Thank you, I'm fine! Sorry! Just been a bit busy and slow on motivation.
There is also an ask that I am not ignoring, I'm planning to put together a little ficlet/drabble but just waiting for a bit of motivation to strike lol. I could never leave Disillusion where it is and I have plans for the next 15 Minutes chapter, don't worry!
I fucked up continuity in my porn fic and now it's ruined because everyone was definitely caring about the status of the Crowd Door and not the sloppy hot gay sex
You should have known from the moment she walked in the door. You should have known that things were off. You had noticed the odd scent, you heard her purred remark about ‘pushing into the olfactory market.’ But by then it was too late.
By now, you're already a mess at her feet, your hands wrapped around her red leg as you press yourself against the top of her shoe.
“Ena-” You pant out, your clothes making the friction frustrating in how easy it is to lose your pleasure.
“You're my next customer, please hold.” She murmurs, condescension lining every letter of her words. She reaches down to pet your head, an action that is not kind as it is patronizing. Demeaning. Like you're a dog rutting against her leg in heat- and well, you kind of are.
Your hips roll forward roughly, trying to rub your clothed hole over the raise at the toe-end of her shoe. Trying to push your swelling clit into the line of the top of her foot. Of course, what you really want is her cock. You feel the ache deep in your pussy, eager to clench even if it's around nothing. It just needs something.
Ena smells almost sickly sweet but it's not your nose that needs to find it palatable but your brain. With a good few whiffs, she's turned you into slush at her beck and call just like she had on that job. Except she understands the extent of its effects now. The little entrepreneur has crafted a perfume that she knows will drive your stupid, animalistic brain crazy- and crazy you are.
Your fingers dig into her red surface, a whine of impatience slithering out from your throat. Looking up at her, your brows twist together pathetically, begging for her pity.
“No, nooowww…”
She glances at you from the bottom of her eyes as her phone begins to ring, the tone echoing through the room gratingly. “Do we need to correct this behavior before I take my call?”
Despite your body screaming and throbbing to be a brat, you pull together all the remaining, miniscule shards of your control and shake your head in denial slowly. Ena rewards you with a thin, long smile and pets your head.
“Good girl…”
Then her attention snaps away from your pathetic, dripping form as she answers her call.
Below, you mewl quietly, pressing your face into her calf. Even her voice makes you antsy, makes you throb. You want that voice muffled against your tender lips, groaning into you as you fuck your hips forward into her face. Your imagination will have to do well enough for now while your body is relegated to your needy humping of her foot.
How dare she come to your home- all sweet and playful- wearing that aphrodisiac as a twisted perfume? No warning either. You knew that vial was going to be trouble. But it doesn't matter much when your annoyance and anger burns and melds with your arousal. The two flames in your chest become indistinguishable and soon enough, your thoughts wrap around back to how much you need to be fucked…
Your breathing has long since become heavier, your cunt slick and swollen. Above you, the anomaly of your dreams and nightmares chatters away with someone on that stupid cup phone, her free hand waving and circling through the air as she talks. Her hair sways as she leans her head to the side and you ache to wrap your fingers around a section and yank until she gives you attention.
This is bullshit and you both know it. The asshole… you don't give it a second thought when you reach down to start tugging your bottoms off. It only gets troublesome when you realize you have to lift your hips off of their favorite grinding spot to actually get them down your thighs. You whine in protest and keep rocking, but it's only a few strokes later before impatience catches back up with you and you start to lift yourself up to shed the layer.
You barely notice Ena’s hand lifting from your head, too busy wrangling the clothing off of your body. You don’t even pretend to have the patience or will to keep your underwear on, shedding both until your flushed flesh is free. The air feels amazing over your heated thighs and you feel as though sweat has gathered in the nook beneath your knee. No matter. You know what you want- what you need. Your head tilts back, a pathetic and desperate look towards the bicolored anomaly, who peers back down at you with a softly curious expression. It’s not quite surprise. It’s the kind of awkward look you give an animal when you’re not sure if it’s about to pee on the carpet or not. Deciding if it deserves a punishment or not.
How do you personally feel with scissoring in your lesbian/sapphic fics? Or is that not your cup of tea?
Honestly I haven't written it because I think I maybe tried it once or twice and didn't think much of it. So it's just a little more tricky to write but I guess no one is reading Ena x reader porn for the supurb realism. I just find strap/oral sex to be the most passionate and fun so it's what I gravitate towards. Not opposed to eventually throwing it in a fic tho!
Use this to get things done, just picture her voice and it’ll work.
Actually that reminds me of the little photo I put into my locker at work! I will say motivation was very slow but I'm starting to get it back and hopefully will whip something up soon!
This is such a surface level observation and has surely been brought up before but Ena's hungover form has that giant ass hole in her torso, in which her anomalous form peeks through. I think there was leaked dialogue where she's asked why she works so much, what she could possibly use the money for, etc to which she says she doesn't do it for the money.
So obviously she's filling a very personal goal- probably trying to discover herself in a sense? Or disillusioning herself about who she is versus what she's perceived as maybe?? Just because I know series Ena got a human-esque form too and I just wonder if they mean/symbolize similar things. If perhaps Dating Oblivion Ena could be a more true or even enlightened Ena? Though that begs the question as to why she wasn't her normal self before too. She was small and a little different in the face. Perhaps hungover Ena and drunk Ena are more comparable for the obvious namesakes? But I won't lie, I find the web series Ena much harder to speculate on...
But anyways, I find it so interesting that hungover Ena in both the human body and the hologram thing only utilize the meanie voice. I've always wanted to make a giant post about how I interpret each side of (both) Ena's as essentially "palatable outside presentation" versus more "truthful and intrusive/inside thoughts spoke aloud." Obviously in their happy/salesperson and sad/meanie sides respectively. But if meanie is the more blunt, honest and fed up voice, what does that say about hungover Ena? People have made food theories so much more eloquently and properly than me so I won't even go into it but is she so hungry that she can't put up a front? Given up so deeply that she can't pretend to care?
Even Greena who I assume to be the extreme version of her opposite side seems worn to the bone- deteriorating from probably doing too much and pushing past limits. Perhaps so blindly and utterly obsessed with completing her jobs and perhaps purpose that she literally falls apart. Like I said, I'm certain this has all been said before but I just thought it was worth a ramble.
When writing for Captain Briggs and First Lieutenant Morgan in Repentance I vaugely based them off of these guys. Michael Madsen isn't a perfect replica of FL Morgan in my head but the hat and like, southern-ish charm of his character in Kill Bill Vol 2 really influenced and built a base for him.
Andre Braugher was such a phenomenal actor too, I only ever saw him in Brooklyn Nine-Nine but he was one of my favorite characters. Stern and just automatically commanding authority- it was exactly the kind of vibe I needed for my Captain character. Though I (purposely) never wrote him to be as lovable as Captain Holt was.
I am back from my small vacation and have treated myself with a million WIPs to work on... In case anyone was wondering about what/(roughly) when to expect things:
15 Minutes - Idea ready, start writing today or tomorrow
Disillusion - WIP hell, idea to be fleshed out but chapter started
Faith Lined Silver - Chapter two 50% done, whole story to be fleshed out a little more (I'd like to finish this bad boy and drop it consistently. Expect like four chaps maybe)
The mystery one that I have yet to tell you about - Beginning construction in my mind palace... Soon to start 😋