grima's entire personality is one that is contrary to what is modeled as Good Femininity it would be very interesting to see how it played out over the course of the text.

Everything from the banishment, which was predicated on Grima being expected to do battle alongside Theoden in order to prove that he is still loyal - what test of loyalty would Grima as a woman be expected to perform and then fail because she's too chickenshit?

The relationship with Saruman would be construed in a different way, also the hold Grima had over Theoden - that would take on different implications. And those implications would also change how Theoden is perceived, too, which is interesting.

That Theoden is leaning on a woman for support in ruling would make him seem even weaker and more foolish. It would be so interesting to see it unfold!

Then there's the rivalry with Gandalf - the positioning of them as two sides of the Odinnic coin.

Also the being tortured and tormented by Saruman after Helm's Deep. Not to mention the Scouring of the Shire and Grima's ultimate end. If Grima is a woman, in this, I think Tolkien would have had her ending be different.

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Alright, I've banged on for way, way too long about this and went no where in particular, and all has been said before in different ways so I'm not landing on anything new or insightful.

Just wittering...I love wittering about Grima so thank you for giving me the opportunity to lol

<3 <3

[sscarletvenus]

i see you did a genderbend fic, thoughts on how fem!goo would look? :3 headcanons?

omg hello anon!! and thank you for the question!!

THREE FEM!GOO HEADCANONS, FROM YOURS TRULY:

. appearance- kinda imagine her looking very much like kim hieora...sharp facial features, bloodless skin, dark undereye circles, pin straight hair, tall and lean... like ethereal, but in a truly unsettling way. something inhumane and cruel and alien but she's so gorgeous that you cannot comprehend properly the intensity of her being all of those things!!!

. i think she would still be the kind of general moral vagabond as in canon. blood and blood and replay. she's very insatiable and intense at all times. she loves chaos, horror, and being the cause of that turbulent terror. gloats over it. is nourished by it.

. she has NO instinct for nurture whatsoever. her moral compass is a roulette wheel. she doesn't have exaggerated, hypocritical ideals like Gun does. she just needs something to kill, endless, itchy waiting for her prey to deliver itself to her open mouth and bared teeth. SHE doesn't enjoy hunting. Gun does. She likes her prey willing, because that is how and when they taste the sweetest...

. as a teenager she's terrifyingly self-possessed and intense. is it a facade for her weakness? can weapon ever be weak? should the one who wields the weapon deserve to kill if they're weak? the sword is the vessel for her brutality as well as her defence against annihilation...

. another aspect to be pondered over is the role her assigned sex at birth or gender identity and expression would play in her portrayal as a character. Goo is someone who has, always, loved and lusted over money and power. both her and Gun are children weaned on poison who take comfort and pleasure in extreme violence and sadism. BUT. BUT. But it's not the same, never the same.

. what happens when your best friend betrays you long before YOU betray him, simply by being a man, just because he has, inherently, without even trying, by birthright, everything YOU wished to be? what do you do when he is the one with the natural, omnipotent power that you so ardently hunger for, and you are nothing but a weapon, a toy, a wild animal to poke and prod? familiarity breeds contempt.

. Goo is someone that hates being underestimated and undervalued. AND THIS is where i think her irreconcilable fragmentation from Gun and Charles and Tom begins.

. She surrounds herself with incredibly strong and equally morally corrupt men (secret friends) to vicariously live through them her own fantasies of enacting unbridled slaughter just for the sake of her own pleasure, her desires that would otherwise be looked upon with unforgivable contempt by a society diseased with patriarchy...

. i would love to go into her experiencing disillusionment under Charles... stowing her beliefs in a fallible God, worshipping said God with blood and until he ends up demanding her own... would a believer betray the deity? if she loses her identity, what is the basis of her existence, then?

. some style analysis- I feel like she would EAT in these vintage corporate high fashion pieces from jacques fath/ralph lauren/christian dior

. lmao I feel like I rambled without making much sense but I would love to explore fem goo more and thanks to you anon!!! HAVE AN INCREDIBLE DAY ILY

edit. THIS IS MORE THAN THREE BUT I YAP TOO MUCH AND CANNOT COUNT SO FORGIVE ME!!!

[yandere-writer-momo]

Sikorsky gender bent hcs with male reader? Also look at this fem sikorsky i drew a while ago. :0

I love her! She’s so pretty 🥰🥰

Fem Sikorsky (Sonia) is a menace. She’s been in prison for awhile so she may be a bit… depraved.

Yandere Baki Head Canons

Genderbend Sikorsky (Sonia) x male reader

Sonia

Now Sonia had been in prison for awhile so it’s been a really long time since she’s had the attention of a man… and she craved it.

After she tasted defeat in Japan, she ran into you. You were nothing special, just a local coffee shop worker, but your small moment of kindness to her stuck like glue. You offered her a muffin and a coffee on the house since she looked so down. You didn’t judge her disheveled appearance or the scent of cheap cigarettes on her, you simply gave her a soft smile. It made her heart beat rapidly in her chest

As the seasons go by, Sonia actively seeks you out. She felt like a school girl with a crush again. Sometimes she’ll peak her head around the corner of an alley and just watch you work. Other times she’ll enter the coffee shop and order a coffee from you. (She only drinks it if you make it though)

You always compliment her every time she comes in. Whether it’s about her pretty blonde hair, how you love her accent, or how her eyes look like sapphires. She craves your attention and praise. She even started trying different hair styles and clothing to fish for more compliments and tends to wear the styles you compliment most (she’s a simp)

She loves that you make her feel like a regular girl. How you make her feel pretty… she’s a sucker for you

Sonia is so jealous when she notices another woman complimenting you. She’ll knock that bitty’s teeth in if she touches you again (and she means that)

She’s extremely possessive over you despite the fact that you two aren’t dating. She doesn’t care. Sonia saw you first so you’re hers

The tall blonde waltz’s in as per usual, this time right before closing time. You give her a warm smile.

“Oh hey, Sonia. Can I help you?” You ask softly, only for the muscular woman to walk behind the counter. You try to tell her she can’t enter but she ignores you. “Sonia- eek!”

Sonia slams her hands on either side of you. The Russian woman leaning down so her face was at the same level as yours.

“You’re my boyfriend.” She tells you firmly, leaving no room for arguments. “So stop talking to other girls. You’re mine.”

You can’t even get out a word before she firmly presses her lips to yours. The taste of coffee and cigarettes lingering on her lips. Your eyes still blown wide open as her hands pull your body against hers. This was such a strange predicament…

“You’re mine.”

[wednesdaythesecond]

hiiiii i love ur posts. unsure if you’ve seen this but i saw it and thought of you and. girl mikey.

https://www.tumblr.com/makebesnake/767282717494853632

NOBODY GETS ME LIKE YOU DO. Yes. YES. This is what I've been saying! You can't just gender swap someone and call it a day, you have to consider how aspects of their personality influence their gender expression! You have to consider how that would change with their gender! Is that man hyper masculine because that's what he likes or because he's terrified of being seen as gay?

Like girl Mikey, par exampla. I write and post about her as being classically 90s/00s h chic and emo girl femme. Regular ass Mikey Way? Very classically emo guy (except for the hair) with slight hints of lameass nerd shit (think the glasses and those fuck ugly sneakers). I think that I translate that very nicely into a higher femme version, with the added hypervigilance that comes with being a trans woman in the 00s. Ugh, I can talk about girl Mikey forever. But yeah, big agree on the whole thinking deeper into the character when it comes to genderbending

[straycalamities]

alright i been meaning to do this so:

what is and is not allowed to be done with any of my characters! this includes art, fics, edits, headcanons, whathaveyou

[general content/trigger warning for uncomfortable, possibly-triggering topics because this is mainly the gist of what i dont want to see]

x = never ? = ask for permission

do nots: x - no noncon (if you engage to work through your feelings, never make my characters the perpetrators, it skeeves me out) ? - no genderbends/sexswaps/whatever they're called anymore? idk just don't mess with their gender, pronouns*, or assigned-sex-at-birth as a general thing unless i already have or okayed you directly. triple-especially if they're not cis x - respect their romantic orientations/sexualities! if you don't know a character's then you can ask me, but yeah. ie: don't ship andrew with women, he's homosexual x - [NSFW] absolutely no ageplay kinks or anything like that with my characters. no raceplay. just..nothing like that. x - no pregnancy. no mpreg. no omegaverse. none of it. (i've come a long way from it being straight-up a trigger but still, yea,) i have had some of my characters naturally be pregnant/have babies but i'd rather handle it myself, if you know what i mean x - this is a duh, but nothing hateful/bigoted using my characters. like, for instance, i do joke abt shit and say mainverse!entre is a conservative but don't unironically use him for anything awful like that. joking/memeing around about his terrible political stances is fine though x - i would never write or have my characters telling anyone to "kill yourself" so please don't have them say stuff like that. even if it's a joke. it makes me uncomfortable. (there may be a few exceptions in my giant roster of ocs but as a general rule just avoid it) x - never use my ocs likenesses or art of them as art for your own ocs. that's never okay. my ocs designs are for my own characters only.

*it's okay to have neopronoun headcanons

okay! generally anything i havent said isn't okay IS okay, but just so anyone reading this has a clearer idea

it's okay to use my characters for expressing yourself, venting, or just personal stuff like that. if my characters help you through something, go ahead and express it. i'm happy they help :)

playing around with gender presentation (not gender) is perfectly okay with any of my characters

shipping in general is fine as long as it doesnt go against the don'ts list. i dont care who you ship them with

[NSFW] i'm okay with pretty much any other kinks other than anything that goes into noncon, bigotry, or underage so go wild even if it's not my thing personally i don't care. (ie: the swagtre piss fic? lol im not a watersports guy but chase your bliss)

my characters are all free game for anything horror themed as well. horror as a genre, body horror, psychological horror, whatever. go for it. i have a personal major squick for eye gore but i can handle (and enjoy) pretty much anything else in this realm. go as gorey or not as you like (just tag appropriately for other ppls sakes)

handling self-harm/suicide idealization themes is technically? okay? for my characters? just uh...be respectful i guess. and definitely tag appropriately. this theme is canon for a few of them so i am okay with it just handle it with care is what i'm saying

go ham-buck-wild with mental illness headcanons or projections or anything like that. i dont think i have an oc that doesn't have at least something, so if you see yourself in their symptoms, go for it. only some of them i have personal labels for some of their stuff but otherwise it's whatever. just be respectful, again.

kinning is also okay! kin, synpath anything like that. go ahead! go wild with it. i think it's neat. just be respectful.

and an important note to all of this, other than being respectful to others and the characters themselves, is to respect me. just because it's okay that you do it with my character, doesn't mean i have to agree with it or make it canon or anything like that. it just means i gave you permission to engage like that. so please don't come to me trying to ask or force me to change something about my own characters or get so lost in your headcanons you start to disrespect what i've established myself

and if you ever have any questions about them or any of this, just let me know. i'm always happy to help

also yet again DONT REPOST MY NSFW ART ARGHHHH!!!