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airbendertendou · 2 months

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bonten men seeing you with contacts for the first time.

[ glasses version ] no pronouns used / gender neutral. lowercase intended. cw : sanzu touches your throat non-sexually / non-threateningly , mentions of acne in kakuchos , reader wears a gloss / lipstain in kokos

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— MIKEY! ♥︎

it wasn't ideal, your current situation. putting on your most expensive jewelry ; practicing your laugh ; extending your vocabulary just in case — it wasn't something you did often.

however, your biggest investor was invited to a gala, therefore you were meant to join in aswell.

letting out a breath, you enter the ballroom turned meeting area. you blink, squinting lightly at the twinkling lights before relaxing your eyes. with a small nod to yourself, you put on your prettiest smile before turning left and beginning your evening of socialization.

your feet feel numb ; your voice is aching with use ; your eyes have long since dried out — and you hadn't even seen mikey yet. he was the entire reason you were pushed to this gathering. settling your back against a wall, you let out another breath, convincing yourself to stay for just a little longer.

"you look nice."

the voice gets your attention immediately as you straighten up. mikey stands alone, just a little ways in front of you. he tilts his head and you swear his lips tilt up the slightest bit. you smooth sweaty, trembling hands over your outfit before speaking. "i've been looking for you, mister sano."

mikey's eyes call to yours — you really can't look away. he lets out a huff — you'd never say he laughed. "we're past the mister sano bit, aren't we, [name]?"

"i guess." your eyes drop to the floor briefly, just to get away from his heated gaze. a small tsk is heard before your chin is held in a gentle grasp, pulling your eyes to his once more. "mikey?"

"better." his hand drops but your face is still warm from his touch. "let's talk somewhere privately, yeah?"

— SANZU! ♥︎

a movie you don't even know the name of plays in the background as you eat your chosen snack. all day you've tried to ignore him and his pearl-blue eyes that wouldn't look away from you.

you click your tongue, turning to send a glare his way. "you are staring, sanzu haruchi—"

with a squeal, you find yourself on your back. you let out an astonished laugh as sanzu's knees go to either side of you, caging you beneath him. you gape up at him in shock, "haru!"

"let me look at you." his voice is gentle ; tender in a way you hadn't heard before. sure, it'd been years since you spoke, but he wasn't known for being soft. your eyes widen at the thought — sanzu lets out a sigh, his body slightly sagging into yours. "there we go..."

you blink a few times, begging for your contacts to stay in place as they begin to feel dry at the edges — crisp the longer you keep your eyes open. you can't help but induldge him, though, let him look at you for however long he wants.

“how dare you hide this from me,” haru caresses your cheek softly. “can't believe you’re so pretty.”

"i've always been pretty," you reply with a small frown.

sanzu grins wickedly, his hand trailing down to your throat before laying it there. "yeah... always pretty."

— KAKUCHO! ♥︎

you're avoiding him. really, you're avoiding everyone in the office at this point. with a frown, kakucho gathers a handful of blank or useless sheets of paper, slipping them into an empty folder before heading over to your office.

"just leave it in the bin!" your hand stretches out, pointing to the blue, overflowing tray. your back is turned to him, hunched over as the sound of keys clicking meets his ears. his frown deepens before the back of your chair is grabbed and spun so you now face him. you gasp, "kaku—!"

he's kneeling in front of you before you can blink. a long, relieved breath escapes his chest as he settles his forhead on your knee. "god, i—[name], i thought something was wrong with you. thought i did something to upset you."

your bottom lip is chewed through, but you continue to nibble on it anyways. "...sorry."

kakucho raises his head so that his chin sets on your knee now. gone is his work exterior and in its place is the softened, lovesick daze he shows only to you. "they look nice on you — can see you better this way."

you let out a groan, throwing your head back before looking down at him once more. "i'm breaking out so bad right now! only thing people can see is that!"

he wants to reassure you — really, acne is normal and you're still beautiful with it — but he's so enamoured by you. the way your eyes are a little glassy because of your contacts ; the frown on your lips ; the way you've been stroking his hair mindlessly just because you could—

kakucho sweeps in and steals a quick kiss. you gasp again — kissing during work hours?! he was a horrid man. kakucho grins before patting your thighs and standing.

— KOKONOI! ♥︎

the feeling of guilt creeps up as koko's doorbell rings. his hair is tossed into a bun, white strands falling into his eyes as he opens the door. you stumble in, halfway through a sentence as he offers you a pair of house slippers.

"—and, really, you're doing me such a favor!" you plop down onto his couch unceremoniously, letting out a huff as you do. "this was the worst night for me. your call was a blessing."

kokonoi blinks as he stands frozen in front of you. with a frown, he bends at the waist and simply waits until you're looking up at him. you tilt your head, phone open on your notes app as you stop mid-way through your sentence.

sharpened eyes drift down the rest of your attire. wrinkle-free clothes ; your nicest shirt ; your lucky socks? all combined with the contacts you're wearing and the gloss staining your lips— kokonoi stands straight and crosses his arms. "where have you been, exactly?"

"a date." you let out another sigh, rolling your eyes at his rigid posture. "not a good one, i assure you! had the audacity, asking to see me again — after chewing with his mouth open and spitting his food all over mine! i can never look at tortellini noodles the same."

kokonoi taks a seat beside of you, the work he called you for out of his mind as he gestures for you to keep talking. "you called just when he was going to put his number in my phone." a sneaky, proud grin grows on your lips. "i have your bonten tattoo as the picture, so that really scared him off."

while you talk, you scroll on your phone until his contact photo is shown. it's true — his side profile is fully in view. what catches his eye, however, is his name. a simple haji with a spinning heart emoji sends his own heart into a frenzy.

at kokonoi's grin, you sense trouble. you clear your throat, taking your phone from his view before scrolling on it again. "what was it you needed from me, exactly?"

an arm is thrown over your hips as kokonoi pulls himself close. his nose bumps against yours before he slides just slightly away. "for you to not go on anymore dates. unless they're with me, of course."

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dungeonpuppykai · 3 months

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Can you write a dark!alpha Steve Rogers where his men start to speak vulgarly about his omega!assistant. You know just being very sexual and gross and Steve is just like absolutely not she’s my wife and decides to put his men into place.

Instead of punishing them he brings his omega in and has her suck him off for a good while. By the end her eyes are all watery and her lips are swollen (and maybe she was wearing lipstick that’s all smudged now) driving the men mad. As a final warning that omega is his, Alpha Steve takes his cock and cums all over her face. He makes her leave it on as she goes back to serving his men coffee and refreshments during the meeting.

Man, I hate how I love Steve. So sorry that this is thousands of years late. Hope you see it and like it still. Feedback is much appreciated. Unedited 🩷

Warning(s): Exhibitionism, dacryphilia, abo verse, m!dom, f!sub, blow job, deep throating, lowkey dark!Steve.

The rims of Omega's mouth felt puffy and numb, the corners of her jaw in pain that was ever-growing; courtesy of her Alpha's inhuman girth.

Another thick, hot tear trickled down the corner of her flushed face and hung clinging to her skin for a few moments before dropping against the fabric of her pencil skirt with a loud pat.

Such a sound is rarely ever loud enough to be heard in such a manner. But the dead silence in Steve Rogers' office provided that and the sound of her gagging the perfect atmosphere the ability to almost bounce off the walls.

Her eyes were bloodshot, nose red and flared as she tried her best to breathe through it and move her mouth along his frankly monstrous length from her spot on the ground between Steve's legs.

Steve; her husband, her Alpha, her owner.

Omega did her best to fight against her tight little gag reflex that even after all this time of being together got easily triggered by his fat knot.

At least, in the beginning.

Because his wife was all about adjusting to him and his tastes.

That had been her designated spot in their dynamic from the beginning.

Submit to Steve's authority and obey him without question no matter how depraved his demand or order may be.

It didn't matter if his potential business partners sat across the table with their breaths heavy and eyes wide at the sight of her fucking her throat on her boss and husband's cock, nimble fingers gently playing with his heavy ballsack.

Omega's task at this moment was to suck Steve's cock and nothing else.

It didn't matter if her mouth felt coarse, or if her throat was trying to force itself shut due to the shame she felt in this humiliating position, the boss didn't care if his precum and your drool was dripping down his assistant's chin and making a mess on the expensive blouse he had bought her.

What mattered to Steve was that he was making a point.

This girl, looking so pretty with her dark lipstick smudged all over her face and his cock along with her own fingers, lowering her face on his cock obediently until its imprint appeared against the delicate skin of her throat, a bubble of his precum that she would occasionally inhale on accident popping out of her nose as her claim mark nearly glistened next to the fancy pearl neckpiece that she wore, was his.

Body, mind, soul.

And none of these rich pricks would be allowed to entertain any fantasies about her.

As Steve pulled her face off him by her hair and grunted while pumping himself faster and faster to aid his thick, hot release, he knew his territory was marked when the shiny white blobs shot out of his tip and landed against her pretty face.

Omega was gasping for air as her eyes fluttered close, pussy thumping and clenching around air for more.

Him.

Steve hummed when he was done emptying his load on his beloved's messy red face until his cum coated it like a literal cosmetic mask.

She rose to her feet without protest or question about her own need when ordered, having been trained to always put her husband and Alpha first.

For good things came when he was pleased.

The slick between her legs was noticeable as Steve tasked her with going about her part in the meeting, slapping her ass for good measure as she walked by.

The sound reverberated off the walls in a manner that was nothing less of a warning.

A threat.

The men felt embarrassed under Steve's eyes when Omega bent to fetch the refreshments and as though it wasn't already noticeable enough, unknowingly made show of the huge damp spot that had appeared on her ass, extending downwards in thick streaks.

It was honestly commendable how she was managing with carrying out her orders as well as she was irrespective of how hot her insides were as they bubbled over and created an actual puddle in her panties that grew heavier by the passing minute.

All of that was for Steve.

And no one else.

Certainly not these pathetic men who could only enjoy an Omega out of force or payment.

And never how Steve had while simply lounging in his chair.

No.

They could never even hope for something similar.

Steve made sure that they didn't.

For after they had left and he praised his Omega before taking her home to reward her for being such a good girl for him in more ways than one, he had made a phonecall.

And the men were never seen again.

They were made to vanish into thin air.

As though they had never even existed to begin with.

#steve rogers #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female reader #alpha steve rogers

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justasussybitch · 2 months

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Picturing LFL au where Luke did manage to escape with Shiera that day. Imagining Luke offering to inter Aemond on driftmark rather then have him killed.

Everyone thinking it’s some weird guilt thing or a devotion to the seven he must’ve found in captivity (obviously no one knows the extent and assumes most rumours spread by mushroom are obviously false (side note George making the drunken lecher having more truths versus the oh so pious Septon Eustace is something I can 100% see)).

Luke just enjoys having the say of whatever Aemond eats or wears. The fact that he’s the only person who can decide if the terror of the riverlands lives or dies is something he probably thinks of whenever he’s having some trouble with sexual intimacy ( though no one would know about the extent to his occasional internal struggles with his past not even Rhaena). anytime he remembers his abuse that’s only been shared with (maybe Rhaena??) ,Jace or Daemon (who would have a bit more of an idea of war time practices in Westeros) he remembers that he has Aemond in his hands not the other way around.

Balancing never seeming weak again and being this loving brother/son/heir that once came so easy to him. Then him and Rhaena having her six daughters like canon (for Rhaena) and him making the eldest heir like he fought for but always in the back of his mind that men are not safe from other men in war time but especially not women. Just whole other bucket of trauma for him to deal with. Especially after he started praying to primarily female deity figures during his own s/a and captivity.

Probably spoilers if anyone has ever read my own fic but I quite enjoy Luke claiming Cannibal trope (now a trope, at the time I started publishing my fic in October 2022 there was crumbs to eat but thankfully we’re feasting now as lucemonders!!). Arrax being this pearlescent dragon who was swift and growing every year symbolising Luke himself growing from this unsure boy into someday maybe someone more sure of himself then claiming cannibal a dragon rumoured to be strange enough to devour its own kind, pitch black and monsterously older than the Iron throne itself. Just a very silly and lazy way for me to bring this visual of loss of innocence tho I defend myself in my mind that GRRM probs wanted Arrax to evoke that when he made him Pearl white with golden chest to die when he was 13 along with Luke.

Not even getting into the fun interactions with Aemond. Maybe Luke is still keeping this love act up for some fucked reason in his head and has Aemond convinced he’s alive out of love. Or if history changes yet again and Aemond has the injuries of Rooks Rest instead of Aegon (like the rumours his dick broke) after the war kicks off later, how Luke would manipulate his way into topping him (the thing he’ll think will “cure him” of his nightmares and traumas. Not how that works bookie but I understand even being raised by a polycule in this time would not save him from the patriarchys nonsense lol)

Even better him visiting winterfell with Jace and stumbling upon his brother and Cregan and watching their interactions (Cregans fucking Jace’s “cunt” and still sees him as a man??? Talks about loving Jace’s cock despite being the “man” in their relationship) just completely breaking apart his ideas of what he’s internalised m/m relationships being.

I wouldn’t change a thing of LFLEFE of course, it’s perfection. it’s always fun to read someone’s work and wonder of the “what ifs” (which is what I do between chapters of fanfiction too as you’ve seen from my delirious asks before lol) and how the characters would shift and change when the butterflies wings change to a different direction.

At that point in the story Aemond has already planted this cruelty in Luke (not in general, we see him freely empathise with people even when not knowing them like the servants entering the chambers after shieras death) that Luke has to foster against Aemond in his mind to survive the ordeal. It’s a coping mechanism for him that allows him to continue the charade. The satisfaction of tricking Aemond is probably what kept him alive through much of the uncertainty.

A scene of the new show Mary & George where the main character who usually tops bottoming with his enemy after (falsely) professing love just to fuck with his mind and get one final “I’m the one who won here. Go fuck yourself” literally gave me this vibe and I don’t know where it could possible fit in this “au” lol. Luke taking back his own asshole in a way idk that’s so silly hahah

Luke taking his own feelings of self loathing and low self esteem and sharpening them into a weapon to use against Aemond? Art, chefs kiss!

Sorry this got so long I was inbetween tasks and kept forgetting how long it was 🤣

some very mild spoilers for the themes/arcs i have planned for the series

a friend had already recommended Mary & George to me, but this definitely confirms i need to watch it also, 100% get it. i constantly have to restrain myself from writing canon divergence fic of my canon divergence fic. to the point that, if i do manage to finish the series in a reasonable time frame, i may very well cave and do just that. (personally, i like to think that if Shiera lived, she would have become a sailor). tbh if anyone, for whatever reason, wrote a 'what if' fic based on any fic of mine... well, i think that's kind of the highest honour a fic writer could receive, isn't it? so it's a practice i fully endorse.

westerosi gender is 100% something i want to explore/am exploring in this series. especially in relation to sexual violence being so gendered in the setting, to the point that being raped is almost feminising in the eyes of many of the characters. lfleye!Luke 100% identifies as and will continue to identify as a man in the series. but his experiences now means he identifies *with* women far more. as you've noted, Luke is a very empathetic character. while not many characters will acknowledge it in-universe, Luke is extremely strong as a character, and thats proven with how his experiences have increased his empathy rather than diminished it. it's so tempting to be 'strong' after being 'weak' by inflicting abuse on others and exploiting whatever societal power you have, especially in a setting like Westeros. but a really big part of Luke's arc is going to be to a refusal to do that, and to continue to identify with the abused (women, lowborn, etc). (some of my interest in Theon as a character actually comes from a similar place)

this is a roundabout way to say that, yes, if he had six daughters he would be Stressed. but those six daughters would be very, very lucky.

at the same time. lucemond in this series is Toxic. with a capital T. and i'm not going to let Aemond have all the fun with that. if Luke ended up in the role of captor, it would be delicious. because he would 100% find comfort and satisfaction in asserting control over Aemond, even as he felt shame for it. or, alternatively, felt shame for *not* feeling shame for it.

and oh. oh boy. Luke being confronted with an actual heathy (for hotd) m/m relationship, not just in the abstract of Laenor but in the this-is-happening-right-now-in-front-of-me of his brother, would also be an experience for him. probably one he needs. in general, Luke is definitely going to try and get a better understanding of sexuality, and his sexuality specifically, in the next fic. whether he succeeds...

and Cannibal!!!! gods, i adore Cannibal. i do remember him being kind of unpopular, at least among some of the more active fan creators, but i saw this analysis about how he represents the dance--black scales, green eyes, eats his own kind, disappears at the end--and i've been obsessed ever since. he's definitely going to make an appearance so he can bring that symbolism (amongst others) to the table, whether Luke claims him or not. (i decided in 2022 whether Luke was going to claim a second dragon or not, and if yes then who, and while it is foreshadowed in the fic, and in some of the comments, i'll at least pretend i'm maintaining the mystery). what's the name of your fic? bc i would love to read some Luke & Cannibal.

#asks #tft #lflefe #efelfl

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okaima · 11 months

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Karelian language - Gender and sexual identities

Homo, homoseksuallińe - gay man Lesbo, lezbijanka* - lesbian, gay woman Biseksuallińe, bijanka - bisexual person Panseksuallińe - pansexual Aseksuallińe - asexual

Transsugupuoline - trans person Intersugupuoline - intersex person Muunsugupuoline - nonbinary person Cissugupuoline - cis person

Seksuallizus - sexuality Sugupuoli-identitietta - gender identity

Sugupuoli - gender or sex

*In Republic of Karelia, the word lezbijanka has negative connotation and lesbo is more commonly used

In modern times most karelians use these loanwords based on anglosphere views on gender and sexuality.

Traditionally speaking the views on gender and sexuality have been somewhat different, and words used have been more poetic and descriptive in many ways. Gender is seen as one role among others and as such, "mother" and "man" for example are not roles that contradict each other in any way, even if it is less common than being "woman" and "mother".

Without going into too many details here are few examples:

"On ukonvembelehes aliči käynnyh." - lit. "has walked under the reinbow*" - person who has changed their sex and role (gender) in which they live. Roughly speaking a trans person.

Example sentence: "Ozutat ilokkahambale nygöi gu olet ukonvembelehes aliči käynnyh." - "you seem happier now that you've transitioned." "Olen ukonvembelehes aliči käynnyh," - "I am trans person."

(*the association of rainbow is rooted on Karelian belief system in which person who passes from under rainbow has their sex changed, and the fact that rainbow is western lgbt+ symbol is coincidence.)

"eule yksis ruutois" - lit. "isn't in one (set of) traditional clothes" - person who travels between and beyond two genders, a "nonbinary*" person.

Example sentence: "En ole yksis ruutois." - "I am nonbinary."

*"gender binary" should be used in very loose relation to karelian traditions as "man" and "woman" are not seen as opposite ends of binary (or any other) scale any more than birch and spruce are only trees in existence or opposites to each other. Traditional views of karelians are rarely if ever linear.

Kaksńeuvoni* - lit. "person with two/many of advice/guiding/ instruction/ tools". A (visibly) intersex person.

*Please note that some people find this term offensive due to its similarity to old Finnish slur for people with ambiguous genitalia.

Example sentence: "Rodivuin kaksńeuvozenna." - "I was born intersex." "Olen kaksńeuvoni briha." - "I am intersex man."

Miehii suačii mies, brihoi suačii briha - lit. man who loves men

Example sentence: "Miun velli on miehii suačii mies, vai miehii suačou." - "My little brother is gay man, he is only interested in men." "Olen miehii suvaičii mies, a dai naizii suačen." - "I love men, but I'm also interested in women."

Buzaniekka - Man who wears pearls, man who loves men.

Akkoinpaimoi, akkoinpäiväińe - lit. wives' herder, wives' sun. "Feminine" man, man who prefers working with and spending time with women

Ristivellet - lit. cross brothers. Men who have exchanged their neck-crosses or other similar tokens. Can mean deeply close friends or male couple

Naizii suačii naińe, neidizii suačii neidińe - lit. woman who loves women

Karžuniekka - woman who loves women. Has also meant unmarried woman with implication she doesn't wish to marry a man.

Lepänakka, tabakka-akka - lit. alder's wife, tobacco-wife. "Masculine" woman, woman who prefers working with and spending time with men

Rističikot - lit. cross sisters. Women who have exchanged neck-crosses or other similar tokens. Can mean deeply close friends or female couple

"Kävelöy kahtel puolel." - lit. "One who walks on both sides." - person who loves others regardless of gender, roughly bi- or pansexual.

Example sentence: "Kävelen kahtel puolel, ollou mies, naine libo ei yksis ruutois." - "I am bi-/pansexual, I don't care about gender." "Häi on kahtel puolel kävelii, kaikkie suačou." - "They are pan-/bisexual, they don't care about gender."

#карельский язык #karjalan kieli #karelian #karjal #karjala #kariela #karelia #karelian language

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jbaileyfansite · 5 months

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Jonathan Bailey and Matt Bomer Interview with EW (2023)

Matt Bomer and Jonathan Bailey do some pretty unspeakable things to each other on camera for Fellow Travelers, whether it's the Bridgerton and Wicked star sucking on Bomer's toes in the premiere episode or the White Collar and Magic Mike stud channeling his inner dom daddy throughout. It's the kind of sexual escapades that force you to clutch your pearls and then realize, "I wasn't even wearing pearls. How did these get around my neck?!"

Maybe it's because we don't often see this kind of raw, unfiltered depiction of gay sexuality put on display for television, even on a premium network like Showtime. "I had never read anything like that before in a screenplay," Bomer tells EW.

"It's provocative and it's all the things that will draw an audience in, or at least get people talking," Bailey remarks in a separate interview. "But then, why is it there? Well, it makes sense." To Bailey's point, there's a lot of story packed into the intimate moments of Fellow Travelers. It's like tricking someone to eat their vegetables: the two nearly naked handsome Hollywood actors in their prime is the alluring melted cheese, but that desperation you feel emanating off two societally suppressed gay characters is the broccoli underneath.

"Anything that feels voyeuristic or chemical to the audience whilst watching it is right, because that is just how overwhelming it is when you do finally come together in a world that deems your love and intimacy foul or incorrect," Bailey explains. "So it becomes a multidimensional experience for the performers, but also for the people watching at home. I just think there's no doubt with this that the art of the sex scene is so profound."

Bomer and Bailey star in Fellow Travelers as Hawk and Tim, who first meet and start an intoxicating affair in 1950s Washington, D.C., a time and place when Senator McCarthy (Chris Bauer) has launched the "Lavender Scare" purge of homosexuals from government positions. The series continues to track Hawk and Tim's relationship across decades, often bouncing between the past and the drama's 1980s present, when Bailey's Tim is stricken with AIDS.

The seventh episode, "White Nights," premiering on Paramount+ Friday and on Showtime this Sunday, sees these on-again, off-again lovers in the '70s on Fire Island. Bailey's mustache says it all. The sex reflects this next setting, which was (and still is) a rare safe haven for these men to express themselves openly.

The actors knew how much emotional and physical intimacy would be required of them for Fellow Travelers from the jump. "It was all on the page," Bailey recalls. "I read the script before I spoke with [showrunner] Ron Nyswaner, so I knew exactly what they were trying to do." The pair recall meeting with each other in Toronto, where the show primarily filmed, at Goldstruck Coffee on Cumberland Street. "It writes itself," Bailey jokes of the shop's playful name. "We were like, we need to see how each other are doing. We got to know each other in a way that was vicariously through the characters. That first conversation, we were totally committed to having each other's backs."

The sex scenes weren't something they overly discussed with each other, beyond "certain intricacies" they had to work out, Bomer says. "Obviously, we were very respectful of each other's boundaries. You did the work on the character, you showed up on set, you knew what your job was, and then you just hopefully try to let it fly when they call action."

"When you're going on set and it's 3 in the morning and you've done 16 hours worth of filming and you are about to only start the intimacy scenes, you do have to summon the angels and listen to Enya and draw from the ground to muster up the courage," Bailey says, playfully. "But that feeling of having to build your confidence and to put your armor on to do that is exactly right, because that's what the characters are feeling."

For Bomer, when it came to the onscreen sex, he enjoyed what he calls Hawk's "zero f---s given" vibe. "Hawk does have a public persona that he needs to survive and maneuver in the world that he's in, but underneath it all is a real 'f--- you,'" he says. "That for me was so refreshing to get to play, but it was also really refreshing to see — not that every intimate gay relationship is like that, but to see an aspect of gay sex brought to life in such an authentic and unflinching way."

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#jonathan bailey #matt bomer #interviews #interviews:2023 #EW interview 2023 #fellow travelers #NEW!

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colosplash · 3 months

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—IZUMI FUKUHARA! 🍧

“You like my bracelets? Hehe. Thanks, maybe I’ll make one for you someday.”

TABLE OF CONTENTS:

APPEARANCE

PERSONALITY

TRIVIA/DYNAMICS

GALLERY

APPEARANCE:

Izumi’s appearance is very gentle and can be described as a messy look. He doesn’t put much effort into it, with ocean-combed hair that goes everywhere. It’s a light, slightly dull, but pink tinted white with peach colored bangs which are similar in color to seashells. Izumi has a mullet and lopsided bangs, the long right side being tied into a messy braid. The braid is tied off with a purple bead, and the shorter, left side of his bangs are simply let free, hugging the side of his face.

His eyes are gentle and soft, with long lashes drooping off of them. Izumi’s eyes are big and amethyst purple with pink highlights, complimenting his hair. The bead in his hair matches his eyes and shines alongside his many piercings, two piercings on the left ear, and one on the right. He wears a long string of shiny silver on his left, falling along the two pierced areas, with a simple stud alongside a cusp on his right. Along with these, Izumi wears many bracelets, three on his right hand and one on his left. The bracelets on his right consist of a blue stringed one, a simple set of small pearls along a string, and a bigger pearl bracelet with a clam charm. The bracelet on his left is a simple string, forming an X shape around his wrist. His last accessories are three rings on his left hand, one on his middle finger and two on his index finger.

When wearing his club/SEKAI wear, Izumi keeps all of his jewelry, and wears a pretty simple outfit. He wears the Colorful Splash! varsity jacket in a normal fashion, with the exception of him scrunching up the sleeves to his elbows. Underneath, he wears a simple white t-shirt that’s lopsided at the end, leaning towards the left. Izumi wears washed out, straight black jeans and lavender sneakers.

PERSONALITY:

Soft spoken and quiet, Izumi, alongside Naoto isn’t too well known across Kamiyama High. Well, not as well known as he used to be. Even still, he spends his days around the popular kids of Kamiyama, just following them around and listening to their conversation. Many students see this and find it weird though, considering the fact that Izumi seems like more of an outcast rather than a popular kid.

Overall, Izumi is a very kind person who holds no hostility to anyone unless he has a reason to. He enjoys seeing people happy, even at the expense of himself. Most times, he’ll do favors for others as long as he’s prompted. He’s the type of person to enjoy sitting back and watching people laugh, only chiming in when he has something to comment on to make the mood of the room even brighter. Izumi’s personality is very neutral, and he doesn’t have any overly loud points.

In Colorful Splash!, Izumi is the one who’s more so in the background. Ashi and Naoto often banter, Via gets her comments in every once in a while, and Izumi gets them in even less. Though, out of everybody, he’s the most willing to get close. He’s honest and authentic compared to the others, and he’s the one who reaches out and drags them close. Colorful Splash! and it’s members mean a lot to him, and he wants to see them happy and comfortable with each other. Izumi included… of course.

Even still, Izumi likes to think of himself as the group’s support, the pillar in a way. It’s enough to just see the others smile for him. The group notes him as a very selfless person who needs to learn how to be more selfish— Everybody shoots jabs at him for it, and Naoto always complains about it as it’s Izumi’s main fault. But slowly, through the support of Colorful Splash!, maybe Izumi will learn to put himself first rather than others.

TRIVIA/DYNAMICS:

Izumi doesn’t have any strict gender or sexuality, but like Naoto, it’s safe to say he likes men. Pronouns are he/him.

Izumi used to be very invested in making jewelry, and previously had an online store and online accounts where he sold it. Now, he’s on an indefinite hiatus.

His reason for stopping the business is due to the fact of overproducing that he lost the reason behind creating. His passion started because people he cared for enjoyed his creations and utilized them, but overtime the people who bought his goods started mistreat his things as trash. Because of this, his work went downhill in quality and his happiness regarding the craft did as well, resulting in Izumi closing the stop.

Izumi hangs out with the popular kids because they found him and his skills for jewelry making very interesting. Before, they would be all over him because of it, but recently they’ve started to interact with him less. They don’t necessarily hate him, but they don’t think he’s very valuable anymore.

Izumi always has a small smile on his face. It never ever falls, and the reason is unknown.

Even if he does always smile, a good full out smile and giggle fest with Izumi is very uncommon. So is a look of disgust or any negative expression.

Izumi joined Colorful Splash! for fun. No further reason why, but he stayed because he felt something special with the group.

After the groups first performance, Izumi made each of them their own special bracelets. This is when the group first found out about his hobby.

Izumi likes to call Naoto “silly”. It’s a term of endearment, promise.

Izumi is more protective over others than himself.

As Izumi learnt more about Mirei, she’s come to be one of the very few people that he dislikes. It’s very difficult to get on Izumi’s dislike list.

Izumi knows a lot of random info and gossip around Kamiyama High, due to who he hangs out with. He tells many people info, but because of the fact that it’s gossip, it’s hard to tell whether it’s true or not.

You can barely ever tell when Izumi is lying or being honest.

The name Colorful Splash! came from Izumi, after realizing the fact that everyone in the group liked beaches. No member ever told Izumi about their like towards beaches, and it’s still a mystery to this day how he found out.

Izumi is in class 1-B, meaning he shares a class with Naoto, Nene, and Touya. Besides Naoto, who he talks to very often, he’s just acquaintances with Nene and Touya.

Out of the Colosplash members, Izumi is the best at reading people. He doesn’t tell his observations unless he thinks it’s necessary.

Alongside Ashi, Izumi is very good at fanservice when performing.

Izumi is the weakest dancer of the group.

Izumi is the one in Colorful Splash! who helps Naoto regarding his problem with relationships. He helps him realize that it’s fine to experiment and try new things— you don’t have to tie yourself down to something before you get to see anything else.

Izumi has dated before.

Izumi’s all-time favorite holiday and time of year is Christmas. He enjoys it so much because everyone is happy and he’s able to give the people he loves gifts and affection.

Izumi goes out every year for Christmas. Though, since his burnout, it hasn’t been as exciting lately. Colorful Splash! reignites his jolly fire in a later event.

Back when Nightcord was still being formed, Kanade attempted to recruit Izumi through his online store and accounts. She found his use of colors and compositions within thumbnail photos and jewelry arrangements as a possible benefit in MVs, but he declined.

Izumi and Kanade are still in touch online, though they haven’t talked in a while. Both of them are always open to making conversation again, one day.

Izumi’s online handle is “izu-MIN”.

His favorite food is shaved ice, but much like Via, it can turn into his least favorite thing if it comes out incorrectly. If the syrup is too sweet, he doesn’t enjoy it.

Izumi doesn’t like jellyfish due to being stung at the beach when he was a kid.

When Izumi faces artblock and is unable to produce anything he likes, he stays home from school and rots in his room until he’s ready to create again.

Izumi prides himself on giving and producing, and if he cannot fulfill that, he feels useless, like he’s nothing.

Izumi enjoys going to beach because he finds it relaxing, and he likes to find shells and shiny things he’s able to use in his jewelry.

Izumi is an only child, and only has a mom and dad.

Izumi’s voice is soft and light, and slightly elegant. His voice has the same tone as Mina from TWICE.

More to come!

GALLERY:

#prsk #prsk oc #proseka #proseka oc #project sekai #project sekai oc #izumi fukuhara #Colorful Splash!#oc #fansekai

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Does Pierre have a backstory? Does he get legs or does he always have a tail?

[Pardon me as I scream for a minute because I always get SO HAPPY when people show interest in my OCs! AAAAAAAAAA-]

Pierre doesn't have a proper backstory yet, but here's some info about him! (and a chibi drawing);

Pierre is a 27-year-old autistic metalhead.

He works as a hairdresser. It's pretty ironic, considering how his own hairstyle looks like...

He's a trans man and currently questioning his sexual/romantic orientation. (He's in the progress of figuring out that he's at least on the asexual spectrum and attracted to men.)

He's tall and tends to have bad posture. His quietness and general looks also make him seem a bit intimidating, but he's very compassionate, cares deeply about other merfolk around him and is passionate about his interests.

Despite of usually being quiet, he loves to talk about plants, algae, metal music and philosophy. He also tends to hum and sing to himself when he feels comfortable.

He doesn't like it when people scream or talk loudly. Ironically, loud music is usually fine (because he can control the volume himself).

About the tail question;

In my OC world, the merfolk are able to switch between a full tail and legs (+ a small tail on their lower back). This transformation can be controlled by owning a tiny magical pearl that's been activated with the blood of the individual merperson who wants to use the pearl for transforming. If the pearl gets lost, the merfolk can easily just buy a new one and get it activated again with their blood. It's a sort of modern fantasy setting!

I haven't drawn a proper pic of Pierre with legs, but here's another OC of mine, Neyr, demonstrating the two forms my merfolk have:

Also fun fact; merfolk tend to buy pearls that are the same color as their eyes are! This is not necessary, but it's more like a custom. So Neyr's pearl is pink and Pierre's pearl is red-ish brown (and I have never drawn him wearing the pearl as I've just realized LMAO)!

#EmBBu's art #EmBBu's OC #EmBBu's OC: Shark Attack #Neyr #Pierre #original character #OC #merfolk #merpeople #merman #Thank you for showing interest to my OCs!!! ;O; They're very dear to me!

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viking-writing · 4 months

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Hallo hallo!💕 HAPPY NEW YEARS/GODT NYTTÅR!🎉

I'm planning on getting the first fic in my Rammstein AU fic series done in 2024! Hopefully before the end of January as that is Rammsteins 30th anniversary-month (Or so I've been told?) but 2024 is their anniversary year anyway so I'll be done long before the end of this year with the first fic in the series! 😁

@marimayscarlett you need to help me with some of the german so you get to read all the chapters before everyone else! ^^

Here is a sneak peak on some of my OC's.

I've actually found at least one of them on "thispersondoesnotexist.com" and it was surreal how the looks matched so perfectly with how I visioned him in my head. Especially considering how the page just makes random AI persons every single time you refresh. I even ended up finding TWO pictures of him (the two fake men look nearly identical and it was beyond perfect for how I visioned him!)

I'll save the "realistic pictures" for some other time. Instead enjoy some piccrew avatars I made of some of my OC's (with some added facts. Warning; this is a long read so if you don't bother you can just look at the avatars instead)

Name: Cornelia Francesca (II/the 2nd.). However she prefers to only go by "Cornelia" or "Nelia" for short.

Gender: Cis woman

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Pansexual

Nationality: That depends on what you lay in the meaning "nationality" (She is mostly German by blood but she was born and grew up in France.)

Facial features: Very pale skin (her veins are mostly visible) and her face is heartshaped. She considers her chin to be "too long and sharp-pointed" and with her big dark- blue, doll-like eyes and blonde curly locks she is often underrestimated or "sweet-talked". Her brows are Blonde/white/nearly "invisible", and her upper lip is slightly bigger than her lower lip, which sometimes could be mistaken for a "frowning pout". Furthermore her lips has no cupids bow. Lastly she "wishes she could have had freckles or beauty marks" as she "finds such to be very unique and beautiful."

Body type: She is tall and has an Hour glass figure. She is naturally heavy chested while her waist is small both by birth and "by the aid of corsets."

Piercings and tattoos: None. Trying to pierce a hole into her would "be a waste of time."

Diet: Vegetarian (mostly). She doesn't mind eating eggs or drinking milk as long as its from trusted farms.

Musical taste: Her taste in music is vast and consist of any genre, from any decade. She doesn't have any favorite band or artist in particular as she doesn't like to place any artist or band "up on a pedestal" as they are "all to be considered talented and should therefore all be equally appreciated".

Fashion sense: Anything from disorted jeans to long ruffled lace skirts. Her most "outraged/scandalous" fashion statement are probably the times when she likes to adjust/modify her corsets so they would fit over jeans and t-shirts. However she doesn't like bold prints or too strong colors, except deep blue or deep red. She wish she could have earrings but as already mentioned: piercing her ears would be a waste of time. She likes wearing necklaces that are simple and not too flashy: anything from simple stone pendants to single colored heavy laced chokers though as for pearls, she has "always found them too mature looking."

Name: Bas (He thinks his mother gave him way too many names, so he prefers to only use the first one.)

Gender: Cis man

Pronouns: He/Him (but he won't correct you if you say they/them.)

Sexuality: Asexual & Aromantic He thinks Romance is ok in movies and books...but "in real life he is good with having family and friends!"

Nationality: The Republic of the Congo.

Skin color: Black "and beautiful" as he would usually say.

Facial features: A rounded face. Bald head he lost his hair due to "some hair...disease?" He doesn't remember what it was called, and "he doesn't really care. Without hair it's easier for him to get ready in the morning and then he can have plenty of time to do fun things!". His nose is wide and short with wide nostrils. He really likes his nose, and the rest of his face! His facial hair is usually scruffy or cleaned shaved. He "tried to grow a moustache, once....and it turned out all patchy so he never wants to do it again!". He has black/dark brown puppy- eyes which according to him means he can "get whatever he wants? No he is probably too old for that trick!" . His eyes have dark circles and a few wrinkles under them but he knows that "in his age being tired is a cool lifestyle, so the dark circles are matching great!".

Body Type: A little on the heavier side with a little portruding tummy, which is alright! He is "exactly how he wants to be and no one can tell him otherwise!"

Piercings and tattoos: Both of his ear lobes are pierced with a metal/silvery earring. He wish he could get tattoos but thinks he "probably wouldn't tolerate that much pain over such a long period of time."

Diet: "Anything goes." He thinks "pasta is boring unless you add some mushroom, a hearty meat sauce and spinach." He thinks "seafood is alright. Shrimps are very good" but to him "nothing beats a well done burger and salty fries!" He thinks that chickens tastes good but that "the source material looks messed up when it runs around and has feathers on it." Basically he thinks all birds are scary and that they "should stay as far away from him as possible!"

Favorite type of music: Bas likes most music but claims that Opera "is the worst." He also thinks that lyrical Jazz that is "too upbeat" sounds "weird and too loud/too confusing." Slow, Classical or electronic music is wonderful if he "wants to relax." He doesn't really appreciate Reggea music too much although "Mark" (Markus) has tried his best to show him "the beauty of it." Soul music is ok, but can get a bit too "screamy/naggy" after a while...

Fashion sense: He loves to wear colorful t- shirts, matched up with a well used, black suit jacket or black, wool coat jacket. Nearly all of his shirts has mostly either vibrant colors or has a cool pattern on them. But it has to be a pattern that is "repetitive and isn't too overwelming". According to himself he "probably doesn't own a single pair of suit pants." In addition to the colorful t-shirts and hoodies; dark or standard colored jeans, comfy shorts and sweatpants is what he "prefers to live in, depending on the season." A hat, preferably a cap worn the "correct way and not backwards" is a "must to protect his head from being burned". He loves colorful hoodies and brown or red scarfs. He doesn't like to wear beanies, because he thinks it "makes him look like the stereotypical black burglar/rapper guy". As for jewelry he doesn't bother to wear any except for the wrist watch he got from his dad, and his standard black or silvery gray earrings. He thinks goldchains are "super corny and he wouldn't be caught dead or alive wearing one! Not even if someone paid him!" As for shoes; regular short laced up leather boots are "easy to wear and they go with anything". Either that or he likes to wear black sneakers, as white sneakers, according to him "would again make him look too much of a rapper guy or some kid trying to impress someone".

Name: Markus E. Weiss and "please don't ever call him "Mark" or "Markie" or any other shortened nicknames as he doesn't appreciate that".

Gender: Male. He says he "doesn't understand the meaning or the need for the word cis. " He also says he "won't understand what 'being trans' means." Hopefully he can be thought otherwise.

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Straight

Nationality: West-German (the former GDR)

Skin color: White

Facial features: He thinks his face is pretty average and oval shaped, especially for "a man in his age". He has a slightly rounded, slightly pointed chin. His blue medium big, slightly down-turned eyes is for the most part behind a pair of silvery steel, squared shaped glasses. He has been told he has very "kind but sad looking eyes". His brown hair that has "gotten lighter with age", is sually sleeked back without any shaved sides. His hair tends to get very wavy the day after he has showered. His nose is slightly downturned with a slightly narrow- rounded tip and he thinks it looks "pretty average just like most of his face". He has pretty straight teeth except for one upper tooth off to the side that is a little shorter than the rest. His ears are a little portruding. His lips are thin, and it makes him look very mischeavious whenever he is lightly smiling.

Body type: "Asymmetrical" and he is "too embarrassed to tell you how/why". Although he believes he is "quite fit for a man of his age he "knows its only a question of time before he gets thinner or gets a belly/tummy just like most men his age if they don't regularly work out".

Piercings and tattoos: None. Because he thinks that "such things doesn't look right. Except for earrings", but for him earrings "belong in the past with his long hair and big sunglasses."

Diet: What he is being served, which is mostly vegetarian food now...unless "there is a special delivery that contains meat in it". He doesn't drink alcohol. He likes a good stew or "anything that is homemade with lots of love and tradition" but all in all he "isn't really picky on trying out new types of food".

Favorite type of music: He mostly listens to classic rock, or 80's rock, although "Soul and Reggea with a meaning has the sound that makes the world go around." He thinks Patti Smith, Pat Benatar and Annie Lennox are "very underrated." Some of his favorite artists includes Patti Smith, Queen, The Doors, David Bowie, The Ramones and The Rolling Stones. He "doesn't really care that much for hip hop, but they are talented in singing fast/rapping, but it just isn't what he would listen to".

Fashion sense: He mostly wears his uniform. Sometimes he wears the black turtle neck without the gray uniform jacket, and pairs this with the gray or navy blue uniform pants or black suit pants. He "probably doesn't own more than one pair of jeans but he swears that velvet bell-bottom pants were everything when he was younger!" He likes to sleep in black or dark gray sweat pants paired with old washed out band t-shirts or single colored (dark blue, white, dark gray or black) long-sleeves. When he is at work he has a silver pocket watch attached to his suitjacket or fastened by the hip at the belt of his suit/uniform pants. He thinks its "practical that the watch can be attached to the belt if it becomes too hot to wear the uniform jacket".)

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That was some of the characters , but I'm also adding a little bonus. Richard Z Kay in a fancy halloween costume/sexy vampire bat-costume! I swear this character is always so extra. It's funny how real-life Richard Kruspe is one of my least favorite Rammstein member, but in my fic series he is actually one of my favorite characters and I am going to defend him at any cost! I honestly wish he was real and that we could hang out not just "in my head/imagination".

Name: Richard Zee Kay/ RZK/Richard Z. Kruspe/Richard Zven/Sven Kruspe Landers. (The list could be endless for a diva like him!)

Gender: male, bclaims that "sometimes he is a whole gender for himself that should NOT be messed with and always have his way or isn't "diva" considered a gender?"

Pronouns: He/him/"Katchen/Fab/Herr Fab/Frau Fab/Divalicious😘".

Sexuality: PAULsexual ❤ ("it's ok to be GAY"/fab-sexual)

Nationality: West Germany (former West-Berlin.)

Skin color: White or fake/real tan

Facial features: A very sharp jawline and a sharp chin, that he hates as it "looks way too masculine". He has ususally "neatly plucked brows". His eyes are big and blue but slightly downturned. His hair is naturally brown and thick/wavy but he used to have "awful blonde dreadlocks which wasn't his choice by the way". Nowadays (at the beginning of the story) he mostly keeps his hair short and dyes it black and "unlike your neighbour or your aunt he is a master colorist and knows EXACTLY what he is doing!" He has according to his husband Paul and his best friend Thalia a "charming, slightly boy-ish smile especially after he had his teeth properly cleaned and fixed". Another thing that Thalia and Paul has told him is that "his face is really expressive, especially when he disprooves/shows a disgust or confusion about something". He doesn't like his own nose as "it could have been a lot shorter" but his husband Paul has claimed that "that would probably make him look like Michael Jackson AFTER plastic surgery" so Richard slowly accepted the nose that "the universe gave him." He has thin lips, but according to him, his husband Paul "has never complained...if ya know what he means? 😉"

Body type: Richard "used to be a twink-teen in the 80's and early 90's (he was born in 1973 in my fic series) but has bulked up A LOT since then! 💪" He now (at the beginning of the story) has a strong v-shaped back with back-dimples something Paul seemingly "knows to take advantage of 😉" According to Paul, Richard's broad upper body is "both a turn on and an odd threat". Richard would now describe himself as "a friendly but bossy hunk with an ass that is bigger, more perfect and more plump than yours will ever be!". Further he claims that he "takes great pride in keeping his ass that way" and that "it's reserved for Paul H. Landers anygays so don't you even bother!". Richard describes his chest as "more amazing than whatever cleavage you will ever have." Further he says that "unfortunally he wasn't given a big dick that would match his big attitude", but he also tries to remind himself about how Paul always tells him that he "has a beautiful penis/Schwanz...just the way it is". In other words: Richard's below average dick size doesn't affect his self esteem "as much as it used to before he met Paul" and he claims "he owes this to his wonderful husband who loves him as him ❤".

Diet: "Anything goes as long as HE or any other professionally trained chef has prepared the food, because he used to be a chef before he became a hair stylist and master colorist". He claims that the reason for why he quit as a chef was "as much as he loved making food, it got too warm and stressful in the restaurant-kitchen and that just spiked his anxiety to the max!"). He prefers pasta or pizza and "didn't like soups at first but Paul convinced him and now he is hooked on all kinds of soups just as much as his husband!" He tries to eat as much proteins as he can "without chugging down on protein shakes, and actually if he can avoid having to drink those nasty shakes again and still get bulked up nicely, then that would be perfect!"

Piercings/tattoos: He "used to rock a belly button after he first started dating Paul but it rejected, and yes he is still upset by that." As for jewelry he first "shared one of Paul's silvery or black earrings and thought it was cute that they could wear one, each, until Paul began to nag on him to get it back for the sake of symmetry". Which "gave him the push to save money for another hole in the 2nd ear and finally buy his own earrings". Other than that he has been thinking about "getting a tongue piercing or a brow piercing" and although Paul seems to be "very supportive of the tongue piercing, he thinks Richard first needs to decide an actual SHAPE of his brow before he gets it pierced so sadly it never happened". As for tattoos, Richard doesn't have any but he claims that for a short time he "dead-seriously wanted to have 'Property of Paul L.' or 'Property of Heiko' (Paul's birth name.)" tattooed above his ass, but "Paul talked him out of it". He has also thought about getting a tattoo of a guitar on his wrist or shoulder that would "symbolize that his husband used to be a punk guitarist in a band in the 80's and early 90's". Another tattoo that Richard is still considering is "cool, diagonally aligned black stars on both of his hips."

Favorite type of music: "Paul's moans, laughter and guitar riffs🥰"... KISS. Scorpions. Firehouse "just to mention a few". He says he "loves to listen to any brutal Death Metal song, anything by Nine Inch Nails, Feeling B, Depeche Mode, The Ramones, The Sex Pistols or Danzig whenever he is jogging or lifting weights." He claims to have "always been a fan of 80's and 90's synth pop, goth, and punk and swears that his favorite punk band now is Feeling B" which was Paul's former band who disbanded sometime in the early 90's, but with a last concert in the early 00's. Some other of Richard's favorite bands/artists includes Sisters of Mercy. The Mission. London After Midnight. The Lords of The Church. Death. The Misfits. The Clash.Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. Tool. Slayer. Kreator. DIO. Lamb of God. Accept. White Snake. Nazareth. Meshugga... but "the list could go on and on but it's mostly guys with deep and kinda depressive voices.. " After he started dating Paul, Richard got into David Bowie and the industrial metal band Hindenburg" (although in your universe/the real world, they are known as Rammstein) while Thalia got him into liking Eisbrecher and darker techno.

Fashion sense: "The best!💋" according to himself; no matter what Paul, Thalia or anyone else tells him.

#OC's character cards #I think even the characters that are based on the rammstein bois are considered low key OC's #because their personalities and likes and dislikes are very distinct #the viking writes #rammstein au fic #rammstein au fic series #rammstein fic #wip rammstein fic series #rammstein wip #fic richard kruspe #my fic richard kruspe #rammstein fic richard kruspe #oc's from wip rammstein fic series #oc's rammstein fic #oc's piccrew #oc's rammstein fic piccrew #rammstein wip fic #rammstein fic wip

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saddest-clown · 5 months

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Nannie’s Love..

Warnings: violent actions/thoughts,mental illness(bipolar disorder and ocd),delusions,sexual content ,kidnapping,cursing,and other things (this chapter will contain some very graphic descriptions of sexual abuse so please read with caution!! And also I only colored the conversations with multiple people in the room so you guys won’t be confused!)

Small Summary: You were a college student trying to live a normal life until you meet a popular pro Hero couple that needs help watching their children while they’re out doing hero work…nothing bad will happen right?

“I hope you’re taking your medicine as the doctor told you. I wouldn’t want to have a repeat of 10 year old you-“

“Yes yes grandma I hear you gosh.”

“Well missy I can’t hear you with that a damn “something in the way” playing in the back. Turn that shit off!”

She can’t tell me what to do. She’s an old bitter bitch to be frank. I’ll just turn it down.

“But what did you want to tell me exactly grandma?”

“Oh yeah. The doctor told me you have information on a good plastic surgeon. Make sure you contact me first before you go getting any ideas of actually getting this surgery done on you.”

“And why would I need your permission again? I remember me being 20 aka a damn adult?”

“That can’t drink legally. Don’t go getting disrespectful with me missy! I’ll come and spank your grown ass. Don’t play with me.”

She thinks she’s so scary. Her and my grandpa. They’re just annoying, if my parents were her with me it’d be different. Fuck them too

“What happened to you being a grown ass adult huh? I thought the call hung up you got so damn silent.”

“…”

“What I thoug-“

I can’t take her berating me right now. I should be in a good mood. I’m getting ready to have my interview with the Midoriyas.

I decided to go with douyin makeup for today. It’s cute and easy. I can’t focus on my bottom lashes if she’s bitching on MY mobile.

Okay that’s pretty good.. I look really nice. I finally found time to buy me some clothes. I decided to wear a off the shoulder knit shirt with a frilly black skirt. I also recently bought a black shoulder bag too!!

*Ring Ring*

Oh? Some is calling me.. it’s Izuku!

“Hello?”

“Hi Pearl how are you doing right now?”

“I’m doing amazing right now! I’m done getting ready and is finna head to the train station right now!”

“Oh no I couldn’t ask you to ride the train. I know of the men on there and I won’t be letting a beautiful woman get attacked on the train.”

Oh my god be just called me beautiful I might faint.

“I-okay!! Umm I live near Toden Arakawa Line where the Omokagebashi Station is. You’ll see Weave Place – Waseda Park!! When you’re here just give me a call.”

“Okay I’ll be on my way! See you soon.”

He hangs up first good. But to put myself and grandma at ease I will take my medicine. I hate how big they are like I’m some sort of horse.

I put my essentials in my bag. Definitely putting in the new perfume I just bought. It smells so good but it was pretty expensive ٭(•﹏•)٭

I lock my door and get on the elevator. I’m super nervous about this. I get to sit and have a chat with my celebrity crush for crying out loud!? People just don’t get this opportunity everyday. Well commoners like me don’t.

I look into to the lobby to see some some what familiar faces. I don’t really talk to my neighbors. Never been interested in it.

I sit on a bench outside and patiently wait. Normally there aren’t so many people out but it is the weekend.

A car pulls up and when I tell you it’s really nice. My apartments may be nice but no one would be casually driving in that. These apartments are nice but not that nice.

*Ring Ring*

“Hey I’m here.. wait is that you on the bench?”

“Oh yeah it’s me!!”

“Okay cool!”

He hung up the phone and got out the car. Damn.. he’s so sexy. Shit.. I can’t be getting all excited out here.

“Hi there stranger!”

“Hi Pearl!! How are you?”

“I’m doing just fine. My morning has just been divine since it’s the weekend.”

“Well that’s nice. Let me open the door for you!”

He opens the door for me and I sit down. He’s so considerate. The seats are warm and comfortable. It smells so good in here! I need to get a quick look of the scent I’ll put it in my future car.

“Well umm welcome to my car. And my I hope this doesn’t come off weird but when I opened the door I got a whiff of your scent and your perfume smells amazing.”

“Why thank you sir. I really appreciate it because it was like really expensive haha.”

We were talking until my phone went off. I don’t own a fancy phone.I actually like collecting vintage flip phones weird huh?

“I’m sorry about this. I have head phones so I won’t disturb you!”

“Oh no your fine you wouldn’t disturb me at all!!”

I smile and look at the contact name. Of course it’s my damn grandma.

“Hello grandma? I’m kinda busy right now..”

“Girl you’ll never be busy when it comes down to me hunny. Where the hell are you actually?! Me and your grandpa were riding around and he had to piss and we came to your apartment but you aren’t here? Where the fuck are you?”

“I’m out doing my own things okay? We have free restrooms for everyone to use why did you have to go to my apartment?”

“Because we want to. Are you questioning me now huh?! I don’t give a damn where you are and who is around you I’ll whoop your slut-“

Nope no was is gonna shame me on my own phone not in front of him.

“Look Mr. Midoriya Im so sorry about that.. I didn’t think she would act like that.”

“Oh yeah you’re fine… um are you okay? She was being really mean to you.. I know she’s your grandma but you still have to let her know how her words hurt your feelings.”

“That’s a really nice gesture but she doesn’t care about how I feel.. it’s fine anyways! She doesn’t call me back when I hand up on her. So it’s fine. If she does call back I’ll put my phone on silent.”

The car gets a little silent the only thing you can hear is the radio playing. It was pretty awkward. My grandma had to ruin it. She ruins everything.

“U-um I noticed you have a interesting phone! I haven’t seen someone use a flip phone in ages actually.!”

“Oh yeah! I love collecting vintage flip phones. This one is the Sharp SH-048 in Melty Bitter! My grandpa bought it for my mom when she was young and she didn’t like it very much so he saved it for me and gave it to me when I was younger and I’ve kept it ever since.”

“Oh that was nice. Do you have a good relationship with your grandpa?”

“Oh.. umm it’s better than my relationship with my grandmother. He speaks to me through gifts and such more than words. She’s more vocal than him. He only disciplines me when my grandma tells him to do it isn’t that bad I guess.”

“Yeah I’m so sorry, I think I’ve made it awkward enough.. so why don’t we just drive in silence.”

I lowkey thank him for suggesting that. Now I get to think of some lies to tell them. Like for instance my quirk.

I’m pretty sure with a quirk like mine no one would want they’re kid around them.

What my quirk you ask? It’s nothing important right now（╹◡╹）.

We arrived at his house. I know he’s like loaded but like 2 cars..? Who else is here..

“Hey Mr.Midoriya I know that you’re rich and everything but like that’s also your car?”

“Oh yeah I’m so sorry I forgot to mention my parents are here to give you a little interview as well. You know? They just want to make sure whoever is watching their grandkids are suitable for it.”

“Yeah Of course I understand I’d do the same if I was in their position right now.”

He gets out to open my door. I hate old people. My grandparents really fucked up my perception of the elderly. Really bad actually. Now I only think of them as old bitter coffin holders.

“Well welcome to my neighborhood! I hope everything goes smoothly.”

I smile and walk with him into his huge house. As we walk in I look around to see all the photos he has with Uraraka it made me want to sob.

Their photos look so nice. They look so in love. No man had ever looked at me like that genuinely.

We almost reach the dining room when we head heavy peddling feet running our way.

“PEARLLLL YOU’RE HERE OMGGGG. I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!”

I smile and catch him in a hug as he runs into me.

“Haiii sweetie. I hope you’ve been a good boy while I wasn’t here.”

“Mhm-mhm! I was the greatest boy.”

“That’s good to hear sweetheart. But where’s your little brother?”

He points at the tall but obviously fake plant.

“He’s hiding behind there.”

I nod and take a couple steps closer to the plant and squat to his height. I can see in the corner of my eye the adults making their way to us.

I point at the plant suddenly.

“Plant.”

I can feel the eyebrows turning up in confusion.

“Fake.”

Another one word. I can see that Inase is starting to understand a little bit.

“I’m sorry he doesn’t really talk much not even with his parent-“

She was cut off with a unexpected sound from the youngest child.

“Fake plant.”

I smile as I got him to talk

I push my hand towards him.

“Hand.”

Then I proceed to move it in a shaking motion.

“Shake.”

Suddenly to everyone’s surprise he repeats the same thing as me but instead he grabs my hand as well.

I stand up properly and he comes form behind the plant and hugs me just like his brother. The adults clap and smile.

“Wow Pearl was it? You are good at what you do!! We haven’t got him to take in forever. Not for anything. It’s amazing seeing him talk.”

“Thank you. Since I study child behavior and development, we’ve learned that non verbal kids speak faster and better when you ease them into speaking.

“Wow let me just say that was amazing! I’m Inko Yagi! Izuku’s mother. And this is my husband Toshinori Yagi!”

“Hello miss,can I just that I’m so thankful for your help on giving us a start to having Inase speak.”

“Ofcourse! It’s no problem!”

“How about we get started with the small interview. Saku and Ina you two can come only if you behave.”

“YES! We promise mommy. We’ll be on our best behavior.”

He shows his brother his palm and demonstrates a high five. I giggle seeing how fast his brother caught on to my teaching methods.

We all head to the dinning table and all sit. The kids run to sit with my. Ina laying his head on my chest and Saku leaning on my side.

“Okay so my first question and most simple question. Can you tell us your full name please? First and Last preferably.”

“It’s Kashvi Pearl Dahlia. I know it sounds foreign cause my mom named me after her first love. A girl she meet when visiting Indian for the first time.”

“Oh really? That’s interesting. Did she know your mom named you after her?”

“No she died before I was born.”

“Oh…I’m sorry about that.”

“Oh it’s fine I didn’t know her. But anyways next question please.”

“Yeah umm Do you have any past experience with addiction. Like drugs or alcohol?.”

“No ma’am Iived with my grandparents my whole life so I didn’t have much time for things like that. And my college does drug tests on us every week.”

“Interesting. Do you mind if I could also view the results. It’s nothing against you ofcourse I just want to know that you’re sober when you are watching the boys. There’s nothing wrong with drink or so. Just want you to make the best sober choices.”

“That’s fine I completely understand.”

“Okay well I don’t really have anymore questions.”

“Okay well next person please.”

“That will be me dear. I want to know if you are certified in CPR perhaps? Or any medical practices for like injuries around the house.”

“Oh yeah I actually do have a certification in CPR. Since my professor has us to do many active assessments with children we had to learn it and more things. Like I have a med kit with many things for day to day injuries and more!”

“That’s good to know. Okay my next question is do you mind helping the kids with their homework or engaging in educational activities with them? Like being a chaperone on field trips?”

“Yes ma’am. I talked to my professors about me switching to night school and online lectures so I can give them all my attention.”

“Well I only have one more thing and it’s more of a request. Can I have a number of someone we can call just in case we can’t get in touch with you?”

“Oh yes ma’am. My neighbor’s number is ###-####-####.”

“Thank you dear. That is all I need.”

“Mr.Midoriya I’m guessing you have some sort of questions?”

“Oh yes! Umm I really don’t have many I really only have 2. The first one is about your quirk?”

“Oh I don’t have one. I was born with a quirk but it got took from me.”

“Oh my! I’m so sorry that happened to you… one of my friends lost their quirk as well so I could just imagine how you felt.”

I smile at him. He’s so sweet,thinking of others all the time.

“But honestly I don’t have another question. I trust you Pearl.

“Thank you Mr.Midoriya I appreciate it.”

“Well I guess that’s all the questions. Dad do you have one?”

“Umm no to be honest. If her body language was amazing when questioned. That’s one thing that caught my eye. I can tell Miss Pearl will be amazing with little ones.”

Honestly it went smoother than I would have thought. After all the questions we had dinner and played games. It was amazing.

Me and Izuku were having an nice conversation the whole car ride not once did it go quiet.

“Like I would have never thought that’s how the series would end! I hate cliffhangers to this day because of that show.”

“Same!! The creators are the reason I have trust issues now haha!”

“Well sadly this is your stop.”

“Aww man well I had a lot of fun with you guys. Once again thank you for giving me this opportunity!”

“No problem Pearl thank you for taking the job for us. Well have a good night and I’ll see you tomorrow morning!”

I wave him goodbye and head in my apartment complex. I failed to see the familiar car in the lot.

I opened my apartment door with a satisfied sign.

“Hello apartment! I hope you had an excellent night because I did! I can’t even say I missed you a tiny bit.”

As I made my way past my counter island something yanked me by my hair.

“OH YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO GET AWAY WITH THAT DISRESPECTFUL ATTITUDE OF YOURS?!”

She punched me in my face as she screamed bloody murder.

“OH IM BUSY GRANDMA. LIKE I GIVE ONE FUCK ABOUT YOUR LIFE SWEETHEART?!”

She throws me to the ground while I was still trying to recover from the hit she gave me.

“So rude to your own grandmother! Someone who took care of you when your own MOTHER didn’t want you!?”

I let her talk to herself while I tried to crawl away from her while holding my face.

“OH GET YOUR SLUTTY ASS BACK HERE!?”

She grabs my skirt pulling it down in the process. Now I’m only in underwear and my sweater.

“Granny I’m sor-“

She grabs my shirt so hard it rips leaving my partially naked.

“Now you’re sorry? Well I doesn’t fucking matter does it huh little Y/n!? You never seemed to understand when you disrespect your elders you get punished Y/n?!”

She drags me to my bathroom. We past my balcony to see my grandfather smoking a cigarette. Trying to focus on something other than his wife abusing his granddaughter.

“You are easily the biggest disappointment of our family. To think my daughter birthed a lunatic. A disrespectful one at that.”

She elbows me in my face darkening my vision. Until my vision is complete took. I can tell she put a blind fold on my face.

I could feel air touch my nipples. So I was completely naked now. I didn’t hear anyone talking or making any kind of movement.

I make an effort to move but is restricted. What the hell did she tie me up?!

Suddenly I hear a jingle of a belt buckle.

“Wait granny is that yo-“

A sudden slap of a belt brings a yelp out of me.

“You just had to do this to yourself. You decided to treat the only people that love you like shit. I’m really getting tired of having to do this when you’re a “grown up”. “

She just starts hitting me with the belt everywhere. My breasts,my face, legs, even my cunt for crying out loud. And that’s what I did,scream and cry. Was all I could do is voice my apologies for being rude.

When I finally pissed myself she stopped. She finally decided that was enough.

I just sat there in my own piss. Mascara smudged on my face from my constant crying. The truth is I don’t know why I’m crying. She’s always like this. One time when I was 14 she let our pervert neighbor have his way with me after I got sent to the principal’s office. She continuously denied letting him in but I just can’t find myself to believe her.

A boy kept bothering me about my skirt and how slutty my legs looked. He even grabbed the inside of my underwear after he had snuck into the girls bathroom! I bit him and threw him against the sink.

They had the audacity to call the police on me?! When I was the one attacked. They said I was “having hallucinations” because of my mental illness.

My grandma was livid. She beat me to black and blue after that. She had to write a letter to the parents of the boy to not be upset with him because I was mental.

She didn’t even let me rest after she beat me half to death…

(WARNING R4PE FLASHBACK)

I remember sitting in my bed shaking…

Then suddenly my door opens

“Hey kiddo… I hear you got into a bit of trouble at school today.”

The mysterious man comes up to me and starts rubbing circles in my back. This action immediately makes me tense up.

Tears build up in my eyes and I start to silently cry.

“Shhh honey I know… I know you’re in pain. I know you’re in trouble..but me. I believe everything you said.”

I looked up at him still crying.

“…..Really?”

“Oh of course honey, teenage boys are horrible little creatures who only think with they’re teeny tiny little cocks. But me? I’m all grown up and I can help you.”

“how?”

“Well when I’m hurting really bad I use sex to get rid of my frustrations. I think it could help you too..”

I didn’t know what sex was. I’d never had the talk. My grandma just said if I was to have it I’d be sitting on the concrete with some crackhead.

I lost my train of thought when he started to kiss my forehead. He mumbled sweet words and praises in my ear.

My tummy filled with butterflies. No one has spoken to me like that Ever

The way his hands sneakily moved down my body caressing my private and chest. I couldn’t help but make small noises.

The way he kissed me so passionately. Every moan I let out he got more excited. He taught things about my body that I never knew of until he came in that day.

“That’s it fuck! Honey I never thought you would be so good at this for a virgin.”

He was referring to my ability to make him feel good. He told me that all the women he’s been with they’ve never made him feel that good.

In that time it felt amazing. His finger inside of me feeling the hole of my privates and of my heart.

“Okay honey I’m gonna put it in now. Brace yourself.”

I’ve never felt anything like that. It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever had to experience. It hurt like hell but it felt good. I didn’t think about what happened earlier. After a while the pain turns into Pleasure

It lasted a while until he had to take it out. There was a little blood but he said that’s what happens.

Before he left he kissed me on my lips and rudely let his white stuff or as he told me it was called “cum” get all over my face.

(FLASHBACK OVER)

My grandparents only found out when my grandpa hit his car and he got angry. He threatened to fuck me much worse if he doesn’t pay for it.

However it was different. My grandmother was gone on a girls trip and so he was the only one watching me. If it was my grandma she would’ve beat my ass but this time it was different. He beat the NEIGHBOR’S ass instead of mine.

My grandpa brought me to my doctor and explained to him that I was taken advantage of and that I needed to talk to someone because he couldn’t help with that.

My neighbor didn’t go to jail though. He had too much dirt on them to let them go to the police. Before he left he looked at me through the window I was watching him from. He said to me

“Remember what I taught you honey. Please yourself rather than your frustration and problems.”

And that’s what I did.

After my grandparents made their leave. I finally decided to get up. I cleaned out my tub from all the nasty smelly piss from out my tub.

I turned on the hot water and stepped in. I haven’t taken a bath in so long. I’m usually using the showers but tonight I needed a stress relief.

The burning sensation of the boiling water made me feel clean I guess.

I feel my head immersed into the water. I open my eyes to see the ceiling. Today I don’t know what it is. Usually if things like that happens I touch myself. Taking away from the sensation of feeling hurt or in pain. But I wasn’t feeling it.

When I do that it makes me sluggish so I’m gonna make the choice to make a different approach. A better approach.

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ultimatebottom69 · 4 months

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What do you think gay men are attracted to in men that they can’t be attracted to in women?

It can’t be anything about femininity or masculinity obviously. That’s both sexist, and cultural so can’t be what drives men-only attraction.

It can’t be anything about stated identity because someone could lie just as easily as they could tell the truth in such a statement, and it makes no sense because homosexuality and heterosexuality exists in other species with no stated identities. It’s not like other animals without gender are all pan.

Saying idk it’s the vibes or some indescribable trait men have that women can’t but “I can’t explain” is a nonanswer.

Soooooooo what is it? Or do you think any sexuality but bi/pan is just cultural performance or an identity rather than an inborn orientation?

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I am an advocate to the movement to mind my own business tbh.

Sex is a subject i do not think about in that way cause well i am asexual (frankly you came to the wrong person to talk about attractions) and well. We do know that the fags CAN fuck the Dykes. Cause humans use words very freely and sometimes someone is hot regardless of your preferences.

Sometimes even if the person is super hot well you are not attracted to that and to me that's not sexism or whatever. That's just preferences. Now having preferences do not stop you from being an asshole at all or well make you one.

I met plenty of gay men who were assholes and plenty of lesbians who were assholes too. Your sexuality do not dictate or defend your political/ethnical stance no matter what Twitter says.

And no i do think it's a weird thing about feminity and masculinity. I do not think it's sexist to say that at all Anon since Feminity and Masculinity are extremely subjective traits that we randomly paired to a genitalia.

Like from personal experience. I have a gay friend and a nonbinary one. My gay friend is very feminine. Very elegant and yes as cliche as it sounds he loves Beauty Contest. He loves make up. He is the best dressed person in the room when he wants to. My nonbinary friend has body hair, very masculine and simply paint his nails and wear the coolest pearl beads on their wrist that i ever seen(They use They/his) and like. I like that fucker too.

And me i am like super asexual but i do have a voice that can be described as "French boy who just got newly hired for marketing" i was born a woman contrary to my peers above but when it comes to manly task sometimes they call me for advice at the gym and such.

It's not cultural appropriation or sexism. Humans are different that's normal everyone has their truth.

Like. To me sex is like being in front of a the widest variety of buffet. Since i am also interested in the personality of the subject i look at man, woman AND other identities. I do not really care since to me a good convos is better then most sex you can get out here. So at the buffet i am not hungry at all.

And well lie or truth are just human tbh. One day that could be the truth. The next day it could be a lie. It changes all the time.

What i know is i will always trust the person telling me because putting people in boxes when it comes to sexuality or gender is not proper nor cool. I will make mistakes but i will try to make them less.

Like if you tell me you are bisexual leaning toward men and you identify as a man. Even if someone says "well u r just gay." I will go "Well maybe not. You know even if it's 90% men and 10% women they still going in both directions. Maybe ome day that percentage will change."

I am super chill about that tbh. I will maybe ask questions if you says something like "Bisexual-Lesbian-Faery-TerfBaby-She/her" like i will go "Do you know what Terf means ? Or do you just hate men like some lesbians and decided to fuck up your stats ?"

Humans are weird. We been weird since the birth of our existence and we will be weird even when none of us are here to see it.

Isn't it beautiful ?

#queer

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alarrytale · 2 months

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Hi Marte. I'm in a queer community on campus (25-30 of us) and everyone but me thinks that Harry is straight and they won't even entertain the idea that he could be queer. Opinions are a bit mixed but they all think he is straight. Some think of him as a modern day rockstar and is the opposite of toxic masculinity. They often compare him to Bowie and Jagger (they read them as straight too). They think that he has contributed a lot to breaking down toxic masculinity and that he has started a trend of straight men painting their nails, wearing boas, pearls and etc. Some think this is a positive thing but others are angry because they think he's made it harder for them to recognize queer men because straight men are now engaging in queer culture. Then there are others who think he is straight up queerbaiting by being coy about his sexuality. I always give my opinion but they are so confident that he's straight. It's not just them, I see it on twitter too. Sometimes it comes from journalists or other celebrities. I just don't understand. When did queer people get so bad at recognizing their own? Why so closed minded?

Hi, anon!

Queer people aren’t immune to heteronormativity or gaslighting. Is H painting his nails or saying gender is not that important (in regards to who he's dating) him breaking down toxic masculinity or is it him just being queer and expressing it like a closeted man would?

Journalists and other celebrities either don't know he's queer and are subjected to the same heteronormativity and gaslighting as everyone else (i doubt it) or it's simply because they don't want to out him and it's in their own interest to perpetuate the straight narrative (yes).

In Harry's case the gaslighting has been extreme and it's been upheld for a decade. You need to take of your blinds and actually look at things from a more neutral perspective to be able to see it. If you're not that interested or invested in H, there's no point in fighting your own heteronormativity and notice you're being heavily gaslighted.

If you really want to convince them, try not to focus on his appearance (straight passing), his fashion (costume), but focus on his behaviour, his own words and how friends and family views him. He's been outed more times than i can count and he's also said things that only a queer man would.

#harry image #closeting #gaslighting #heteronormativity

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dejadoodles-101 · 4 months

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Empress Erin

Hey y'all! So I finally want to introduce you guys to one of my witchsonas Empress Erin! The first pic is my very first drawing of her and the second one is the updated version.

Her bio is pretty long so just bear with me

Erin is a very beautiful, attractive, and sexy witch (she's know to be the most sexiest witch in the Demon Realm). Erin is also known to be the one Disney character that should not be allowed on TV because of her appearance and behavior.

She's the empress of the Boiling Isles and she's married to Belos and is the aunt of Hunter. A lot say that Belos is one lucky man to have such a sexy wife like Erin. A lot of the members (mostly men) of the emperor's coven have a huge crush on her. Erin and Kikimora are rivals and they despise and hate each other very much.

She went to St. Epiderm for her educational years and studied plant magic. She was born in Latissa.

Here is her actual bio:

Full Name: Erin Marilyn Wittebane (née Harris)

Nicknames: Rin/Rinny, (by Belos and Hunter) Darling, Sweetie/Sweetheart, Love, Er-Bear, and etc (all by Belos) Aunt Erin, Rin/Rinny (all by Hunter)

Birthday: June 29th 1979

Age: 41 (in the series) 44 (in reality)

Astrology Zodiac: Cancer

Chinese Zodiac: Goat

Height: 5'8

Sexuality: Heterosexual (most times) Bisexual (somewhat)

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers

Gender: Female

Voice: Cristina "Vee" Valenzuela (Verosika Mayday from Helluva Boss)

Family Members: Herbert (father) Mildred (mother), Paul (older brother), Jacquline (older sister), Kimberly (younger sister), Philip Wittebane/Belos (husband), Caleb Wittebane (brother in-law; deceased) Hunter (adoptive nephew)

Personality: Intelligent, evil, mean, selfish, sarcastic, intimidating, manipulative, vulgar, seductive, easily jealous and annoyed, etc

Appearance: Very beautiful, sexy, and attractive, slender, dark brunette wavy hair, fair skin, green eyes, pointy ears, black nail polish

Alignment: Bad

Occupation: Empress of the Boiling Isles, student at St. Epiderm (formerly)

Coven(s): Emperors Coven (currently) Plant Coven (formerly)

Palisman: Pearl (a one eyed crab)

Allies: Belos (spouse), Hunter, (sometimes) Lilith, some members of the coven, The Collector, Pearl

Enemies: Kikimora (rival) Luz, Amity, Willow, Gus, Hunter (sometimes), The Collector (currently)

Likes: Spending time with her husband Belos, being in the Emperor's Coven, the human realm, manipulating members of the coven, being beautiful and gorgeous, the color green, fairy pie, salads, alcoholic apple blood, being drunk, singing, dancing, music, cats and dogs, her high school years, 80s and 90s, plants and flowers

Dislikes: Kikimora, Stupidity, male members of the coven crushing and flirting with her, hangovers, her elementary and middle school years, Belos telling her not to drink so much, things not going her way, men asking her out, the fact that her husband is dead

Trivia:

Her biggest dream was to join the emperor's coven since she was 3

Back then, Erin was a dorky kid (mainly back in her middle school years)

She had a terrible mouth accident when she was 3 which caused her teeth to be cracked and yellow and had to wear braces and a dental headgear for a few years

She then started to lose her vision and had to wear glasses at the age of 10

She was bullied a lot during her elementary and middle school years

She had her palisman Pearl since she was 13 and still has her to this day and helped her get through the rough times she had

Before when she started high school she was finally able to take her braces and headgear off and changed her appearance completely

She started wearing eye contacts and dyed the end of the hair green and made lots of new friends

She became popular in high school

Joined the emperor's coven after she graduated in 1997

Was a scout for 13 years

Married Belos in 2010 when she was 31

She's rivals with Kikimora. They absolutely hate each other. Erin finds her really annoying and Kiki is jealous of her

She's the only member who can still visit family and friends

Erin is known to be the "most sexiest witch in the Demon Realm

Her original name was going to be "Marilyn" but since Eda's human name was "Marylin" her name was changed to Erin

She absolutely loves Belos with all of her heart and is the only witch who Belos cares and loves for

I think that's everything! Really hope you guys are gonna love her just as much as I do and I’ll be posting more of her at some point! I did a lot of drawings of her.

Art and witchsona are mine

#the owl house #the owl house fanart #toh #witchsona #OC #original character #own character #empresserintheowlhouse #erin marilyn harris #digital art #digital artwork #digital drawing #ibispaintx #ibispaintxapp #artwork #art #dejadoodles101

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fuji09 · 5 months

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Hey !

I just saw a Patrick Hockstetter in church clothes, and, I thought it was good, but I was a little annoyed with what the person wrote around the drawing. (It doesn't fit the Patrick I imagine)

Do you have any headcanons about Patrick forced to go to church with his parents?

I love how you write him, and I think you're the person who got Patrick the best 👌

This is so sweet, I'm so flattered and happy you think I write Patrick best! I do my best. I love seeing fanart and seeing different ways people view Patrick is pretty cool.

So HC's of Patrick being forced to go to church every Sunday:

*there is a bit of dubcon sprinkled in*

Patrick grew up with his parents dragging him to church every single Sunday morning. It was aggravating at even a young age, he hated it.

He felt like everyone who went to church willingly were incredibly stupid.

His mom always made him wear uncomfortable dress clothes that he would literally strip off his body the moment they got into the car to drive home. Even when his mom yelled at him to wait for 5 minutes since they lived close to the church.

The kids who went to Sunday school with him were terrified of him. He would hurt the other kids and threaten them to never say a word.

He hated the singing, his mom would sing in the choir and he could always hear his mom over everyone else. (That is me projecting here, my mom sang in the choir and I could always hear my mom's voice over everyone else's)

After Avery was killed, the Hockstetters skipped church for a month which Patrick was quite pleased with. He was so sure he never had to go again but when the pastor made a visit to their home, he convinced them to start going again much to Patrick's distain.

Once he was old enough to pick out his own clothes he would wear black ripped skinny jeans with chains, black tshirts with some form of Satanic prints, and a flannel shirt. His parents could never get him to change, every Sunday was a fight about his outfit of choice.

When Patrick became a teenager and was forced to go to youth group he started vandalizing, any bible he found, he'd rip all the pages out or write vulgar blasphemous things inside for someone to find.

He began harassing the other boys as he started feeling curious and having sexual urges. Especially one Richie Tozier. He was always Patrick's favorite to harass.

He managed to get his first blowjob while the church service was going, the day the lesson was on sexual impurity and homosexuality. He wanted to give God the finger and when he cornered a guy a year younger than him that he had convinced to fool around with, he got to fuck someone's mouth for the first time and he came when he heard the pastor yell that homosexuals were condemned to hell.

Patrick tried to burn the church down multiple times, even injured the pastor one time but he managed to escape the fire with only a few burns.

When overnight trips in the youth group would happen, he would always pick Richie as his buddy to stick with and sit with on the bus. He loved watching the trashmouth squirm and a few times when the bus ride was long, he would share one of his earbuds with Richie and they would listen to music. They never spoke of it.

Patrick would swear and take God's name in vain on purpose every Sunday, he loved seeing the women clutch their pearls and the men look at him in disgust.

He got the youth pastor sent to jail for having sex with him. He seduced the man for months, knowing the guy liked teenage boys even though he was married with a wife and kids. He finally pushed enough to make the man cave and Patrick filmed the entire thing and then played the video for the entire congregation to watch in horror.

#fuji rants #patrick hockstetter #richie tozier #it #stephen king's it #dubcon #avery hockstetter

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bloodmoon24 · 8 months

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Ok, since I haven’t made Kraken yet or even the Sky Witch that I named Arrow, I’m gonna go ahead and do some fun facts/likes and dislikes for them both

Tide:

• 17 years old sea otter

• Decided to make him male

• Has a snake Talistrum named Leviathan

• Pansexual, aroace, he/him pronouns

• Leviathan’s jewelry form is choker

• All water witches can naturally breathe underwater

• First spell was when he made a glass of water levitate and make fun shapes with it

• He has an older sister and a brother with the same age as him

• Loves surfing, his friends, beach parties, volleyball, mysteries, music, chicken soup, coral reefs, hanging out with Arrow

• Hates Eggman, Jade’s bad mood, water pollution, anyone harming any water habitats, not being able to help Sonic with his water fear

Arrow:

• 17 years old falcon

• Trans man (figured out at the age of 14/15)

• Has a lioness Talistrum named Bow (Ha. Bow and Arrow)

• Bisexual, demiromantic/sexual like Ice the Ermine

• Bow’s jewelry form is a ring

• All sky witches can control the weather/temperature

• First spell was when a heatwave hit, he (or in this case she because this happened as a kid) was able to make a cool breeze and helped cool off some people

• He has a mom and a little sister named Mist

• Loves flying through the air, adventure, his family and friends, tension (in a good/shipping way), hanging out with Kraken, making theories about stuff (almost like Sticks the Badger), sunny days, grilled cheese sandwiches, watching Savanna messing with Espio, Bow playing with the other Talistrums

• Hates Jet, Knuckles when he playfully punched him too hard, his little sister in danger, Rouge trying to steal their Witch’s Pearls, anything girly, wearing a very tight binder, not being able to fly

So that’s it for now. And once I complete Kraken and Arrow, I’ll be doing a full Chaos Witch group edit. Kinda like how previews are made for introducing a new character for a movie/game/show. Plus, I figured that not all witches have to be women, so I brought some men in this group, because why not? Thank you all for any patience of my next Chaos Witch edits, I’ll be also posting/making some more witch lore soon, so be ready for that. Hope you all have a fantastic day 😉👍🏼

#sonic the hedgehog #sth #sth oc #sonic the hedgehog oc #chaos witch #chaos magic #Talistrum #tide the otter #leviathan the Talistrum #arrow the falcon #bow the Talistrum #leviathan the snake #bow the lioness #fun facts

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Pearl Girls: Trustee's Ball Buster

–Part of the Pearl Girls series, picking up very shortly after “Trustee’s Balls to the Wall”

“I’m so glad my lectures will be paying off for you tonight, Alexis,” Dean Dickinson said as he led me downstairs into the private rooms hidden beneath the historic administration building of Skarlette City University—the domain where faculty, staff, and students were not allowed. We passed through two cypher locks and a retina scanner. For a moment, it felt more like a supervillain lair I might have faced in my days as the heroine Argent, rather than a sub-basement of a campus building frequented by Alexis Ames, PhD. These pearls around my neck did more than mark me as a Pearl Girl, they opened up entire vistas of erotic adventure!

“Your feedback on my … oral examinations will certainly serve me well tonight, Dean,” I said.

“You can thank me later, in my office,” the Dean chuckled. “More than that, I’ve used my considerable influence to secure you a reprieve from whatever retrograde Pearl Girl rule has kept you from your climax these last few months. I firmly believe that even for those of your … calling, the most sexually exciting partner is the one enjoying herself. The trustees will enjoy you and you will enjoy yourself tonight. Won’t you, Alexis?”

Despite the Dean’s request, Mistress Treasure had not actually granted me that reprieve from orgasm denial. She’d ordered me to fake as many climaxes as would please the trustees. If I actually came, I’d never get a chance to kiss her unspeakably luscious lips. Of course, I couldn’t let the Dean know that where it mattered, he had no influence. He was a pearl-level member of Club Absinthe and needed to be pampered in every way, especially his ego. “I am certain tonight will be truly exceptional. Thank you so much, Dean.”

The Dean led me through a crowded wine cellar laden with expensive vintages. At the back, the pull of a concealed handle caused a section of wall to swing open and reveal a secret passage. From within, I could hear the chattering of deep male voices and the echoes of wanton female moans. At the end of the hallway was another hidden door. Within was a large smoking room with dark paneling, chairs and benches upholstered in black leather. More than a dozen men mingled in the space—all of them old, all of them white, all of them with a beautiful college girl servicing their cock.

Not just any college girls. Nearly every member of the Chloros Neriada Sorority—except for sorority president and irresistible sex goddess Treasure Tartarus—was kissing, cuddling, sucking, or being fucked by the school trustees. A room full of Pearl Girls meant that the trustees wanted for nothing. Their every lascivious desire was fulfilled by eager girls a third of their age.

One of them caught sight of me. “Look what the Dean brought us, fellas. Professor Pearl Girl is here!”

While I hand never been one to seek out the spotlight, being a Pearl Girl had taught me how to play to an audience. Cocking my hip, I smirked at the trustees. “I hope you boys have boned up on the material. I give a very thorough oral examination!”

Over the next few hours, I became a dervish of debauchery, catering to every fantasy the trustees had nurtured about a sexy college professor. One produced a pair of glasses he wanted me to wear so he could cum all over them. Another wanted me to gaze deeply into his eyes while I recited Rosetti’s Goblin Market while he fingered me, so he could watch me fake an orgasm as I gasped out “Eat me, drink me, love me.” Two other trustees wagered ten thousand dollars on who could make me cum quickest on his dick (I faked it for both, but a little later for the one that ruined my French twist by trying to pull my hair).

Perhaps the strangest request was the trustee in his eighties who carefully unfolded a handwritten essay that had to be a half-century old. He lay back and wanted me to ride his Viagra-hardened cock while I read the the teacher’s comments on what must have been his college economics homework. I gasped and moaned as I read the faded red ink in flawless penmanship. While his economics professor had given his homework an A+, I could barely award his cocksmanship a D. Regardless, I faked two climaxes by the time he reached his own.

Faking an orgasm when you were truly, deeply desperate for release was quite difficult. The more I moaned, the better my body felt. The more I screamed, the hotter my actual desires burned. The more I writhed and squealed “I’m cumming for you, sir,” the more my actual orgasm threatened to overwhelm me with pleasure too powerful to deny.

But Mistress Treasure’s rules allowed no exceptions: No orgasm tonight.

By the time most of the trustees had sated their appetites and drifted to sleep, I was acting more by habit than by any plan to please them. I was so busy sucking whatever dick still had some firmness to it that I didn’t even hear the hidden door open. The trustee whose dick I was sucking gave a shout. “Hey! No women allowed in here!”

A feminine voice replied, “Really? Tell that to the exploited young female tickling her tonsils with your dick, Connor.” Even from behind me, with my face pressed against Connor nest of gray pubic hair, something about her voice sounded familiar.

“Unless you’re here as entertainment, Lyta, you need to leave.”

Lyta? Behind me was Hipolyta Leasch, the woman I’d humiliated just a few hours ago by all but bragging about how I’d seduced her husband. I slowed the bobbing of my head so that this trustee could focus on getting rid of her, rather than relishing my hot, wet mouth.

Before he could push the issue, Lyta Leasch responded. “I’m a trustee of this school, Connor. Same as all of you. My family foundation and I have given millions to this school’s endowment. I have as much right to the perks of being a trustee as anyone. … Unless you really want to face a discrimination lawsuit that will drag all these student extracurricular activities out into the open?”

Connor pushed my face away from his shaft. “There’s no need to get catty, Lyta. It’s just that you haven’t been down here since you got married.”

“Wedded bliss is overrated,” she growled.

“We all learn that sooner or later. If we’d known you were coming, the Dean could have made arrangements. As it is … well, it’s just that we only ordered Pearl Girls for entertainment.”

Lyta laughed. “Don’t worry, Connor. I’ve had my fill of dick for a lifetime. I’d much rather unleash my lust upon one of these high-spirited young ladies. Which of you little sluts wants to play with Lady Lyta?” Her voice came closer. Still on my knees, I tried to crawl away as discretely as possible. Hoping to avoid her attention, I ducked around the far side of a divan …

Only to find myself facing a full-length mirror.

In reflection, Lyta Leasch gazed down on me with a cruel twinkle in her eye. “Alexis Ames? What a surprise to see you here. Faculty aren’t normally allowed to even know about these little get-togethers, let alone participate.”

Maybe I could spin some sort of story to salvage what vestige of dignity I had left? Worth a shot. Rising to my feet, I turned to face her with chin held high, despite my cum-spattered nakedness. “That’s a funny story, Lyta. It all started—”

“She’s not faculty tonight, Lyta. She’s a Pearl Girl,” Connor bellowed. “Damn fine cocksucker, too.”

“A Pearl Girl? She’s here to entertain the trustees?” Lyta said in a tone of mock-surprise, cruelty never leaving her eyes. “Is this true, Alexis?”

I knew my necklace wouldn’t allow me to lie to a direct question from a trustee, not tonight when she was effectively a pearl-level member. Maybe I could evade? “Don’t you find the issue of identity to be one of endless nuance, Lyta? One might say that—Oooohhhh!”

Lyta’s sharp nails seized my nipples, jolts of burning pain-pleasure surging through my body. I’d barely seen her take a step toward me, but now her lips were at my ear. “It’s a simple question, Alexis. Are you here to entertain the trustees?”

The intense sensation wouldn’t let any words past my lips but the truth. “Y-yes, I am. Aaahhh!”

“Good. You’re going to be very entertaining to me, you fucking home-wrecking slut!” She slapped me across the face. The truth of her words added a sting to my cheek that I hadn’t felt in battles against super-powered foes. I had destroyed this woman’s life and now I was at her mercy. There was a certain dark kismet to the whole thing.

“Let’s just have a look at what kind of trash tempted my pathetic husband. Hands behind your head, Pearl Girl.”

“Of course, Lyta,” I said, raising my arms and lacing my fingers behind my neck.

Smack! She slapped my naked tit. “Don’t speak to me like we’re friends, Alexis. I know your Pearl Girl rules. You have to treat me with respect.”

How could she know tonight’s rules? Was she bluffing? I couldn’t chance calling that bluff. “Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry, ma’am.”

“Not yet, Lexi, but you will be sorry before I’m done with you.” She looked toward the nearest sorority sister.

Mandy was tucking a blanket around one of the trustees. He’d just emptied his balls inside her and nodded off for a post-orgasmic nap. Lyta pulled Mandy up by the ear. “He’s got no more need of you, Pearl Girl. You’re with me now. Get me out of this dress.” Mandy scurried behind the surprisingly kinky archaeologist and busied herself with the clasps.

Lyta glared at me. “How did you do it, Lexi? Did you get him drunk? Read him Shakespearean sonnets? Or did you just show Grant your pathetic tits and he was so tired of fucking his fist that he leapt at the first trim on offer?”

While I couldn’t lie to her, I could spin the truth in the most hurtful way possible. “Grant came to me. He found out that I was a Pearl Girl. Frankly, I don’t think he could help himself.”

Lyta scowled at me as Mandy helped her step out of the red silk gown. Underneath, Lyta wore an ornate black leather corset with matching panties and tall black leather boots. “You Pearl Girls think you’re so irresistible, don’t you? Think you’re the sexiest thing mankind has ever seen?”

“We do leave a trail of very, very satisfied pearl-level members in our wake … and the occasional neglected English nerd.”

Lyta unlaced one of the many leather cords out of her corset. “The more venom you spit at me, Lexi, the more you’ll need to swallow. I know your weak points and will strike them relentlessly.” She walked behind me as she spoke, fiddling with my wrists and brushing my hair away from my neck.

“Lexi, turn and face the mirror,” she said. I had little choice but to do so. “You’ll notice that I’ve wrapped a thick cord of leather around each of your wrists. I slipped the other end of each loop underneath this outre pearl necklace you’re so fond of. If you move your hands it will be a contest of strength between that thick, seasoned leather cord and the soft gold chain links holding your necklace together. My money’s on the leather, but if you want to test it, go right ahead. I’m sure your Pearl Girl mistress will be so happy if you let her precious pearls scatter across the floor. Unless you think you can prove me wrong, Lexi?”

Studying the reflection, I could tell immediately that she was correct. If I moved my hands away from the back of my head, it would be my precious pearl necklace that would pay the price. Damaging the necklace in any way would surely end my life as a Pearl Girl. A sense of dread buzzed from my neck to my toes. I moved my hands lower, to the base of my neck, to lessen any stress on my necklace. “No.… I mean, no, ma’am.”

Her eyes glinted evilly. “Look at that! When I put something you care about at stake, suddenly you learn how to treat me with respect. Too bad for you that you didn’t respect my marriage, Lexi.” Without breaking eye contact with me, she snapped at Mandy. “Little slut, fetch me that leather case and then lie on your back on the floor, your head between Lexi’s feet.”

Mandy hurried to comply with Lyta’s orders. Soon she was looking up at my naked body from below.

“Lexi, squat down so your little friend can lick your filthy, cheating little twat.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I lowered myself over Mandy’s face, careful to keep my balance. I couldn’t risk toppling over. Any instinctive movement to catch myself with my hands would end my life as a Pearl Girl, and destroy my only hope of ever kissing Mistress Treasure Tartarus.

“Little slut, start eating Lexi’s worthless snatch and don’t stop until I tell you to. Do everything you can to make her cum.”

Mandy’s tongue was as talented as any Pearl Girl’s, nuzzling and nibbling my sensitive folds with great skill. Every lick sent a wave of bliss threatening to overwhelm me. Mandy didn’t know that Mistress Treasure had forbidden me from cumming tonight. A trustee had ordered her to make me cum and she was doing her best. I’d need to put on a good performance to fake my climax to Lyta. I let out a blissful moan that was only a bit louder than my pleasure demanded.

Lyta opened the leather case she’d brought. “Earlier tonight, Lexi, you asked if I had found any fertility statues on my dig. I didn’t, but what I did unearth is far more valuable.” From the case, she drew out a wooden rod, perhaps twelve inches long. Its surface had been intricately carved in an undulating, abstract pattern that almost seemed to pulse in her hand. The surface had been stained a deep red color, with a rich patina that attested to its age. Strips of dark leather, obviously new, were woven around each end, with a single, ragged strand of ancient horsehair dangling from one end. “My primary research interest is in an ancient warlord that most scholars consider mythical. What sources we have refer to him as the Lord of Rutting, or the Sovereign of Copulation, or the He Who Rules the Thirst of the Loins. Those may be more exact translations, but I prefer the more poetic one: The Lust King. Ancient tales tell of his empire held together by primal human erotic desire. He is said to have ruled with an enchanted implement. The translation is even more unreliable. Some call it the Rod of Pleasures Beyond Number. Others say it is the Flail of Dominion or the Lash of Lust. Again, I prefer the more poetic term: the Blisswhip. During my excavation, I discovered where it was buried, untouched by human hands for more than five thousand years. With just a bit of restoration, I think it makes quite a thing of beauty, don’t you?”

Lyta’s long speech showed just how far over the edge of reason she had plunged. Taking cultural artifacts for personal use was a crime! However, her lecture had been helpful to me in obeying Mistress Treasure. In listening to Lyta’s lecture, my attention focused on following her absurd chains of logic, rather than succumbing to the pleasure that Mandy’s tongue was painting on my cunt. Although every cell of my body thirsted for the release of orgasm, Mistress Treasure had forbidden it. I held myself at bay, just as I had for so many months.

But perhaps letting Lyta think that I had succumbed would get her to direct Mandy’s attentions somewhere else. “Y-y-yes, ma’am! So … oooohhh … beautiful … oh … fuck … I’m cumming!” Careful to keep my hands tight to my neck, I shrieked and shook as though I had given into the powerful climax I so desired.

Crack! A sound cut through the air like a breaking bone. “That’s the first lie you’ve told me, Lexi. You faked it, just like you faked it with these limp-dicked old men. For one thing, I know that your mistress denied you permission to cum tonight. More than that, there is truth in pleasure and in pain. This beautiful artifact is infused with ancient magic. The Blisswhip can sense that truth of pain and pleasure. Beyond just sensing that orgasm you didn’t have, the Blisswhip can elicit pleasures and pains that have not coursed through human flesh since the pyramids were built.”

Now I remembered seeing Lyta’s red silk dress at the doorway when Mistress Tartarus had reminded me of the rules. She must have overheard our conversation and suspected my duplicity. I would need to make sure my next “climax” was more convincing (even as Mandy made it very hard to keep myself out of the true abyss of bliss). It was almost a shame that her husband’s infidelity had broken Lyta’s sanity. That a brilliant scholar could believe a historical artifact had actual magical powers was rather pathetic.

Crack! A stripe of searing ecstasy cut across my naked back. I shrieked.

Crack! The Blisswhip fell across my back again, its kiss like fire and passion in a single sensation. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. I’d faced alien sex conquerors, seductive robots, and amorous demigods, but nothing compared to the Blisswhip. Each stroke made my flesh cringe in anticipation of the next one at the same time that it hungered for that sweet sting. Coupled with my months of denial and Mandy’s talented tongue, my body burned with lust, hotter than I’d ever imagined.

Crack! The Blisswhip struck my naked tits, pleasure-pain exploding throughout my body. It took every ounce of willpower to keep my hands clamped behind my neck and to keep myself from plunging over the edge of orgasm. “Please! Please, Lyta! Please, I mustn’t cum. Please don’t make me cum!”

“You think begging will save you, Lexi? Would it have saved my marriage if I’d begged you to please don’t fuck my husband? Fuck your please and cum for me, you worthless little slut!”

Crack! She struck my nipples again. They stood straight up like two lightning rods channeling the pleasure-pain right into my soul. My whole body trembled, the pressure of release building higher and higher. If I covered my tits with my hands, maybe I could hold my orgasm at bay another few strokes.

If I did, my pearl necklace would shatter.

Lyta raised the Blisswhip again and I needed to choose: Obeying Treasure by not cumming, or cumming like a slut but remaining a Pearl Girl.

Crack! I clamped my hands tight behind my neck as the stripe of burning, stinging, tingling ecstasy broke across me like a tsunami, too powerful to resist. I screamed and came harder than I had ever cum. The months of denial, finally released, turned my body into a single, raw nerve of sensation. I rode Mandy’s tongue as I writhed in helpless ecstasy. Every stroke of the Blisswhip drove the climax deeper into my soul.

Once I’d given into one orgasm, stopping was impossible. Lyta drove me over that edge again and again and again. When I tumbled off Mandy, collapsing to the floor, her whip still found my unprotected flesh. I heard a spineless, high-pitched voice thanking Lady Lyta for making her break the rules and barely recognized it as my own.

When Lady Lyta finally let me stop cumming, I could only gasp like a fish while my whole body throbbed. Somehow, I had kept my hands clamped behind my neck the whole time, so my pearl necklace had weathered the ordeal better than I had. It was one small bit to be grateful for.

It was the only thing be grateful for, as Lady Lyta visited every humiliation upon me that night, driven by a cruelty worthy of a supervillainess. I promised to never speak of Lady Lyta to Mistress Treasure. I begged to worship every inch of her body with my tongue, letting her ride my mouth until I nearly passed out from lack of oxygen. I confessed that I had seduced Grant and blackmailed him. I pleaded to be punished with the Blisswhip for my crimes. I counted out strokes and orgasms until even my superheroic stamina ran out and I succumbed to a red-dark unconsciousness.

When I awoke in the late morning, naked and sticky on the thick carpet, Lady Lyta was nowhere to be seen. For all its ferocity, the Blisswhip had left no trace of my ordeal on my flesh, only on my soul. Nothing proved that the dark lady had ever been here, except for the leather cords that still looped around my wrists and necklace. I had to nudge Mandy awake and ask her to untie the thin, strong cords.

As I gathered my clothes, I was filled with shame for so many things: breaking Mistress Treasure’s rules, failing to learn anything useful from the trustees, destroying Lyta’s marriage, succumbing to my simpering thirst for climax, submitting to Lady Lyta and her cursed Blisswhip, failing to protect Yvonne and Thora from a misogynist monster.

I knew I still had farther to fall. For one thing, I needed to confess my failures to the sexiest girl I’d ever known: Mistress Treasure. My blood ran cold at the thought of how she would punish my failure.

The worst part was that just thinking about how low I had stooped made my pussy run hot, awaiting the next fall.

–To Be Continued

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