Basil ☆♡

Ugh, all this paperwork… I sit in my office, looking at the pile of paperwork and… Hey, where's TMon? He's usually in the office with me. For some reason, Jambee paired us together when I first started working here because of my lack of professional experience with assassinations… but it's been a couple months. In fact, is TMon still considered my supervisor? I'm allowed to do most tasks myself now, so I think so. Wh… What the fuck is this? I've never seen this form before in my life! I need to find TMon. I get up and exit the office, peeking over hallways and looking in windows… Where is he? Hmm… Maybe I should check some of the empty rooms? I knock on a couple that I know of, scattered around the hall, starting to lose hope, but as I knock on the last one, I finally get some response, along with some coughs. "G-get out of here!"

"TMon, sir, I need some--" "Go ask Jambee!" A heavy sigh escapes my lips. "I really don't feel like dealing with some flirtatious…" I had to prevent myself from calling him an 'asshole,' but damn, did I want to. "I said GO AWAY, I'm BUSY!" How professional. I roll my eyes and open the door, not expecting to find him smoking our products, the whole room pouring out smoke. "You're really a bad listener, you know??" A smirk crawls up my face, Mr. Goody Two Shoes, skipping work, smoking aphrodisiacs. "Yeah, well this isn't very professional, is it?" He takes another hit, crossing his arms, "Right, and who is the boss gonna believe?" "Can you just help me wi--" "And who are you to talk to me like that?! Do you forget what your role is?" Seriously, this guy gets on my nerves sometimes. He's so stuck up, almost belittling the things I do, like some fucking intern. I let out a frustrated groan, "Look, I only need your help--" "You seriously need my help for everything. It's like you deliberately--" "Why don't you stop interrupting me?!"

The paper in my hand starts wrinkling as I clench my fist. "You're so rude, you know that? Can't follow directions, always sassing me…" He walks over to me from the couch, "But you're just so damn cute. Pretty and pink. You realize if anyone else talked to me the way you do, they would get much worse than a slap on the wrist." His eyes glance me up and down, smirking, "But you are a decent assassin. Listen, you don't tell anyone about this, I won't convince the boss to fire you. What is this damn form anyway?" He snatches it from my hand, glancing at it annoyed, chuckling. "You know, you could've just said you wanted to spend time with me. Like, seriously? A stock form?" My eyes widen as I realize it was indeed a stock form. "I-It looked different, I--" "Are you embarrassed? Your cheeks are red. How cute." This comment only made me blush more, he's never said anything like this before. I feel his arms wrap around my shoulders, as he smirks. "You're just so damn cute. You're like a little, lost puppy. And just can't keep your mouth shut."

My eyes roll to the back of my head as I turn away and mumble, "So much for escaping flirtation. You're so fucking high." Gently, I brush his arms off me, not really wanting to deal with this. "Relax. We work hard enough. Try some." He shoves it near my mouth as I raise an eyebrow at him. "You finally took the panties out of your ass, it seems. But this…? This is like just taking the panties off. You need to get back in it." I hear him laugh, with a little snort that caused my heart to flutter, "Why are you thinking about my underwear? That's not professional either!" Great, my stupid metaphor was taken seriously and I have to awkwardly explain it. "N-no, TMon, don't play stupid. It's obviously a metaphor. I don't imagine you in your underwear…" My face does flush at the thought, what a horrible giveaway. "Sure, sure. I see the way you look at me. You think I don't notice either, eyeing me up and down, the little bits of shyness anytime I say something of praise… You're so into me." I… can't believe he just said all that. Of course, it's all painfully true, but damn, I didn't want him to know.

"Sh… shut your damn mouth, please." His eyes light up at this, however he doesn't seem angry, but he does smirk. I fucked up. "Now now, that's no way to speak to your supervisor, is it?" He gets really up close to my face, smirking with an edge of anger. "You need to be punished for once. Sit." He points to the couch as I obey, sitting down on the couch swiftly. He sits down next to me, patting his lap, "You need a spanking, you sassy brat." Hesitantly, my embarrassed face looks away as I lay across his lap. "This is not profession--AH!!" He slaps my ass with unexpected force, it genuinely stung. "Jeez! Do you have to hit so AGH!" He spanks me again, my face undeniably red, as I'm sure I'll be feeling that when I sit back in my chair. "Oh, you know you can take it." His voice like silk as he continues, slapping with steady force. It was the brink of my pain tolerance, just before it hurts too bad. I couldn't help but whine now, trying to keep quiet.

Oh, this was so hot… I could feel the heat rushing downwards as I panic more. I'm really getting hard on my boss' lap. It was no secret he noticed, as I could feel him jolt from noticing it. "Someone hard~?" I look away, shamefully, trying to gather myself. "S-sir~…" My voice wavers and trembles, "If I must… You seem very into me too." He scoffs, rubbing my cheeks, "Really? And why would I be into you with those… Legs…" Running his hands along the back of my thigh, almost drooling. Was I really that inviting to him? I'm purposely defiant and rude with him. Sure, not as much as Jambee, but I was never really just nice to him. I guess it was more of a reciprocation, as he did really hate me when I came in. I flip around, my other leg hooking around his neck and shoulders, pulling him closer. "These legs~?" It was clear that was enough to fluster him more, as he's seemed to have lost his wit.

I decide this would be the perfect time to push it further, straddling him on the couch, "Is that what you like?" My body grinds against him as I look deep inside his soul, "Is that what you want, your little helper helping with other things~?" He shudders in response, watching my bulge rub against him until he's hard. My smirk never falters as I continue, "Eyes up here, sweetie." I grab his chin and pull him up to my eyes, as another look besides desire begins to shine. There's this dominant glint, almost possessive, slowly coming to the front as he holds my hips in place. "You need me so bad, don't you? You're just a hot mess riding me." My breath had picked up at this point and maybe my eye was drifting from this overwhelming feeling, but I knew how to play it off as a quirk instead of the defect it is. "That's not playing fair, is it, my little bird? You're supposed to listen to my orders." He shifts around until he's on top of me, hovering over me, that grin on his face that I love oh so much. "You like when I play dirty, though."

My leg raises up and teased his bulge as he whines. "You are so damn defiant~. But I know you too well, I look in your eyes and I can tell you crave so much more than this…" His hands feel on my chest as they slip down and under me, holding my back as he leans against me, one of his hands sliding out and positioning my legs over him. His hand comes back as he presses into me, "This is what you want, huh~? To be this close and personal with me?" That's it, that's what causes my brain to short circuit. I just look up at him with wide eyes and a red face, nothing clever to say in the slightest. In fact, it broke down my defiance entirely, I didn't even want to hide how much I wanted him anymore. A soft smile slips on my face as my hands wrap around his neck and shoulders, "I do… I don't even want to have sex with you, I want to make love with you…" I whisper, softer than I could've imagined. He presses himself against me as he dry humps me on the couch. "I love it so much when you're honest with me~." As if his words alone wasn't enough to drive me insane, his quiet pants make my head spin.

His shallow thrusts against my pants makes me never want to stop wearing them, a treasure of this moment. "TMon~…" Breathlessly, holding even tighter into him, "Don't you dare tease me if you're not serious about this…" "Oh, I have every intention of following through." He pulls away from me, undoing my bowtie, moving into my buttons, my pants… It was so ginger, but happened so fast. The next thing I know is that I'm fully exposed in front of him while he has everything on. He goes to take of his sweater as I stop him. "Uh uh, that's my job." My fingers glide under it, pulling it over his head, taking off his tie, moving down to those buttons, then to the last one on his pants, unzipping him with glee. Let me see what I'm working with here… Oh, that's nice. My face heats up as I finally see what his dick looks like, and I can tell that I'm going to deeply enjoy this. Nice head, perfect girth, nice and firm- while I was admiring him, he rubs along mine. Just feeling the way he touches it, makes me crave more of his touch. As I refocus, I rub the tip of his with my thumb, and he seems to also enjoy the way I touch him.

"Gizmo~!" His grip on me tightens as I whimper from the unexpected and sudden pressure. I reluctantly remove my hand and look up at him, both of us beyond flustered and vulnerable. Neither of us seem to be able to cope with these feelings properly, but that doesn't stop us from exploring as he leans in and kisses me. Feeling him against me, naked, I can't seem to form anything remotely coherent as I kiss back, grabbing him like it's been years since I've been by him. Once again, I'm gently lowered onto the couch as I could feel the love pouring from his eyes, or was that the aphrodisiacs? I don't want to have another situation like Jambee, where love was practically a fetish, where it was spotty and conditional… Nor do I want it to be something where it's influenced by aphrodisiacs. I want something tender and dear, close and passionate, unconditional and not out of convenience. To snap me back from my thoughts, I feel kisses planted on my neck, hands roaming my chest, a sense of desire spilling from him… It's hypnotizing. My hands wrap around him once again, gently rubbing his back. I want to ask, is this just a game, is this just a convenience, but I figure it's better to keep my mouth shut. I guess I'll find out if he treats me any different after this.

Again, I'm snapped back from my wandering, worried mind as I feel him pressing against me again, not quite wanting to dive inside me yet. His hand wanders down to me, touching my throbbing cock. I feel my body jolt again, unable to keep it together. As I watch him, my breath picks up again, slight moans mixed in. All of this just feels so damn right… It's so naughty, at work, fucking in this secret room, my boss… He grabs my hips and looks back at me, "May I…?" His tip prods my entrance as I look back, fully embracing my submissive nature. "Please?" I'm totally shy at this point as I try and bury my face into my chest. "Hey." He says, snapping my attention as he starts pushing inside me. Now that my attention was got, he saw my surprised, pleasured expression, my eye drifting off again as I relax on him, my head flopping back onto the arm of the couch. He really did feel good, like the perfect fit inside me. My hands cling to him once again, filling me up, looking down into my eyes, though he raises an eyebrow, "Gizmo… Your eye…" Fuck. I reset my eyes as I look back, trying not to let that throw off my mood. "I didn't say fix it. It's cute." His hand slides up my leg, strewn over his shoulder, "Don't you do that again. Let me see it."

I bite my tongue as I let him say this, then my lips as I feel him rub my thigh. A magical feeling, indeed. "Are you ready?" I nod quickly, as he moves slowly, gripping my hip and shoulder. I don't have quite a vocal reaction yet, my eyes staring deep into his. My thumb brushes his cheek as he begins to find a good speed, little whimpers escaping me. There was no lack of vocal performance on his end either, groaning and panting with each movement. My eye starts to drift again as he smiles, getting more energetic with the thrusts, "That's so cute, bird~. Keep on looking at me." I do as I'm told, whining and holding him tighter. We couldn't be any closer, barely hovering above me, his cock slapping against me. Panting and the smell of sex fill the air, the sounds like music to my ears. This was all so passionate and fleeting… It was all I could ask for. I start to whine more as it's finally getting to me, they eye contact, the closeness, the sounds… "That's a good birdie~." His thrusts pick up again, his grunts and pants through the roof as sweat forms all on his body. Every spot is hit with fervor, gazing all over me. As I was getting closer, I clung to him tighter, burying my face in his shoulder, "T-TMon~…!" "Is my sweet bird going to cum for me~?" He slows down slightly, making the feeling subside as well as my grip. "You want me to make you cum~?" "Yes~!" I beg, "Please TMon, let me cum…!"

The most recognizable is probably Cherub Gizmo, an AphroDesia self insert. I did do a ramble a LONG time ago on my deleted g1zm0s1s account, but it's probably lost in someone's reblogs, or not. Wasn't quite known yet. Anyways, cherub Gizmo is the only Gizmo with a canonical age difference, being 26 since they were made in 2000. Gizmo's standard Cupid Co. design is different than AphroDesia Gizmo, most notably being pink instead of black. Since they're so different in present day, Cupid Co. Gizmo is referred to as Gizmo 2000. They were born from a malformed muse, obsession, not quite love of anything... They also freaked out a lot of other cherubs at Cupid Co, except KT. Icarus hated them especially, and was actually the one who brought it to Eros' attention. Though Gizmo caught wind of this and fled before he could do any damage to them. After 10 years of them running and him searching fruitlessly, Eros forced him to give up, which made him VERY unhappy. Originally, TMon found them, but now Jambee is the one who found them, even if their encounter was rough around the edges.

Gizmo was completely oblivious to Jambee courting them for a while, but eventually fell in love... To which Jambee quickly regretted. They became really possessive and clingy with him to the point they were completely dysfunctional. However, the condition was Gizmo help TMon with work, and TMon did NOT take kindly to them at all. Essentially, he bullied them and made them do nothing/mind numbing tasks, but they never gave up, and with the forced proximity, came to know each other well. In fact, they bonded over their distain for Jambee's commitment issues. Eventually, TMon got a crush on them right in the middle of the peak dysfunction of Gizmo and Jambee's relationship... Ultimately, Gizmo was the one who ended it after coming to terms with the fact they can't handle his (polygamist isn't the rightest word, but I can't think of any others) nature. To this day, they're still quite angsty around each other, since Gizmo doesn't banter back like TMon does, they just shut down.

While I primarily ship Cherub Gizmo with TMon, they're also frequently shipped with Jambee (obvious), Icarus (because it's funny), and as of late, Lefty. The story also gets kinda jumbled up when you take into account Demon Gizmo's abilities.

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Now, the one I use the most, Demon Gizmo is my longest standing self insert. This is the undead version of Human Gizmo, which is basically me at 19. They have many different abilities, but to simplify them, they manipulate electricity, are super stretchy, and just incredibly cunning and calculated. They're a glitch, which is a highly specialized type of demon, so almost none of them look the same. However, the main thing they have in common is a heavy interest in technology, which the subgroup (video games in Gizmo's case) decides what powers you have. Demon Gizmo is custom built, and they're frequently tinkering with themselves.

Because of their fixation on video games, they can go into any digital world and manipulate certain things, even though they choose not to more often than not. This is what I meant by it gets tricky here... So every fandom version of Gizmo has a story version, and a "true" version. Though these can be saved for a later time.

This version of Gizmo also targets pedophiles, rapists, abusers and the like, as a vigilante. To be honest, it is something I'd do if it was legal, BUT IT IS NOT LEGAL AND I WILL NOT HURT ANOTHER HUMAN BEING TO THAT EXTENT, THIS SCENARIO IS PURELY FICTIONAL. Ahem. That's another thing they like doing, continuing to avenge the people that hurt them, and the people that hurt others like them.

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I am getting tired now, but I'll cap on Wimp Witch Gizmo, DSi Gizmo, TV Gizmo, and Human Gizmo.

And depending on the timing, I may have an Undertale Gizmo. Who knows~!

I hope, when I have the middle, I do a post of them and his new back history of them, so, see you a next drawing!