#{ how to explore this without being self-insert-y }

[nan0-sp1der]

omg heyyyy!!! youre that like… android right? i heard LYLA’s literally obsessed with you aha. ehem anyways

spider-terra at your service *dramatic bow* i’m js *swinging* by some other spider’s so i can introduce myself! first time at the society and all, yk?

-🕷️🌱

@i-love-vines At the sound of ecstatic exclamations, the sounds of footsteps rushing up behind her, Bridge finds herself stopping in her tracks to turn around and face the young agent.

Upon first glance, she finds her attention stolen by the inexplicable presence of what appeared to be particles of dirt strewn all about their person--imperceptible to human eyes, but immediately picked up in the android's vision.

Errant organic material, her systems identified it as. This child was of the earth. This was what Bridge's intuition told her.

"Spider-Terra..."

A quick glance at her profile as they were in the Spider Society's archives said so as well. 'Geokenesis' was this spider's unique ability. Unique by virtue and quite literally, as she isn't so sure she's met another with this ability.

The android returns Terra's bow with one of her own, her head dipping as she did so deeply before surfacing again.

"Greetings. It is a pleasure to be of acquaintance... Though, as you note that LYLA has mentioned me ad-nauseam, I am certain you know plenty of my already."

Of course. Leave it to LYLA to spread the word reliably, and without her say. Then again, there wasn't much anything to hide, their identities were shared exclusively amongst each-other and with a vow of total secrecy from the outside world. Much as Bridge would have preferred her existence remaining as yet another mundane detail in the daily lives of those around her, she supposed being known was such a consequence of knowing others.

"Should you require any assistance navigating the facility, you may call upon any of our senior advisors, LYLA, or myself. If you feel so inclined, Miguel may be of some help as well, though his presence is scant in these halls..."

Should she? It wouldn't do any harm if she warned--no, not warned. Too negative of a context... 'Advised'. It would do no harm if she advised the new agent to direct her questions elsewhere. A necessary precaution reminder.

"Though, it may be best if you left him to his work as best possible. He seldom has time even for his own duties."

She doesn't need to sully the man's reputation before the woman even had a chance to meet him herself. At the very lest, she can provide her with something of a neutral impression. The faint hope that he would grant himself a decent impression at some point, if not simply convey that he was only tired. To-the-bone, soul-deep, simply just tired.

[pensandsneakers]

Incredibly long Inej Ghafa essay incoming:

I’ve been thinking a lot about the Y/N-ification of Inej in fandom, where some people treat her like she’s less of a main character on her own with her own goals and arc and more like a self-insert knife girl vehicle to experience the story (which is seen as you know, Kaz’s story.) This is mostly based on how she’s written in the show, but also before the show there have always been all the “knife wife” jokes and posts which are you know, Fine, but always felt to me like an oversimplification of her character.

The thing is that the idea of being that one dimensional, “knife wife,” powerful/dangerous girl is literally explored in the text as Inej openly wrestles with her identity as the Wraith.

It’s important to remember that the Wraith persona is not something Inej chose for herself, it’s something that Kaz gave her, and though he did it to give her protection, it still stands that the idea of the Wraith is exactly that stereotype, the powerful baddass stripped of emotions and vulnerability, unbelievable with all of the different powers she has, but is somehow always ending up using those powers in service of the men in the story.

Inej is given this role to play, but because she’s strong and unwilling to compromise on her faith she finds ways to make the Wraith persona her own, by bringing her religion into it for example and naming her knives after Saints.

But there reaches a point when Inej realizes that the Wraith persona is static and limiting her, which is literally represented by her being stuck/trapped in the incinerator.

She realizes that the way she’s been living as the Wraith has made it so that she doesn’t know what she wants, only what Kaz wanted. “Kaz Brekker was just a boy, and she’d let him lead her to this fate.” But she says “she couldn’t even blame him because she hadn’t known where she wanted to go.”

Once she names the fact that she’s been allowing herself to be guided by whatever Kaz’s goals are and hasn’t been living for herself, Inej becomes ambivalent to the idea of being a “dangerous girl,” which were at first the words she clung to to become the Wraith. “She thought of her knives… maybe they’d go to some other girl who dreamed of being dangerous.”

It is only when she realizes that she wants to hunt slavers that she is able to picture her future and who she can be. “She was not a lynx or a spider or even the Wraith. She was Inej Ghafa, and her future was waiting above.” She affirms her own identity which is separate from all of the other labels that people have given her, and chooses her own direction and goal, separate from anything Kaz or anyone else wants from her.

I love that the stakes of this realization are literally presented as life and death. Because yes, without the sentence “she was Inej Ghafa, and her future was waiting above,” Inej would not be the same. If Inej was only a cool acrobat called the Wraith who goes on a heist and has a relationship with the brooding lead, that would be the death of the great, full rounded character we know her to be now. (Not to mention it would be shit. …Anyway.)

After Inej figures out what she wants, her arc in Crooked Kingdom is to kill her previous self. Dunyasha is the physical representation of that YA girl stereotype. She’s constantly talking about her skills and the fact that she’s “chosen,” with her royal blood etc. Dunyasha is a powerful female character in the sense that she’s a female character with a lot of “powers.” She’s not someone who could exist in real life. When Inej interacts with her it’s like she’s talking to a cardboard cut out with lots of one liners. By defeating Dunyasha in the end Inej proves that the things that she might have had to lose to become a cold knife wielding baddass (like her hesitance to kill, her sentimentality, her faith) are actually her strengths. She has proven that Inej Ghafa is stronger than a trope.

However, the idea of being a dangerous girl is definitely still nuanced. I’m not saying that because Inej needed to become a person separate from the Wraith persona and her life in Ketterdam that the idea of being the Wraith is meaningless, or that Kaz is “problematic” for giving her that role or anything. Kaz understands the power of a legend, and Inej makes it clear that by gaining that identity as the Wraith, Kaz saved her. “He’d helped her build a legend to wear as armour, something bigger and more frightening than the girl she’d been.”

I’d go as far as to say it’s normal and good that Inej started out this way. She’s just a teenage girl who’s had to fight every single moment of her life, and wanting to escape into a role/character that makes you feel bigger than yourself is something that I think many others can understand.

When she’s in terrifying situations, Inej still uses the word dangerous to comfort herself. Like in Crooked Kingdom when Jan van eck has kidnapped her and she’s doubting everything she says to herself “I am a dangerous girl.”

There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be a dangerous girl. The trope exists because it’s an attractive fantasy. We all want to be bigger, stronger, more powerful than we’re allowed to be in real life. But for most of us, it’s just not real. Dunyasha is not a real girl that could exist outside of fiction. Inej is though. That’s why this quote hits so hard “What about the ones who aren’t chosen, the invisible girls. We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns, we learn to wring magic from the ordinary. When the world owed you nothing you demanded something anyway.”

It’s ok to look up to the girls in fiction that may be one dimensional but make you feel a little less small. It’s ok to get caught up in the worlds of the people around you instead of living for yourself. It’s ok to not know who you are or what you want. But there comes a time when you can’t just keep stalling. You can’t keep “holding onto nothing.” You take what you can and create the life, relationships and sense of self that you deserve.

You demand something more.

[themsource]

Frans, Shipping, and Me

A bit of context before we start.

For those that don’t know: I don’t like shipping myself. 

While a majority of my stuff has been and is for the insert enjoyers, I personally don’t like self shipping. It hits on that same nerve that makes me squeak at RPF (real person fiction), it just crosses a line for me. Because those are people with real feelings, and I can’t bring myself to objectify myself or others just for an imagined storyline or scenario. Even when reading it I don't truly insert myself into it.

Don’t get me wrong, I love and have a major crush on a ton of characters, especially Sans and I can ramble all day about what I would do or say in a relationship with him. But actually putting myself in the situation?

No, I can’t do it.

I managed to get one insert art made that I actually paid for myself and… while it did do things for me on both a good and bad level, and felt amazing to have, I wouldn’t do it again. 

It felt very personal, like I had been cracked opened and exposed on a level I didn’t want others seeing just for their entertainment or just because there were parts of myself that I wanted to keep just for me. 

I had received insert art and writing in the past from very close friends at the time, and while I loved them and they touched me very deeply, there was always a bit of uncomfortableness that came with it. Which is why I only willing accepted insert art with my OC Oreo from people I knew and trusted. But even that was and still is a bit much sometimes, because I’ve had Oreo since I was young, very young, so she’s as close to me as you can get without inserting me directly.

When I write insert, “y/n”, is a character. It makes it easier to write as I have a detachment and can enjoy what happens like watching a tv show or play, I’m just along for the ride with my fingers on the gas pedal. If people connected on a level with “y/n” and were able to see themselves in what I wrote, then that was amazing! That’s what I wanted… to be able to affect people and help them feel or experience things that they couldn’t or wouldn’t want to otherwise in a safe environment: so they could expand their perceptions or thoughts on certain subjects or view a topic in a different light.

My insert writing has always been about helping others explore, and even exploring myself.

I’ve learned so much about myself and how the world works with the stuff I’ve written and drawn, the good, bad, and the ugly. There were things I never dared to try and explore for personal reasons… until I started insert writing, because then it was like bringing a friend along, a friend who couldn’t actually get hurt by going on a journey with me. 

A journey that could help both me as a writer and those as a reader to think and reflect, to learn empathy and grow by maybe learning something about yourself you didn’t like or did like, and embracing yourself as a flawed human being just like each one of us are so you can be at peace and live your best life or even to work on yourself if that’s what you were inspired to do.

My insert writing is about learning, and having fun while doing so.

And this all leads into why I love character shipping more.

Characters aren’t real, no matter how many of us might wish that they were. Characters can be objectified, characters can be harmed or loved without committing a wrong against those that really matter, people. There is also yet another distinctive wall of division between a person and a character than there is an insert that makes me more comfortable.

And characters have a solid personality that can be worked with and challenge you as a writer to make work or have fun experimenting to see how they’d react in a certain scene even if it’s in a way you end up disliking.

They’re more limited but so much more versatile.

So when I fall in love with something I fall in love with the characters not the possibility of what I could do in the world.

Characters are what draw me in.

Well, one day I… discovered some interesting fanart of Sans, featuring him and his “light saber”.

And that sparked a curiosity for context.

When I first played Undertale, I had no interest in shipping “the human” with anyone, in fact I had no interest in shipping at all or what have you. Like I said it was like watching a tv show, just something for entertainment. 

The message of undertale did touch me deeply though so I did go looking at fanart and stuff as I was at a point in my life where grief was all I felt and Undertale had managed to make me feel something else other than that, but I was also more into Moana at the time. It’s honestly difficult for me to get motivated to create fanworks for something, to just create. I never made anything for Moana, and never made anything for Persona, which I was ADDICTED to at the time.

I had tried making fanfic in my youth but yeah… 14-19 year old me was awful.

And then the pacifist ending happened.

The absolute SHOCK I felt at seeing everyone call the human “Frisk” rather than what I had named them and learning the name we gave was actually Chara’s…. It made me watch replays, made me spend hours looking at everything I could have missed.

And that’s when I started falling for the characters, when I started falling for Sans and then Frisk.

Frisk, this character who had been possessed by “us” in a word, and “us” that was actually another character we just happened to give an identity to in yet another but milder form of possession, all fitted together like Matryoshka dolls. 

Do you realize how tragic that is?

Frisk was a puppet… of a puppet… for US.

My heart was stolen as soon as that realization was made. I have a weakness for broken and damaged characters, characters that have gone through hell or have been hurt in ways that people normally don’t come back from… because I love more than anything seeing them bounce back.

Combine that love and sympathy I found in Frisk, with the humor and comfort I found in Sans…

And there you have it: My love of Frans and why it’s my OTP.

That love has only gotten stronger as the years went by. 

Another truth I have to share, is I started initially doing insert because I didn’t feel confident enough to portray Frisk right, and character shipping and insert shipping have since drastically evolved into two different things for me with different meanings and reasons for why I do them. 

I really gained confidence in my Frans writing once my dear friend Shay introduced me to several broken down and researched articles by nochocolate that showed me exactly what Frisk and Chara’s personalities were like and how they were separated from “the player”.

And I’ve been on a nonstop Frans high ever since, and will be until the day I die. They are my OTP and I will ship them more than any other pairing, even Insert.

I am very much a “ship and let ship” person, and I have and will support people shipping whatever they please, in fact I tend to ship everyone because these characters are just so great you can’t help but find dynamics where they just work no matter the previously established bonds or relationships, and the same goes with good AU derivatives.

But Frisk and Sans were the ones who drew me in and kept me here.

I’ve made jokes and called other ships OTP in a show of support of fellow writers, however frans is it for me. If I was asked what ship’s hill I’d die on in a war, it’s them.

For me, Frans will always come first.

So now we get to what exactly my dynamics are for Frans.

I like portraying Frisk as female, because I am female. I find it easier to write emotions from that perspective than others, and I want people to love Frisk and feel what Frisk is feeling. I have written Frisk as nonbinary and male before, but I feel those pieces weren’t as good as my writing when I had Frisk as female, simply because I’m not actually of those genders. I will take genuine characterization over a subpar attempt at accuracy that undermines the experience the writing is supposed to give you.

I also like writing Sans as strictly male. Can he change his equipment if he pleases? Yes, he’s made of magic after all, but I don’t see him preferring or actively wanting to do that, he’s male and identifies as a man, pure and simple. You’d have to be pretty fucking special for him to honor an equipment swap request.

A bit of a TMI personal note for this too though in why I like this interpretation with Sans the most… is the fact I don’t like vaginas. 

I have one, and all I care about is the fact it can make me feel good. It’s not pretty or “looks like a flower”, it’s a hole that’s a direct opening into the body… gross. And no, before anyone starts, I would not feel better with a penis or think I’m trangender in any capacity. I’m a woman and I feel like a woman one hundred percent, I just don’t like that one part of my anatomy.

So while I’m willing to write about one vagina for smut, I’m not comfortable writing about two and creating the image that… two working together would make. Can I write two vaginas in a smut scene sure… if there’s a penis involved. I could even write lesbian sex if I wanted if there’s a dildo, vibrator, hands, or whatever. Just no vagina on vagina action. It’s my preference and for my comfort. I’ve read plenty of fics that include that but I happily ignore it in favor of the plot and interactions.

Anyways…

For me Sans and Frisk…

They are soulmates, they are always meant for each other. 

No matter the time, place, ages, personalities, or circumstances, they are always supposed to be together. I may write or make pieces where they’re not soulmates, but they still very much are in my head if that makes sense. This is why I love to indulge in any and all content involving them.

Now do they actually end up together? 

That’s a different story. Not all endings are happy ones. But what matters isn’t the ending but the journey. What matters is the time they have together and how they affect one another. What matters is the fact that they met.

Sans could be a complete asshole to Frisk, a deranged psychopath, and Frisk could be as equally messed up with them both going at each other’s throats, or one of them could be a complete sweetheart that suffers in the name of love and hopelessness, or they could even be in a perfect balance where they’re in a healthy relationship filled with compassion and consideration, but in someway, somehow, they will still just work. 

Even if it’s not in the way others would hope for.

I personally can write pure healthy fluff, I have before, but what I really like writing about is them struggling to overcome something. I generally like writing like that in the first place. 

But with Sans and Frisk…

I always write about change.

What I like most is a Sans who struggles with his emotions, whether that be displaying them or feeling them while hiding behind a calm and collected mask. I like it when he’s carrying that mysterious air about him that makes you question what he’s really thinking or if he really understands what’s been told to him. I like him leaving someone in doubt and constantly on the tips of their toes, before making them laugh with a joke.

And I like Frisk being able to crack that mask, to read through his charade.

She changes him by bringing more of him out from behind the curtain, making him more in tune with his SOUL and even his humanity and all the complications that come with it.

If that’s a good thing or not, depends on the situation and context, but yes always this.

For Frisk, I like her shy and innocent. Someone who’s learning the world at the same time that she’s learning herself, and is forever merciful and forgiving towards those that wrong or hurt her sometimes to her own detriment because she’s just that kind hearted and hopeful for that kindness in others. But as much as she forgives, she certainly doesn’t forget. Frisk remembers and counts the scars she carries.

I enjoy when Sans manages to push her into becoming stronger, to not let herself continue to be silently walked on, and to fight back.

That’s the basis for my work with them.

Sometimes, Sans makes her stronger by pushing her to an edge with abuse until she finally reaches a breaking point and fights with all her strength, and in her rebellion Sans slowly begins to see where he’s gone wrong to have changed her so and gradually becomes kinder, more open as he seeks forgiveness.

Other Times, Frisk sees Sans as nothing more than an empty shell just costing by in life with a false grin on his face and slowly starts overcoming her shyness and reluctance in other to try and help a friend facing down depression, and this slow build of strength and show of kindness is enough to cause Sans to start reacting more honestly to jokes or statements, to dare smile for real even though it hurts to do so.

Then there can be times of bloody revenge - where one becomes stronger to take out the other while the opponent seeks to manipulate their perception on what they knew was right or wrong, and both end up more broken than from when they started, but still irrevocably changed in a positive way that was negative between them.  

Times of tragic love not meant to be.

These are just a few scenarios, but with the same theme: change.

And I apply it differently each time depending on the scenario or idea, depending on who is in the wrong or not. The theme can be subtle to the point you have to read between the lines and really think on what’s happening to see it, or it can be really obvious right from the start and is fed to you with every action and word.

Every time I look at Sans and Frisk together no matter who’s portraying them, I see change.

The potential for it.

And that’s what I love most.

So that is how my Frans works, and incidentally, why I love the ship so much. 

I will continue to love that ship til the day I die and I will continue to write for frans no matter what, even if I lose interest in all other ships including insert you can bet I will continue to write about the funny skeleton man and the sweet hearted human.

They’re my ultimate power couple.

And if hearing this at all upsets anyone, more so my insert readers who I’ve heard the majority of backlash from since I first came out about my love for frans… (Seriously the DMs and anon hate was unreal - especially the... material I got sent and had to report at one point) Well, let’s just say that If you can’t handle me in my character shipping moods, then you don’t deserve me in my insert shipping moods, sorry.

Like I’ve said before, I love my readers and friends regardless if you agree or disagree with me, including on the ship or ship(s) I make stuff for, you’re allowed that right as people. And no I still won’t love you any less for your thoughts. Because again that’s how we’re supposed to be as people, mature enough to let bygones be.

I’m just saying, frans is life for me, and explaining why that is and always will be.

[spectralquartzafterdark]

In the Rosie Megatron interfacing fic you mentioned something about her body being similar to the cybertronians. What did you mean is she trans or???? I'm curious because I've not read that sort of thing in such a normal context.

Rosie here to answer this because I didn't expect people to pick up on that particular little line. But, no she's not trans! She's intersexed. Specifically she has an "undetermined" intersexed condition. Putting this under the cut. She is based on myself and is a self insert so take this as a small peak into my life as well.

While it could fall under 46 XX due to how her enlarged her clitoris is and the fact her reproductive system is functional. But, like myself there's two weird twists in this that have had my Dr's say I fall into undetermined. So, that's where I put her too!

I have a Y chromosome and my adrenals over produce cortisol and hormones not under produce. But everything else falls into the 46 XX because of the physical appearance (at least for Rosie. The doctors fixed my parts to look normal and did so without my mother's consent and it has caused issues. Scar tissue down there hurts if you know you know.) And the fact her reproductive system functions normally inspite of endo and pcos.

So, when Megatron first saw her naked he was delighted to see her array was similar to a standard mech. He didn't have to do guess work he knew how to take care of her. And he is appalled when Rosie reveals that her array has uh been questioned in a not so fun way. Megatron deeply enjoys it and makes sure she knows her body isn't some weird thing to be ashamed of.

I don't see a lot of casual intersexed characters so when making Rosie I decided to make sure she got to keep her differences. Even if its not super explicit. And this sort of this is why I think self inserts should be normalized. It allows us to explore more personal aspects of ourselves and even write about things we normally wouldn't.

I was unlucky with what happened to me. Rosie in writing gets to keep her autonomy.

If you want more info on the common intersexed conditions here are two links.

https://medlineplus.gov/ency/article/001669.htm

https://interactadvocates.org/intersex-definitions/

And since this was a heavy topic here's a funny thing I've been told. Apparently when I was first born and grandma saw me she said, "OH wow she was almost born a boy! Are we sure shes not?" That's how different I looked in comparison to a "normal" AFAB baby lmao.

[hislittleraincloud]

You haven't made it in fandom until you've garnered hate, and that's what's happening now under Insomniac's Wenovan story.

Some asshat is spewing the usual garbage about the ship. But instead of sticking to the fiction, the bish went full-on MAGAt and inserted that us 'liberals' are all trying to push an agenda of pedophilia onto people, which to me just screams Warriors for Innocence (and I was waiting for Bible verses...alas, they didn't come).

It's almost like none of Wenovan's critics understand what fiction is.

That, plus MAGAts like that anon who cry about liberals are all ignoring the fact that the vast majority of men arrested for sex or inappropriate relationships with minors have been MAGAt-y right wingy 'Christians'*** and conservatives.

Former youth pastor in Colorado was convicted of sexual exploitation of a minor on October 13th.

Former youth pastor in Florida arrested on October 10th for transmitting harmful material to a minor.

Youth pastor in Ohio is on the run after being charged with 14 counts of sexually abusing minors on October 9th.

Former youth pastor from Duluth, MN charged with sexual misconduct with five teen girls on October 5th.

Former youth pastor in Wisconsin sentenced to 20 years on October 3rd for repeated SA of a teen (and wow, "will also not be allowed to serve as a pastor unless approved by his supervising agent" 💀)

Church youth leader arrested at the end of September for multiple counts of sexual battery (yet some news organizations protect his name because...Florida...but his name is Gregory Norton).

Former youth church leader in South Carolina arrested for criminal sexual conduct with a minor in late September

There's more from September, but I want to end this list on a doozy: a former KINDERGARTEN teacher and SENIOR PASTOR in North Carolina arrested and charged with child sex crimes on August 22nd

Less are the cops, and the rabbis, the Muslim clerics (in this country, at least), and the above list is just a fraction of the 'Christians' arrested within the couple of months. But I also pointed out that a pro-life, anti-abortion pill Texas state Republican secessionist who proposed an anti-drag bill "to protect children" had to resign in May for grooming: he plied a 19-year-old intern with alcohol, raped her, and then drove to a drug store so that she could get that very same Plan B pill that the hypocritical fucker was so against everyone else having.

That's our reality that we live in. But it's not the reality of fiction, where we can explore all sorts of issues and relationships safely (or, at least, we're supposed to be safe here).

You don't have to like Wenovan. In fact, I know that this fandom doesn't like it because this fandom is filled with the Gen Z types who have been indoctrinated to believe that merely writing about something makes you an advocate for what you're writing about. It's a seriously misguided application of identity politics that prevents creative writers (and actors, and producers, etc.) from exploring these issues without guilt or being guilted away from telling a story. It's called censorship, whether it be external or self-regulated...it's censoring what you as a writer and artist want to express through your work.

This is old hat for me. Very old hat. Shortly before I was arrested on that bogus attempted murder charge, I was persecuted in my school for simply writing a poem called "Little Catholic Girl". My English professor thought it was brilliant, and couldn't figure out how I was able to capture Catholic Guilt without being Catholic myself...I didn't have any answer for her aside from me wanting to be a writer and to do that I needed to walk in others' shoes. Plus, that poem was written about my most recent ex at the time, a girl who was quite into me and what we were doing, but was also crazy fundie about Catholicism (having gone to a parochial school before coming to public school like our high school), and more than a few times after she did something she felt guilty over, she would zip into a corner of her room or my room and start praying aloud.

I'm not fucking joking. Not even a minute after an orgasm and she'd be in a corner, crying and praying. Yet she would always be the one to initiate. (We never even got naked...it was all my handiwork.)

But I digress. I had submitted the poem to our lit mag, and someone reported it to the house master (we had houses in our little high school, and I was in the color and mascot equivalent of Gryffindor 🤮), and the next thing I know, I'm in his office and he's red-faced and pacing with a copy of my poem in his hand. He finally says to me, "Do you know what this is about? It's about lesbianism!" I just said, "Uh...well, I wrote it." because I couldn't think of anything else to say without being rude, and I already knew I was in trouble. They ended up pulling the poem from consideration and banning it, telling me that it wasn't allowed to be considered for the lit mag again. They censored me, because I wrote a poem about my short relationship with a crazy Catholic girl.

So of course I printed the most explicit excerpt of said poem onto a t-shirt with a suggestive graphic and wore it around school the next day. I got many dirty looks from the house master and the fucking bullfrog of a social worker who was also shitty to LGBTQ students, but I never changed nor did I cover up. I was 'outed' by it, but didn't care; it was 1990, so I put up with a LOT of anti-LGBTQ crap at my high school. 🫠✨

I learned at a very young age that there will always be some asshole looking to tell you what you can't write. But I have never listened to them. I have been an artist and writer for as long as I can remember, and what comes out of my creative brain is mine, and I'm not putting a gun to anyone's head and forcing them to read what I share.

I've also known hypocrisy for as long as I can remember, and it's usually the worst hypocrites who are quick to cast their sanctimonious judgments directly at writers.

If you don't like what we're writing about, why are you even here? Do you see any of us writers hopping on over to your Facebook pages to laugh at and mock your religion? While we should, we just don't have that kind of time. So how is it that you have the time to sit there and whine about something you read--presumably AFTER you read the tags? I'm normal, I read the tags of a story on AO3 and if I don't think I'll like, I ✨gasp✨ DON'T READ IT.

Jesus. Is it really that hard not to read something? I mean, I buy books that I desperately want to read but don't ever get around to it. I'm actually spending money on things I want to read but haven't, yet here we've got Karens who read shit that they'll tell you they don't like.

Anyway. My current depiction of Wenovan is a healthy one (aside from Wednesday's sex addiction). If you think it's unhealthy, it's because you're still stuck in your lens of 2023 reality...when I am writing from a lens of a fictionalized world where your morals don't precisely apply. I could write a different storyline/AU of my own story where she IS groomed or assaulted, but it would look very, very different from what I'm writing here, or what Insomniac wrote. Maybe some day I will take up that lens, but I'm currently not interested.

I'm writing a positive story about a couple doomed to their fates (Donovan, because he is old, and Wednesday because she will lose her greatest love sooner than she should have to). I'm not going to give out too much info right now (except for what I leak in comments and posts here 🤓), but the positivity is that they will weather their political/social storms with the kind of grace that Wednesday is known for, and they will be happy because that's what she wants in the current Afterburn timeline.

No one's censorship should prevent an artist from telling their stories. No one's moralizing comments should prevent an artist from telling their stories, and I sincerely hope that anyone else who would 'dare' write Wenovan (or even Weemsday, when Wednesday is 16/current) can ignore these hypocritical Moms for Liberty-like Karens and publish their work without guilt.

*** Afterburn Wednesday actually addressed this very thing in the text of the last upload I made, in her flashback speech to Mr. Fortunato, her parochial school AP Lit professor. She made him aware that she knew of several inappropriate teacher-student relationships at the school, relationships where the girls were trading sex for better grades.

[jungkoode]

hey! so this is kinda random but I read your dream post and I interpret dreams for fun (and lowkey study them a bit), and your dream was fascinating. I hope it’s okay if I share a quick read on it—it honestly says a lot in a really cool way:

The whole aquatic gym/naked session thing (and the fact that it wasn’t sexual) feels like your subconscious playing with themes of vulnerability and exposure—but in a way that’s emotionally safe and non-threatening. Water usually symbolizes emotion or the subconscious, and a gym is all about self-improvement. So it’s kind of like your mind is saying: “here’s a place where people come to work on themselves emotionally, with full honesty (aka naked), but you still had your swimsuit on—which might mean you’re open, but still keep a layer of protection.”

The fact that the spa was part of a connected resort and turned into a citywide event felt very much like “Internet brain” to me—like the way fandoms or stories become communal experiences. It’s almost like your brain was turning your creative world into a physical, splashy map where everyone is sliding around intersecting spaces.

Also, the bit about ending up in the Muslim-only hotel and worrying about intruding—that might reflect how thoughtful you are about boundaries and cultural sensitivity, especially if you ever think about that when writing reader-inserts or character perspectives. The dream reassuring you (“it’s okay, we expected this”) kinda feels like your brain saying, “you’re navigating things respectfully, you’re doing okay.”

Dodging the dog (loyalty, instincts, possibly ‘realness’) might mean you’re sidestepping something that felt too close or personal. And then that final “ehh, I’ll stick to my current gym” cracked me up but also felt like you asserting what works for you. Like yeah, you’ll explore weirdness, dive into all kinds of creativity, but at the end of the day you know what your lane is.

Anyway, thanks for sharing it—it was wild and fun to read, but also so layered in the best way. Your brain sounds like a dream machine and now I totally see where your stories come from.

BAHAHAHAHA Oh my God. Okay—this hit in the right spots in very weird ways??? I’m genuinely amazed by your read, truly. I wasn’t expecting anyone to actually analyze that ridiculous dream, but wow. You touched on things I’ve only talked about loosely with my closest people (Koops, Vani, Tangie, Cherry), and seeing it reflected back so clearly is… a little surreal, honestly.

The part about exposure and emotional vulnerability really tracks. I’ve been navigating some strange feelings lately—mostly around visibility and how quickly everything has grown. I don’t talk about it much because I try to keep my space positive, and I’m very careful not to signal when things affect me deeply. I know how easy it is for negativity to find its way in if you leave the door even slightly open. But yeah… that part of the interpretation felt a little too accurate, in a good way.

As for the hotel/religious boundary bit—that really struck me. Because yes, in the dream I felt extremely out of place and deeply apologetic, and it’s something I wrestle with when I’m writing stories that incorporate cultural or ethnic identity. I’ve always been intentional about not assigning physical traits to my Y/Ns—they’re meant to be a blank slate, and I want anyone reading to feel included without being alienated by descriptors that don’t reflect them. That said, there are a few exceptions where cultural identity is essential to the story—like in 5stf, where Y/N is Japanese. That choice was made deliberately, not casually, and I did spend time wondering how to honor that identity respectfully.

Because yes, she’s Japanese—but that doesn’t necessarily dictate skin tone or features. She could be adopted, or mixed, or have any number of backgrounds. Similarly, Jimin in 5stf looks Korean due to ancestry, but he was born in Buenos Aires to a Mexican dad and Argentinian mom. He’s Latino. That matters. I did imagine him with a light olive tone—still reflective of his heritage, but not erasing his roots. It’s a balance I tried hard to be mindful of.

And I’ve extended that to other characters too—Maya is Blasian, Taeyang is explicitly tanned, Rico (who hasn’t appeared yet) is brown. I’ve tried to reflect diversity not just as a checklist, but as a natural extension of the world and people I know. I rarely share personal details, but I will say I’ve been lucky enough to grow up surrounded by multicultural environments, and I take that responsibility seriously when I write. Even so, I do worry sometimes about crossing boundaries or getting it wrong—and the way your interpretation captured that fear so precisely made me pause. In a good way. I guess my subconscious really is speaking to me.

And that final line in your message? About boundaries and choosing what works for me? That couldn’t have been more on point. That’s something I’ve been working on for years—learning when to say no, when to disengage, when to trust myself. It’s a slow process, but it’s happening.

Thank you for taking the time to send something so thoughtful, and for reading between the dream-lines with such grace. This was honestly such a beautiful gift to receive.🫶🏻

[writing-with-olive]

Also autistic here, and wanted to hop in and add some more onto what Sparrow was saying, hope that's alright. Note that while I say "do x, do y" this is very much an exploration of how I would approach this challenge and not at all prescriptive.

I think something that might help is asking yourself (and then jotting down what you come up with so you can return to it later) why you want to write an autistic character. Not why should they be written in general, but what makes you personally excited about the idea? Certain traits you don't see enough of? Self insert to experience a certain type of world? A handful of hyperspecific interactions? An exploration of how a particularly rough or particularly caring early upbringing would impact their psyche now? Something else?

At this stage, don't be afraid to have a "cringe" answer. If you're gonna have fun with the project, you gotta be honest about what's exciting to you. (Also cringe is dead so, you know, there's that).

Once you have that, you're gonna want to have a basic outline of what kind of world you're interested in, and the genre (ie, fantasy, contemporary, horror, something else), since this will influence the kind of flavor the next steps are gonna take.

Once you've got the things that make you excited, what I would do next is make a wish list: I enjoy being mean to my blorbos so I call it the "wouldn't it be fucked" exercise, but if you're a kinder writer you could run it as the "wouldn't it be cool/fun/epic/etc" exercise. Basically, you're starting to create scenarios. "Dude, wouldn't it be fucked if my blorbo had [insert autistic trait/characteristic from earlier], so they [did action persuant to it/reacted to situation accordingly] and then [insert conflict]?" This is especially fun to do with friends, because then you can riff on each other's ideas.

At this point, you'll hopefully have ended up with a better sense of what kind of scenarios your autistic character could get into that you'd enjoy writing. Quite possibly you've created some other aspects of the world - some bad guys, some of the autistic character's friends, maybe a few settings, that kind of thing. Now, you can take the ones that you like, and which fit together, and see what connective tissue is missing: maybe you know that for a scenario certain characters would have to have particular other experiences together, or some tension would need to be built for a scene to carry it's weight, or whatever. You can also flesh out your characters to give them more depth than you've been able to do thus far.

From here, how you plot your story is pretty much up to you and your style, but if you've already created a few major beats of your story with autistic traits baked in, then you should have more freedom to do what you want with the rest of it, in ways that keep your autistic characters autistic, and make that actually mean something, without necessarily making the story itself About Autism.

I'm autistic and I've been wanting to write autistic characters for a long time, but, when I come up with a story/character idea, I don't really know how autism could fit into it.

I've written a story about time travel and thought of having one of the main characters as autistic, but I didn't end up doing it because I couldn't figure out what her special needs, difficulties and special interests were and when and how put that between the plot and I still can't really figure out how to incorporate autistic characters into a non-autism-centered plot and flesh out autistic characters. Do you have any advice on how to "fit autism into characters and plots", or more specifically, "how do I start having the subject of autism in mind while developing characters and the plot of my stories to apply it better?"

Hi asker,

The truth is you can't necessarily start with just autism in mind and develop a non-autism plot around it. I'm sure it's possible, but that doesn't seem super easy to me at all. You kind of need the plot and the characters to develop together. Only one at a time and it’ll fall apart, generally speaking.

What, overall, has been what hasn't worked? What about the time travel didn't work? What about your plot made it hard for you to incorporate an autistic character?

I can't tell you how to write A Plot, because this has to be your own thing. But I can tell you that pretty much any plot can have an autistic character. Here is a list of plots I’ve read, very summarized, with autistic characters as a protagonist or a large part of the plot:

slice of life where the general conflict comes from interpersonal relationships and the struggle of navigating these; characters are children and adults like

realistic fiction where the autistic protagonist’s best friend goes missing and she wants to find her

horror where four friends are stuck in a house in the woods, with a killer on the lose and one of the friends is autistic

romance (with all the romance conventions) where one or both people are autistic

realistic fiction where an autistic child may or may not be guilty of a crime (i think i've actually read like 3 of these?)

horror ocean expedition where the journalist brought on board is autistic

historical 1980s middle grade where the autistic nonverbal higher support needs protagonist is in foster care and special ed struggling with missing her missing sister as well as people underestimating her

historical 1930s books where the protagonist’s older sister is autistic and the plot is both normal slice of life stuff and living in Alcatraz stuff

neurodivergent utopia/dystopia with rock candy robots and lost children

middle grade books where the plot focuses on heavier themes like abuse, drugs, death, or whatnot

autistic woman learning to live by herself after the death of her mother

gothic horror where, after a marriage of convenience, the autistic protagonist discovers her husband is being haunted

These are just books that I personally have read (many are middle grade fiction because I just like reading middle grade), many years ago, and just off the top of my head. So there is a bias here of "books I personally know of and in genres I personally enjoy." But I wanted to include them to show you that there's a lot of things you can do, even if just from the perspective of "things this one person has read."

See how different they all can be from each other? You can basically stick an autistic character anywhere. You can think of a plot and then think, "how would my character act/react to this?"

Think about it this way: In real life, various autistic people lead incredibly different lives. And that's without even adding in the elements you can introduce in fiction that don't exist in real life, like time travel or mermaids or dragons or little gray aliens or telekinesis or whatever it is.

I know you're autistic as well, but I think you should research various different presentations of autism. Autism is pretty heterogenous, even with characteristics in common. That might help you get inspired on a particular path for a story, or a specific character path.

Something else that might help you is to create a plot, and then think about how you would react to it. Then tweak that reaction to something that better fits your story.

Honestly, genuinely, it can be difficult to think of this – but the only way out is through.

Hope this helps,

mod sparrow

[texshire-books]

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Chapter Nine!

I woke as I had weeks earlier with Simon next to me. This time it was a young woman. But the end result had been the same. We were both spent. When Jasmine had knelt on the bed, at a first glance she could just as easily been Simon. They were of similar build and when she opened her legs, I saw another part of their respective anatomy they both shared. My focus was on that. To smear it with gel and enter her just as I’d entered him. It was only as I moved forward, I realised something wasn’t the same. Lower down I realised there was something fundamentally missing. Nothing was hanging down or dangling. Instead, was the open gash that could only depict that the gender of the person offering me entry, was different. This person of interest, and my erection told me I was certainly interested, was female. I was staring at a hairless vagina for the first time and I was still uncertain how I felt about the transition I was making. Entry was easier than it had been with Simon, for whom anal penetration was a new, first-time experience. This wasn’t the case with Jasmine. She still tightly fitted around my cock as I slid inside her with ease. I put this more down to her being relaxed and her sphincter slackened for the occasion. I certainly felt that muscle grip once full entry was completed. Once inside, she seemed determined to hold me in place.

‘That’s nice Nigel, when I saw you walk in the bedroom earlier with that leading the way, I knew I had to have that inside me, but in private, like now. Not while prying eyes watched you perform.’ My god this young woman was a temptress. I could see my cane being put to good use pretty soon, possibly the martinet too. I wondered if she’d be quite so blasé after a good whipping between her cheeks. That was for another night, I knew I had to come to terms with that steaming split further down first. I sensed it would soon make its introduction.

Somehow or other she managed to turn around and we moved so I was rested against the headboard and she was sat in my cock instead. All achieved without re-entry. She rubbed her nose against mine and laced her arms round my next. Her beautiful baby blue eyes stared into mine barely inches away.

‘Am I a naughty girl, daddy?’

‘Very, you know how strict I am, so you do realise I’ll have to cane you don’t you.’ I replied, my cock stiffening at the thought.

‘I thought you’d think I was a good girl, your cock isn’t complaining, is it?’ She replied.

‘That is because it’s confused Jasmine. Last night it was inserted into someone who had a penis and testicles, those do not exist on you and what you have in its place is a new experience for him.’ I decided I’d continue the repartee.

‘Ah, but you can’t enter the anatomy you describe. Mine you can and unlike where you are right now, mine is self-lubricating. What is there to not like?’ I felt her clench her buttocks which in turn squeezed the base of my cock.

‘How many cane strokes do you think you deserve?’ I asked. I wasn’t sure what she was used to receiving from Candice.

‘How many do you think my wanton, who’re ish behaviour deserves daddy?’

‘Ah, I don’t think quantity matters, it’s more about quality and in your case how hard I apply my cane.’

‘So, you’ll leave me hanging on, uncertain when my punishment will end. That’s cruel daddy. My bum is only little and people say it’s cute. You don’t want to hurt it really, do you?’ She was right about its size; it’s perfect slight pear shape and it was certainly cute.

‘It will be a shame I agree. I’ll settle for twelve very hard strokes!’ Now she knew what to expect.

‘That is still harsh daddy, will you whip my anus too?’ Another difference between her and Simon now came into play. She twisted her torso, which rubbed her erect nipples against my chest.

‘Undoubtably, we must contain your urge for anal penetration. It’ll be too sore for that activity for a while.’ Jasmine shook her head.

‘It’ll take more than that to stop me enjoying my favourite pastime daddy.’

‘So, you enjoy anal penetration to your other place of entry?’ I replied.

‘Places daddy, I have a mouth too remember.’ I shivered. I truly wondered quite what I had sharing my bed.

‘Isn’t Candice going to miss you?’ I asked, turning the gas down a little as I felt the milk rising in the pan.

‘I’m not the only girl in her harem. I’m probably the dirtiest though. Stop complaining, you’re the lucky boy instead – daddy.’

‘I certainly am Jasmine. I suppose at some time we must decide what we are going to do about your other place which is dripping its juices between my legs. Yours is the first I’ve ever seen in the flesh. What if I can’t deal with that?’

‘That? That you might find that part of me repulsive?’ Naturally she’d hit the nail on the head yet again.

‘Yes Jasmine. If I’m honest it terrifies me?’ I replied truthfully.

‘In that case daddy I think it’s time you and my wet pussy became acquainted.’

We got up, it was clear Jasmine wanted to talk. I was nervous about how this would end. My worst fear was that two couples who had gathered for a dinner party would end up as four individuals and by my action of bringing those parties together, I’d destroyed what was an established relationship and another, mine with Simon, had left four individuals alone and miserable. I opened another bottle and just wearing towelling robes we seated ourselves facing each other in the kitchen.

‘This seems rather ominous, like a huge amount now rests on the outcome of what we are about to discuss?’ I opened the conversation once our glasses were filled.

‘The conversation we are about to have is just part of this Nigel.’ I noted the term Daddy seemed to have been dropped. ‘The other more important part will depend on the outcome of what then takes place upstairs afterwards.’ I frowned.

‘I assume you mean my engagement with your vagina?’ I clarified.

‘Very formal Nigel, but yes. The thing is this. I cannot remain with a man who finds any part of my anatomy repulsive. It’s quite a test. And you will be tested. Unless you can lick me dry and swallow what you scoop out of my wet slippery pussy then we are done. I’ll get dressed and leave. So, if you have any doubts about the outcome of me reversing my cunt onto your mouth to lick out, then I suggest you tell me now. It’ll save a lot of mutual embarrassment.’ There was then an ominous silence which she broke. ‘So far Nigel, you have to all intentions, fucked Simon. Okay, there were no dangly bits, but now you are going to find I’m ALL female and if you can’t handle that it’s best we stop now!’

‘You want the honest truth?’ I asked, she shrugged which I took to be a yes. ‘I won’t know until we do it. I’m still erect, I do fancy you like hell, but I’ve never felt this way about a woman before. I’m not going to risk losing you, so I must at least give it a go?’ Jasmine smiled.

‘I like it when you’re positive Nigel. Shall we go and find out?’

‘Make yourself comfortable against the headboard, Nigel and close your eyes. Don’t open them till I say!’ I couldn’t believe I was being dominated by an eighteen-year-old. Surely, I was the Dom here? Obviously, Jasmine was in charge and not me. I obeyed. I moved myself back until my back hit the padded headboard whereupon Jasmine had me lower myself to what she considered to me the best approximate height, for what exactly? I closed my eyes. I felt her move. I knew she had straddled my legs and was moving up towards me. I didn’t need my eyes open to realise what she was doing. When she reached my hips, I was tempted to peep but I resisted the urge which was more than I could say about my cock which was rock solid and pointing upwards towards the ceiling. ‘I’m coming closer, keep those eyes closed!’ She called out. She was past my waist now and still moving. I could smell her musky scent too, hot, and sweaty. Then she stopped. I know she was barely inches away; I could feel her heat too. ‘Open your eyes Nigel, tell me what you can see.’ I opened one eye, then realising how close her gaping raw flesh was from my face I opened my other eye too. She was so close I had to focus my eyes to take in the most extraordinary view I’d seen in years. ‘Don’t be she Nigel, describe what you can see.

‘To be honest Jasmine, I don’t know where to start. It is something I’ve never seen before, so I have nothing to compare it to.’ I answered in the only way I knew.

‘Does it repulse you. That is my hot, wet cunt Nigel. You are about to eat it!’ She called back at me.

‘No, Jasmine not at all.’

‘In that case open your mouth wide.’ I realised this was the big test. I opened wide and in a single rear movement, she sat back onto me, my mouth filling with hot raw meat and my nose pressing against her anus. I wondered if I’d gag, but instead I tasted her wet slippery excess. It had a neutral taste, slightly brackish. ‘Lick me Nigel, work your tongue through my wet lips, down as far and you can go, suck it up and swallow me.’ I sucked indeed. I was slurping. I didn’t feel revulsion at all, just arousal. I sniffed her anus which had a strong distinctive scent of musk. I wondered out of shear devilment she might strain a fart. I knew I’d break a cane across her arse if she did. My tongue found her opening and I delved deep, I knew my cock was heading down there soon. I’d passed her test!

‘That wasn’t so bad, was it?’ Jasmine pressed my hands down on the bed submissively, leaning forward, looking at me intently. She was seated down on top of me again only this time my cock was inserted somewhere it had never been before, with her or anyone also female. We’d kissed too, more than a mere peck on the cheek. It had been a tongue wrestle where our bodily fluids had been exchanged liberally. We both reeked of sex.

‘Would you be insulted if I called you a dirty bitch?’ I asked. She smiled at the question.

‘No daddy, I’d take it as a compliment. I know I’m pretty full on. I’ve always loved sex right on the edge. Ordinary doesn’t do it for me. Candice only taught me a few niceties; I’ve really been like this from birth! I was masturbating when I was barely out of diapers.’ I sensed that.

‘You and I are cut from the same cloth. I was always a highly sexual person, but my immaturity as a boy, leading into manhood left me confused. I’d get erect in the showers at school, all those neat bums on display in the changing room, all those wet bums in the showers. Boy's cocks too. One day I saw cane marks on one boy’s bum. I wondered what he’d done to get those. I was fascinated. I got a set of my own shortly after. Thing is Jasmine, I was hopelessly shy, I never approached girls. I needed someone forward, someone like you, I guess. Had you introduced yourself and we’d got to know each other my sole contact with men wouldn’t have happened?’ Jasmine didn’t seem convinced.

‘Maybe not daddy. Look at me, I’m bisexual. I took sex from whatever source I could. Obviously, Candice came into my life early but that still didn’t stop me going with boys. I lost my virginity at fourteen. Now I’ve just taken yours in a way. It’s life daddy it’s what happened. It is what happens now that matters.’ I wasn’t quite sure what she meant.

‘I’m not sure I understand?’ I asked.

‘Whether you choose me or you revert to a relationship with a man.’ She paused.

‘I have nobody in my life now Simon has gone. As I said, I’m not sure it felt right second time around?’

‘I’d like you as my daddy, but I feel terrible guilt that I stole Simon from you. I was determined to have you and when I want something, nothing stands in my way. I want to continue this and see where it takes us, but I feel I must do two things first.’ I was curious.

‘What things?’

‘Firstly, I must atone my guilt. Secondly as soon as possible afterwards, I must meet Simon and explain. He has to know, and I feel that is best coming from me?’ I wasn’t sure.

‘I feel Simon owes that explanation coming from me. I hope you don’t feel I’d be persuaded to change my mind?’

‘Of course not daddy, even if you did, that is your choice. We have just been through one test to satisfy me. I couldn’t stay with you if I felt you preferred Simon instead. No, I’ve known Simon since childhood and it breaks my heart to think I might have destroyed a beautiful friendship.’ I could see that but there was the other thing she said she needed to do.

‘You mentioned atonement. How do you intend going about that Jasmine?’

‘Actually, you play a role in this. I need you to beat me with your cane, whip my anus too. I must pay a painful price for what I did to Simon and Candice, I guess. It was a deliberate act on my part. I need you to make me suffer!’

 

[renaerys]

what is it about sakura that makes her just so… shippable?

There are a few answers to this question. I suspect you may not like most of them, so I’m putting this under a read more. But you did ask, so here it is.

Rather than answer this with some sqeeing agreement over our flawless shippable queen being just That Hot, I'm going to try to answer this seriously. This is your second warning that what I'm about to say may not be warm and fuzzy to read.

Prefacing that Sakura is a character I have deeply loved and appreciated for many years, but it is exactly my love for her that makes me critical of her and the way I've seen her portrayed and, in some ways, mismanaged by fanfic authors over the years. Take all this with a grain of salt. These are just my own observations and opinions. I'm not here to ruin your faves, shame you in any way, or make you feel bad.

1. She’s got very self-insert protagonist-chan vibes that allow all types of people (us) to project onto her. This is admittedly an uncharitable answer (and, fwiw) not really in line with canon. Because in canon she actually does have some unique personality and she definitely does have some glaring character flaws that make her more closely resemble a real person. Kishi doesn't go very far with this, but it is absolutely there. So we're not working with cardboard here.

But unfortunately, so many fanfics erase a lot of that about her, or borrow parts of other characters/the idealized girlfriend experience and superimpose them onto Sakura as a catch all to make her "cooler" or "more interesting" to suit whatever they are trying to accomplish with her. I'm talking about how Sakura is portrayed as some combination of all or some of the following: a gorgeous, insanely empathetic woman who also has a temper (but only in the Strong Female Character way, not a true-to-life feminine rage way that addresses and unpacks her canon deep insecurities and demonstrated emotional insensitivity toward others, because that would be unattractive), is able to see past her love interest's issues and secrets and "understand" them perfectly (often without any real substantive work put into exploring how or why this makes sense in the context of the story), is both therapist and powerhouse in all that she does, is possessed of unparalleled kindness but also """"she's so sassy!""" type of shit. She's full of so many contradictions yet somehow the perfect, ideal girlfriend that my head spins. Who is she anymore? I don't know this person. That’s the protagonist-chan shit I’m talking about (see also, relatedly: Mary Sue, but I think that only captures one dimension of the problem). I think we’ve all seen those fics. There are a lot of them, and they are egregious or not to varying degrees. It’s boring as hell.

2. For some reason (no, I know the reason and I’ll get to it in a sec), people tend to like only Sakura and not care about maining any other female characters. Like the number of people I have encountered over the years in this fandom who outright (and, bizarrely, quite proudly) proclaim that they only read Sakura fics and will not entertain any other female main is…well, it makes me sad for them. Not that you can’t main your faves, but to wear it as a badge of honor feels red flag-y to me. What is it about the other ladies that offends you so? Have you questioned what it is about those other female characters that puts you off without giving them a shot? (I have some possible answers to these questions below.)

Anyway, we know why. The generous reason is that she is simply the main character of canon and has the most screen time, so it’s understandable that she’d have more fans than the other girls with comparatively less screen time. Nothing wrong with that on its face. It just makes sense.

However, my cynically in-this-fandom-for-15+-years ass also knows that, to a certain degree, this aversion to other female characters who are not Sakura is related to #1 above. She’s protagonist-chan, an easy personality to obliviate and make vanilla/ideal in a way that is simultaneously reductive and inoffensive, and that makes her approachable. Safe. An aspirational "that could be me." Characters like Ino, Karin, Mei, Tsunade, etc. don’t flatten as easily. They have more polarizing personality traits you can't squirm your way out of like you can with Sakura (I say you can with Sakura only because people do it, not because it can actually be done well or in any way that is satisfying to me personally). Those polarizing personalities put a lot of people off. It’s not unique to Naruto, it’s just the way people tend to write and consume stories in general. That’s why we get the “sassy best friend” trope and "women be catty". Sassy BFF is generally a more interesting character because she is allowed to be a chaotic fuck up on screen or horny on main, but she rarely gets the spotlight because that very same leeway makes her unrelatable to too many people. Some very "I'm in this picture and I don't like it" type of reactions.

Here's the part where I say "not every fan". Obviously, it's not every fan. If you don't want to read an Ino fic, don't. I'm not going to arrest you. But these generalizations are helpful in identifying patterns and for forcing ourselves to question our unconscious biases and unpack them. Which, personally, I find interesting.

3. All this to say that I'm honestly dismayed by how far fandom falls astray wrt Sakura at times. She actually has a lot of cool traits, interesting personality, and plenty of cracks in the plaster to make for a well-rounded, relatable character while still proudly repping the "normal girl" or "everyman" position. All she needs is some care and extrapolation, the same as most of the other characters. The foundation is there in canon even if it isn't fleshed out well enough on its own. But it's more than enough to build upon in fanon, which a lot of very skilled authors do super well! I previously talked about why I think Sakura is so much more than just protagonist-chan in this post and why it isn't a bad thing on its face. There are plenty of authors who understand that and write it well, and those fics are some of the best in the fandom imo. Unfortunately, there are also many authors who don't. Those stories are not bad and those writers don't suck. They just don't appeal to me personally because that's not what I'm looking for in Sakura fic.

4. Why is Sakura so shippable? I suspect that people take her "everyman" positioning and find very little that is offensive when you put her next to other characters. Like a staple food, rice or beans or potatoes. Goes with everything, and it gives room to sweat over the character you pair her with who, typically, is allowed to be more interesting and complex (the patient to Sakura's therapist). And if that's what you like, awesome! I wholeheartedly support you and I hope you create and find the content you wish to see. There's nothing at all wrong with this preference, and the Sakura fandom is very blessed to have a lot of good content to choose from. There is literally something for everyone, which is such a nice perk of being a Sakura fan.

[withoutyouimsaskia]

Remember Me, Special Dreams

Part XII.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9  Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17  Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25

GIF: Originally posted by​ @sic-vita​​​​​

Summary: Self-insert. You're having trouble with recurring night terrors and Morpheus pays you a visit. (Title from the lyrics of Placebo’s Special Needs)

Warnings: language, angst, mentions of night terrors.

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Hello there! I'm still absolutely buzzing from yesterday's comic con trip where I got to see Tom and Mason talk about all things Sandman. I wrote a little gushy post: A Dream Come True. Please let me know your thoughts on the next part. Hope you all have a fantastic week and a Happy Halloween. All my love, Saskia <3

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In all the time that you had been coming to your cottage in the Dreaming, you had never once left its walls. You assumed that the scenery outside was just a back drop, not something that could be interacted with.

How wrong you were.

The ground is solid as you step on to the block paved path, and the gate at the end of it has a realistic creak when you swing it open.

Morpheus follows just behind and engages the lock carefully after you both. 

You are still cringing with embarrassment as you secure the buttons on the coat that he had conjured for you on the cottage threshold. Being surveilled while performing is something you typically actively avoid, even among people you have known for many years, thus making his observation of you even more disquieting.

You dial into your surroundings to quell your self-focus. 

A rain shower is starting to clear up. Shining gems of moisture cling to the grass blades. There is petrichor in the air. Being exposed to the soothing scent, it causes you perk up like a bouquet of flowers being reintroduced to water.

Morpheus lets you lead the way and you walk in comfortable silence. 

You feel his eyes on you.

"You seem much more composed tonight. Is that a correct assertion?"

Morpheus’ voice is warm and golden honey, complimenting well with the rays of sunlight that begin to peek through the cloud cover.

Your reply is teasing at first and then sincere.

“If you exclude the little dance party incident back there, then, yes, I think that I'm really starting to turn a corner.”

He says nothing, giving you the chance to elaborate.

“I can go whole days without replaying the final conversation in my head. I don’t feel the guilt like I did… I'm actually beginning to forgive myself."

The satisfaction and pride on Morpheus’ face sends your heart soaring.

"I couldn't have got to this headspace as quickly as I have without you. Being here, in a safe space, with such awareness, it's given me extra time to process my feelings and thoughts. I know they are simple dream scenarios but they've helped no end with the healing process and I'm going to miss them being so constant when they’re gone."

"Your dreams are not simple, Y/N." He looks down at the ground. "They are beautiful, a pleasure to behold."

The compliment ties your tongue, robbing you of delivering an immediate response.

You have reached a lone tree. An established oak that casts a generous patch of shade. You both stand beneath the leafy canopy.

“You must have seen a lot of dreams in your time,” you finally say.

He hums in agreement. “I can tell a lot about a person through the simple act of looking at their subconscious."

"What do mine say about me?"

“I see your longing for exploration and stimulation. An inquisitive nature and a hunger for knowledge. You wish to experience, but not in a way where people tell you how to do it. You need a level of freedom to feel satisfaction in your efforts.”

His words ring true to an unsettling level. You retreat into yourself, never having drawn the parallel between your dream choices and how you behaved in the Waking World, particularly in more recent weeks. It was the exact reason you ended your relationship; you were unready to participate so completely in someone else’s plan.

A breeze dislodges a few leaves from the branches above your heads which pulls you back into the scene.

One of the leaves drifts into Morpheus’ unruly shock of hair.

Without thinking, your left hand comes up to pull the small object out.

He startles at the intention and flinches when you make contact with him.

“Sorry.”

He settles quickly. “It is alright.”

You drop your hand back to your side, energy soaking into your being from the slight touch. It takes up residence in your skeleton, causing warmth to surge within you. You turn away, undoing a button on your coat to cool down.

You cannot get over how soft his hair felt.

You swallow your longing before deciding to change the subject.

"I think I'm ready to have nightmares again."

Morpheus nods once. "I support your decision."

"You think I'm ready?"

“I do."

You are dizzyingly excited.

Morpheus sets out the terms in a serious tone.

“You must promise me that you will inform me immediately of anything that may threaten your stability before you enter the Dreaming.”

“Absolutely, of course.”

 “I suggest we reconvene in a week. I will let you continue exploring alone.”

“Thank you.”

He nods and takes a step backwards.

“Wait, how do I let you know if something changes?”

Morpheus’ beautiful eyes lock with yours. His tender reply is all the promise you need. “You need only call me and I will come.”

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In the week that passes, you find yourself in two nightmares. One located in the exam hall of your secondary school and the other in a clown filled circus. They cause you to jolt awake but you are happy to find that they do not consume you.

You are eager to tell Morpheus, hopeful that he will look at you with the same pleasure as he had done when you had told him of your progress with emotional stabilisation.

Except he doesn’t show.

You had never had a specific time slot but there had been a routine where Morpheus would typically appear within a couple of minutes of you falling asleep.

You sit on the edge of the sofa seat, your focus drifting to the cottage door, hoping for a knocking noise.

A rhythm is eventually sounded out but it’s not made through rapping on wood; it is the hollow sound made through contact with glass.

A familiar glossy feathered bird is peering at you through the window.

It’s Matthew.

He caws once.

You run over and operate the handle to let him in. He flies on to the coffee table and ruffles his feathers exuberantly to shake off some raindrops.

“Hey, Y/N. Long time, no see.”

“Hi Matthew, how are you?”

“Oh, you know, still a raven. You?”

You suppress a laugh. “I'm getting there.”

“I'm happy to hear it.”

Matthew hops closer to you creating a scritch-scratching sound as he goes.

“So, Lord Morpheus sent me to pass on a message. He’s going to have to postpone.”

“Everything okay?”

“Something's come up that couldn't wait. It should be over soon though.”

You feel an onslaught of worry for Morpheus, and then push it down. He's likely one of the most powerful beings in the universe. There is no need to be concerned. Probably.

“That’s fine, I’ll see him another day,” you say with a smile. 

 You motion to the bowl of dried fruit and nuts on the table next to your carrion companion. 

“You want something to eat?” 

Matthew appraises the contents cautiously with his onyx eyes. 

“Are those raisins?” 

He sounds terrified. 

“You’re not a fan?”

“Umm, not really.” 

“That’s okay, I’ll pick them out for you.” 

You upturn the bowl and start to separate the offending items out from the rest of the mix. 

Matthew delicately picks up peanut halves while you graze absentmindedly on the rejects for a bit. 

He pauses in eating. “I heard you’re back on the nightmare list. How’s that going so far?” 

“Not too badly. I mean, there have been no nightmares in my room that I know of. Have you felt any earthquakes here?” 

“Nothing.” 

You let out a sigh of relief. 

“Can I ask you a personal question?” Matthew says suddenly. 

“Sure...” You drag out the word hesitantly. 

“What’s been going on when you and Lord Morpheus meet?” 

You are flustered, immediately thinking back to the kiss and wondering if someone saw you. 

“Nothing’s been going on.” 

“You sure? ‘Cause he’s been acting differently since you came around.”

“Different how?” You are overwhelmingly curious. 

“I dunno, happier, I guess.” 

“But we just… talk.” 

“Well, whatever it is that you talk about, keep it up. Lucienne says that after all he’s been through, it’s such a relief to see him this way.” 

The only response you can muster is: “Oh.” 

“I haven’t got as much to compare to and I’m not 100% sure what happened but apparently something really affected him.” 

Now you have no words. 

Matthew bobs his head. 

"Anyway, I should get back to the palace." 

"Okay, thank you for coming, Matthew." 

"See you around, Y/N." 

He swoops through the still open window. 

You wake up not long after with a maelstrom of thoughts. The very idea of anything upsetting Morpheus makes your heart sore beyond measure. 

“Oh, shit,” you say out loud.

You realise in that moment that you are falling for Morpheus.

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"I was biting my tongue, I was trying to hide. I'll forget what I've done,  I will be re-defined."

[asce-of-hearts]

Can I request a smut drabble of soft, yet needy Yandere!Hawks constantly having wet dreams of his darling who’s a barista at a cafe he goes to and when he follows her home, she assumes he does this to keep civilians safe and invites him in since it’s gonna rain and wet his wings.

She lets him rest on her couch with a pillow and blanket after dinner and he uses his feathers to snoop on her room but he over hears her moaning softly in her room since she’s having a wet dream of him and when he goes and gets hard for her, he sees her hips thrusting the air as she softly says “Inside me, Hawks. Cum inside me, please. I want you so much”

He grants her wish (since he dreamed of her saying that) as he humps and stimulates her but she wakes up and when she realizes what’s happening she’s fine with him fucking her and cumming inside her since she’s always been attracted to him and he desperately cums inside her and claims her as his before they both fall asleep.

Of course, sugar!

Wet dreams 🎂 🍨

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Contents: yandere!Hawks doing the frutifantastic with fem!darling.

Warnings: DUB-CON, NSFW, WET DREAMS, OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOUR, YANDERE THEMES, STALKING, FEM!DARLING, SOMNOPHILIA, MASTURBATION.

He just woke up covered in sweat, a large stain in his underwear, his breathing was irregular. He sighed in frustration, its the fourth time this week he has woke up like that. And its all because of you.

He really likes you, that adorable waitress and barista who always seems to get his morning coffe right, making him get there really early before any customers get in there and catch your attention and take him away from you, or, you know, fans that ask him for autographs.

His gaze is focused on your hands, you’re preparing his coffe just how he likes it, he wonders if you make it with love and that’s why it tastes so good. You smile kindly at him, getting him out of his train of tought.

“Here you go, Hawks!” you say cheerfully, despite being early in the morning you seem so active always.

He smiles back “Thanks, dove” he grabs the cup, you only blush at the nickname and charge him for his order. He flashes a smile towards you “Gotta go for now, see you soon, y/n” his voice makes your heart skip a beat. You have always been a fan of him, he is just so... admirable, unlike you. Only a simple girl working as a barista.

When he leaves the establishment you sigh, thinking about how he called you ‘dove’ earlier. You blush and cover your face with your hands, you quickly focus on work again ‘he isn’t flirting y/n’ you think ‘he is just being kind, I bet he is like that with every citizen’.

Your day goes normal, your turn ends late at night as usual since there’s always a lot of customers. You sigh, its raining today and you don’t have an umbrella, you feel really unlucky. Still, you put your coat over you and lift it a little in attempts that it will cover your enough so you don’t get to your appartment completely soft.

Hawks turn on the contrary ended early today. He is flying towards the cafe to see you, and he finds you walking as fast as you can without tripping and covering yourself from the rain. He smiles, quickly going in the opposite direction and returning in no time.

“Tought you needed this” he says suddenly, making you yelp “its just me, don’t be scared, baby” he smiles and hands you the umbrella, already opened and preventing you from getting even more soaked.

“T-Thank you, Hawks!” you say a little confused, but again, deciding to think nothing of it ‘he is just being kind’ you say and grab the umbrella firmly. He accompanies you all the way to your appartment, just a little security check so that stupid neighbor of yours doesn’t think that he gets a chance to help you, you already got the n.2 hero at your service.

And before he can leave when you enter your appartment safe and sound you notice that his wings are wet “W-Wait” you stop him “I think-  Uh- Would you like to come in, at least until the rain stops...” you say shyly, opening the door a little in an inviting way.

“You’re so kind to me, y/n. Thank you” he says and steps in. You help him remove and hang his soaking wet coat, its heavier than you expected.

You pull out a couple of blankets and pillows, leaving them on the couch for him. He smiles at your attitude. You would make such a good wife.

“The bathroom is there, you can grab anything you’d like from the cabinets and fridge, sorry if it isn’t much” you smile “if you need anything please call me” his heart rushes “good night, Hawks”

“Please, call me Keigo” he just wants to hear you say his name.

“Of course, Keigo” you smile before closing the door. Leaning against it as you try not to scream in joy. Pro hero Hawks, your all time crush is at your house. You go into bed, fantasying about stupid things you’d like to do with him, you’d like him to do to you.

You end up falling asleep quickly, but Keigo has other plans. He explores your apartment while you’re asleep, finding a couple of things that surprise him. You have a rather simple home, adorned with pictures of your family and friends, he frowns at one with a guy that seems particularly handsy towards you, he stops facing it when he sees a couple of magazines.

He’s in the cover of all of them.

“Oh, so she is a fan” a mischievous smile creeps onto his face “how adorable” he sighs, he’s about to send one of his feathers to inspect your room, his ears finding a pleasant surprise when he opens the door. Little moans and whimpers reach his ears, he quickly runs to the room. Only to find your small body humping the air.

“Hawks~” you moan sleepily, getting him so horny he thinks his erection might break his underwear from how much it wants to be inside you “please... inside me... cum- ah~ please” you mumble incoherent messes of sentences. He is on top of you, like a predator on his prey. His unclothed hands make their way to your clit, rubbing circles softly, making you moan and cry more for him.

“I told you to call me Keigo, silly girl” he groans and he humps the mattress, his impatience had him ripping your pajama shorts a long time ago, leaving your intimacy exposed for him, its dripping with your juices, he can’t help it when he inserts a thick and long digit inside you just to hear that delicious moan that rips out from your lips.

You end up waking up at the sudden sensation of being filled, only to find him lining his cock with your entrance “K-Keigo?” you ask, confused about the situation but not displeased with it. He jumps at the surprise “H-Hey y/n. Didn’t think you would wake up, seems like you were having a fun dream” his mouth runs, it never stops, not even when you caught him almost raping you. You remember what you were dreaming about, instantly blushing.

“Do you uh- do you want me to stop?” he asks, you shake your head in disagreement “please just- fill me with your cum, Kei” the nickname has him going feral, inserting his cock painfully slow for both of you, you grab firmly to his forearms, digging your nails a little.

He starts thrusting inside you, slow at first but the pace growing more brutal as he feels his self control leave him, you teased his wings and moaned his name, the sound of wetness and skin slamming making the atmosphere incredibly lewd.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fill you so good y/n” he says “cum for me, please cum for me” he pleads, rubbing circles on your clit, before you can say anything your walls clench around him, milking him in a toe curling orgasm “K-Keigo!” you arch your back, feeling him tense and let out a loud groan, your walls filled with his cum in an instant.

You both pant heavily, he stays inside of you for a moment “I just... want to keep it inside you” he groans, pushing his hips inside you further “fuck” his voice is deep, making you shake.

he doesn’t want to pull out and you respect that wish, only cuddling with him on your small bed.

“Guess now I have an excuse to keep you mine, dovey”

I hope you enjoy this, darling

Have a great day/night

[fictionalmenmistress]

🌸🍡Taehyung with a chubby darling🍡🌸

In which our best boy reacts to having a bashful girlfriend who happens to be volumptous and curvy... and chubby and soft... and he finds it to be SO SEXY she has no ideaaaa! *Y/N insert story!*

Some NSFW but mostly SFW, some angsty self image views, but soft and fluffy praises. Not requested, but I felt like doing it for a little self-gratification since he'd likely be exactly like this... enjoy lovelies~ 😚

All of my work is labelled under the hashtag #fictionalmenmistress, in the tags 🌸🍡🌸

"Hey baby~" Taehyung devilishly smirks, tucking his head into your shoulder.

"AHH!" You shriek, as your boyfriend squeezes you from behind. You pull out your earbuds and pause your music, spinning around to face him before you. "You SCARED me, Taehyung!"

Taehyung softly chuckled, taking you into his arms. "Awwww my baby... I'm sorry." He cooed, not taking your scolding seriously.

You pull your face away from his gentle hands, as he leaned closer to cup your cheeks... but pouts when he's denied.

"What if a sasaeng broke in and grabbed me or something? Its scary enough to be in such a big house all by myself, you know I'm always looking over my shoulder... because I'm scared of ghosts, and stuff going 'bump' in the night."

"But not us going 'bump' in the night, right?" He mischeviously smirks, taking your hand into his, examining your face with half-closed, lulled eyes.

"Taehyungieeee-" you whine, playfully scolding him to pay attention, as a blush surfaces over your whole face. "You know I scare easily."

"I do too, precious." He quietly assures, before groaning. "OKAYYYY, I won't suprise you off guard anymore... no matter how cute or amusing your reaction may be-" he murmured in submission, letting out a long sigh. "Can't I just... hold you now?"

You blush, as he guides your hand to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss against the back of your hand. "I missed you all day... you're usually with me at the studio, or waiting with those yummy muffins after dance practice."

You giggle. "You mean the ones I lie to PD-nim about? Saying they're faux muffins, that are really veggie-based, to enhance protein and carb burning?" You ask, lifting your eyebrows in an amused way.

"Yeah, those ones..." Taehyung sighs with a pout. "All the guys love them... even Mister Bang now."

"He does, doesn't he?" You grimace, remembering the tray you made their boss recently, per-request. "I feel bad about lying, now that he thinks they're okay to eat all the time..."

"NOOO we can't lose our muffins!!" Taehyung playfully whines, clinging onto your arm. "He'll make us diet if he knowssss!"

"It sounds like you miss my muffins more than me." You smirk.

Taehyung scoffs, shaking his head, before planting several, slow kisses, up your arm.

"No, there's nothing I wouldn't give to have you by my side. Every day... muffins or no muffins." He giggles, towering over you and gazing into your eyes. "I missed you today."

"I missed you too, Tiger. I had been needing to do some artwork for my webtoon panels." You smile, booping his nose. "I'm trying to build an audience for my own work!"

Taehyung gently groans, pulling you in close by your waist. "You know... I can reccomend it to army on weverse or twitter. You've always been the best story teller I know... so its not like I'd be making up any praises about how amazing it is..."

You run your fingers through his soft hair, as he nuzzles into your neck. You can feel his breath slowing, huffing against your skin to breathe you in. He sends a shiver down your spine, slowly squeezing his hands over your hips, almost like... he's kneeding dough.

"Tae... y-you know I want to make something for myself..." you blush, as his hands sensually explore their way up your back. "I want to have self-made sucsess, doing what I love. It means a lot to me, to say that I did it, without anyone's help."

"Mmmm... my pretty little buisness CEO... I love it when you're ambitious and driven."

You scoff, wriggling in his hold. "Oh please, Tae... I'm not little, c'mon." You blush, this time out of embarrasement.

He can feel your body grow stiffened in his arms.

"Why can't I just praise you?" He whispers, almost saddened that you won't accept the admiration.

He leans back and stares into your eyes, with a small childish pout of dissapointment on his lips. His eyes are big and glossy as they penetrate your soul... like that of a puppy.

Its so wonderfully strange how he can look so intimidating and sexy sometimes... then all of a sudden so soft and baby-ish.

And right when he had you where he wanted you, softening your attention to be on him and distracted... of COURSE he would try to snag a move on you again. There went his large, manly hands... gently gripping and easing into a subtle squeeze on your waist skin... before sliding so slowly and delicately down to your bubbly buttcheeks.

Ah those thick buns and 'thicc' thighs. You love them then you hate them... they jiggle when you move, they always have. And... they have those small dimples in them. You always felt hesitant to let your boyfriend touch the soft spots, worried he may be turned off by the texture of your squishy skin, or how your body isn't tight like his own body. And yet... his gaze and hands always wandered there most... he was so needy for those areas, always trying to weasel his way into exploring them.

You were pretty confident about your big breasts, however. Those didn't make you feel like 'too much' for him. Well... besides the faded stretchmarks from them growing so quickly during middle school. Puberty... it just kinda hit you like a truck. You went from looking like a scrawny child to looking like a shapely woman with a baby doll face.

Parents would get mad at you trick or treating, assuming you were a college student dressing up and requesting candy. And those pervy older men were always such a pesty, creepy problem. All this to say, you became very aware of your body, very fast. Your other classmates were still skinny and shapeless, with more boxy frames than curvy frames, and none of the boys in your class ever seemed to be attracted to you, over the girls like them.

As Taehyung has said once before though... a young boy wants to knaw on bones, while a grown man hungers for the meat.

"Did you just compare me to meat?" You asked him after the fact.

"No! No... that's not what I..." He giggled, shaking his head. "Its just an old saying, that I only really understood when I grew up. Basically, women with shape are the sexiest to men... but teenage boys are attracted to a more child-like, thinner look." he quietly said.

His words echoed through your head, before you attention re-gathered in the moment happening now.

"You're little to me..." he innocently cooed.

Yes, I suppose height-wise you were shorter than your tall boyfriend. But you always wondered if you looked too... big... standing next to him. He was so lean... with practically no fat on his firm, toned body. But you were soft all over. And seeing Taehyung at award shows... surrounded by all of those dainty, tiny girlgroup idols... they looked like they could fit in his hands. But you... you felt so big sometimes, with your foreign genetics.

Taehyung never seemed to care, and he never said anything but praises, but you still wondered in the back of your mind. Did he think you were too much for him?

Taehyung liked a challenge. The more you shyed away, the more he pressed into you, cradling you in his grasp. (He knew the difference between you being shy versus being non-consenting, and NEVER went against your limits or desires. He read people quite well, especially you...)

"Taehyung..." you gulped, feeling your lips trembling to get the words out. "D-do you think I'm... f-fat?" You stammer. The look on his face is almost appalled, angered. Who would make you have such a false impression?

"What?" He repeated. "Fat? Absolutely NOT." He corrected, tilting up his chin confidently.

"B-but... according to Korean standards..." you muttered, beginning to ramble now that pandora's box had been opened. "I'm-"

"Don't say it." He coldly ordered. "Korean beauty standards are unrealistic and drive even the skinniest and prettiest of Korean women to get surgeries that promise an 'ideal image'. But, everyone is perfect exactly as they are. I know you know that, and you know I know that too. So, screw what advertising comanies call the 'ideal image' in my country or yours. Ideal image, my ass."

"Taehyung!" You gasp, suprised that he swore. Your boyfriend wasn't one to swear... it was a rare quality about him.

The way he worded it made you chuckle at a realization.

"Well, your butt is indeed the ideal image..." you murmured, making Taehyung smirk to see you amused and feeling a little better.

"I'm glad you think so, Jagiya~" he cooed, guiding you to the couch without his arms leaving your waist. You trusted him wholly, to guide you backwards, or anywhere.

Taehyung suddenly slipped his arm under one of your knees, making you yelp as he pulled your thigh up against the side of his body. He confidently smiles all the while, his intimate gaze never leaving your eyes. You feel his hand squeeze the thigh, and you could tell he was doing it less for support to lift you onto the couch, and moreso to feel your volumptuous form in his grasp. Ohhh he loved your thighs... your soft, lovely thighs...

He slowly leaned into you, guiding you to recline back onto the expensive, large, comfy couch.

You giggled, as he leaned all of his body onto you, squishing you playfully under him.

"Taehyung!" You laughed. "You're squishing me!"

"I want all of my body to be against your perfect body." He sweetly grinned. "There's not an inch of me that doesn't belong to you."

"Well, you're suprisingly heavy..." you playfully pout, succumbing to the comortable pressure his body was pressing into you. It was arousing, actually...

"And you're suprisingly light." He gently remarked, flipping you both so you were on top of him. You knew he didn't mean that in a bad way.

"Or you're just strong..." you sighed.

"Maybe I'm strong... but your body is perfect to me. The way you FEEL..." he began, greedily squeezing his palms over the softest parts of your thighs. "The way you LOOK..." he hungrily growled, almost an octive deeper... sending a shiver through your core as he drank in the image before him. His eyes widened as they scanned over your bouncing large breasts in his view, as he watched you sit up, straddling him as he lied there. The smile on his face was pleasured, pleased. He was a happy man to have you on top of him, no matter how light or heavy you were... he WANTED you to press your lovely form into him. "The way you walk... so bouncy and sexy... I feel jealous about how the hyungs check you out when your back is turned." His voice turned devilishly lower... deeper... as if wrathful for revenge. "Its a crime that any man gets to see your godess-like form standing before them, besided me."

"Th-they do that?" You blush, not realizing the rest of the boys saw you in that way.

"Mhmm... all of them do. Its soooo not fairrr..." he grumbled under his breath, almost purring as he took in the sight of your squishy tummy against his chest, and your juicy thighs around him. "Kitten~" he desperately sighed. "I get so HARD, just IMAGINING how you look IN clothes that cover you completely... let alone the f-fantasies of you naked~" he humms, with a hitch in his breathy whispers.

"Hh-huhh..." he sighs, his breath hitching again, as his eyes lazily roll into the back of his head, before re-drifting back down onto you. Just the remembrance gets him THAT hot and bothered??

"For realsies?" You coyly, bashfully ask.

"Of course, kitten. Would I lie to you?" He asks, raising his eyebrows with a confident smirk.

"Maybe... if it would make me feel better..." you dissapointedly assume.

He sits up, supporting himself on one of his arms, making his chest press against your breasts through your shirt. You were face to face now... just staring into one another's eyes.

"NEVER." He assured. "I would never lie to you. There's no reason for me to lie to make you feel better, Jagi. You're literally a goddess."

You feel your cheeks flume red. "G-goddess?"

"Yes! Renaissance masters didn't sculpt ideal greek godess statues with soft curves for nothing..." he grumbled, blushing at the sight of your innocent face.

"Ohh Taehyungie..." you dreamily sighed, leaning fully against his chest as he slowly lowered you both down, to lie against one another horizontally.

"The way our bodies are so different... the way yours is so soft comared to how hard and stiff mine is... its perfect." He gently cooed. "I'm surpised that you're so comfy in my arms."

"Oh Tae, you're my safe place. I love how you feel... I love how you hold me." You intimately whispered.

He stared deeply into your eyes, as a gentle smile rested on his admiring, sculpted, handsome face.

"Didn't you find me during our Love Yourself era?" He asked, cocking a brow.

"Mhmm." You responded, rapidly nodding your head up and down in such a soft, innocent way.

Taehyung giggled, endeared at your cuteness. "Okay then. I want you to love yourself... because I love you. All of you."

He gently lifted your loose shirt up enough to grab onto your waist, running his hands slowly down the sides of you, to squeeze your soft tummy in his hands, his eyes practically glistening with desire.

"Ever inch of you... every hair, every patch of skin, every tint and shade, every texture. You belong to me, and you're the sexiest being in existance. And all of me belongs to you, only you, forever. Alright?" He romantically assured, gazing hopelessly into your eyes.

The soft smile that pulled into his lips, let you know the fullest sincerity of his tone. "Okay." You smile, leaning into his lips to kiss him.

Slowly, passionately you kissed, deepening the intimate act with every second. Soon enough, your hands were running all over one another, tilting your heads to reach your tongues into the deepest parts of your mouth. Body to body... you both were perfect, together and apart, exactly as you are... he loved you.

🌸 the end 🌸 (for more, visit my hashtag: #fictionalmenmistress in the tags 🥰 requests and headcannons are also open!)

[thatshithurted8]

Fuck & Make Up

Summary: The Pogues devise a plan for you and JJ to stop hating each other. However, this plan involves leaving you two alone on Heyward’s boat in the middle of the marsh.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: SMUT, oral (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it,) mentions of bullying, and smoking.

You and Pope pull up to Heywards boat that was anchored in the middle of the marsh. John B called you saying that they needed their help since the engine stopped working for some reason. Without hesitating you of course agreed to help your friends. 

As you walk onto the boat you see Kie and John B crouched down near the engine trying to fix it. With a closer look around the boat you realize that JJ wasn’t there, which you were completely fine with. You two have never gotten along so a moment without JJ was a moment of peace. 

“Did you guys check the plugs?” You ask bending down beside your friends who were handing the tools over to you. 

“No you should check those.” Kiara says as her and John B slowly walk over to the HMS pogue without you noticing. 

You furrow your eyebrows as you examine the machinery in front of you and realize it was completely fine. “Guys it’s fine.” You say standing up, but you drop the screwdriver you were holding once you see John B and Kiara jumping off of the boat and swimming towards the boat Pope was in. 

“Where are you guys going?” You ask walking over to the edge of the boat, but your thoughts were interrupted when you hear a banging sound come from the lower level of the boat. You walk over and lift the hatch to reveal the one person you couldn’t stand. JJ Maybank. 

JJ’s eyes widen when he comes face to face with you. “Oh hell no.” He says coming out from the lower level as he hears the engine start to the HMS Pogue. However, he was too late, the small boat started to move farther and farther away from the two teens. John B raised his hand and dangled the pair of keys to Heywards boat in the air. 

“Fuck them.” You scoff, folding your arms while watching the small boat disappear in the distance. 

JJ turns and looks at you with an amused expression on his face. Yea he didn’t want to be there to hear you complain about him just existing, but it wasn’t the end of the world. “I can’t be that bad.” He says following you into the control area. 

“Yes you are!” You exclaim, opening and closing drawers in hopes of finding a spare key to start the boat. As you did this JJ leaned against the door frame while getting a perfect few of your ass bent over. He quickly looks away when you stand up and turn around with a defeated expression on your face. 

The blond has always thought you were attractive, but if you were rude on the inside you were ugly on the outside. Little did he know you thought the same thing about him, but you knew never in a million years you would admit that. It would only boost JJ’s already large ego and you would never hear the end of it. 

“Fuck this shit.” You say pushing JJ out of the way and walking to the front of the boat to sit down and wallow in your self pity. 

You have a few minutes of peace by yourself before JJ walks over to you and sits down. He scoots close to you, causing you to move over a bit, but you couldn’t help, but acknowledge how good the boy beside you smelt. 

“You know Y/N.” JJ says causing you to look over at him while he focuses on rolling a joint. “I want to be friends, but clearly you can’t get over the fact that I bullied you in middle school.” 

Rolling your eyes, you scoff and fold your arms against your chest. “More like tormented.” You retort, thinking back to the days young JJ Maybank bullied you every chance he got. 

When you became close with Pope and then got re-introduced to the rest of the group you were hoping JJ had changed. However your hopes went to shit when JJ saw you standing beside Pope in the Chateau. “Hey guys look it’s pickle!”  The nickname originated when you had an allergic reaction to one on your sandwich during lunch one day. Young JJ made one of your most terrifying moments a joke around the school. Since that day in middle school you have held a grudge against the Maybank boy for being so cruel to you.

“I wasn’t that mean to you.” 

Once again you scoff, not believing the words coming out of JJ’s mouth. “Yea making me hate everything about myself when I was 12 and 13 wasn’t mean.” You say remembering the nights you would cry yourself to sleep remembering JJ’s mean comments about your body.

JJ’s eyes widen at your bold statement, but he could tell you were telling him the truth. He instantly felt bad especially knowing that wasn’t his younger self’s intentions. Far from it actually. 

The blue eyed boy sighs and looks over at you, finishing rolling the joint. “The reason why I bullied you all the time was because I liked you and I was jealous that you liked Rafe. Thinking back now, trying to get you to like me back by being an asshole to you wasn’t the best plan. So I’m sorry for that Y/N.” 

You look over at him, surprised that after all of these years he apologized for his past actions. You could tell that he was being genuinely serious too. 

“Don’t worry though, my picking up girls skills weren’t good back then, but trust me they are now.” He says winking at you and handing you the unlit joint. 

You hesitate not knowing if you should take it or not. Taking it would mean that you would be forgiving him even though you still have insecurities to this day because of things he said to you as a child, but not taking it wouldn’t solve anything. 

“Fuck off Maybank.” You say before ultimately deciding to take it, with a small smile on your face. 

- 

“Look a shooting star!” You say pointing up at the night sky taking a puff from a freshly lit joint. 

“Where?” JJ asks looking up at the sky then back at you when he couldn’t find it. 

“There.” You say blowing the smoke out of your mouth and into his face. 

JJ blows the smoke away with his hand, an amused expression visible on his face. He takes the joint from your small hand and puts it in his mouth. You watch as he inhales it and you can’t help, but notice the tingly feeling in your core. JJ Maybank was already attractive, but the way he smoked the weed under the moonlight made you feel a certain way. When you realize what you were thinking about, you brush your thoughts off as you just being high, but you hadn’t actually smoked a lot. 

Your thoughts are interrupted when JJ copies you and blows the smoke out of his mouth and into your face causing you to giggle. The blond does it again, simply so he could hear you laugh. 

To your surprise being stranded on a boat for a night your middle school bully wasn’t actually that bad. After JJ opened up to you and apologized for his past actions you both started opening up to each other and started to act like actual friends. Five minutes go by while you two keep on passing the joint back and forth while blowing the smoke into each other’s faces. 

“Wait. I have an idea.” JJ says taking the joint from you once again and inhaling the substance. You watch with parted lips as the boy beside you moves in closer to blow the smoke into your face, but you instantly freeze when JJ places his lips on yours, blowing the smoke into your mouth this time. 

JJ pulls away and instantly regrets doing what he just did, by your reaction. You sat frozen and wide eyed, not being able to register what just happened. 

“Shit. Sorry Y/N I shouldn’t have done that. The weed just makes me frisky I guess.” The boy says looking down at the joint in between his fingers. However, he wasn’t actually that high. 

Thousands of thoughts swarmed your mind as you finally realized what happened. Impulsively you act on the tingly feeling in your core and you place your lips back against JJ’s. To say JJ was shocked was an understatement, but he was quick to kiss you back, his free hand caressing your cheek.

“I’m not that high.” You say pulling away and starring into his blue eyes that looked a lot darker than normal. 

“Good cause I’m not either.” He says throwing the roach of the joint somewhere on the boat and pulling you onto his lap while kissing you again. 

This kiss was a lot deeper and passionate. JJ bites your bottom lip, causing you to moan. He takes this opportunity and inserts his tongue into your mouth. You let his tongue explore your mouth before he pulls away and moves your hair out of the way. 

His head dips down to your throat where he sucks mercilessly on the sensitive skin. You move your head to the side instinctively to give JJ more access. As he bites softly at your soft skin, before placing wet kisses along the places he was leaving hickeys. 

“Fuck JJ.” You moan grinding into his lap. His large calloused hands wander along your body as you do so, one of his hands land on your ass and one on your breast. He squeezes your ass, continuing to leave red marks down your neck to the hem of your bikini top. 

You continue to grind in his lap and by now you could feel his prominent member against your inner thigh. JJ pulls away from his assault on your neck as his hand plays with the strings of your bikini top. 

“Can I?” He asks, referring to taking it off. 

You simply nod before kissing him again. Through sloppy kisses JJ was able to remove your bikini top, throwing it somewhere on the boat. His head starts to go further down your body and his mouth eventually meets your left breast. He swipes his tongue around your erected nipple while his hand goes up to give your other breast some attention. 

JJ looks up at you and finally puts your hard nipple in his mouth, sucking it. You moan while arching your back and pushing your core closer to his. Seeing you as a moaning mess in his arms only made the blond even more turned on, that and how your small fingers would run and pull on his golden locks. 

He gives your right breast the same attention with his mouth while pushing you closer to his throbbing member. “Fuck you’re so hot.” He says as you grind against him again. 

You feel his free hand travel down your body as he continues to lick and suck on your nipple. JJ’s hand ends up finding its way to the zipper of your jean shorts. He looks up at you again, asking for permission, but before he even says anything you nod your head yes. 

The Maybank boy pulls down your zipper and lies you down so he could take them off, leaving you in your revealing bikini bottoms. He hovers over you and kisses you again, his hand finding your ass and squeezing it. 

You kiss back, one of your hands in his hair the other grazing over his abs and down to bulge. JJ basically jumps at the sudden contact, but it doesn’t take long for him to start grinding into your hand while you start to palm him through his swim trunks. 

Hearing JJ groan at how you were making him feel made you spiral into another universe. The sounds coming from his mouth was music to your ears. Your hand finds the bottom of the boys shirt and you start to tug on it signalling that you wanted it off. 

He quickly takes off his shirt and instantly goes back to making you feel good. His mouth leaves your breasts and he starts to kiss down your stomach, leaving wet kisses. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He says in between kisses. JJ makes his way down your body, mumbling sweet nothings about how beautiful you looked withering underneath him. His skilled mouth stops when he reaches your inner thighs. You could feel his warm breath fanning against your core and you wanted nothing more than him to just touch you where you needed him most. 

“JJ.” You moan while biting your lip. 

He kisses your left thigh and then your right before looking up at you. “Yes beautiful?” 

“Please?” You say desperately. 

“Touch me JJ.” 

“Where?” Here?” He says placing his large hand on your breast once again. 

Rolling your eyes you grab his hand and place it on your clothed core. “Touch me here.” 

JJ liked seeing you beg for his touch. Despite there being thick fabric between your pussy and his fingers JJ could feel your wetness through the bikini. He slowly moves your bottoms down your legs with his mouth before moving back up to your core. 

“Please J-” You say being interrupted by JJ’s tongue finding it’s way into you, lapping up your juices. You let out a loud moan as you pull roughly on his hair. Your reaction only boosting JJ’s ego. 

“So wet for me beautiful.” JJ says looking up at you, making eye contact. You swore just seeing your juices on his face almost made you cum instantly.

His tongue finds your bundle of nerves, sucking it while he pushes his pointer finger inside of your cunt. JJ adds his finger and you buck your hips up to meet his mouth and fingers, but his free arm pushes you back down. 

As his fingers reach deeper and his tongue continues to work it’s magic you could feel the coil in your stomach about to snap. “Fuck JJ. I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum!” You stutter. 

JJ smirks to himself while he reaches up and grasps your tit in his large hand, squeezing it. This on top of the way his tongue and fingers were thrusting in and out of you sent you into oblivion.

You let out a loud moan, arching your back as your first orgasm of the night washes over you. JJ sits up on his knees, leaving your sensitive core. You look down and see his bulge that looked like it was about to break through his shorts. 

Sitting up, you reach down towards the top of his shorts and pull them down, causing his dick to pop out, hitting his navel. You gulp looking down at him, not realizing that he was that big. 

You perch up onto your knees and meet JJ’s lips in a rough and lustful kiss. His hands instantly finding your ass before he lays you down once again. However, you sit up, flipping him over so now you were on top. 

“Look at you.” JJ says biting his lip, admiring you while bringing his fingers up to your mouth that were previously inside of you. Without any hesitation you wrap your mouth around his fingers and begin to suck. 

The image and feeling of you swiping your tongue around his fingers while hollowing out your cheeks almost makes JJ cum on the spot. You pull away, your mouth making a popping sound as his fingers leave your mouth. As you do this you continue to grind on his lap.

“Fuck that was hot.” 

You simply smirk at the boy under you before kissing him passionately and sitting back up. You wrap your small hand around JJ’s member and align it up with your entrance. JJ groans at your touch, but you two look at each other to make sure this was okay before doing anything further. 

With JJ giving you permission to continue you sink down on his cock, both of you letting out whimpers at the sensation. You wait until you are used to his size before moving. 

JJ places his hands on your hips and ass while you start to bounce up and down on his dick. Fuck was it ever hot to see you take control.

 “Just like that.” He says biting his lip, trying to contain his groans.

“You look so beautiful.” He says. The moonlight illuminating both of your sweaty bodies. You feel your cheeks heat up even more at the compliment and you continue to bounce up and down with JJ’s assistance. 

Without warning JJ quickly sits up wrapping his arms around your body before flipping you back over, his member still deep inside of you. You riding him was satisfying, but JJ couldn’t help himself from being the one directing the show. 

JJ thrusts into you and you feel him deeper than you did when you were riding him. “Keep doing that JJ!” 

Using your moans as inspiration JJ’s hips snap to meet yours at a faster pace before he throws one of your legs over his shoulder. You didn’t even realize you were that flexible until then, but you weren’t complaining. 

Your pussy pulses around JJ’s cock as he starts to thrust into you at a merciless pace. The blond reaches your g-spot and his his thumb falls between your legs, finding it’s way to your clit. 

“Holy fuck!” You moan once again. “JJ I’m going to cum.” You whine in between thrusts. 

“Then cum for me baby girl.” He whispers, biting your ear softly as his cock hits deeper and deeper inside of you. 

Without wasting anytime you allow the coil in your stomach to break for the second time that night. You scratch JJ’s back and softly bite his shoulder knowing you were going to leave marks as your second orgasm washes over you. 

JJ could feel his load building up, especially after feeling and watching you come around his cock. He thrusts a few more times before pulling out and cumming on your stomach, since he didn’t put on a condom. He rolls over and collapses beside you. 

“That was amazing.” He says regaining his breath and turning his head to look at you. You simply nod your head in agreement a smile appearing on your face as you meet the blond’s gaze. 

You two remain laying naked and sweaty at the front of Heywards boat just starring at each other in pure bliss. A smirk appears on JJ’s face while looking at you. 

“What?” You ask furrowing your eyebrows. 

“Clearly my plan in middle school did end up working.” He says smirking at you. 

You roll your eyes, but move closer to him so your head was resting on his chest, “Shut up Maybank.” 

- 

A/N this was my first ever smut so let me know what you think and if you have any critiques. Positive feedback is always welcome! :)

[ji-yaaan]

I feel like ordering something hot for this cold weather, hi, hi, is it okay if I ask for a lemon tea? Extra hot, please, I'm freezing. Leona, Octavinelle x MC, first french kiss because french kisses are good, and perhaps some hands involved, no one can resist french kisses' effects 🤭 Thank youuuuuuuu.

°•°•°•𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓚𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼•°•°•°

HC's with: Jade, Floyd, Azul, and Leona

WARNING!!!!!! Suggestive content, French kissing, mild spice ;)

Note: I'm late to requests what's new?😔 I am dying as I write this and the adrenaline in my system is ✨thriving✨ Go and live the horni dream as you read this crappy hc I guess? eHeM sElF iNseRt tiMe- hope you enjoy this hotass tea.😔✨

[ 𝙻𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚊: 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 ]

°•°•°•𝓙𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓛𝓮𝓮𝓬𝓱 •°•°•°

A kiss with jade was always short and sweet. A peck on the cheek, a peck on the lips..... How delicious...

But those "little kisses" weren't really enough to feed this eel for long. (・////・)

As time passes by, the sweet temptation from a lick of your lips sets his mind to a frenzy. He'd want to pull you for a deep long kiss, but he promised that he'd take it slow... Goodness you were such a tease...

Normally he'd just settle with kissing the back of your hand before a goodbye, or an occasional kiss on the lips when you tug on his blazer... But today, it seems as if this desires has took a hold of himself...

Sitting by the tables at the Mostro Lounge, you tugged on the end of his coat before you said your goodbyes...

Expecting for a sweet peck on the lips, Jade leans down your sitting figure instead... Ohoಠ ͜ʖ ಠ

His tall figure looming over yours with an intensive gaze as if he's ready to devour you any moment.

Let's be real here, You're probably frozen on the spot and you don't know what to do or what to say, thus you just go blushy blushy under Jade's gaze... Same tho ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

With the awkward silence as the two of you were alone in the lounge, the scarlet tint of your flushed cheeks just fuels Jade's desire more and more... My now, don't you just know how to push his buttons quite well?

In a flash of a second, everything goes black as Jade's lips collides with yours, unlike the usual comforting kisses... This one was... Hot...

Jade's tongue will gladly explore the deep depths of you. The kiss would definitely be long leaving you breathless. Take it or leave it( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

This being your first very very intimate moment, breathing through the messy kisses was difficult... But this eel just has a sadistic side to him enjoying your little squirms and embarrassment under his hold.

After the kiss, he loves admiring your flushed face with trails of saliva running down the corners of your mouth.

"Y/n my love, swallow it."

Maybe it was the dim lights and the slow music that played on the background, but a glint of lust sparkled in Jade's eyes with your reflection...( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

"Let me see... Good girl~"

Just like that with his usual foxy smile, don't be surprised if your knees were to give up later ಠ﹏ಠ

°•°•°•𝓕𝓵𝓸𝔂𝓭 𝓛𝓮𝓮𝓬𝓱•°•°•°

Oh Floyd... Ok, I'll make life easier for you and give you a summary of his Hc: "Pls pin me down and dominate me. Thanks"

Floyd's kisses were always unexpected; A pleasant surprise if you will.

Floyd's mood swings can sometimes go higher than a rollercoaster, or lower than my grades, but by the end of the day, he comes in refuge in your arms asking for all of your love and attention.(´ω｀)

But sometimes, his affection for you maybe goes a little bit too much. From a cute sweet kiss, it quickly escalates to something more...lustful...◕‿◕

From a warm hug and sweet kiss, now you're pinned down on the couch as Floyd attacks your neck with multiple kisses leaving a trail of bruises and saliva.

Now comes the fun part. Floyd being Floyd, his hands may get touchy. Like, a whole lot.

Be it with his hands sliding past your shirt or pants, or him constantly removing parts of your clothes one by one. ಠ‿ಠ

He's the type to hold up your wrists together so you can't move, and watch your pretty little face squirming and struggling until you beg for more kisses.

Down from your neck, moving his way up to your lips, a sudden entrance in your mouth will caught you by surprise as Floyd devours you on the spot. (✿^‿^)

His kisses were deep and long, his tongue explores every inch of your mouth.

You have to admit. Floyd's tongue is quite skilled, in fact very skilled.

With Floyd's deep and long kisses, It surely does get hard to breathe with drools dripping from the corners of you mouth.

But the moment he pulls back, the image of you all messed up and all the darkened hickeys on your neck fills him up with excitement! ಡ ͜ ʖ ಡ

The drools staining your chin as you breathe heavily under his hold does a lot to him.

Both you will definitely be a mess after this.

"Ahh~ Koebi-chan, look what you've done to me~"

Yeah... I'll leave that sentence to your imagination( ╹▽╹ )

•°•𝓐𝔃𝓾𝓵 𝓐𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓸 •°•

oH yEs I'vE bEeN wAiTiNg lOnG fOr oCtObOy- ehem( ͡°ᴥ ͡° )

Azul is not the sweetest person to ask for a kiss, but when he's jealous however... That's a different story... ಠωಠ

He might ask you to sit on his lap while he works, of course who are you to decline the sweet offer of cuddling up to Azul? But it seems as if a cuddle is not something he's asking for...

While his pen glides on the papers at the desk, his face will make it's way in the crook of your neck.

Please remove his glasses for him and stare deeply in his eyes, he finds that very sweet! (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

Azul loves to savor your sweet scent that gets him excited everytime. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Azul definitely finds a vocal partner a turn on, hearing your beautiful whimpers are music to his ears after all. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)♡

Trailing butterfly kisses in the nape of your neck, making his way to kissing your jawline.

After all of that hot stuff, he'll carry you to the sofa and sit you on top of him. Oho it's getting fun ಠ ͜ʖ ಠ

One hand supporting your waist, while the other hold unto your cheek. Azul diving for a hungry kiss with you.

Azul will try his best to take the lead and control the situation. He did his research afterall.

A deep kiss closing the gap between you was the best reassurance he has that you're his and his alone.

Please hold unto his shoulders for support and pull on his hair!!! Octoboi finds it hot heh-

With the kiss being deep and long, it will get hard to breathe. So after pulling away from the kiss, the hot breaths and saliva mixed together was quite the hot mess.

You can imagine Azul out of breath as he licks his lips staring directly at you.(•///•)

"Y/N... You're mine."

Eye contact... It's all about the eye contact that melts your insides when you look at Azul... AZUL WITHOUT GLASSES!

If you blush at his remarks, you get bonus points because Azul lovessss seeing you embarrassed~ ಠ﹏ಠ

Say "I love you" and you have Azul as putty under your hold~

Oh! and when you say I love you, Azul will definitely get flushed red to his ears and neck so... Teasing time hehe~ bully the octopie with love!

OCTOSQUID IN MAFIA SUIT I LOVE YOU SM I CAN'T EVEN- ok I'll shut up I'm sorry about that

•°•𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻 •°•

First of all, I can guarantee that the first french kiss with Leona will happen after a fight...ಠωಠ

After a fight of pride with Leona, sexual tension is through the roof! Glaring at each other, no signs of giving up as both of you are on each other's neck... Leona finds that hot ಠ‿ಠ

Leona won't admit to it, but having a fiesty partner that challenges him and puts him on edge was hot... In fact, very very hot...

Of course it's annoying at first, but seeing your furrowed eyebrows as you push your hair back in frustration does something to him (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

Leona finds attraction in high sexual tension, So let's say you're about to flip and your face goes a little bit too close to his... He'd take that as an open invitation to shut you up.

My, don't be surprised if a pair if lips started to kiss yours desperately. Pulling unto your waist as his other hands hold your chin up to face him, the kisses were messy, but it was exciting.

Ngl Leona's tongue can win a talent show with his top notch skills.

He'll gladly explore every inch of your mouth with pleasure ಡ ͜ ʖ ಡ

Oh, kissing with Leona gets pretty touchy too! His hands will wander under your shirt unto your back, maybe even lower if he feels extra curious today-ಠ◡ಠ

Please pull unto his hair, he finds that really hot too.

Expect low growls to bless your ears here and there... ಠ ͜ʖ ಠ

Oh! Sometimes Leona may get a little too touchy, so I guess you have to have the control to stop him if you don't like that. I doubt it tho( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

But if you're into those freaky stuff, Leona will gladly go on an adventure with you down there( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

After the kiss, don't be surprised if you find love bites here and there, better cover up since it's a lot...

Oh, but it's no use to cover up since this cat boy happens to be an exhibit artist that loves to show off his work staining your neck purple.

What a way to come back with something like this amirite? Heh🤠

ALSO, AZUL BRAIN ROT IS REAL- MALLEUS' SPOT IS THREATENED AS MY LOVE FOR OCTOPIE GROW- send help😭😭😭😭😭

Azul I want your kneecaps🤭

[eyndr-stories]

To Be Alive (FNAF SB fanfic) C6 - Breaking The News

In summary:

At long last, the thrilling continuation of 'To Be Human'! There are more shenanigans for Star and co to get up to, and new horrors to be subjected to! Not to mention, Eclipse is still at large and up to no good... As 'To Be Human' is a self contained stand-alone story, one could very well choose to leave the adventure as is! Considering there are some heavier themes in this one (biggest thing here being death, specifically) that's exactly what I would recommend you do if you like everything very much the way it ended in 'To Be Human'. This story is an exploration of a few ideas I wanted to work with left over from the first story, and a way to tie up some very minor loose ends, as well as a return to some characters and a world I had a lot of fun with.

Things To Know:

Reader insert! Y/N is not used and gender is not specified, though the reader does have a blorbo-appointed name (Star)

Non-specified relationships between reader and Sun & Moon, this can be read as pals, family, partners, whatever you like, totally up to your interpretation

Sun & Moon are separate bots and referred to with gender neutral pronouns

The reader and other characters are often in mortal peril! This world is full of Funky Creatures (other than you) and some of them attack and hurt several characters, including the reader character

Some blood and minor gore

Occasional swearing

Death

(as always, let me know if I should add anything!)

Ao3 link: Right here!

Start reading here: Chapter 1

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C6 - Breaking The News

     Sun shared a look with Moon. They didn't need to share any notes to know they were thinking the same thing. Star had been gone all night, and they'd been acting weird lately. Moon wasn't sure what to make of this. Sun's expression hardened as they came to a decision.

     "We all know Star would never do such a thing. It's not impossible that someone else out there made a human. Even though we would have heard about any other scientists in town attempting to make a human… I don't know. I don't have all the answers. But I do know we can trust Star," Sun insisted.

     Moon hesitated. But… it didn't make any sense, even if Star had done something like that. Moon looked down a the stick gripped in their hands, and felt a horrible pang of guilt. To think, even for a moment, Star would do something so unkind, even if they were different or at least still recovering like Sun had said, would be cruel of them. Moon was being paranoid. That wasn't who they wanted to be anymore. They certainly owed Star more than that. Moon pushed their uncertainties aside. "Sun's right. It could have been some sort of human-looking disguise as well. Without knowing more, we're all just speculating."

     Freddy spoke up. "At the very least, it's not safe for Star out there right now. A lot of bots are a lot more upset than Roxy about this news. They can stay put here, out of sight, at least for a little while."

     "That's much appreciated," Moon said. They glanced at Bonnie.

     Bonnie looked away, though he spoke earnestly when he said, "The three of you can stay as long as you need."

     "Thank you," Sun said. "Moon is actually in need of repairs, and we were also in town to find some materials for a fence. Maybe after the repairs, Star could stay here while Moon and I get the materials?"

     "Of course, that'd be fine. Let's have a look, Moon." Freddy sprang into action, hurrying across the room to hold the door to the back room open for Moon.

     Moon followed Freddy, the two of them disappearing into the back room.

     "Right. Well, now that things have calmed down a wee bit, let's have it. Any progress on a cure for Star?" Foxy asked.

     "Oh, yes, actually! We haven't had a chance to publish our findings yet, but we found a cure," Sun said.

     "What a relief!!" Monty clapped both hands over Star's shoulders.

     "Aye, I knew the two of ya could do it!" Foxy grinned.

     "That's great news! How are you feeling, Star? No more headaches?" Bonnie asked.

     Star couldn't answer the first question. The second one they could manage, though. "No more headaches," they confirmed.

     Sun didn't offer any more information, and neither did Star.

     Moon's repairs went smoothly and quickly. They were back in working order in no time. After filling up a few batteries in payment, letting the battery pack run a little longer than needed as usual, they were ready to go.

     Star wasn't pleased that Sun and Moon were leaving them behind, but everyone agreed it was for the best that they remain hidden. They didn't argue much.

     "Don't you worry, Star. They'll be back before you know it," Bonnie assured.

     "Would you like to help me with inventory while we wait?" Freddy offered. "Foxy just made another delivery, so there's quite a bit to go through."

     Star shrugged. "Okay." They turned to the shelves with Freddy, going through the motions of sorting things to be stored in the back, and things that would remain up front and get re-organized later. Freddy went behind them, tallying up items on a small and well worn handheld device.

     Chica came back with Roxy, who looked a little sheepish. For a robotic wolf, anyways.

     Roxy scuffed a foot along the checkered tile flooring. Chica lightly nudged her. Roxy huffed and approached Star carefully. Monty eyed her warily, but didn't say anything.

     "Hey. I uh… I owe you an apology. I know we're not really the best of friends, but it was still wrong of me to jump to conclusions like that. Sorry." Roxy offered Star a small smile.

     "It's okay. I'm not upset," Star said honestly. "Thank you."

     Roxy nodded. She gave Star a friendly pat on the arm. She turned back to Chica, who gave her a big smile.

     "Is there anything else I can do to help out around here?" Chica asked, turning to Bonnie.

     "You've done plenty, sweetheart. All that's left is inventory, and Freddy's already got that covered with Star's help," Bonnie said. "Your shift ended a while ago, anyways. Why don't you go out and have some fun? Roxy was telling me about this neat little park not far from here. The one on the south side of the old museum?"

     "I was??" Roxy asked.

     Bonnie winked at her.

     "Oh, I was!" Roxy's tail began to lash around anxiously. "It's a really cool little park… I could… show you? If you’d like??"

     Chica's face lit up. "Oh, that sounds fun! Yeah, I'd love that!"

     "Great!" Roxy grinned. Her tail evened into a happy wag.

     On their way out, Chica paused to talk to Star. "It's great to see you again, hon. Sorry about earlier. I'll catch up with you later, kay?"

     "Okay," Star said.

     Roxy held the door open for Chica, and the two left together. Bonnie and Freddy high fived.

     "Jeez, it's about time." Monty rolled his eyes.

     "I was beginning to worry neither of em would ever make the first move," Foxy said with a light laugh.

     The bots chatted casually as Freddy and Star finished with the inventory. Star did their best to reply when someone talked to them directly. Foxy asked about the music they'd been making, and Monty asked about the things they'd drawn. Star's replies were awkward, like they were telling a story about someone else, or playing a character. That feeling from before was back, but there was something else now as well as the empty feeling. They felt like a stranger here.

     Sun and Moon were gone for a long time. Longer than they should have been. Star was starting to feel uncomfortable, like there was an animal trapped inside them trying to get out. Still, it was too early to worry. Probably.

     The topic of conversation shifted cautiously back to the kidnapping. Monty questioned why anyone would seek to do any harm to a scientist looking to better society. In general, the typical attitude towards these scientists and their work was very positive. Everyone wanted to live in a better society.

     "Aye, but you've got to understand," Foxy said, "There are still bots who think it's a bad idea to disrupt a system that we know works. And of course, there are some bots who benefit quite a lot from how things work as they are now."

     "I've heard those fear-mongering idiots." Monty rolled his eyes. "It's not like we're doing away with currency entirely. They're so scared of change, and things wouldn't even change that much! Currency should be for non essential goods and services. Essential stuff should just be provided to everyone free of charge."

     "That is the point of a society, after all. We're all supposed to be helping each other out," Bonnie said.

     Freddy nodded. "I've heard some bots are worried that bots would stop working if they didn't need to in order to earn batteries. But I don't think that's true at all! In fact, for bots like me and Bonnie, running our shop would be a lot easier if we didn't have to worry about running out of power."

     "Right! If they would just listen to other bots like you guys, they'd know there's nothing to worry about. Bots like having things to do, we all make ourselves for our own tasks and purposes." Monty scowled. "It's not right, what happened to that scientist. Who coulda done such a thing?"

     No one had an answer. The conversation shifted gradually back to lighter things.

     Sun and Moon still did not return.

     "Alright." Foxy stretched, earning a few groans from their old metal limbs. "It's been long enough. I'll go out and have a look, see if I can't find 'em. Hopefully they just got a wee bit lost is all."

     "Good luck, be safe," Freddy told them.

     "Aye." Foxy grabbed a wide brimmed hat from the counter, gave the room a salute, then left the building.

     "Foxy will find them, don't you worry." Monty gave Star's back a pat. "I know you probably wanna head out there yourself, but it's safest for you here in the shop. Foxy's bound to have better luck than any of us with finding them anyways."

     Star nodded.

     "You holding up okay, Star?" Bonnie asked.

     "I'm fine," Star answered.

     "You've been acting a little funny today. Everything okay, little buddy?" Monty asked, looking concerned. He pulled his gold rimmed goggles up off his eyes, settling them on his forehead so he could peer at Star more carefully.

     "I haven't been… feeling myself. Ever since I died," Star explained, perhaps a little too casually. "I haven't been feeling much at all. It's like there's something missing, inside. Sun and Moon… I know them, but… it's strange. Like I know them from a story someone else told me. Even so, I know them enough to know they expect me to be… someone else, someone I'm not. Not anymore."

     "Wait. Hold on." Monty waved his hands and shook his head. "You. DIED? You fucking died?? Did I hear that right?"

     "Yes," Star said.

     "But… that can't be, you're talking to us right now, aren't you?" Bonnie laughed nervously.

     Star explained, taking their time. They told everyone about how Sun and Moon had found the cure, but it was too late, the damage had been done. They died, and then were reanimated by Sun and Moon and the machine they'd created to keep them running. Star lifted their hoodie to reveal the machine in question. Little lights along the machine's edge indicated their battery was still mostly full. The machine clicked very quietly, like a metronome, as it steadily worked to keep Star's heart pumping.

     "Star…" Monty looked shaken.

     "I won't pretend for a moment to understand how humans work, but… I didn't think it was possible for anyone to come back after deactivation," Freddy said.

     Star just shrugged.

     There were more questions, a few of which Star couldn't answer. Monty still looked shaken. Time passed, and Star's worries were elsewhere.

     When the door swung open, Star was relieved at first to see Foxy. But when Sun and Moon weren't with them, and Star realized Foxy was damaged, their worries came back tenfold.

     "Foxy!! What happened, are you alright?" Freddy cried.

     "Come on back, we'll get you fixed up, okay?" Bonnie was already moving towards the door to the backroom.

     "I'm alright for the time being. Listen, there's not much time." Foxy waved Bonnie and Freddy off. "I found some of Eclipse's goons before I could find our pair of pals. They were struggling with this great big sack they had with 'em. Usually I'd tail 'em and make sure they're not up to no good, but I was occupied with the search. I was about to head out when the goons dropped their sack. It tore a bit, and they managed to get a hold of it and carry on. But through the tear, I spied a familiar orange triangle peeping out, see? So I followed em back to what I can only assume is where Eclipse is hiding out these days, over on the east end of town, not far from the old clocktower. Wee little place, hidden down an alley between a storage warehouse and an abandoned shop. I recon there's got to be more to the place underground.”

     Foxy shook their head, quickly getting back on track. “So I see an opening, the goon's are having trouble with the gate, and they've left their sack unattended. Obviously, things went bad for me. I was spotted, barely managed to get myself out of there in tact. They chased me off and brought Sun and Moon inside. I had hardly a choice but to loose the goons and flee back here."

     "Gosh, that's horrible!" Bonnie's ears dipped low. "What should we do??"

     "Eclipse! That piece of shit," Monty growled. "We should charge over there and I'll give that jerk what they deserve!" He threw a fist into his palm.

     "Calm down, Monty. Foxy, let's get you fixed up, and we can discuss more and figure out what to do while we work," Freddy said.

     "Aye, that's fine." Foxy nodded. "Star, are you doing okay with this news?"

     There was no reply.

     Everyone looked around the room, but there was no trace of their human friend. Star was already gone.

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

'Ello! Pardon my inactivity but I do have a request for thee, could I have an Albert Wesker x Reader where both he's teaching the reader some new combat moves (even though her job doesn't require doing so) and while they're training she manages to pin him down which results in him "rewarding" her? Apologies for this being long!

Albert Wesker x F!Reader

Warnings: smut

Ever since they started dating Wesker wanted to teach y/n some self-defence techniques, because he wanted to make sure she is safe without him and it was also part of his job. Staying almost everyday after hours, training the mew recruits, RPD became his second home. If he feels he is capable of, he goes to the gym as a method to relive some stress. Not to mention, he realised how much he missed the presence of another human being until his lover came to train with him. 

It was late, not an usual hour for training, but Wesker likes the privacy. Since he doesn’t spend much time at his own house, he didn’t made his own gym, so he either goes to RPD or the one from Umbrella.

It became a routine for them. Even if her job doesn’t require combat training she is grateful for this opportunity. Wesker is an incredible fighter and teacher and has a lot of patience with her. Over time they advanced and now they fight to pin each other to the ground.

The size difference was noticeable, but that wasn’t necessary a bad thing. Albert was taller and stronger belittling y/n maybe without intention. He taunted her on purpose just to piss her off so she could lose focus, then putting her on the ground was easy. He didn’t fall with all his weight on her, he didn’t want to crush her. Dirty thoughts crossed Albert’s mind as he saw her underneath him, squirming and groaning to get free form his release. Albert was sitting on top of her, resting his weight on her chest while griping her shoulder, holding one of her arm in place, with one hand and the other was on the ground. Her arm was uncomfortably staying between his shoulder and the arm that was gripping her shirt, the other was on the ground. If she was quicker she could’ve grabbed his leg and stop him from continuing the move. Albert was near her ear and couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease her a little more. He was holding his hands keeping her in a more powerful grip, from which it was impossible to escape.

“You would’ve been robbed 3 times by now.”

“Not everyone is a trained policeman with military experience.”

He let a deep chuckle inside her ear and released his grip.

“We’re going to do this one more time, then we can call it a day.”

“I don’t understand why we need to do this, it’s not like someone will attack an accountant out of the blue.”

“I think i explained you this. I want to you to be prepared for anything, even if there aren’t many crimes going around. You should thank me.”

“For teaching me, or for the low crime rate?” 

“Shut up.” 

Wesker chraged towards her and this time without any restraint. When his fist was about to hit her face, she lowered herself at his chest level, placed one hand on his lower thigh and the other on his back and lifted his leg up spinning him around, then dropping him on the ground. A very confused Wesker was now laying on the floor, processing what happened. He was sure she will fail this time, but when he came back from his confusion , pride and joy conquered his mind. His girl did it. Y/N saw he was dazed and she kneeled next to him worried he might hit his head too hard. 

“Did i throw you too hard?”

“No, i received stronger hits.”

“Are you that impressed then?”

“Yes.”

Y/N left out a small chuckle and gave him a small kiss on his sweaty forehead, putting back in place a few strands of hair.

“He looked so good when he’s like this” she thought while running her fingers through his blond hair, admiring his exhausted form. His cheeks were red, his breath heavy, in other words, he wasn’t the perfect guy anymore. Sometimes his impeccable appearance pissed her off. Everyone has bad days, but not him. Moments like this were a treasure to her.

A small moan left his mouth when y/n grip tightened on his scalp.

“You like pain, don’t you?” Y/N was surprised when she felt his long, thick fingers moving on her inner thigh. Wesker was squeezing her flesh and was going painfully slow up to her clothed core.

“Big boy was pinned down and now he wants attention?”

“I don’t mind”

She moved the hand from his scalp, caressing his soft white skin down to the elastic band of his shorts, playing with the laces while extending his agony. She playfully inserted a finger inside, just as deep as the elastic band was, and kept pulling it. She took a glance over her shoulder and could see his erection growing.

“Do you want some comfort down there, big guy?��� She said while teasing the area just above the growing member with her fingertips.

Wesker let out a shaky “please”, the other hand moved alongside to pull the tank top, enough to reveal his hardening nipple. It didn’t take long for her lips to make contact with the skin, while the other hand went deeper to explore his hot member. She grabbed it and began to stroke him gently, her fingers barely touching around his girth, while her tongue drew circles around his nipple. Wesker was struggling to pull off her leggings so he could slide a few fingers inside her. Y/N noticed and helped the poor man. In a few seconds she resumed her actions, this time half naked while Wesker was working fanatically her core. The idea of being caught excited them both, and they didn’t have any intention to speed things up. The room was filled with their dirty moans.

Wesker was making scissor motions with his fingers inside her. She needed to be well prepared to take him whole. Y/N increased the speed as well, going up and down to his ball sack, then up again. His shaft was soaked in his own precum, and his nipple was red and swollen by all the sucking.

“Say, do you want to spice it up, Y/N?”

“What do you mean?”

“Sit on my face.”

She immediately removed her leggings and panties and rested her wet core on his face, feeling his hot breath on her lips. His tongue began to spread her folds and feel the salty liquid that was dripping on his tongue. He raised his hips a little to allow y/n to remove his clothes too, revealing his hard member. The chill air made it throb, but it was soon engulfed by her hungry mouth. Well, how much she could because he was really long and thick. She covered his tip with her tips, then she proceeded to go slowly down his length taking more and more until the tip hit the back of her throat. The she stopped and pulled back, only to go down again, accommodating with the length. Meanwhile, Albert had his big thumb pressed on her clit and his tongue deep buried in her hole, licking around the contracting walls. Precum started to leak down her throat and he began to throb in her mouth. Y/N removed herself and Wesker whined in protest, trying to put pin her down again.

“Haven’t learned your lesson?”

Y/N stand up and turned around so she could sit on his cock. She was well warmed up and near edge, so with a quick thrust Wesker filled her insides. Y/N felt so full that it was unbearable. His shaft constantly hit her spot and tears began to drip down her cheeks from the overstimulation. Wesker was close too, she could feel him throb inside. She threw her head back, her vision went dark for a few seconds and all the tension that was building in her abdomen, stomach, and chest was released as she came hard on his cock. Her contractions helped Wesker reach his release too, he grabbed her flesh so hard that it turned red under his fingers so he could hold her in place. Y/N collapsed on his chest with his shaft still inside her.

“I will beat you up more frequently.”

“Oh dear, you’ll have to try harder from now on.”

“Don’t you like rewarding sex?”

“I like sex in my bed to be honest.”

He had a point. With all the adrenaline and arousal gone, self consciousness made it’s way in their minds. They were in the RPD, late, and anyone could enter the gym. Wesker pulled out, a mixture of their cum and sweat combined dripping down her thighs. He took a towel and cleaned around her core and helped her stand up. After a quick kiss on the lips, they both headed to the locker room. Hopefully, they haven’t met anyone on their way there, nor on their way to the parking lot. It was indeed a quiet city.