Yisou would be ~pleased~
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lightrobberSince centipedes won by not-really a longshot in that makeshift poll, I deliver to you exactly that. <3
I'm a world of special sometimes. :'D
Vague summary: Chin Yisou. Centipedes. A pastime to die for.
Wordcount: 1183
Warning: NSFW. Not safe for sanity. No eating and especially no drinking when reading this. (Or shortly before reading. Come to think of it... You won't want to do any of that after reading, either.) But you probably already knew that.
The night was dark, damp, and chilly. Chin Yisou was currently resting lazily on a makeshift straw bed, waiting for the drizzling rain to let up, which did not appear to be happening anytime soon. As he waited, he let his mind wander as it pleased, stopping on everything and nothing at the same time. His plans of vengeance needed no further perfecting anymore: they were as complete as they could be.
Yisou's wandering gaze stopped on a centipede crawling along the wall just out of his reach and he smiled lazily. With the tiniest prod from his mind he made the centipede approach him, as he held out a hand for it to crawl onto, watching the movement of its tiny legs in fascination. Each little step it made along his fingers and palm made his skin tingle in response. He had almost forgotten what it meant: to feel. Everything seemed so detached to him now. He was no longer youkai. He was a piece of mahjong turned shikigami; a walking dead. Yet this little creature spoke to him in ways no one else had before.
The hay he was lying on rustled silently, barely audibly, as more centipedes came forth in response to his mute call. They crawled out of their hiding places: a marching horde that approached him as the only god of their tiny world. They made their way across the dirt floor, over the old hay and Chin Yisou’s clothes; a million little feet passing over the white folds and through the long blue ponytail to get closer to the stone-cold being. Yisou’s skin was just as chilly and damp as the word around him at the moment and the motion of millions of tiny feet provided a wonderful, almost warming sensation. He reclined in the hay and spread out his limbs, calling out to each and every one of the centipedes in his immediate vicinity. It was night time, their natural hunting time and he was going to give himself to them as a prey.
They responded, entranced and drawn in by his will. The clothes he wore were no barrier for them to crawl under it and move all over his skin. Yisou muttered something intelligible and the centipedes obeyed, swarming over his stomach and down to his crotch. They crawled around his cock and his balls, and prodded his anus, stimulating the areas with their tiny feet, doling around tiny painful bites that made the bitten areas swell and tingle. He was being poisoned by his own venom, and he embraced it, considering this to be the most exquisite feeling that he had had in a long time.
The centipedes wove together so tightly that they could have choked a human and a youkai alike, but Chin Yisou knew to control them, and the swarming mass obeyed mindlessly, wrapping itself around his cock. Another, looser horde was slithering along his balls, pricking and biting his skin and fighting with each other out of sheer instinct. Several made an attempt to crawl inside his anus and he relaxed his muscles to let them through where they wriggled around, some moving in, some – out, and some – biting him. One command from his mind, and they started a frantic but somewhat coordinated motion weaving around his cock; up and down and in all directions at once, making him groan and relax his body even further. More bites, more swelling, and thousands of tiny feet scrambling along his skin. The centipedes were completely entranced by his very presence, controlled by his mind and responding to his tiniest thought. Yisou enjoyed his mindless minions: every tiny wriggle they made against his skin, every little touch of tiny feet, every bite that caused swelling and chills, every slithering body that rubbed against him. He realised that he was actually breathing again. His blood was running surprisingly hot in the dead veins of a shikigami body.
He remembered forgotten feelings and slowly, so as to not squish a single centipede, he lifted his hand to undo the front of his robes and slide his hand under it to rub at his own nipples. He plucked and pinched, and twisted them, trying to recall a partially forgotten feeling of how it felt when his youkai lover did it to him. Several centipedes responded to his thoughts and moved to weave through his fingers and bite his nipples, making them swell. Yisou bit back a moan. He almost felt something familiar in this.
The centipedes kept twisting around and rubbing against him, and his body responded in ways nigh-forgotten. Trembling, weakened, undone by something inhuman, and he sighed in satisfaction. He was close, and he wanted to reach that height so much that his fingers plucked at his nipples impatiently, losing all regard for the arthropods on his chest. He accidentally squished a few centipedes and their deaths gave his mind an almost electric jolt that made his cock twitch and his breath catch for a moment. His muscles clenched on their own accord and he ended up squeezing in half the centipedes that were currently slithering in and out of his ass, giving him another jolt of exquisite pleasure. Somewhat regaining himself from this feeling, he scooped up the centipedes that were currently on his chest and clenched his fist, revelling in the feeling of their death. He had left his mind wide open to control these instinct-driven creatures, and thus everything they felt returned to him through this mindlink. Their frenzy became his, their agitation became his, and their death became the ultimate intimate thing that made him undone.
Without restraint he now reached down into his pants, no longer mindful of his little minions, and he crushed them as he went. They could not run away, not when he was calling them to himself like this. They ran to him, led by the most basic of instincts, lost in a death-bringing frenzy.
Yisou took a hold of his swollen cock, crushing hundreds of centipedes in the process, but there were already thousands of others approaching to take the place of their dead comrades. He started stroking himself, killing more and more of them, and he moaned at the feeling of their death that flowed to him through their currently shared mindlink. Each death was a tiny jolt of raw pleasure that invaded his mind and his senses, making him lose himself in the process. The dead bodies moved along with the living ones as his hand steadily moved up and down and each new stroke brought his release that much closer. A few more rough pulls, a brush of dead centipede mass intertwined with wriggling live ones against the head of his cock, a tightening noose of living centipedes around his balls, a few more ferocious bites at his anus where the dead centipedes were being devoured by the living ones, a thousand more deaths, and he came with a low moan.
The cleaning up, he decided once he had come down from his heights, was going to be a bitch.
I'm a world of special sometimes. :'D
Vague summary: Chin Yisou. Centipedes. A pastime to die for.
Wordcount: 1183
Warning: NSFW. Not safe for sanity. No eating and especially no drinking when reading this. (Or shortly before reading. Come to think of it... You won't want to do any of that after reading, either.) But you probably already knew that.
The night was dark, damp, and chilly. Chin Yisou was currently resting lazily on a makeshift straw bed, waiting for the drizzling rain to let up, which did not appear to be happening anytime soon. As he waited, he let his mind wander as it pleased, stopping on everything and nothing at the same time. His plans of vengeance needed no further perfecting anymore: they were as complete as they could be.
Yisou's wandering gaze stopped on a centipede crawling along the wall just out of his reach and he smiled lazily. With the tiniest prod from his mind he made the centipede approach him, as he held out a hand for it to crawl onto, watching the movement of its tiny legs in fascination. Each little step it made along his fingers and palm made his skin tingle in response. He had almost forgotten what it meant: to feel. Everything seemed so detached to him now. He was no longer youkai. He was a piece of mahjong turned shikigami; a walking dead. Yet this little creature spoke to him in ways no one else had before.
The hay he was lying on rustled silently, barely audibly, as more centipedes came forth in response to his mute call. They crawled out of their hiding places: a marching horde that approached him as the only god of their tiny world. They made their way across the dirt floor, over the old hay and Chin Yisou’s clothes; a million little feet passing over the white folds and through the long blue ponytail to get closer to the stone-cold being. Yisou’s skin was just as chilly and damp as the word around him at the moment and the motion of millions of tiny feet provided a wonderful, almost warming sensation. He reclined in the hay and spread out his limbs, calling out to each and every one of the centipedes in his immediate vicinity. It was night time, their natural hunting time and he was going to give himself to them as a prey.
They responded, entranced and drawn in by his will. The clothes he wore were no barrier for them to crawl under it and move all over his skin. Yisou muttered something intelligible and the centipedes obeyed, swarming over his stomach and down to his crotch. They crawled around his cock and his balls, and prodded his anus, stimulating the areas with their tiny feet, doling around tiny painful bites that made the bitten areas swell and tingle. He was being poisoned by his own venom, and he embraced it, considering this to be the most exquisite feeling that he had had in a long time.
The centipedes wove together so tightly that they could have choked a human and a youkai alike, but Chin Yisou knew to control them, and the swarming mass obeyed mindlessly, wrapping itself around his cock. Another, looser horde was slithering along his balls, pricking and biting his skin and fighting with each other out of sheer instinct. Several made an attempt to crawl inside his anus and he relaxed his muscles to let them through where they wriggled around, some moving in, some – out, and some – biting him. One command from his mind, and they started a frantic but somewhat coordinated motion weaving around his cock; up and down and in all directions at once, making him groan and relax his body even further. More bites, more swelling, and thousands of tiny feet scrambling along his skin. The centipedes were completely entranced by his very presence, controlled by his mind and responding to his tiniest thought. Yisou enjoyed his mindless minions: every tiny wriggle they made against his skin, every little touch of tiny feet, every bite that caused swelling and chills, every slithering body that rubbed against him. He realised that he was actually breathing again. His blood was running surprisingly hot in the dead veins of a shikigami body.
He remembered forgotten feelings and slowly, so as to not squish a single centipede, he lifted his hand to undo the front of his robes and slide his hand under it to rub at his own nipples. He plucked and pinched, and twisted them, trying to recall a partially forgotten feeling of how it felt when his youkai lover did it to him. Several centipedes responded to his thoughts and moved to weave through his fingers and bite his nipples, making them swell. Yisou bit back a moan. He almost felt something familiar in this.
The centipedes kept twisting around and rubbing against him, and his body responded in ways nigh-forgotten. Trembling, weakened, undone by something inhuman, and he sighed in satisfaction. He was close, and he wanted to reach that height so much that his fingers plucked at his nipples impatiently, losing all regard for the arthropods on his chest. He accidentally squished a few centipedes and their deaths gave his mind an almost electric jolt that made his cock twitch and his breath catch for a moment. His muscles clenched on their own accord and he ended up squeezing in half the centipedes that were currently slithering in and out of his ass, giving him another jolt of exquisite pleasure. Somewhat regaining himself from this feeling, he scooped up the centipedes that were currently on his chest and clenched his fist, revelling in the feeling of their death. He had left his mind wide open to control these instinct-driven creatures, and thus everything they felt returned to him through this mindlink. Their frenzy became his, their agitation became his, and their death became the ultimate intimate thing that made him undone.
Without restraint he now reached down into his pants, no longer mindful of his little minions, and he crushed them as he went. They could not run away, not when he was calling them to himself like this. They ran to him, led by the most basic of instincts, lost in a death-bringing frenzy.
Yisou took a hold of his swollen cock, crushing hundreds of centipedes in the process, but there were already thousands of others approaching to take the place of their dead comrades. He started stroking himself, killing more and more of them, and he moaned at the feeling of their death that flowed to him through their currently shared mindlink. Each death was a tiny jolt of raw pleasure that invaded his mind and his senses, making him lose himself in the process. The dead bodies moved along with the living ones as his hand steadily moved up and down and each new stroke brought his release that much closer. A few more rough pulls, a brush of dead centipede mass intertwined with wriggling live ones against the head of his cock, a tightening noose of living centipedes around his balls, a few more ferocious bites at his anus where the dead centipedes were being devoured by the living ones, a thousand more deaths, and he came with a low moan.
The cleaning up, he decided once he had come down from his heights, was going to be a bitch.
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Date: 2010-02-09 06:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-09 07:45 pm (UTC)...did I mention that I wrote this during a Japanese history lesson? :'D
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Date: 2010-02-09 08:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-09 08:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-09 10:02 pm (UTC)And if your Japanese history lessons are anything like my Japanese history lessons, this is a perfectly reasonable way to spend them.
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Date: 2010-02-09 10:06 pm (UTC)grossgreat! I actually didn't think it's possible to make the whole idea work, but you did it perfectly! And I think it was totally in character for him to enjoy killing the centipedes more than anything else :D A really well-written fic, thanks for sharing!no subject
Date: 2010-02-10 04:28 am (UTC)I PRIDE MYSELF IN ALWAYS TRYING TO MAKE EVEN THE CRACKIEST PLOTS WORK OUT IN A WAY THAT MAKES SENSE. THIS IS SO CAPSLOCK, DAMMIT.
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Date: 2010-02-10 04:31 am (UTC)Blah blah boring drab blah blah somebody dies blah. That's the entire lecture in condensed form. The girl who sat next to me was drawing manga-style. She was awesome at it, too.
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Date: 2010-02-10 07:35 am (UTC)Mine is like 'blah blah blah oooh tangent shiny peasants blah blah blah death blah blah Confucius blah tangent tangent tangent tangent oh shit we're out of time tangent'.
It's History of China and Japan to 1600 so Confucius is there for a reason.I would be tempted to try and finish my rape/guro fic in there, but he's completely banned all electronics from the classroom. Guh.no subject
Date: 2010-02-10 09:15 am (UTC)I don't think we have a rule against electronics, though it's higly frowned upon by classmates because apparently there was this one "cool" chick who showed up with a laptop. And she was typing too loudly and obnoxiously. I haven't seen her, so maybe she either got a smackdown or got kicked out for poor grades.
And anyway. I write stuff in my notebook, then type it up on computer. Double the work, I know, but you're allowed to use notebooks, right? 8D
Though I'd be terribly iffy if asked to lend my mad scribbles. :'D
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Date: 2010-02-10 11:45 am (UTC)OMFG, YES! Must read more of your fics :)
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Date: 2010-02-10 03:13 pm (UTC)We are allowed notebooks, of course, but my handwriting looks like a spider on crack skated ink all over the page.
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Date: 2010-02-10 04:55 pm (UTC)Centipede lube.no subject
Date: 2010-02-10 08:16 pm (UTC)Go right ahead~ ♥ You can start by exploring the fanfic tag on this lj and/or head over to my fanficnet account for the rest of the stuff I've written. Hell, I forgot. Just go to the top two entries on this journal. They have a nice list of all the shit I've got up and posted.
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Date: 2010-02-10 08:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-10 08:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-10 08:42 pm (UTC)I shall poke around that list, thanks for the directions :D
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Date: 2010-02-10 08:47 pm (UTC)Two lists, actually: one for the claims community fics, the other - for the stuff I wrote just because.
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Date: 2010-02-10 08:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-10 09:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-10 09:36 pm (UTC)Lolzers, I sound so picky... I'm not, not really.
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Date: 2010-02-10 09:54 pm (UTC)Heh. I don't like Naruto all that much myself. I've wanted to smack him one too many times.
Saiyuki... yeaaaaahahaha. Sanzo is my world of special. Most of those fics are quite safe (I should probably update those lists with ratings =/). 35 and 53 are actually harmless, no matter what the titles might imply. 35 should be read first.
Rainy Days and The End Of The Sanzo Party are equally harmless.
Stay away from Luscious, though. :D (Or don't. It's mild porn.)
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Heh, I can be pretty picky myself sometimes. All the time. :D
Also, you skipped the pairing bit. Any particular preferences? *curious*
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Date: 2010-02-10 10:13 pm (UTC)My hate of Naruto burns with the intensity of a thousand suns! Naruto in Shippuuden, well, maybe 374 and 1/2 suns, but the hate is still there.
Whaddaya mean, harmless? It says "The End" - doesn't it mean like 'they all die', 'they all go to their separate homes and never see each other again', 'half of them die and leave the rest miserable'? If it doesn't, I can read it :D
I shall investigate those fics :)
Hmm, the only pairing I really like is Gojyo/Hakkai (or Hakkai/Gojyo, that doesn't matter) - I've read so many absolutely brilliant fics of them that they are my Saiyuki OTP for ever and ever :D
Usually I'm not so much into pairings - if the fic has the characters I like, and no characters I really hate, I'll usually end up reading it (which means I'll read your Bleach fic anyway - when I took a close look, I discovered there is Ishida <333). I'm not really a shipper of any particular pairing, I'm more interested in characters. Having said that Ukitake/Kira is a pretty awesome pairing :D So is Byakuya/Ulquiorra :D
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Date: 2010-02-11 08:59 am (UTC)I really don't see what the big deal about him is. He's just a... idiot. I mean I can see why Americans would like him so much, and I totally get why Sasuke is more popular in Japan. But just. What. In a good author's hands Naruto could be turned into a likeable character, but. This is shounen manga.
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The End is, well, the end. And if you're really not looking forward to that, then propably you shouldn't read it.
Omg, please dooooo? ♥~
I've read a plenty of fic for them and while I liked the porn, I remained indifferent to the pairing. SanGo is really the only one I can see happening there. Must be because of the gun kink. 8D
(Yeah, I forgot to mention the Ishida bit. :D)
Depending on the mood I'll read all kinds of fic, bar only maybe humour as I've seen only a few good ones that actually pertain to the genre.
Wow. Your pairings are... something different.
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Date: 2010-02-11 01:48 pm (UTC)Not all shounen is that bad... But I really don't see why Naruto is so very popular, what's so special about it?
But is is a happy end, that is the question :D No worries, I'll read more, I'm curious.
Gun kink is good, but vine kink is better :P - you know those vine things Hakkai gets when he turns into demon? I've read some fics where he does funny things with those :DD I don't know, I just like them together. I mean, Gojyo saved his life, it's destiny! :DD
I kind of like humorous fics, but only if the fic writer knows the difference between humour and bloody stupid shit nobody wants to read :DDD
Lol, these things have been done pretty often, so I'm not exactly the only one who likes them.
You know what my absolutely favourite pairing would be? Kira/Ishida (see icon, lol)! These two are my favourite characters. But it appears that nobody will ever write that sort of fic, I guess I'll end up writing it myself :DD