ego x ego shipping.

sideblog. All my nsfw ego ship writing. Will be tagged with lemon. 18+ please.

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Holy fucking shit, this was so GOOOOD!!! I love this au so much, even in it's sfw form, but this was just... W O W 👀 I absolutely adore how Chase is so deep into trance, so deep under Anti's hypnosis, that all he feels is pleasure. That's some premium stuff right there

What’s even better is it’s consensual.

Chase doesn’t want to go back and Anti loves having him around.

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“How much pain can you take, puppet?” Anti’s voice is coming through some filter, like he’s speaking through a wall. Not that the words themselves are getting through to Chase, he’s staring up at the ceiling, breathing slow and calm, blinking slowly. He can still hear Master, but responding is a whole different story.

The answer is, he doesn’t know. It doesn’t register what Master is planning, even as Master positions himself above Chase, dangling a knife above his right shoulder. Chase shifts his gaze to the swinging knife, watching the light flicker off of it, and wondering what exactly is planned this time.

He doesn’t register that both him and Master are completely nude.

“I want to see how much your body can take while your mind is far away,” Anti continues, grinning widely. Saliva drools down the corner of his lips as he leans in, one hand keeping Chase pinned to the carpet. “You’re so nice and blank for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” The response is automatic, barely even a slur mingled in with the word. Chase is nothing more than a puppet; he feels no emotions now. Not entirely true, he feels affection for his Master. But sleepiness, boredom, happiness, sadness? Those are nonexistent anymore, and Chase loves how it feels to be a blank slate. The words from Anti cement that thought in his mind too, sending him spiraling even more into some distant, blank oblivion where emotions don’t exist. Physical sensations are all but gone, too.

“Let’s test this,” Anti says with a huff. He moves his arm to the side, ignoring the knife for now. He leans in and bites down hard on Chase’s neck. Chase doesn’t flinch. Instead, he moans, eyes fluttering and rolling back.

Okay, he lied. He does feel something; pleasure.

Anti pulls back, cocking an eyebrow as he watches Chase. Judging the expression on his face, he hadn’t expected this reaction. He doesn’t seem displeased, either, so Chase blinks up at him in confusion.

“I felt that,” Chase answers the unspoken question.

“Of course you did, Pet. I never knew you could feel pleasure from me trying to make you bleed.” He leans down and bites Chase again, this time chomping down harder until he can taste copper. He lets the taste flood his mouth, savoring the sensation before pulling back. He glances to the side to watch Chase’s reaction; he’d missed the second moan. Chase’s eyes are rolled back, and glancing downward tells Anti exactly what he wanted to know:

Chase is definitely getting off on this.

With a low chuckle, Anti moves his arm back into position, dangling the knife above Chase’s shoulder again. He makes eye contact with Chase, who watches him through lidded eyes. “Master?”

“I want you to empty your brain of all feeling,” Anti instructs. “I don’t want you feeling pain. Instead, I want you to turn it all into pleasure. I want to hear you moan for me, my puppet. No room for anything but pleasure and emptiness.”

He can see Chase’s eyes going hazy as he subconsciously obeys. The puppet is staring at the knife again, though Anti can tell he’s looking through it, as opposed to at it. He moves his hand from Chase’s chest, shifting backward until he’s between the man’s legs. There, Anti wraps his hand around Chase, stroking gently to really drive that command into Chase’s already empty brain.

He repeats words too.

“Empty puppet. Blank puppet, no thoughts, no feelings, no emotion. No pain, only pleasure. My puppet, my obedient, empty, stupid doll.”

He plunges the knife into Chase’s shoulder. It’s wedged deep, with blood spilling out. The hypnosis worked though, because Chase isn’t crying out in pain. There’s no trace of pain anywhere on his face. Anti knows what the ahego face looks like, and Chase is in the throes of pleasure right now.

Oh, Anti is tickled. This is beautiful. Chase looks so god damned gorgeous right now, Anti could keep him on the edge like this forever, watching him tremble and hump Anti’s hand for as long as Anti will let him.

“Only pleasure,” Anti commands, raising his voice. “You only feel pleasure. The knife brings you pleasure, puppet. You feel nothing but good, only for me. You crave it, don’t you?” He strokes faster, feeling the dick harden even more under his ministrations. “Only for me.”

“M...ahhhhh....” Chase lets out a loud, open-mouthed groan. He arches his back, gripping his own hair. “M...more...please more!”

Anti cackles. He tugs the knife out, before drawing a line down Chase’s stomach, watching a thin red line trail down with it. He contemplates driving it right into Chase’s dick, but he holds off. He doesn’t want to completely mutilate Chase, after all. Some part of him has to remain unsullied.

Still, he focuses on Chase as he turns the knife around and drags it back up, causing a strange looking ‘U’ on the torso. He should have carved an A, for Anti.

Or P, for puppet. This is just the beginning though, Anti has so much more he wants to do. Carving actual letters can wait until his puppet gets used to this time of torment.

But the puppet delivers too. Anti is greeted with a near-screaming orgasm, and his hand is filled with the thick liquid. He uses that to continue stroking Chase, coating his dick. Anti’s far from done; he still has to get some fun for himself.

He uses the tip of the knife to prick one of Chase’s nipples; not enough to draw blood, but enough to induce more pleasure. “Very good, pet. We’re far from done, so I want you to pretend this didn’t just happen. Forget the last orgasm, and focus on the next one. We’ll be done when I say we’re done, and you’re gong to...”

He trails off as he lifts the knife again, dangling it up between Chase’s eyes. Blood drips down, splattering on his cheek. Chase barely reacts to the blood splatter, he’s too focused on the knife again, eyes glassy and distant.

“Drop deep,” Anti whispers. “Blank and forgetting everything except for Master, and pleasure.”

who knew this would be just as thrilling for the Master as it is for the puppet?

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@mysterio-is-the-truth, @shadowtigress2 @darkashesoflemons

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Holy shit that petplay trickshot thing was so fucking GOOD 👀!!!! The original prompt already seemed to hint a little bit at something spicier but I still wasn't expecting to see a nsfw version of it >:3c

All those prompts I’ve been getting on my main have the perfect potential to be kinky. I just wanted to write some hypnovember stuff, they’re all far too kinky and writing a clean and nsfw version of each has been a blessing.

I’m gonna keep going if I get the inspiration because mmmmm. I live for it. Totally why I converted this blog, too. I gots ta get my smuts on.

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The leather feels stiff around his neck, and before Marvin’s done, Chase is tracing a finger along the fabric, feeling how smooth it really is. It’s a brand new collar, and Marvin is breaking it in.

“When this is latched, you will sink,” Marvin says quietly. His voice is a purr, a mere promise of what’s to come. Chase’s gaze snaps to Marvin, awaiting that sensation of dropping he’s been wanting so much. There’s that nervous apprehension too, with him wondering if Marvin’s commands won’t work and he’ll be left standing in their shared room, with only a collar around his neck.

Click.

The second Chase hears that noise, he can feel himself fading, almost at dizzying speeds. He’s actually stumbling forward, but Marvin is gripping him by the shoulders to hold him upright. No words are said, but Marvin’s lifting his chin anyway. “Can you hear me?”

“Yes,” Chase whispers. Though his eyes are open and focused on Marvin, everything around him is surrounded in a hazy fog, colors shifting to something more warm. He’d been afraid this wouldn’t work, but it’s worked too well, Chase can’t focus on anything but his lov-. No, his master’s intimidating stare.

“Who do you belong to?” Marvin’s voice takes a sharper edge. Lithe fingers trace the edge of the collar, barely brushing against Chase’s neck. It causes a shiver to ripple through Chase, head falling back with a moan.

“You...”

“And who am I, kitten?”

Chase wants nothing more than to press into Marvin, to rub himself all over Him, but he keeps still, knowing that the fun will come soon enough. “Master.”

His hand moves from Chase’s neck to his cheek, tenderly caressing him. Chase can feel himself purring. “You’re such a good pet, Chase. I can only imagine how good you feel. Tell me how wonderful this is.”

“Master I feel so good,” Chase whispers. “I feel so wonderful, just like a kitten. I’m your good kitten, please let me worship you.”

Marvin grins. Chase recognizes that twisted smile on His face, and he sucks in a sharp breath with anticipation. He knows what’s coming. He knows-

“To your knees, pet.”

Chase is glad he’s already nude. He’s glad Master is already nude, it just means they don’t have to waste time pulling off clothes and wasting precious time. As he drops to his knees, he can feel his mind dropping right along with him, sending him even deeper into trance, filling him even even more adoration and worship for Him.

Marvin grips a handful of Chase’s hair and yanks him closer, still wearing that smirk on his face. “You know what to do, my kitten.”

Chase does. He’s already drooling as he dives in, burying his nose in Marvin’s pubic hair and inhaling deeply. He runs his tongue up Marvin’s dick, pressing his tongue flat against the shaft and moving slowly, exactly how Master had trained him. He can hear Master moaning in pleasure already, though his hand is still roughly in Chase’s hair.

Chase tries not to focus on how much he wants to be yanked around, instead focusing all his thoughts on wrapping his lips and tongue around Master’s cock. The hand in his hair tightens, so Chase closes his eyes, letting out a moan of his own. Pleasure feels great, he loves when Master fucks him, but nothing feels better than when he hears Him moan as wantonly as this, and Master is moaning loudly.

“You’re such...a...mmmmm.” Master’s voice is a studder as His second hand joins the first. Chase fights back the urge to touch himself. He’s never allowed to touch himself while pleasuring Him, he’s not about to start now. “Such a good kitten. I have you trained so well.”

Chase doesn’t respond. Instead, he lets himself fall into a steady rhythm that lets him be hypnotized further and further until there’s no thoughts left in his head to worry about.

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Hey hiii, I'm the anon that sent that hypno request yesterday and let me tell you, I really didn't expect to see a nsfw version of it but I'm definitely not complaining >w> It was real good

Listen bro.

I had to. It was too perfect an opportunity to pass up. My brain saw that prompt and just....dropped so far down the gutter.

Thank you for blessing me with such a delicious prompt. I’m so glad I could answer it two different ways!

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Prompt:

Did you get any more hypno prompts? If you don't already have too much could you do something with puppet Chase making himself fall in and out of trance on purpose? 👀

Sprawled out, stretched on his bed, completely in the nude. Chase’s hand is moving on its own as his thoughts take him down, down into a dark place he doesn’t want to come out of. With his eyes closed, his thoughts are only on Master and what Master could be doing with him. This puppet can only moan at the dark thoughts taking over his mind.

He knows he’s in a trance. He doesn’t want to come back out of it, only wanting to take himself deeper. Master isn’t here to help him out, so Chase is left to his own devices. He strokes himself slowly, wanting so much to pretend it’s Master’s hand running over his cock, causing Chase to moan, and making him wish he could let himself fall completely.

It’s a series of ups and downs, all over the course of just minutes. He can lift himself up to awareness, and let himself drop just deep enough to practically hallucinate Master’s voice. Chase wants to go deeper, but every time he tries, he feels that mental block. Perhaps He did it to maintain that control over him.

Right now, Chase is sinking again. His eyes roll back, eyelids fluttering with that heavy, drowsy sensation washing over him. His hand grips himself tighter, moving faster. A breathy moan slips through his lips with every stroke, sending him closer and closer to the edge.

He stops when he hears a noise outside of his room. It startles Chase out of his trance, and he throws his blanket over him, looking toward his door with a heavy breath. If he’s caught now-

“What are you doing?”

Master’s voice is soft, almost sounding annoyed. Chase watches him with apprehension before slowly removing the blanket. “I was thinking of you, Master.”

“Of course you were.” Anti doesn’t sit down, instead he stands in the middle of the room. “Continue then. Maybe I’ll reward you by talking you down into trance, but you’re to keep touching yourself. It pleases me to see how much you enjoy my presence.”

Chase watches him for a minute longer before his cheeks take on a pink tinge, embarrassment flooding through him as he grabs himself again, moving his hand slowly.

“That’s my good pet,” Anti says, running his tongue across his teeth. “You’re so obedient for me. So good, so willing to sink.”

The words are coming rapid-fire, almost spoken too quickly for Chase’s conscious mind to pick up on. But the words take on an effect anyway, muddying his thoughts and giving him that same burst of pleasure that also sends his brain spiraling right down into that dizzy, drowsy sense of obedience. He wants to be mindless.

His hand moves faster.

“The more you stroke, the more you fall,” Anti continues. “The more you fall, the more you want to please me, the more you want to orgasm. When you hit that orgasm, you’ll sink so far down, completely mine. You crave it, you need it, you’re addicted.”

Chase can’t breathe. He can feel himself sinking so far down already, feeling so much better than he did earlier. He feels more free than when he attempted this on his own. His breathing hitches as he strokes faster and faster, driving himself closer and closer to that desired climax. He needs to cum, he needs it-

And when he finally hits that end, he can feel himself going completely limp on the bed, staring up at the ceiling through cracked eyelids. No thoughts occupy his mind, only Master.

“Good pet.”

Anti’s voice is barely heard in his foggy mind, but Chase turns his head anyway, barely managing a grin.

“Sink deep.”

Chase obeys.

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Making some changes to this blog. But it’s coming back for the sin bin ride.

Please be sure to check your age. If you want standard shipping content, miishae will have all the fluff and cute and angst.

This blog is going to be sin.

You have been warned.

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I’ve more or less moved everything over to my main @/miishae, but I’m probably gonna ause this blog for anything lemon I feel like writing, and my motivation for those kinds of fics are starting to awaken.

But I have not given up on any ego shiping, I’m going full force baby, I’m not stopping at all.

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ahhh ik yous aid you wont delete this blog but yeah please dont delete ;; does that mean that all shippy stuff and saucy stuff will also be on your main ?

I decided not to delete the blog after all, it’s just going to be abandoned/archived.

But yep! All future prompts will now be on my main! It’ll be a lot easier for me to keep track of what’s where from now on.

[egoshipsin]

contemplating deleting this blog and focusing on my main.

my main is /miishae. gonna test the waters and start posting shippy content there, with a lot of my main boys <3

feel free to follow over there, I do a lot of ego-based writing!

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Not going to delete, just going to not post here much anymore. All writing/shipping content will be over there! Please follow me there for quality content <3

[egoshipsin]

contemplating deleting this blog and focusing on my main.

my main is /miishae. gonna test the waters and start posting shippy content there, with a lot of my main boys <3

feel free to follow over there, I do a lot of ego-based writing!

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Tw // blood , gore , angst

PROTECT JACKIE

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My favorite kind of angst are when they have a fluff ending So I sketched this out!

They’re both going to be ok ;-; 💖

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EVEN LOUDER SOBBING

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I'm crying over marvelsepticeye today.

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did you ever said your thoughts about antiaverage ? :oc

I’m less into it as I was some time ago. It’s still got a place in my heart, but it’s not something I’ll probably write content for in the near future. I may change my mind though, we’ll have to see.

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Today’s announcement:

Jackie is a simp for Marvin.

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look, another one!

they’re so romantic

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marvelsepticeye, in Sims 4? yes, please.