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I drew some of the plushes me and my sisters had when we were kids, but at some point they kinda turned into stickers – somehow

They're orphans and have superpowers

A Midsummer Afternoon's Reality

Part 1

I have not been able to find the time or energy to chronicle in the recent past. So many things happened and I was very engaged in different fronts thus not be able to spare the effort to record it.

This is something that happened shortly before the pandemic triggered the lock-down in India. Do bear in mind that some of the dialogue here are recreated because I do not remember the exact words that were spoken. But I will try my best to keep it as close to reality as possible to reflect the mood of the event as it happened.

It was a rather uncomfortably hot and humid summer weekend and my office was closed. After the morning chores were over at home, I thought of taking a break for myself and indulge in a bit of window shopping at a mall which is a short travel in a cab from my home and almost adjacent to a rather plush international chain of luxury hotels. I asked the nanny of my kids to be there for them as I left home.

As I waited for my Uber to arrive, I realized how stiflingly hot and humid the day was despite a clear blue sky. There was an element of happiness in the air despite the high temperature. Because I am of duskier complexion, I have often been told that I look attractive in darker shades. I had chosen for that day, a brown chiffon saree with a deep maroon sleeveless blouse with liberal cuts in it to make it bearable to stay dressed in the summer. For an extra kick to myself, I had a black brassiere to go with it. I was gifted a bottle of Miss Dior by a very close friend of mine and I dabbed it lightly. It is one of my most favourite perfumes and I loved the whiffs I kept catching off me. I maintained my makeup to the minimum to avoid getting more suffocating, but did carry my favourite lipstick with me. I have often been complimented on my hair which reaches almost up to the parting of my hips and I decided to flaunt it by leaving it untied and open. I love to dress myself traditionally and I applied a strip of vermilion at the parting of my hair and a deep-red bindi on my forehead. I was never a heavy jewelry person and I decided to keep just my ring, my two bangles, my nose-pin, a single anklet that I wear around my left ankle and a gold chain on. I know it sounds a lot, but if you look up traditional Indian women's jewelry, this is actually minimalist. I cannot deny, I loved myself in that dress for that day and it generated a sense of happiness in me.

However dark shades and high temperature have an alliance between them and they work together to get me sweaty quickly unless I am in an AC environment. To top it all, I have a natural tendency to sweat much more than the average. I could sense that in spite of just having taken a bath before starting, sweat was accumulating in my underarms and back, beginning to make wet patches form at those places. Fortunately, my Uber arrived shortly and it was a big relief to get inside the AC cab as I headed for the mall with my small, black clutch resting on the seat next to me. The cool air from the vents blowing across my skin, wet from the sweat, generated a nice feeling. It was a break I was taking for myself after quite some time and I was enjoying the escape from the routine. Through the lightly tinted glasses of my cab, I saw the clear sky and sparsely populated streets as we drove. Nobody was mad to step out in this hot afternoon sun on a weekend. For one brief moment I looked at the rear-view mirror to check my hair. To my surprise, pleasant I suppose, I found my cab driver trying to steal glances at me through the mirror. I ignored his efforts, but deep inside i could feel a happiness bubble forming at the thought that it was actually a compliment to me as I have been found attractive to a man. A fifteen minute drive brought me to main gate of the mall.

To be continued...

This is a repost after i discovered that the Tumblr Gods who permit everything here, still took offence at my text.

May I spend on/’in’ you?

Men love to splurge their women with money, gifts, affection. Men also absolutely love to spend themselves in their women. One of the most common questions I am asked when being “interviewed” by a prospective client is if I swallow.

From my experience of being with men, I think the universal desire in men, irrespective of their age or virility, is to see their precious seeds not being wasted. And by wasted I mean not having to just wash it away or spill it on the floor, or fill the condom up (condoms are another universal hatred from my experience with men). From what I have observed, the flow of choices may be best described as the L-S-S-S-F Ladder. Don’t bother to look it up on Google. It is a term I made up. Make note, that the L-S-S-S-F ladder comes into play only in those situations where one of these five elements is not the natural desire of the bull/client. Husbands and boyfriends anyways enjoy special privileges, so they are out of scope of this discussion.

The topmost preference for the majority is to dump it inside (or Load i.e. L) and keep the vagina sealed till he goes soft. Once it gets softer, the ‘union’ breaks off on its own without him having to undertake the pain of pulling himself out. I feel it gives them a very high satisfaction of breeding the woman. In most cases it is difficult to find a woman willing to let her get loaded to avoid the pregnancy scares. Thus, though it ranks highest in the desire table, it is also one of the most difficult situations to fulfill.

That brings us to the next S (or Swallow). This depends on the degree of flexibility of the woman. If she swallows, then the obvious choice is to pull out before the fountain springs, and stick it inside her mouth and keep her gagged till the spasms have subsided and she has swallowed the entire production. Naturally the deciding factor is the prior experience of the woman to the taste of a man’s seed, which again can vary very widely from bitter-sweet to ultra bitter to outright acidic.

In the event the above S is ruled out, pops the second S in the equation, i.e.Spit. “Is it ok if I dump in your mouth? You can then spit it out.” a very common question asked. The deciding factor once again is the preference of the woman to receive the load inside the mouth, which also means getting to taste it. Unless the woman is flexible enough to try new things, or, have grown used to the taste of semen, this doesn’t get fulfilled either. The taste of semen, like wine, is an acquired taste. The first time I tasted it, I felt like puking. I however wanted to make my boyfriend happy and decided to acquire the taste of his semen. As time passed my range of getting used to the entire spectrum of tastes grew, till it reached where it is today, where I cherish the flavour and texture and viscosity. I have by now, to the delight of most of the bulls, answer affirmatively to the question asked in the interview.

Having been unsuccessful in the above ladder of preference, comes the third S, or Spray. “Is it ok if I spray it on your face/breasts/hair/belly/pelvis/hips or back (if in doggy position)?” Note, there are some men who actually are fond of this activity itself. For them, it is not the fourth alternative. It is the desired result for them. I am not counting that section here for this table. Because for me usually most bulls get their flow completed at the first S, it never usually comes down to this one except for the aforementioned class where this is the desired outcome.

The inevitable F comes in the last position, F, as in to Fill up (the condom). This is where all the prior steps in the ladder has been negated and what remains is to have the precious nectar accumulated inside the condom. Most common behaviour is to have it taken off and closely inspected to feel proud of the volume produced as seen deposited in the dangling ‘teat’ of the condom’s closed end.

Why this lecture? The reaction of the woman reminded me of the first few times when I was acquiring the taste of human semen.

A lot of you dont know this, but there is a part three to my affairs series, it's called "The Confrontations." I've added an Affairs tag to my stories with this, so you can find it easier!

"The Confrontations."

Part three of the Affairs.

Lust looked in the mirror. His brother as off somewhere. God he could really use someone. But he had to do this alone.

He walked out the house and called his husband. "Lust?" Error asked. He sounded tired. Lust steadied himself. "I need to talk to you." Lust said. "Um, Okay? Should we-" but Error was cut off. "In thirty minutes at the park." Lust said. He hung up the phone. He had a look of determination on his face. "You can do this." Lust said to himself. He smiled.

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Cross's jaw was dropped and he stared at Nightmare. Nightmare blushed a lavender, him being in his passive form and all. He gave a grin at his husband. He nodded and put a hand over the front of his spine.

Cross closed his mouth. Cross started to cry. "Honey are you okay?" Nightmare asked. Cross nodded. "I'm just so-so happy." Cross said through tiny sobs. He was overjoyed. Cross hugged Nightmare. "I love so so so much." Cross said, his head resting on Nightmare's shoulder.

"I love you too."

"My moon."

"My...X?.... No that sounds like I'm calling you my ex-"

Cross giggles. "We'll figure it out."

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Error looked at the surrounds, waiting for Lust to arrive. Lust walked up to Error. "Error." Lust said firmly. "Hey." Error said. He had a feeling he knew what this was about. "I want a divorce."

Error looked relieved. "I do to. And I'm sorry for how I treated you, it's just that you're the only one who ever shows me affection and I thought I loved you and then i treated you how i was treated, and i know it was wrong, and I cheated, and I'm sorry. I can get the papers and you don't owe me anything."

Lust furrowed his eyebrows. He smacked Error hard. "I've known for a while now. And I agree. I don't owe you anything."

Error winced and looked away in shame.

He nodded. "It'll take a couple of months to get a divorce, as I'm sure you know, so uh...."

"I'll pack my bags and move back in with my brother where I've been staying for the past week."

Error nodded. "If you need any-"

"I don't need your help."

Error nodded. Lust turned away, pride on his face and he walked off. Error sighed. He texted Ink

'I'm getting divorced in two months.'

(So where I live it takes 60 days to get divorced if there ARENT children.)

'How'd it go?' Ink asked.

"Not awful, I only got slapped.'

'Did you apologize like I told you to?'

'Yes, Squid.'

'You did the best you could, Glitchy.'

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Lust went to his shared house with Error and started packing his bags. He did it. He was so excited. He'd call his brother when he was done packing.

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"Are you done?" Nightmare asked his husband. "I'm jUsT sO hApPy."

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It's short but I was just really excited to get my ideas out LUST WILL HAVE HIS JUSTICE SERVED

@nightmarexcross

Sorry I killed(autocorrect: kissed) mod error lmao

"The Solutions."

Part two of "The Affairs."

Lust teleported to a local park. He sat on a bench and sniffled. Ge was afraid of what Error would do to him. Would Nightmare tell Error?

Error and Nightmare WERE good friends afterall. But Lust hadn't gotten a or text since Nightmare caught them. Although, it was only two hours ago. Lust loved Error. Error was funny and strong, he was kind to Lust. Was. When they were married he was always drunk and angry.

Lust sniffled as tears ran down his cheek bones. He started sobbing quietly. He sobbed for a while. He remembers how good things used to be. Even when he was called a slut, it was still better than it was now.

Horror was walking outside. He was tired and hungry. He didn't have anyone on him. He noticed Lust crying on the bench.

He didn't know if he should approach Lust. Everyone knew Lust was Error's husband, and how possessive Error was. But Lust was crying.

Horror had spoken to Lust a few times, and he considered Lust a good acquaintance.

Horror carefully made his way to Lust. He wasn't actually sure what to say. Nightmare did teach the gang comforting skills. Surprising, I know. But he did. His excuse was, "I don't want you all becoming Killer when Dust asks him to race him down the stairs."

"Uh.. Lust.. ya um...'kay?" Horror asked. Lust tensed amd looked up at Horrorm he visibly relaxed seeing it wasn't Error or anyone else he didn't trust. Lust let put a shaky, "No."

Horror bit his non existent lip, taking a seat next to Lust. The two sat in silence. Lust hugged Horror tightly and started crying even harder than he was before.

Horror patted his back. Lust sobbed out everything. The affair with Error, His affair with Cross, what Error was like, and what happened only two hours ago. Horror sat in shook. His fists tightened. "He can't treat ya like that!" Horror said.

Lust shook his head. "I dont blame him for never loving me. You know as well as I do that he had his problems."

"Still doesn't justify what he did." Horror stated. Lust nodded and cuddled closer to Horror.

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Error thought about everything. He never loved Lust. He thought for a while. Ink was there. Lust was the only one to show him affection. But when they were married he started taking his anger out on Lust. He saw Lust more often when he was anger.

Error treated Lust gow he was treated. Ink told him it wasn't right. And Error decided he wanted a divorce. The thing was he didn't want to hurt Lust, so he started making it obvious he wasn't into Lust, hoping HE would get the divorce.

He was currently cuddling with Ink on the couch, watching Undernovela. He was waiting for Lust to come home. He wasn't drunk. He was prepared. He was ready to apologize.

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Cross cuddled closer to Nightmare. Nightmare rolled his eye, a tentacle petting Cross. Cross beamed. The bed felt nice. It was so soft and comfortable. Nightmare was reading a c h o n k y book. Cross drew circles on Nightmare's tentacles.

Nightmare grinned and looked over at Cross. "You're cute." Nightmare said.

Cross smiled. "I know. You are too~"

Nightmare set his book down and set it to the side. Nightmare focused for a bit and turned into his passive form. He yawned and stretched. He laid down next to Cross. Cross kissed Nightmare. Nightmare kissed back.

Nightmare strokes the back of Cross's skull. Cross pulled away and smiled. Nightmare looked away. "How would you feel if we ever had kids?" Nightmare asked. Cross blushed a purple and started thinking. "I mean, kids would be fine. I like some of them."

"Good because I'm pregnant."

"EXCUSE ME?!"

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That part two. There will be a part three because why not. Plus I like writing this soap opera. @nightmarexcross

I hope you enjoy-

I tried to Include Crossmare in this part and I'm tired so I tried to incorporate how nice this bed feels.

The end tho-

I tried to end it off funny for this part.

"The affairs."

Does this count as Crossmare Angst? @nightmarexcross

[SwEaRinG]

[Implied (?) Things]

[Inspired by the following songs: Say No To This, Congratulations, Burn, First Burn, Selfish, Bad Girlfriend, Roxanne, I don't need your love.]

Cross stroked the purple skeleton's cheek. The Skelton was wearing a purple jacket, a black crop top underneath. Lust smiled, his heart shaped eyelights glowing.

Cross and Lust had been seeing each other for almost a year without their husbands knowledge.

Yeah that's right. They were both married to other people. Cross married to Nightmare, while Lust was with Error. Lust and Cross would meet alone in the bedroom when ever their husbands were gone.

They had nice times, then they fell in love. They knew it was wrong. Immoral. They truly loved their husbands, but they also loved each other.

'You treat me so much better than Error' Lust said once. 'You love me so much more then Nightmare.' Cross replied.

Cross loved Nightmare a lot. Cross didn't feel loved most of the time. Nightmare wasn't as affectionate as Cross, even if Nightmare did love Cross.

Error on the other hand, didn't love Lust. In fact he too, was having an affair. Lust knew it too. Error didn't trust Lust right.

The first time they ever cheated was when Lust came crying to Cross about Error. Nightmare was on a business trip with Dream.

Cross comforted the smol, held him close and whispered sweet words to him. Lust kissed Cross. Cross had kissed back.

But back to present time. Cross pulled Lust onto his lap and kissed his temple. Lust giggled a bit and kissed Cross's cheek. "How was your week?" Cross asked.

"Error left to "hang out with some friends" and came back drunk. He left this." Lust said and pointed to a faint scar. Cross kissed it, pulled back and frowned. "Yours?" Lust asked back.

"Good. I did some writing. As much as I love Nightmare, I'm glad he left on ANOTHER business trip. Though should be back tomorrow."

"Actually I came home early." A deep voice said. The couple turned to see Nightmare, his cyan eye narrowed, his arms crossed.

Cross sputtered, his eyes widening. Instead of pushing Lust away, he pulled Lust closer. Nightmare gritted his teeth. "In OUR bed? How long has THIS been going on?" Nightmare asked. Lust shivered in fear. Not from Nightmare, but at the thought of what Error would do if he knew about the affair.

Nightmare's fists tightened, waiting for an answer. Cheated. He'd been cheated on! So many thoughts ran through his head.

"A year." Cross said softly. "WHAT?!" Nightmare roared. A year! How could he not have known? Cross yelled back. "No! You can't be mad! You never even loved me! You never say goodnight, or kiss me goodbye! You never ask me how MY day was! You've barely shown any affection towards me! You don't get to be mad! You can't because you never even LOVED ME!"

Cross was in tears. Lust wiped them away and pet the oreo. Nightmare's eye widened. His goop melted off. He was back to his passive form. "You... think I don't love you?" He asked. Nightmare thought for a while. Tears streamed down his face. 'Was it all him?' He thought.

Cross was right. He never said goodnight, or kissed Cross goodbye everytime he left. He never showed Cross much affection.

Nightmare felt his heart break. Cross blinked back more tears seeing Nightmare cry. "I should have left you but I still love you. You're faking it. You don't feel bad. No. No. NO!" He bursted, pushed Lust off of him and ran out the room, knocking Nightmare to the ground.

Lust frowned. He came over to Nightmare and hugged him. "I'm sorry. But he's right. Do you even love him?"

Nightmare sobbed out an, "Of course." Maybe Nightmare didn't deserve Cross. Lust let Nightmare go. "Then go make things right."

Nightmare looked up at Lust.

Cross was outside at the fountain. Nightmare stepped outside. He wiped away his tears and walked over to Cross. "I'm sorry Cross. I don't deserve you, I love you, so, so fucking much. So fucking much. I love you so tucking much and I'm sorry I never showed it! I-I-I-'m not good at- at-at feelings and I- I know you hate me now and I understand I'm not mad you you you had every right to find someone who actually showed you love." Nightmare whimpered and held his tears back. Cross hugged Nightmare tightly. "I love you too. I'm sorry I cheated I just-"

"It's okay. We'll work through this together." Nightmare said. He kissed Cross. Cross smiled and kissed back, tears still running down both of their faces

Lust smiled sadly from the back. He was happy for the two. But he knew he'd never be loved the same way Cross loved him ever again. And he'd go back to Error, knowing Error was always having an affair.

'But that was okay.' Lust thought.'Because that's just how life is.'

Cross looked over at Lust and frowned. Cross explained Lust's situation to Nightmare. Nightmare's eyesockets widened, then softened at Lust.

Lust was so kind. Error didn't deserve him. Error didn't even move him. He was just there to show off to his friends.

Nightmar kissed Cross on the cheek and hugged him tightly.

"We'll figure this out together and we will help the poor boy."

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AND THAT'S THE END OF PART ONE!

I think and hope this counts as Crossmare because that's what I'm going for-

(With a bit of Horrorlust on the side 7u7)