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luimagines · 4 months ago

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That Dragon AU Part 13

More shopping, technically. Be nice to @cafecourage XD

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Chapter 13: Packing Things Up

His hands come up to rub their back, pulling them closer to him. "Maybe with time... I wouldn't want to make it seem like it was too fast. I know... that's important to humans."

“It’s not really a big deal to me. Unless you want to make it into one.” Enno shifted so their arms were around his neck. “Link, you could mark me right now and I wouldn't kick up a fuss. Yeah, weddings are nice and all but they are just expensive parties. If I did want one, it would be something I would want later on when I can take my time. Not rushed so we can be officially wed.”

His jaw clenches and his eyes sharpen. He leans into them. Warrior's voice drops down low and his purr becomes nearly silent, simply vibrating against them in ways they didn’t know were possible before. "That's very tempting, Sweetheart."

He leans closer, his fangs larger than usual. "I don't think-"

"Man, I left my clothes in my room!" Wind walks out of the room and pauses, looking at the both of them. "I'm borrowing your clothes, Warrior."

Warrior tries not to not look put out as his forehead collides with Enno’s shoulder. "Sure... go ahead."

Enno bursted out laughing as Wind goes to take some and go back out, giving them and Warrior a confused look. He wondered what he barged into. Once the door was closed, Enno smirked at Warrior, “Well? Be tempted.” They teased him, full on working to rebuild the atmosphere. They were still giggling like madman at his reaction. “Bet you wouldn’t.”

He just turns his head and starts peppering their neck with slow kisses, working his way to their jaw and ear, nibbling a bit. He growls low, sensual even. "Not now."

They turned their head to give him room. “Oh, so I was right then.” They melt on the spot into him. They giggle and poke their nose against his cheek. “Do I have to do it myself?”

Warrior notices and smirks to himself. He keeps it up, alternating between growling and purring. "If you were to do it-" His hands move against them, slowly running over their curves. "I wouldn't be opposed."

He takes a breath and the faint brush of his fangs on the shell of their ear, makes them shudder.

"But then I'd have to mark you immediately after, give or take..." He pulls them closer, possessively so. "If only to avoid suspicion and uncalled for remarks."

He chuckles darkly in their ear and lowers his voice some more. "But I say not now because the boy is ...right .... there..."

Enno looked at the closed door and sighed, knowing that he was right. Slowly and reluctantly, they pushed him off to sit next to him again.

“Wind, honey, are you ok in there?” Enno called out, figuring he was trying to give them both a moment.

Warrior pouts like a child and leans back as well.

Wind pokes his head out the door, hair still vaguely damp with a too big shirt over him. "Are you two done being weird?"

Warrior groans and flops backward.

The moment has just officially been killed.

Enno rolls their eyes. “Wind, come.”

They shift to sit crossed legged for him to sit down on. When he took the seat, Enno took the towel and started drying his hair. “You need to dry your hair better or else you will get a cold.”

Wind lets out a tiny growl. "Pinky said that it happens when you leave the house or sleep with it. Not if you just have wet hair."

Warrior snorts. "Well Pinky's not here right now. Listen to Enno."

"Oh right! Did you hear? Pinky almost died!" Wind jets up and looks at Warrior. "That's what Wild said. It's why she was in the infirmary to begin with. She nearly froze to death!"

Enno didn’t know what to say. “I… didn’t know the full story but yes I knew she was hurt.”

They folded the towel on the ground and started to put things away again in the Ottoman. Back to work now. “With everything that has been happening, I only assumed that they didn’t want the other guys to panic.” Enno coughs to clear their throat in a vain attempt to defuse the situation. “Right now, we should make sure she is able to make a full recovery.”

Wind blinks. "No one told me. I overheard Wild talking to Sky and Hyrule."

He sits up and watches Enno work. "Apparently, another dragon stole her and marked her. That's why Time is in a bit of hot water."

"Wind." Warrior sits up too.

Wind gets the message. "It'll take a month for her to heal though and I heard she got sick too."

The young boy crosses his arms over his legs, bringing them close to his chest. "I'm worried."

Enno paused for a second, not expecting that either. Not wanting to appear disturbed however, they continued to put the last of the dragon's stuff away. The room's floor was now clear of the earlier mess. “All we can do is wait, Wind. I’m worried too, but in this situation, Time has things covered it seems. All we can do is see if he needs extra hands or help with something.” They slid themselves closer to Wind and hugged him. “It will be ok. It’s just going to be a bit stressful for a few days before we get a hang of it.”

Wind sighs and flops against them. "Ok."

Warrior snorts and leans over to ruffle his hair. "You're a good kid. Pinky has all of us to look after her plus Time. I'll think she'll be ok."

"Exactly." Enno didn't want to add to the worry that Cia is going to recover very soon. That's a whole different bag of worms. "Things will turn out ok."

Wind huffs and moves his head away from Warrior’s hand. "Okokok.. I get it."

He tries to keep the smile off of his face and loses in three seconds. "Do you guys have everything ready for tomorrow?"

Enno sighed. "That's what I'm doing now. Or was trying to." They give Wind a hair ruffle of their own before standing up and dragging over their stuff so they could continue to work while being nearby. "I have some things I can probably leave here because I don't want to lose them. I also probably should run out and get some more magic potions..."

Warrior instantly sobers up and sighs. "Well the sun is still up. And we have about an hour before dinner. The Portable Portal should still be open. I don't know how many they would have left though."

He hums and frowns. "If only those magic pots were still around.... maybe if I go back....?"

He is quickly lost to his thoughts.

Enno watches him get lost in thought before reaching over and gently shaking him. “We can go now, you know. Where is it? We’ll be quick. I’m not sure how much to get.” Enno knew they could more or less last a day and half without a potion. If they wanted them to last a month without going into town, it would be around 20 potions, maybe more, maybe less.

Warrior blinks at their outburst and nods. "Yeah... yeah.... umm...actually, I want to see something before we go. Just to make sure. Wind, would you take Enno to the potion shop? Do you remember where it is?"

Wind tilts his head. "Yeah.... a little bit. Blue door and red flowers in the front?"

"That's the one!" Warrior grins.

"All right then. I have money left over still. So I'll use that." Enno put things back quickly so that it wasn’t just a mess on the floor again. They gave Warrior a playful kiss on his jaw. "Be safe and all that jazz." Enno snorted to themselves before getting up and offering Wind their hand. "Let's go on one more adventure then, Sailor!"

Warrior is taken away by the kiss on his jaw and shakes his head. He jets his hand out to Wind's non taken one and slips him some cash. "Be safe. The sun will set soon."

"We will!" Wind waves back at him. "Let's be fast Moma. I'm getting hungry."

Warrior shakes himself and goes half dragon. "I have some hunting to do."

"Have fun." Enno lets Wind rush out of the room and of the castle. "Is it near the castle?"

Wind hisses a bit. "Not really. That's why we have to go fast. We might miss dinner."

Vaguely, Enno could see a dragon fly away from the castle in the opposite direction. It looked like Warrior.

They wonder where he's going.

Their wonderment didn’t last long though. Enno and Wind were practically running and weaving through the crowd to get to the shop in time.

"Is that it?" Enno pointed to the shop in question.

Wind pauses and looks closer. "Yup! Let's go!"

The young boy hauls them forward, opening the door with wild abandon. "Hello!"

The shop owner pokes their head from behind the corner. "Well hello to you too.... Can I help you with anything?"

"Hello" Enno smiled, coming up to the counter. "My son and I were looking to see if you have some magic potions left in stock."

The shop owner straightens up and nods. "Yes, of course. This way please."

Wind tugs on their hand. "Come on Moma."

They nodded and followed. "Thank you and I'm sorry for coming so late."

"Well, you're right on time." The shop owner explains. "I close up in thirty minutes. Now my potions are few and far inbetween. My magic potions specially. How many were you thinking to buy?"

Enno sighed. "I've been trying to do the math. It would make me feel better to have max 15. However, I understand if you don't have that amount."

They tried to do the math in their head anyway. Wind bought 5 yesterday. They had bought 2 or 1 since then, which would bring them to… 18? 19 total?

The shop clerk looks startled. "Fif- I only have seven in stock right now I'm afraid."

Wind frowns.

"The war has taken a lot of my supply. I've only been recently able to begin to replenish."

"Ah- Right." Enno blushes in embarrassment "I'm so sorry. I'm afraid I'm not from around here, so I genuinely forgot." They quickly and awkwardly explained. "I need the potions for medical reasons. Would you mind if I still purchase some of them? I don't want to buy you out, but I do need them."

Wind's eyebrows furrow and he turns to Enno skeptically.

The shop owner raises an eyebrow. "Well, I am willing to sell. I'm just afraid it's not all that you were looking for. I don't particularly care for the reasons why."

He looks at Wind and can see him try to connect some dots. "In any case, how many are you buying again?"

Enno nods, their anxiety popped up instantly. They try to calm down so they don’t sound like they’re going to cry or that they are under a lot of pressure.

"Let me do some math." Enno started to think about it, turning away a bit, mumbling a bit to themselves. They don't know what the schedule is and they had only used a month as an estimate to base their calculations off of. With the potions they already had, the number would have brought them up to 5 or 6 which would only last them about a week. Luckily, that’s about the average time the group traveled before finding a new town, but there have been cases where they’ve traveled for longer.

They sighed. "I think... 3 if I did everything right? Sorry this is still new-" They quickly bite their tongue because the shopkeeper just said he doesn't care, and at this point they just wanted to leave.

"Sorry, I'll just take 3." Enno cursed internally. They hated how awkward and shaken they get for just being in a social situation.

"And I'll take the other four." Wind slams down the money, trying to not give Enno a side eye.

The clerk sighs and dives under the counter to pick out the potions from the display.

Wind, in turn, grabs their hand and grips it tightly. The clerk goes over the amount Wind put down, counting it and adjusting for the amount of bottles he has. Wind's foot starts to tap a bit as he waits.

The young boy takes the initiative to take Enno’s money as well and adds it to the pile.

They have just enough to buy them all.

The clerk puts them into two different bags based on the purchase and closes the potions box. "Thank you. Come again soon. I can't guarantee I'll have magic potions in stock by then though."

"That's ok!" Wind waves back and starts to pull Enno along. "We'll come by again!"

Enno was silent, visibly embarrassed. Once outside, they began trailing behind Wind. “Sweetheart, I’ll explain later about why I went to the doctors this morning. Right now can you go ahead to the castle? I need a moment.” They wanted- no, needed to be alone right now. “Please?”

Wind turns around and pauses. It is obvious by the look on his face that he doesn't like the idea. "You're not gonna come back with me?"

He frowns and wipes the palms of his hands on his pants. "Do... Do you know the way back? You won't need me? You'll be ok?"

He bites the inside of his cheek. And takes step forward to the castle like you asked him to go.

He hesitates.

But he jogs back to Enno and places a familiar blue stone in their hand. "I'll go... but use this if you need help, ok?"

He gets on his toes to kiss their cheek before he turns to go to the castle once more.

They felt bad letting him go. Enno put the pirate's charm around their wrists hidden in their sleeve. They lag behind as Wind goes ahead. They wanted to gather themselves and get out of that headspace before they meet up with others again.

Wind looks back occasionally, surprised that Enno was still on their way.

It makes him feel better to see them still following though and he shifts into his full dragon form to make it there faster while being able to keep an eye on them at the same time.

Vaguely, he can feel something watching him.

He doesn't like it.

It spurs him on and Wind makes it behind the castle gates. He shifts into his half form and sits, putting the bag in his lap.

Wind begins to wait.

While he was waiting, Enno took some deep breaths and looked up, freezing when they didn’t see Wind. They didn’t think they were walking that far behind. They rushed to the castle to make sure he was actually there. They had begun to panic a little but reasoned with themselves that they did tell him to go ahead. “It’s fine. It’s fine.”

He waits for a minute longer before he shifts into his human form. The feeling of being watched lessens but he realizes that it didn't go away completely. Wind could blame being paranoid but his gut feelings have never steered his wrong before.

He stays still though and watches Enno power walk...or rather sprint into the castle grounds.

"Moma!" He calls out to them and starts to stand.

They scooped him up and sighed. “That normally would have fixed what I was feeling but turns out when I don’t see you sailor I get more worried.” They put him down but their anxiousness didn't go away. Still, they picked up the bags. “Come on, let's see if your dad is back home.”

Wind smiles and holds their hand. "Warrior would help." He says. "You seem better with him nowadays."

Wind opens the door now that he has a free hand and they both walk through the castle walls. "I wonder what Warrior went hunting for. He didn't say."

Enno took another deep breath. “What would he be hunting? I’m still in the dark about all this Dragon stuff.” Maybe Wind would be a better distraction in the long run anyway. “Hell, it seems despite knowing this era, I know nothing about the actual place-“

They stop for their own sake.

"Well, what do you want to know?" Wind swings their hands together.

"Warrior probably went looking for things for his hoard.... or for food. Those would be my first guesses when he mentions hunting." Wind taps his finger to his chin."But I can probably answer any question you have!" Wind answers confidently. "Lay it on me."

“Huh….” Enno nodded. “Uh… I don’t know. Honestly I just feel fine? I was expecting more…” They wave their hand around. “Like…. Things? To overwhelm me? When I first was transformed, the only thing I noticed was scent, I guess? But that was way later in the day. I didn’t actually notice.”

"Oh.... You mean being a dragon." Wind scratches his head. "I don't.... I dont know what you want me to say. I've always been this way. So I wouldn't be able to tell you the difference.... Warrior or Twilight might."

Wind chews his lip and pops it. "I thought you were gonna ask a question about this place or dragon culture... those are easier."

"Do you know if Warrior has his things together?" Sky asks as soon as he spots them turning the corner. "None of us really saw him today."

"I don't know actually? I will remind him when I see him again." Enno stored that in the ‘remind me later’ part of their brain and hoped it worked.

"Please, knowing Cap’, he has been too busy." Twilight points out, guiding them all to the mess hall for dinner. Food was quickly placed in front of the guests as the chatter quickly rose to a tolerable volume.

Enno stays silent because Twilight was probably right.

Wind, however, eats his food as if he's been starving. "I bet he's at least started. He's a workaholic."

Murmurs of agreement blanket the table.

"Where's the new guy anyway?" Wind swallows his food. Enno frowns. New guy? What new guy?

"He went with Wild to go give Time and Pinky their dinner." Sky explains.

The door opens and in comes Legend pulling a disheveled looking Warrior behind him. "Found him."

"Nice! Good job!" Four cheers.

"Eat." Legend forces him in a chair. "You're going to have at least one meal today."

"I had breakfast-"

"And that was the only thing. Zip it or I get Time. And I don't think he'll take kindly to being away from Pinky while she's sick and injured."

"Fine." Warrior spits and goes to curse before he notices Enno. He sobers up instantly and waves. "Ah.... Did it go well?"

"It happened. We got some potions." They give a half shrug. "It's not that exciting compared to having a new party member." Apparently. Although tired, they were happy that Warrior was back safe and sound. "How was your trip?"

Warrior grins and leans back in his chair. "I got what I was looking for. I think you'd be very impressed."

"Was it before or after you ate the dirt?" Legend snorts.

"Legend-"

"How'd it taste?"

Warrior leans over to swipe at him but Legend leans away, laughing.

Moving back into place, Warrior pouts and stabs his baked potato. "Anyway.... I saw you both come in. I'm glad to see you both safe. He-” Warrior gestures to the pirate with chipmunk stuffed cheeks. “-didn't give you any trouble, did he?"

Wind shakes his head with a negative hum.

Warrior smiles a little easier. "Good."

"Any reason you have mud in your hair?" Four asks, trying to hide his smirk.

"Yes."

Warrior doesn't elaborate.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #dragon au #lu x oc #except not really #lu warrior #lu wind

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mushies-stories · 11 months ago

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TV Yule log- drabble

Eddie X GN!Reader

Summary: it's your first Christmas in your own Trailor home. Eddie isn't sure if it's the best home, if you wished there was more to your new life with him and it sparks a conversation about the future.

Authors note: I wrote this real fast, but the idea came to me because google has a cute little Yule long and then I wanted to know when the first tv video was aired and here we are. my one and only holiday themed writing from this year... aha. I'll do better next year!

Warnings: none? Christmas? XD no use of Y/N.

“Did you know the first year they broadcasted the Yule log was in 1966?” you said. You sat in front of the big box TV while flipping through the channels.

Eddie chuckled and shook his head. “I didn't.”

Finally finding the station your face lit up as soon as you heard the crackling of the wood and the classical christmas tunes playing. “There we go!” you say with excitement and jump up, giddy and excited. You cross the room and flop down next to Eddie on the couch. “Now we can have the best first Christmas in our new home.” you proclaim with a wide smile.

“Yeah, well it is the closest thing this hunk of junk is ever going to get to a real fire.” He jokes, gesturing to the trailer home you two have recently moved into. It wasn't a bad home, a little small but for two it wasn't all that bad. And it was a first home, close to home and his uncle. It was a nice home to give you both time to figure the future out.

“Maybe, but this is still a wonderful home Eddie.” you knew how bad he was bullied in school for living in the trailer park. Even if he knew deep down there was nothing wrong with it, he still carried that weight of that dumb stereotype in the back of his head. “It's cozy and warm. It fits me and you perfectly and I like it here.” you tell him and hook your arm around his and rest your head on his shoulder. You want to reassure him that you truly love it there, with him, that it only matters that you have each other.

There's a moment of silence. It's not awkward or weird, just a pause as your words take up all the space in his head. You watch the fire dance and let the Yule log and soft music fill in the silence.

Then Eddie spoke. Voice quieter and a little unsure. “Really? This place is enough… you don't wish we could afford to leave hawkins?” he asked. Body testing a little as the words come out.

You peaked up at him through your lashes, he wasn't looking at you, but at the TV. he looked like he was contemplating something, thinking about how things could be, or how he wants them to be maybe.

“Yes.” you said simply.

His eyes slide down to your own. You looked at him with pure truth in your eyes. He didn’t know how to respond, you were so sure about everything, like nothing scared you. Nothing seemed bothered you but how could that be true, How were you so perfect?

You smile softly and nuzzle your cheek into him and laced your fingers in his. “I love you Eddie, we have a whole future ahead of us and if you want to stay here, then I am more than happy to be by your side.” you say and give his shoulder a quick kiss. “And, if you want to leave, travel and find a better home then I will still be by your side. Forever and always Eddie.” You say everything with such a sweet and caring voice Eddie can't help but believe every word you say the moment they reach his ears.

“I love you so much.” he says, a grin growing across his face. “As long as every Christmas and every other holiday is spent with you, I'll be the luckiest man in the world.” he kisses the top of your head and leans into your warmth. “We have time right? Time to grow and plan a good future, right?” he asks again, needing one last bit of reassurance from you.

You smile, so big and bright that his heart aches and melts all at the same time. “We have time Eddie.”

It was the first Christmas spent together in your new home. A night spent by the Yule log and long talks about what the future could hold for you both.

Followed by a morning of back and shoulder pain from falling asleep on the couch with tangled in each other's limbs.

Thank you for reading and happy holidays!

#Stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine

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georgiapeach30513 · 11 months ago

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Peach, you're the best! Thank you for posting that amazing pasta art! (And thank you to the lovely artist who made it =)) - Mrs Pasta.

That being said...I have a few things to say. No words of wisdom, just some thoughts. Some people will disagree with my takes but if you're here reading it, read it carefully and really consider what I said before you disregard.

Every time something happens that gets a certain portion of fans excited that "it's coming to an end," it is nearly always (99.9) followed by something that completely disputes that hope and gets everyone angry, upset, and riled up. It's time to pick up on the patterns, guys!

Ramen and Soba attended the GG afterparty for Soba's agency but didn't show up for the red carpet or awards show. It's got some people thinking Ramen fell off on the HW hierarchy food chain but people. Please. Let's be honest with ourselves here. Did they not attend because he couldn't get an invite since he's "so irrelevant" now or did they not attend because them trying to act like they know each other in real time, for the camera, would be a feat harder than climbing Mt. Everest? Why else do y'all think Soba attended the GQ event with Cup of Noodles instead? You know, the one where she actually did pose for photos and walk the red carpet? And flash her loaned jewelry and "wedding ring" but refused to speak to reporters because she had nothing to promote? It's giving "a...weird face wife that will never do an interview" XD

Every time something happens that gives another portion of fans the chance to "gloat," something else happens to throw a wrench into the mix. You don't question why only one "director" got a random picture of soba and ramen in the same bowl but nobody else saw them? And they can only be mentioned in a throwaway line by a Condé Nast publication (Vogue, Vanity Fair, GQ) and neither Ramen nor Soba could spring for a stylist this time? Looks like somebody doesn't want to make that red carpet debut...but why not? Aren't y'all married for the 50th time in a year and also expecting for the 20th time in the past two years?

Lastly. Just because Ramen has had a few pitfalls this past year does not mean that suddenly he's dropped to C-D list and that he's completely irrelevant in the industry now. I understand having critical flops can hurt your career. Of course it can. And in fact, I'm sure these pitfalls have hurt him. But remember that just because someone is doing well now doesn't mean they'll always do well, and just because someone is having a rough few years doesn't mean they'll never get a comeback.

I'd also like to close with a reminder to those gloating on about how RDJ is doing better and Ramen is failing in life...RDJ was once a drug addict and ended up in jail. My parents still mention this about him every time they see him on TV....people do remember when the biggest news of his career was him getting arrested. Also, after Endgame? Does anyone remember Doolittle? 15% on rotten tomatoes had people thinking RDJ fell off. And then covid hit and he was just doing his own thing for a few years. Now look at him. Looks like that awards campaigning worked! Because no disrespect, Robert, but your Oppenheimer performance was lukewarm at best. IMO, You deserved it more for Tropic Thunder and I say that as someone who genuinely admires you.

I hope I didn't ruffle any feathers. It's just tiring to see people ignore certain things for the sake of running with a narrative.

Love ya, Peach!

Mrs. Pasta, thank you for gracing us with your presence twice today. I honestly, have nothing to add to this great observation. I was just talking about a lot of these points earlier with some mutual about a certain even with a super shiny watch 🤭 I honestly never thought about equating Katt’s words about weird faced wife that will never give an interview to this 😵‍💫 but your’e on to something there!

Looks like someone reached into the depths of their closet to try and scrounge up a look last week, but what do I know?

Mrs. Pasta, I always look forward to your takes and observations.

@inshelliesworld created some cute little Mrs. Pasta art 😊

#Mrs. Pasta

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blue-little-angel · 3 months ago

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Yooo, cloud! How are you doing? I hope well!

I was never a Fyozai shipper until I read your fics (OH MAH GAWWWD-) You've converted me LMAOO. Can I please request a fic of lee!Fyodor ler! Dazai (let's just assume the two aren't trying to kill each other, AU time baby XD). Honestly, just Dazai taking full advantage of the fact that he's the only one able to safely touch Fyodor by wreaking him until he's in happy tears. And Dazai's a bish, canonically, he is a bastard, so I can see him letting Fyodor go scramble away for like- 2 seconds before just pulling him back into his lap and going at it again. Honestly, reading BSD, I just need some fluff to recover XD. Feel free to decline and you have an awesome day!

HOPE YOUR DAY IS AS GREAT AS YOU ARE<3

NO WAY-

OhmygodNOWAY👹

Glad I made you appreciate a popular ship though, you can find a lot of stuff about those two

Also glad someone also sees Dazai as a bitchy bastard lmao

Fandom: BSD

Ler: Dazai Osamu (mention of lee!Dazai at the end)

Lee: Fyodor Dostoevsky (mention of ler!

Fyodor at the end)

Warning(s): tickling. Dazai and Fyodor are a whole Tw on their own-

Enjoy<3333

Dazai sighed dramatically as he flopped onto the couch in his and Fyodor's shared apartment. "Fyoooodooooor! DARLIIIIIIING??" he called in an exaggerated whine walking to the unfortunate man. "I'm boooored! Entertain me!"

Yes, truly an unfortunate man, he was, Fyodor peered at him from the corner, eyebrows furrowed in irritation below his disheveled purple bangs. "Must you be so loud?" he griped. "Some of us are trying to read."

Dazai grinned mischievously. "Aww, don't be like that dear. You know you love it when I annoy you~" Before Fyodor could respond, Dazai whipped out his phone. "Ooh, let's take a selfie! You look adorable right now~"

"No."

Undeterred, Dazai bounded over and flung an arm around Fyodor's shoulders, pressing their cheeks together as he held up the phone with his other hand. "Say cheese!"

Fyodor's eye twitched. "Dazai, I swear if you don't get off me this instant..."

The shutter clicked. "Too late! Now everyone can see how cute my grumpy boyfriend is." Dazai pulled back to admire his handiwork, only to yelp as a book suddenly flew at his head. He ducked just in time, cackling. "Missed me!"

"what a child" Fyodor huffed. Letting the suicidal stupidly pretty idiot (the rat's words) settle next to him.

Dazai sighed contentedly as he ran his fingers through Fyodor's soft hair, earning a rare purr of approval from the usually stoic man. "You're just even more adorable when you're not trying to kill me," he cooed, smirking when Fyodor half-heartedly swatted his hand away.

"Don't get cocky," Fyodor muttered, trying in vain to disguise the faint flush rising on his pale cheeks. He should have known better than to let his guard down around Dazai by this point.

As if on cue, Dazai's mischievous smirk widened. Before Fyodor could react, quick as a snake, Dazai jabbed his fingers into Fyodor's side. "Tickle attack!"

Fyodor yelped, nearly leaping out of his skin as surprised laughter burst unwillingly from his lips. "Dazai, no - ah! Stop!" He squirmed, swatting ineffectively at Dazai's wriggling fingers, but the hyperactive man had him pinned. The Russian merely thought about using his ability, but against Dazai, it was useless to even try and threaten.

"Aww, but your laugh is just too pretty!" Dazai cooed, mercilessly targeting Fyodor's most sensitive spots. Fyodor gasped for breath between bouts of hysterical giggles, tears already beading at the corners of his eyes.

Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, Dazai finally showed mercy and pulled back, sighing happily as Fyodor collapsed against the couch, flushed and panting. "There, don't you feel better now?"

"No more." he glared

"Fine, no more" the other smirked

No sooner had Fyodor stumbled away, gasping for breath, than Dazai pounced again, dragging him back into place. "Psych! I lied~" He dug his nails playfully into Fyodor's sides, grinning at the hysterical squeaks it elicited.

Yes, Dazai was absolutely ruthless in his quest to reduce Fyodor to a crying, giggling mess. But Fyodor found, to his mingled joy and dismay, that he didn't really mind one bit.

"Hehe, as ticklish as a little mouse~"

That was the last straw. With enough determination forced out of mingled frustration and embarrassment, Fyodor managed to blow a raspberry near his lover's collarbone, getting the tickly upper hand on Data who darting for the living room entrance in retreat. But Fyodor managed to be surprisingly faster- his arm shot out, wrapping around Dazai's slender waist to yank him unceremoniously back

"you were saying?"

"Let me go!" Dazai squawked, writhing like a panicked cat. But Fyodor made it his mission to get his revenge, and it wasn't like Fyodor to fail a mission

#tickle fic #boungo stray dogs #bsd tickle #anon #tickle fluff #ask box #lee!fyodor #ler!dazai #fyozai tickle #fyodor x dazai #fyozai

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hastalavistabyebye · 6 months ago

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Holos #3

Ao3 version

The four Marshals of the GAR were having a holo meeting with some of the High Generals, like they had regularly to coordinate the war efforts. Fox had sent his reports to one of the Jedi in advance, he very rarely could attend himself. General Mundi was stuck at the medbay, which meant Bacara was alone, this time. Neyo was only accompanied by General Allie. Ponds and Windu were currently leading a recon with their Lightning.

It was the perfect time to get back at his ori’vod for that last holocall they had with their training batch. It could also serve as a “thank you for not dying or something”. One blast, two clankers and all that.

Neyo briefly looked down at his comm and sent the proper message, before concentrating back on what Bly was saying (and waiting for Bacara’s reaction). Ideas to fix their problems for coordinating clean-up after a big battle, very interesting. Bacara was giving him the slight frown of judgment. Not important, he still checked his comm. Koon was giving some good insight.

There it is !

Bacara had frozen, just for a second, at the sight of the holovid Neyo sent him. When it finally reached his brain, he started coughing, trying as best he could to hide his reaction. And the slight blush shading his cheeks that was evident even through the holo’s blues. He promptly excused himself under the confused look of the five other people on the call and cut the sound of his comm while getting out of frame. Cody and Bly were exchanging very perplexed looks, while the three Jedi present were showing evident signs of worry. This was completely out of character for the marine.

Neyo was gloating under his perfect sabacc face. It was an even better reaction than everything he had hoped for.

Next to him, General Allie discreetly gave him a “what did you do ?” look, devoid of any judgment as always, just by simple curiosity. To which Neyo gave his best expression of “Nothing, sir”. It was a very good one, even for the high Vode standard. One of the best really. That only amused her, but she let the topic drop and started the conversation again. She knew better than to mingle into siblings’ maihem.

Neyo couldn’t have used that one video better. He was so glad he recorded Bacara’s reaction.

[A holocam recording from a trooper’s helmet, shaky from the vod's movements. After a few seconds it stabilized, as if they had stopped running, hidden behind covers, and focused on a trooper with Commander Ponds’ markings. He’s standing on a droid tank, firing down on the clankers around him with one hand while throwing a grenade inside the tank with the other. Without waiting a second, he’s jumping away from the tank, still firing on the B1s to clear his path. He swiftly lands in a roll before getting back on his feet and starts running back into the conflict. An explosion lights up the horizon behind him.

Out of frame, someone, Commander Neyo, is chuckling. He can be heard shouting “Show off !” before the recording cuts off.]

Inspired by the tags on some of my other ficlets for those two, from @whiskygoldwings (who reminded me that yes, Bacara would very much like Ponds' competency) and @clonemando (who gave me the idea for an inappropriately timed video message. Even if it was about Bacara sending Ponds a hilarious gif of a frog flopping down a hill in the middle of a meeting... Hope you don't mind the creative liberty I took xD)

Because I do in fact absolutely love all of you guys comments on my ficlets and will take inspiration from them (it's a threat). (So yes please don't hesitate to send ideas my way.)

#i most likely could have done better with this one #but i wrote it late and i think it's fun #so let's keep neyo being a little brotherTM like that #commander neyo #commander bacara #commander ponds #stass allie #ponds/bacara #ficlet #sw #tcw #writing #cloneshipping #hi tumblr void #pondscara cinematic universe

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dokidokitsuna · 28 days ago

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Hey, have you watched the anime "senki zesshou symphogear"?

It's a very great magical girl anime and if you haven't watched it yet you definitely should! I think you would like it.

...This has got to be a trick. ^^; You already know, don't you?? I can't remember talking about anything remotely similar to Symphogear lately...I mean, unless you just really like the anime and want to recommend it to everyone, in which case 🆗

Anyway, short answer: Yes, I have. ^^

Long answer: I used to be a Symphogear SUPERFAN. I watched all 5 seasons of the anime and the OVAs, I read the S1 companion manga (and did some panel recolors~); I archived the whole S1 soundtrack, I memorized all the girls' activation songs, and I was an active contributor and later a translator on the FANDOM wiki. If the new people haven't completely rewritten everything, you can probably still find a few of my articles there. I focused mainly on episode summaries and the introductory blurbs for the XD Unlimited mobile game events. I'm pretty sure my song translations have all been edited out, unfortunately...=_=

Anyway, I also used to review the series as it aired on my DeviantArt account. ^^ It was a big part of my life for a while there, and I still keep tabs on it occasionally...nothing's really been happening lately, though. Even the mobile game is shut down at this point...I really hope all their recent attempts to keep the hype alive are actually leading up to something, because if not...I mean, either do something new with the series or just let it die gracefully, y'know?

Like, instead of getting normal promotional things-- merch drops, pop-up cafes, sponsorship collabs-- we're getting DJ shows and chiptune remixes (that weren't even that good...) with pretend videogame visuals...it's making me suspicious. If we're gonna do this, the 'cinematic production' they're talking about better be good. I don't want 90 minutes of 'grown-up Hibiki with long hair reminisces about her earlier missions (so we can fill the runtime with flashbacks)'...because if they do that and it flops, they're not gonna recoup the money they're spending on these...things, and then the series really WILL die. Sadly and un-gracefully...

...It probably shows that I have a complex relationship with the franchise. ^^; I have seen Symphogear at its best and its worst; I have loved it at times and I have hated it at times. I agree that it's a high-quality anime...unfortunately, I think a large part of the reason that I kinda fell off it is because its final few episodes were some of the most disappointing. I loved Season 5, but they really didn't have any creative ideas for the actual end of the series and by golly it showed. ^^;;; Left a bad taste in my mouth that remains to this day.

Because of that, if I ever do talk about it again-- maybe after that 'cinematic production' finally releases-- it's gonna be with a critical lens. Symphogear deserves its flowers for its consistently beautiful animation, A+ character design and action-packed story...but it also has a lot of problems that I've never seen anyone mention. Like its bad habit of "redeeming" villains with deathbed gestures...or its occasionally sloppy handling of trauma (*cough* tomato metaphor *cough*) that honestly got progressively sloppier over the course of the series. How do you start with Tsubasa's and Chris's incredible character arcs and end with Maria thanking her mother for abusing her...? o_O

Also, and this is a big one: there's a lot of fanservice, some of it honestly NSFW, and a some of it actively detrimental to the story. I don't mind bath scenes and pool scenes during the casual moments of the story, but I do mind gratuitous boob jiggles during the hyper-serious final boss fight. T_T Pick a tone, please. To Symphogear's credit, it handles its fanservice with a rare level of maturity-- now that I think about it, there's a lot of nudity in the series too, but they tend to do it so tastefully I never thought to point it out. But that means when it DOES start doing more immature stuff I can't really forgive it...like, come on; you're better than this.

^I say all of that because if any of you read this ask and want to check out the anime that changed my brain chemistry, you deserve to know beforehand. I really hate how when people talk about anime they only ever say "its good, it's really good!" without addressing anything that happens in it that might be uncomfortable or triggering (Symphogear is included there, just FYI: most of the abuse the characters have suffered is offscreen (like Chris being sex trafficked as a child) but it does get brought up, and you will see a bit of it occasionally). It's gotten to the point where I simply don't trust people when they recommend anime anymore; even if it's something as simple as having really excessive fanservice (for example: Mai-Hime. Great premise, fun characters, interesting story. Not watching it again, tho) I know they're not going to mention it. They never do.

As anime slowly becomes more mainstream, though, I'm hoping that culture is going to change. Action anime in particular routinely handles heavy, sensitive topics with graphic visuals, and not wanting to be surprised by that doesn't make you a 'tourist' or whatever they're calling people these days. Content warnings harm no one; they only help.

#anyway I welcome any future Symphogear asks #or any anime asks in general ^^#I don't watch much these days but I sure as hell used to #anything even remotely magical-girl related from the 2010s #I probably at least have an opinion on

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k-looking-glass-house · 8 months ago

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Seeing that the inspiration for the new event might be a certain fashion house, I got an idea that's been making me laugh.

Vil, of course, is handling all of this like the professional model he is. He knows what he looks great in, and picks appropriate pieces.

Azul and Jamil are thoroughly enjoying their experience getting styled. Azul's already a sharp dresser, and is basking in his elevated choices. Jamil is loving getting the chance to feel spoiled, and is enjoying the opportunity to indulge himself.

And Ace is just a lil' disappointed that he doesn't get these:

... seriously. Look me in the eyes and tell me he's not a shorts-socks-and-slides kind of boy.

Oh Hi Nette!! How are you??? I read that you were sick...hope you are doing better? How are also the little kittens??

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Nette..

Netteeeeeeeeee that event thaaaat evennnnt I can't no moreeee!!

Yes...that so famous fashion house... I should have seen the hinnnt....

Because I was all time OMG NRC!Vil is wearing Guc*i!!!

Loooook here Nette!!!!

I all time wanted to talk about fashion in Twisted Wonderland and inspiration ...but well.... I am scarred people would not like it.....

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Anywayyyy!!

Haha!! Yes Vil is the pro, the icon, the moment, the Queen!!!

Azul and Jamil are truly a big surprise.... But I am not complaining since Azul has a very classic formal let's put all the best taste in the glasses fashion-sense, and Jamil....he deserves to be more spoiled ...to show us his beautifuuul hairs!!!!!

Ace is seriously the MC otome game, all time here for the best outfit xD!!! (That little, little spoiled baby bro brat)

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Nette....

Yes I am LOOKING YOU in the eyes... He definitely he's....

He brought back some at Heartslabyul dorm...

Fashion hearrrrt beaaamm attack!!

(I can't draw real pattern so let's make fake one...)

YOU MADE ME LAUGH SO HARRRRD!!

xD because I only approved socks with slippers like the Gucci socks association (wear fashion noticable sock/stocking...I mean it...it's so great)...In this kind of fashion sense..... Talk to someone who can't walk in split flip flop...

ALSOOOO PLEASEEEEE LITTLE ONE AROUND THE WORRRLLLD...

I beg you....and your feet and back too....Don't wear that except if you have specific socks with cut section.... BUT THAAAT

Cass' can't walk in that...even without socks lol, my feet runaway, slide away like butter....... If you can...You have my respect!!!

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PERIOD..... Don't......xD You will hurt your backbone (the nurse talking) more than any heels (the fashion enjoyer talking)... and....just don't...

Ask Crewel....

Maybe don't ask him actually....

Haha again thanks Nette, it was a good laugh and a funny good headcanonnnn!!!!

Take care!!!!

#kanswers #asuuuuu beamuuu attackuuuu #don't judge my tag.....I'm part of ignihyde ok....#nette you're awesome haha #k fashion point

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sergeantnarwhalwrites · 6 months ago

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Cosma and Greeter

So I had an idea XD. I like some parts more than others. These two are from the hiatus-d story. And arguably a little different from the source material but I don't give a fuck. I'm brain dead like hell overwatch and job applications took my soul and I just let it.

Tag list: @outpost51 @nanashi23 @winterandwords @jezifster @kk7-rbs @aether-wasteland-s @dumbthunder @manathen @the-void-writes @livums (Let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist!)

Cw: Suggestive

Cosma ran her fingers over the overgrowth of the once cleanly shaven parts of her head. Scratching at an imagined itch with barely there nails. A spare blade in her hand, freshly sharpened a couple times over in her hesitation. She’d go red in embarrassment explaining herself if her skin weren’t already a deep red of the bitter fruit a crew member had threatened her over for eating.

She knew Greeter would’ve taken the blade by now. Slashed haphazardly at her hair, drawing blood when Cosma flinched in her tight grasp. And scolding her in that voice that bounced off of every surface with ease as she dabbed at the blood with her strong hands. Commanding that Cosma lick the blood off of her fingers. ‘So none of the blood’s wasted. Supplies are low until the next raid.’ Her face twisted as she imagined it. Feeling the minor twitch at the corner of her mouth.

An uneven breath struggled to carry her worries. Taking the blade as close to the scalp as she could, she began to cut in short bursts. Slowly clearing away the hair block by block until she could see color peaking through. She dusted the hair off the blade with the tattered fabric she had draped over her shoulders and submerged it into one of the medicated solutions in the room. Cleaning up the cut until the pigment devoted to her false idol was visible again. Lazy swirls of violet and green exposed.

Chewing on her tongue as she repeated the process on the other side of her head. Keeping her ponytail in its binding. She dipped her hand into the same cup she had placed the blade in, running her hand through the relatively short mohawk left remaining. Allowing it to flop pathetically.

“You still mourning over hair you didn’t need?” Greeter called through the door, then swinging it open without invitation.

“It’s not the hair,” Cosma replied occupying herself with cleaning the blade distractedly.

Greeter’s nostrils flared, grinning a bit goofily. Cosma had always thought it was from her underbite. Maybe it was the canines that showed themselves off far more proudly than usual. They had always looked prettier bloody than in the room’s lights. Something about the light glinting off was far more imposing.

“Your holy tattoos are relics to a dead idiot. Who cares? At least they’re cool.” Greeter failed to hold in a laugh when pinpricked pupils focused on her.

“I killed my own god,” Cosma said.

“We killed a monster. Something in our way.” Greeter corrected.

Cosma slipped the blade into a holster at her side. Not having her crossed harness over her chest. Neither did Greeter. They wouldn’t need them for the fights they’d get into tonight.

“I watched it breathe its last breath with your dagger in its primary heart. Like I hadn’t called to it and thanked it for letting me kill its rivals.”

“That thing was no deity. The only thing holy about it was how it tasted.” Greeter wiped the drool dribbling down her chin with the back of her hand, “I warned you about getting attached to those monsters. I never thought you’d be so easy.”

Cosma’s palm met Greeter’s nose. Making the woman tense in surprise at the hit. Shoving the woman’s face away from her as she smiled dryly. She squeezed through the gap she had made, sure to shove her elbow into Greeter’s side along the way. A little more agitated that the grunt of pain didn’t make her feel as better as she thought it would.

“You don’t wear the mark of someone you’ve devoted your life to.”

Greeter let a silence build, tossing back the cup of medicated whatever the fuck, spitting the hair into the empty cup. She rubbed her somewhat aching nose with the palm of her hand, snorting. She waited until Cosma’s back bumped into the wall, releasing a metal frame, bound together with stray bandages and hardware stolen from the forge of their old crew. The sound of Cosma shaking out the rollout briefly filling the silence.

Greeter tilted her head down a protruding canine catching the collar. She tugged her head up both piercing the material and lifting it. Exposing an expanse of dark red skin, scars, and graying hair. Not as silvery as the hair on her head.

“Then you spit in my face as a soldier.”

Cosma grunted at Greeter’s statement watching as Greeter slowly approached. Cosma only distinguished it from prowling by the way she kept her hands within her wrappings. Greeter watched Cosma’s eyes dip to follow the sinking fabric exposing her hips. Greeter’s hands purposefully dragging it down a bit further. Her forehead wrinkled at a brief thought as she grabbed the rollout from Cosma. Placing it cautiously on the frame, sure to put the more worn part on Cosma’s side.

“And you spit in my face as your crew member and essentially second in command. Or is assistant better?” Cosma continued rubbing a hand over the gray hair on her muscled arms, “This scar I got when one of those standard issue blades from our old crew broke and flew straight at me.”

Greeter reached over the rollout, grabbing Cosma’s hand. She ran the other fighter’s hand over a crooked scar on Greeter’s arm. Attempting to grin around her canines at the rough pads of Cosma’s fingers.

Greeter guided Cosma’s hand to a spot between her ribs, “And this one is from one of our missions together. We both got stabbed even though I was trying to block it.”

Greeter and Cosma’s hands moved in unison to Greeter’s still covered thigh. Greeter reached beneath the fabric with her free hand. Undoing a knot before unwinding the cloth around her thigh. Cosma and Greeter’s hand rested on top of another scar, pretty clean looking in comparison to others scattered across her body.

“And this one is when you stabbed me—” Greeter laughed, finding herself snorting a little, “When you were drugged more than the beasts in containment. Think I’ve proven my point?”

Cosma rolled her eyes, running her thumb along Greeter’s inner thigh, “Thanks for the devotion.”

“I’m way better than some fake god. Show me some devotion.”

Cosma’s hand wandered until a pleased grumble of praise fell from Greeter’s lips.

“You’re no better than a ‘fake god.’” Cosma smiled dryly feeling the twitch of muscle in Greeter’s leg when she tightened her grip, “You’re ruining the moment.”

“We’ve—” Greeter hesitated then, but only for a moment, “—Mingled together after worse conversations. Worse states. Stenches. All that stuff. A little honesty taking away the spark?”

“What makes you so much better? You still cave to rough hands working over you like any other.”

“So you’re saying your false idols never got any. Whatever. That’s not why I’m better. I’m better because of how many I’ve killed. How much of their blood I’ve tasted.”

Cosma would take the smile as mockery if the woman’s eyes weren’t glazing over. She worked the woman roughly, focusing her irritation on a body that could handle it. Irritated further at Greeter’s tongue lolling out of her mouth lazily, demonstrating just what her tongue had done. She’d probably do the same to Cosma if she said the right thing. Even exposed the woman had fucking audacity and in the hands of a woman who had also killed. Though Cosma could only handle Greeter’s opinions for so long, she wouldn’t allow another to annoy her so easily.

“Don’t know if that counts.”

Greeter bit down on her tongue for a moment. Head tilted to the side as she egged Cosma’s hand on. A slow roll of her hips as she growled. Either for the stubbornness or the pleasure she craved. Cosma didn’t know but the idea of either did amuse her. She let Greeter’s hand toss the fabric over her shoulders aside.

“Not important. Move your hand faster.” Greeter said beneath her breath, “Getting rid of obstacles is a part of having your own crew. Just because some ‘diety’ is dead doesn’t mean you can’t still respect it.”

Greeter’s fingers followed the swirls on Cosma’s head lazily. Permanent. She could always try scarring over it but it was more work than it was worth. She praised Cosma at the urgency she followed the request.

“I don’t have enough respect for the whole squad.”

“As if it matters. You probably still mumble under your breath to that bastard anyway.”

“And you’re somehow still talking.”

Greeter rolled her eyes but didn't fully dismiss the statement either. She lifted Cosma's face, placing a kiss between her eyes. Careful not to jab Cosma with her teeth. Cosma focused on the fellow soldier leaning more into her touch. Smiling when Greeter put her mouth to better use. Letting her glinting canines trail along a few of Cosma’s scars.

#writeblr #random writes #long post #Lol Greeter's a little gross I love that for her #I didn't spend a lot of time specializing dialogue I just didn't know how for these two #It is 3:45 am here fuck me #I'll reblog this at a more normal time I promise

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presidentroarie · 1 year ago

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Sophitz Week Day 1: Human AU

ft. Deaf!Fitz

Normally I'd put this on my writing blog, but sophitz week gets it everywhere. Written in a rush for yesterday and then I fell asleep, don't judge it too hard XD. I will be continuing and updating it (maybe ao3?)

Sophie sat in the second row in her second period class: Algebra 2. It wasn't exactly a great start to her first day, but that meant that her classes could only get better from there.

“Alright, students, let's take attendance!” Sir Faxon said. “There's only twenty two of you of you, so this should be quick.�� He went down the list, and each of the first nineteen people raised their hands. “Fitz Vacker!”

No one raised their hand. “Fitz?” He asked again, and people started looking around.

There was a boy who sat three seats down from her who hadn’t raised his hand. It seemed he was looking at something on his desk. They almost looked like a set of light bulbs.

Sir Faxon started and hit the button on his desk. One of the bulbs on the boy's desk lit up.

The boy looked up to the front and raised his hand.

“Sorry Fitz,” Sir Faxon annunciated sheepishly. “I entirely forgot. It's good to meet you.”

The boy—Fitz—held up the okay sign, partnered with an easygoing smile to show he meant it. Then he signed something else: he put his left thumb toward his chest and moved his hand between him and Sir Faxon, his right pointer finger aimed at him. Sophie didn't know much ASL, but she guessed it meant something like You too.

Sir Faxon finished attendance and smiled. “Well class, it's nice to see some familiar faces from our Algebra 1 class a couple years ago. To those of you who didn't have me, it's nice to meet you.” He gave them a moment of silence before continuing, “Now I know the first day is stressful, so for today's class, I'm going to allow you to talk to each other. Just don’t be too loud about it, or I'll have to hear about it from Magnate Leto.”

The room immediately started switching seats with each other to get closer to their friends.

Dex, who was sitting in front of her, turned his chair around and flopped over on her desk. “Math second period? I'm gonna die.”

Sophie just nodded her affirmative. Her eyes flicked to the boy—Fitz.

He was reading a book, his teal eyes scanning the pages intently. Every once in a while, he must've read something funny, because he’d get a small smile from the corner of his mouth.

His cola hair and bronze skin made his eyes pop when he turned to look at her.

Sophie gave him a shy smile, slightly blushing from having been caught staring. and waved.

Fitz waved back with the same smile he'd had while reading.

Dex shoved Sophie's shoulder, and she turned her head back to glare at him. “What was that for?”

“Saving you,” he responded. “You've been staring so long at the deaf kid that he noticed.”

“First off, his name is Fitz, calling him the deaf kid is rude. Secondly, I was trying to see what book he was reading.”

Dex snorted. “More like you were trying to see his butt.”

Sophie went bright red. “Okay, was I noticing that he's cute, objectively? Yeah, sure. But he's not my type.”

“He's exactly your type,” Dex rebutted. “I mean, I get it. He's hot. But you don't usually oogle."

“Shut up,” she said, collecting her stuff. The bell rang, and Sophie nodded at Dex before making her way to Study Hall. Seeing the blonde girl in the back row, she snagged the seat beside her. “Marella!”

“Hey to you too,” Marella said. "What do you want?"

“Oh what? I'm not allowed to be glad to see you?” Sophie asked.

“No, but I'm assuming since we came in together with Dex this morning and you weren't so jovial, you have something to talk about. So spill.”

Sophie glanced around the room. Other than the teacher, whose face was stuck behind a book, everyone had headphones in and were doing work on their computers or were on their phones. She leaned in conspiratorially. “Okay, have you had a class with Fitz Vacker?”

“Oh,the deaf guy?” Marella asked.

“His name is Fitz.”

“I was just checking! Yeah, he's in European History with me first period. Elodie Musker and her posse were drooling all over him until they realized he was deaf. Lady Dara lit into them about it after class."

"Good for her. What the fuck is wrong with them?"

“Thats a long list. So, what were you going to say about him?” Marella asked.

Sophie blushed. “Oh, I just wanted to see if you knew anything about him. You know, normal stuff.”

Marella squinted at her. "Like what?”

Sophis shrugged, blushing slightly. “Like, just whatever you know. I'm curious.”

“Alright, you never ask me for gossip about anybody. Do you like him? Because I dont know if he has a partner, or even if he's interested in anyone."

“No!” Sophie said. “I dont know him. And that's the problem. How is it that I've never seen him before? What's the deal?” When Marella side eyed her, she gave her back puppy eyes. “Please?”

Marella sighed. “Okay, okay. I don't know much to be honest. I know that his parents are pretty rich and that they're really well-known. His dad is Alden Vacker.”

“Who?”

“Alden Vacker? The guy who used to date Governor Alina? He's a stockbroker.”

“Oh, that's cool I guess. So his family is a bunch of rich people?”

“Basically. I know he has an older brother who graduated a few years back and is now overseas in Germany, and his little sister Biana is our age. Fitz is the only one who's deaf. So maybe his family had him homeschooled.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Sophie said. “Okay, that's a good start.” She pulled out her phone and began typing away into the search bar.

"Sophie, where is this going?"

"I'm gonna talk to him. "

“You don't know sign language.”

“But I can learn. Honestly, I should've earlier. It's not like there aren't deaf people all over the country.”

"Hmm," Marella said.

“Anyways,” Sophie said casually. “What's this year’s plan to get Linh Song’s attention?”

“Oh shut it,” Marella grumbled.

“You mean you've got nothing?” Sophie teased. When Marella grumbled more, Sophie said, “How about you just ask her out?”

“No, no,” Marella sighed. “It's okay, I'll think of something."

They spent the rest of the class period researching ASL, or stewing in Marella's case, until the bell rang, signaling lunch time. Sophie determined she would ignore Fitz for the rest of the day until she got home so she could practice some ASL and be back Monday, ready to try.

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Of course, life decided to put her in the same 5th period AP Bio class and the 6th period lab. But she managed to stay focused on the task at hand and only glanced at him a few times, thankfully without being caught.

At the end of the class, Sophie walked up to the teacher. “Hey Elwin,” she said. “Long time no see.”

“What do you want?” Elwin said with an eye roll. “It better not be asking me why I'm not in the Healing Center.”

“Oh, not at all!” Sophie assured him. “Just wanted to ask if you could wait until Monday to make up lab partners.”

“What are you up to?”

“Nothing. Just asking.”

Elwin just shook his head. “Alright, I'll wait until Monday.”

“Thank you! Okay, gotta go, bye Elwin see ya tomorrow!” She stopped in the doorway. "Actually, why aren't you in the Healing Center?"

"I saw you on the AP Bio list and figured I could keep an eye on your accident prone self," Elwin teased.

Sophie stuck her tongue out at him and laughed when he did it back. The second bell rang, and Sophie said, "Shit, gotta go. See ya!"

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Life gave her another shock when she walked in 8th period to find a worksheet on their assigned desks with another name on the top.

Tiergan said, "Yes, yes, welcome back, pupils. I thought today I'd make it easier than in the past and do a simple 'Getting to Know you' worksheet. Now, your partner's name is written at the top, and it's up to you to find them and ask them their questions. You can not trade partners, and at the end of class, you and your partner will be sitting next to each other in your new assigned seats. If you do the assignment, you get a 100. Don't, and you get a zero. If your partner isn't here, ask me your questions so you can get a grade. Sound good?"

Sophie read the name at the top of her paper three times. Fitz Vacker.

Well, shit. Hopefully, she'd researched enough during lunch, with no help from Dex and Marella, to be able to answer and ask the questions.

They found each other towards the back of the room and sat, staring at each other for a minute.

Finally, Sophie couldn't take it. She waved before rubbing a closed fist over her chest a couple circles and then holding it up, flicking her fingers behind her a little. Hi. Sorry for before.

Fitz looked confused. He tapped the side of his head gently before rolling two pointer fingers around in front of his chest and splitting them apart, laying them out. You know sign language?

She paused a moment, trying to figure out how to sign what she meant. Finally, she signed, Reading? Yes. Signing? No, but trying.

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Leaving it here for later

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moonstone27ls · 2 years ago

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Unicorn Warriors Eternal ep 4

Sooooo... THAT happened.

THat by which was the most screwed up love rectangle/triangle?.... Love mess. Reincarnations man (glad they didn’t go that route with Avatar XD). Point is... okay so its established the Lady Fox/or kitsune is basically the evil they fight, TIME and time again. The fight scenes were good.

Whats getting old is this love mess. I can’t call it a love shape because technically Edred isn’t really after Emma. He wants his Melinda. Emma...is at most confused I think that whole scene was cute and I think she actually felt chemistry which again brings up to point.... since Melinda/Edred are reincarnated TIME and time again... have these two made their carnations (or caused) them to reproduce offspring together? I say that because the last episode clarified it sorta... we only saw “2″ or our three... so it would be correct to assume Edred’s incarnation (unless born a woman) had children with Melinda’s.

Part of me is annoyed with Emma. But I say part, because again the Creator stated that this is focusing on Emma’s arc. Adult me knows that... but also me wants to say “EMMA IF YOU ARE HAVING ANGSTS AT LEAST TALK ABOUT IT”. She’s been vocal about everything else the “I don’t wanna do this”, the “I’ve got two mes”. Fine I get that then just admit to your team that you are afraid to fully use your powers. Edred I get why she’s refraining... but I want to assume she’s on a better familiarity with Seng/Alfie and the robot. Gahhh I feel more would get done if this show was longerXD.

But its minor with Emma so I’m not entirely annoyed... what I’m getting annoyed with is the love mess. I admit the jealous side of Edred was not the most ... I’ll just be honest I hate love drama it ruins a character, so it makes it less enjoyable. Watching Edred/Winston fight over Emma/Melinda was veryyyy annoying and I almost wonder why she didn’t smack them both and go “I’M NOT PROPERTY”

But having said that... I do get why Edred is having trouble accepting this. Like Melinda they’ve been use to just being in control. Their incarnations have never talked back/or their lives never got in the way. So that much I understand... buttttt also Edred yeah you were a little harsh on Emma/Melinda in regards to her powers. And I feel even if that was technically Emma mad, he’s seen that look from Melinda. But again he went about it wrong, instead of actually talking/or apologizing he attempted to flirt with what he thought was his lover.

Then we get to Winston... I’m not gonna lie he’s annoying the hell out of me. Yes, yes, adult me and bigger picture he’s concerned for Emma. But COME ONNNN. That fight was literally over towns there is NO WAY he kept up that long. That was annoyingly cartoonish how he popped up out of no where. “Oh I followed you”... Me: BULLSHIT, you are not that fast and several things almost killed people.

Its not that I hate Winston its just his character does NOTHING for the story or Emma other than going “I love you”. If I thought he had SOME form of Sherlock Holmes fighting skill then maybe I could let it go. But he’s like reverse damsel in distress. He ALWAYS gets in the way. And like Edred, he’s also pushing Emma. He’s like “LEAVE”, “She can’t fight”. I’m like dude, BIGGER PICTURE GOING ON.

Winston’s character seems to flip/flop in regards to all the crazy shit going on. I admit it was kinda.. racist/or xenophobic(I dunno the PC terms in regards to supernatural creatures) how he kept making fun of Edred for being elf. Yes one could argue he doesn’t believe in magic. But again thats were the flip/flop comes in. If he’s been following Emma since the hospital... then he should have seen the POSSESSED statues, a LITERAL fox lady, his FIANCE and EDRED floating, ALFIE IS LITERALLY FADING AWAY! What more do you want? The hand of God to slap you and go “Buddy its real, get over it”.

Just haaahh Winston is so literally annoying. I would rather him go “I’ll wait for you”(cause again we don’t know what happens after the incarnations defeat the fox) or get some sense smacked into them that they HAVE to fight. But he literally brings nothing to the table and I’m so tired of him.

And whether Edred likes it. He’s fueled him to follow them more (which I get, again its Emma. Edred/Melinda are just technically spirits). But because Winston literally does NOTHING/and... looking at how he couldn’t even knock down the robot its fair to say he’s useless in a fight. He’s gonna get in the way or worse killed. I don’t want dummy dead, just out of the way 8B. Go and sit tea and wait for her dummy. Her parents are and thats her parents, they want their daughter back but I think that last quote her father said... it meant something. He knew it was something out of their hands.

Anything else.. a part of me wishes the Russian guy did take over Edred for a moment... or that Emma would talk to Alfie. Let her get some sense she’s not completely alone. I get the development will be solely focused on Melinda/Emma ... but it would be nice for the others to have some as well. See the trio bond together. Well four counting the robot.

EXTRA NOTE:: Because I forgot to add this. Whether its Melinda/Edred talking to Emma... I think they all do just need to talk. Admit into their humanity... what to I mean by that... I admit they’ve made mistakes. I admit thats another problem Edred is acting like a teacher. Which isn’t bad... whats bad is that he forgets this isn’t Melinda(fully?o3o). I mean yeah Alfie was as shocked. But Alfie kinda had his own thing(and again Emma isn’t voicing her anxieties, back to focus sorry). Edred and them need to remember that Emma/and probably Alfie(he hasn’t done much yet except make the mistake of trusting that fox plus he’s what I assume a child, .... I think? He was on a rival team against Winston’s ... so how old is he?oO) are not perfect. And although they’ve had CENTURIES of training. I don’t fully believe Edred and Melinda were born naturally gifted. I feel they both made mistakes and they both trained to control their abilities.

#unicorn warriors eternal

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teecupangel · 2 years ago

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Thoughts on the new chapter of the web comic of ac black flag?

Thank you so much for the previous response!

(I'm glad you enjoyed our rants hahahaha)

So, I forgot to add this in the first post but if you’d like to read the official English version of the webtoon, here you go.

As for my thoughts on the first chapter, here’s the post.

Before I rant about Chapter 2, I need to talk about this:

“Hey, Abstergo, how bad did Devil of the Carribean flop that Noa doesn’t know Edward Kenway??? Did it not get a Korean release???”

It’s this guy, Noa!

He’s in the freaking trailer!!!

youtube

Okay that’s the most forgivable 'oversight' they've done so far since, you know, it did flop so maybe it didn’t get an international release. Hey, maybe it’s a ‘so bad it’s good’ kind of cult classic by now XD

Let’s get on with me overanalyzing this webtoon.

Now, I’m going to assume you meant Chapter 2 as it’s the latest free chapter in Webtoons but, for those who didn’t know, they already have more chapters up that can be unlocked. I would suggest that you wait for the free chapters instead if you’re still unsure if you’d like to keep reading the webtoon or, you know, follow Captain Edward Kenway’s footsteps after being privateer didn't pan out XD

Okay, so let’s talk about Chapter 2… (and this may be disjointed and absolutely out of order)

First of all:

Adéwalé is mentioned!!!

It would be fun if he gets some screentime on this one, maybe save Edward some time or another.

Same, my man. Same.

Edward is also searching for a lost city in the IndoChina area, supposedly a city of the Isus, and part of the Khmer Kingdom.

Considering Khmer Kingdom was a Hindu-Buddhist empire, Isus based on Hindu gods (or an interpretation of already existing Isus seen as Hindu gods) could become vital to the story (or just a cameo).

There’s also info about missing ships and I’m betting this is connected to the lost city in some way.

If this is a case of Tomb Raider Yamatai’s defense mechanism though… come on, Ubisoft. (It’s also possible it’s those masked dudes but my bet is the Yamatai defense mechanism type)

Okay. I have a problem with this one…

So… I don't think we have confirmation if he has already married Tessa Kenway in this one but is Edward fully embracing that he’s British and not, you know, Welsh? Like, is this the vibe we’re going for here? Or are we going for “Welsh is part of Britain” type of deal and Edward is just calling himself British because, sure, yeah, okay, that’s how people around here know him as? Also, everyone thinks he’s British because of his accent but he’s Welsh in my ears (and maybe it’s not as thick as Catrin-Mai Huw’s Nia but it’s at least around the ballpark of Aimee-Ffion Edwards’ Mio so yeah, he sounds Welsh to me). (To be fair, he was a privateer under the British Crown so maybe this is just me pushing my headcanon that he’s proud to be Welsh).

THE MOST IMPORTANT PART THAT IS MOST PROBABLY JUST MEANT TO BE A REFERENCE:

I’ve talked about this in the other post before BUT this is most definitely a reference to the temple underneath Alamut. Now, Alamut isn’t in Syria but I’m going to think better of everyone who had a hand in this webtoon and assume that this is not a mistake but a hint that they’re starting to look into it but don’t know the exact location so they’re starting in Syria where the seat of power of the Levantine Brotherhood was. Also, it was Edward who found the temple so this serves as a nodnodwinkwink that they’re not going to find anything and Edward would have to check it himself later on… probably. I don’t know anymore with Ubisoft.

Additional Notes for the other chapters because goddamn it, I wanna talk about some of these already. Primarily, THREE THINGS!

ONE: EDWARD’S EYES GLOW WHEN HE USES THE EAGLE VISION

And since this is supposed to be canon, it means Eagle Vision making people’s eyes glow when it’s activated is canon! I feel so validated for my headcanon.

Although it looks more red than gold but I’m still going to keep describing the glow as gold because fuck Ubisoft, I'll write what I want XD

TWO: The implication of the name Shimazu

The lead of the whole ‘let’s abduct this dude and force him to relive Edward’s memories instead of paying him and make him believe it’s for a new game!’ plot is supposed to be this ‘Shimazu’ Sei although the quotation brings into question if she is truly related to the actual Shimazu Clan, it could just be a case of the whole ‘there’s no real evidence that she has Shimazu ancestry but yeah, she actually does’ thing.

So if we go by the idea that the Shimazu Clan is part of the Templar Order, this brings up some insight to the possible Templar activity in Japan because:

The Shimazu Clan is descended from the Minamoto Clan which are pretty much composed of members of the Japanese imperial family that have been removed from the line of succession or taken out of the family itself and became nobles instead. The Shimazu Clan’s Templar ‘roots’ may stem from their exclusion to what they may consider to be their birthright.

The Shimazu Clan’s ancestor is Minamoto no Yoritomo who is the brother of probably the most famous of the Minamoto brothers, Minamoto no Yoshitsune. Why is Yoshitsune famous? He’s known as one of the legendary heroes in Japanese history (although a lot may have been exaggerated at this point) and the Shimazu Clan’s ancestor Yoritomo is sometimes portrayed as going against him which, if Yoritomo is part of the Templar Order/Order of the Ancient, might imply that Yoshitsune was an ally of the Hidden Ones or something similar. (Historically though, they were allies but that might be the whole 'the Templars have muddled the truth' kind of deal)

The Shimazu Clan having Templar ties is also important because they were part of the Western Army in the Battle of Sekigahara which is another nod to AC lore of the Tokugawa Clan and the Eastern Army being allies with the Brotherhood during that time. There was no mention that the Western Army were Templars or Templar allies but, if this ‘Shimazu’ Sei does turn out to be an actual descendant of Clan Shimazu then this would imply the possibility that some (if not most or all) of the Western Army were either Templars or allied with the Templars.

THREE: Edward fighting shinobi-looking fellas

This gives the vibe that he’s fighting rogue/turncoats Assassins from the Japanese Brotherhood as most shinobis we know of were affiliated with the Brotherhood. I say ‘most’ because the Templars have employed a kunoichi before and Fuuma Kotaro seemed to not be affiliated with the Assassins or the Templars from what I read. So… yeah, might just be shinobis employed by the Shimazu clan as they have said or might be rogue/turncoats Assassins and ‘Shimazu’ Sei is meant to be their descendants. Maybe even both???

Not a mistake but I had assumed that the way of speaking of the characters was a translation choice but this (btw, this isn’t the official translation):

The Japanese line isn’t bad or unreadable/not understandable (and the English translation is not entirely correct which I assumed they translated from the Korean line that was included below the Japanese line) but it’s not exactly in accordance with the time period. Remember how Edward would say ‘Jay-sus!’ instead of ‘Jesus’ in Black Flag? Or how they speak in certain ways that we don’t use anymore? It’s similar to this considering that this was in 1724~25.

Maybe it’s because I watched a lot of Japanese period dramas but

目撃者を殺す

is too plain in my ears. The literal translation of this is “kill the witness” not “kill the witnesses”.

For a shinobi like this, I feel that translating “kill the witnesses” should be more like this:

すべての目撃者全滅する

That would translate to “Annihilating all eyewitnesses” which has more gravitas.

The more complete line would be “すべての目撃者を全滅する” but it’s more natural at times to remove particles when speaking and this is longer, yes, but that’s usually how they speak in olden times. Since Japan is still in the Edo period, they’d still be using a more archaic way of speaking than what we’re used to. This すべての目撃者全滅する, btw, is already modernized compared to how they should normally speak but it’ll be more ‘believable’ than just 目撃者を殺す.

Or… you know… the mook shinobi is not really a poet nor a reader and I’m thinking too deeply on this.

If you’ve read up to the end, here, have a chibi Edward XD

#noa is quarter-japanese but i swear to god #if the plot twist is he’s a shimazu clan descendant #i’m fucking out #we interrupt this over analysis + rant #with me talking about translations #because that's a thing now i guess #what’s that?#i focused too much on japanese history?#well #that’s what i’m familiar with XD #hey #ask and answer #assassin's creed #edward kenway #teecup analyze more than necessary #noa kim #teecup analyze and reacts to acft webtoon

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brb-on-a-quest · 8 months ago

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For the writer asks: 4, 15, 27, and 30 <3

HI IGGY!! :) :) :) tysm; i haven't actually looked through most of these yet so I should do that first XD. Numbers are from here

4- (story idea I haven't written yet)

Ok so I have started this one but then decided I hated it so it's mulling on the back burner until I have more energy to rehash it out for better stuff is part of The Doctor and The Butler storyarc(?world?) at this point, but basically the robins all take the Doc on a Proper Road Trip and it All Goes To Chaos(tm) because the Doctor Does Not Do RoadTrips in the slightest because he just pops in and out of time on a whim and doesn't seem to do great in small spaces for more than 15 minutes (basing this on the cube episode in the Matt Smith Era). It'd be good but it needs a certain... vibe yk? haven't gotten there.

15- (favorite weather for writing). Not a weather, but I can only write when it's dark outside bc then I don't feel about about not doing homework/other things. Rain is also good tho.

27- (Favorite part of writing process). The part in Brainstorming where it all starts coming together and you're just squealing like your twelve and some cool people just invited you to hangout with them, and then you start writing and everything goes smoothly.

30- (Share a fic you're proud of)

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm I don't have any full-length WIP done for you to look at but I think I have some assignments (checks through old google documents) lmao no what assignments (shoves them all into the fireplace). Let me give you the beginning of one of my current WIPS that im really proud of currently even if I've been writing and rewriting it so many times.

It wasn’t even close to the moonset when hands and voices raised them from sleep. “Misha, Rose. On your feet. It’s your turn now.” “Ugh, just kill me now,” Rose muttered as she and Misha both sat up blearily. “Be quicker and easier.” “That’s the coward’s way out. Also, way too expensive.” Misha stood up and rubbed her eyes. “How much fest prep do we gotta do still, Dani?” She watched as the freckled elf started climbing to the top bunk. Daeneryl flopped down on her mattress, clutching a fat feather pillow, with a yawn. “Just drinks, but those are last minute.” “Oh, and be careful how you tread around the old man today.” Fayley peeled off her slippers from her feet as Misha and Rose got dressed into their outfits for the day. “Got a new run of trash gryphons. Damn pests.” “Thought Sammy took care of all that?” Rose sighed as she pulled a brush from the vanity table to untangle a sea of unruly curly hair. Starting from the bottom, she winced every time she had to pull it through to the end. “He was supposed to. Says he did his whole ‘pied piper act’ which he did, but apparently these are a different breed.” Dani sighed. “Nick’s looking into wizard enchantments.” Eventually, Rose gave it up and threw it all up in a slicked-back ponytail, held in place with an assortment of ribbons and pins. “One day, I swear, I’m just going to take a knife to this and hack it off.” “You’ve been saying that for five years,” Dani laughed. “I’ll believe it when I see it.” “Watch me.” Rose grimaced. Misha shook her head silently as she braided the front sections of her hair and tied it back with a bright orange ribbon that matched her flowing skirt. It was one of her favorites because it made her stand out in a crowd that mostly wore shades of brown and black for practicality. She slipped into her boots and crouched down, waiting for Rose.

Rose caught sight of her and rolled her eyes. “You’re asking for it. Fayley, your count.” There was a muffled “Go” and fingers interweaved the laces with their corresponding hooks. They looked up when they were finished, approximately the exact same time. “Call that one a draw, I suppose.” Rose shrugged. “Come on, let’s get some food before we have to deal with life.”

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anomaly-hivemind · 1 year ago

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The Gaymer Chair

Part One

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

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

Part Two

Credit to @cafekitsune for the banners!

Chapter Two || The Gayer Chair

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just ASK the Quwstion then!

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

Idfk is this a sex thing?

No…

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

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

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

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

THANKs.:)

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

“Nope, I got an even better idea.”

“That being?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you think… will this work?”

“I sure as hell am going to try.”

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

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

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

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

“Oui, Mon cher?” Chaise smiled.

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

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

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

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

“Oui?”

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

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

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

“Mon Chou-”

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

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

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

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

Wjian had gone a little overboard with it though…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah you’ve captured my heart.”

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

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

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

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

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

“You better”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

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

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

“Okay! But remember bad girls get punished~”

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

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

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

“You wanna Tell the truth now?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“More~”

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

“More fingers, please, mi corazon?”

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

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

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

“I could use a bit of motivation chérie”

“Please…” she pants out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wjian POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Third Pov

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

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

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

Wjian bucked her hips into his touch with a shrill.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah~” They pulled her up into him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is this…”

“A pussy, yeah,”

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

“AH- fuck you greedy slut~”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes yes yesss! Ohmygosh keep going!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was vibrating. Chaise’s dick…

…Was Vibrating.

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

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

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

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

“Merde I’m so close,” Chaise groaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Translations

French

Mon Chou- sweetie

Mon tendre- my sweet

Mon Ange- My Angel

Mon Cher- my dear

Mon Amour- my love

Mon étoile- My Star

Oui- Yes

Amour- love

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

C'est compris- its understand

Salope- slut

Chérie- dear

que c'est chéri- what’s that darling

Divin goût - taste divine

c'est mieux- its better

Merde- shit/fuck

écoute chérie- listen honey

tu aimes cette salope- you like that slut

Ma Cherie- my dear

Spanish

Mi Tesoro- my treasure

Querido- my love

Amor- love

mi carino- my sweet

mi corazon- my heart

Déjame terminar- let me finish

lo juro- i swear

Agradar-please

Ay dios mío- oh lord

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