#and of course the rendering is like that in between fully rendered and that more soft vague

[ohno-the-sun]

Sol

#I’m just gonna put these here so I can rant about all the issues I see in the #so like I as an idiot was like let’s see if I can do a style study on qwille using my favorite boy right #but qwille a brain works in mysterious ways cause like I’m trying to hard to firgure out how they know where to put stuff #and of course the rendering is like that in between fully rendered and that more soft vague #which is gorge #but my brain when I do it is like you need to fix you need to fix this looks bad you suck blahblah #not to even mention the anatomy #which is completely fucked here #I can’t do shoulders to save my life #and he looks so dumb sitting on that box #like what’s wrong with his shoe #I know something’s wrong #I think I need to take a moment #I’m caught in one of those logic loops rn #blahhhhhh

[anime-schmuck]

Thinking about going to the gym with Simon “Ghost” Riley. Simon teased you last week for how weak your arms were so you’re determined to show him up on legs today.

Of course, Simon being Simon, built like a six foot three tank, still manages to lift more than you. He pushes you on every machine you use, hitting more new pb’s after one session with him than weeks of working yourself.

It’s specifically when he’s watching you do squats that he concocts his brilliant, evil plan.

Once you’re legs are officially dead you two head back to your shared flat, Simon’s big hand switching between the gearstick and your thigh the drive back.

Finally, the second you’re through the threshold of the door, Simon hoists you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. He doesn’t say a work as you wriggle around questioning him, until he tosses you carefully onto the mattress with a half lidded gaze. “Drivin’ me fuckin’ nuts, watching you panting and sweating like ye do when ye struggle to take my cock.” He groans, palming the bulge in his grey sweats, lips quirking into a smirk when your breath hitches.

He crawls over you, who obediently spreads your legs for him, but he tuts. “Nah, don’t think you pushed yourself hard enough.” He grins, and in a split second he’s on his back and your straddling his lap, thick fingers giving your waist a squeeze before he settles his hands behind his head. “Go on, ride me love. Since yer legs are so strong, you shouldn’t have a problem, right?” He quirks an eyebrow, knowing you’ll take the bait.

His words cause your lips to jut out in a pout, brow furrowing in determination. You fiddled your way out of your clothes, pulling his sweats and boxers down to free his hard cock, twitching as the cold air hit it. Simon swallowed thickly, grunting when your soft hand wrapped around him to position him at your entrance.

He sucked in a sharp breath, feeling how wet you were as you sucked his tip in, pausing with a whine. He chuckled, trying to hide how affected he really was. “Too much, love?” His smirk widened further when you shot him a glare, thighs trembling, burning as you continued to lower yourself on his dick.

Simon was big, in every way possible, so it took you a minute before you took him fully. Simon’s groaned, hands finding the fat of your hips now he was buried deep inside you. “Fuck, that’s it love, takin’ every inch. Such a good girl.” His voice was strained, raspy as he struggled to hold back the urge to bounce you on his cock like a fleshlight.

The praise went straight to your core, clenching tighter around his dick with a whine. The combination of Simon pressing against all the right spots inside you, paired with your aching legs rendered you as close to immobilised as a person can get. Your eyes found his, needy and desperate. “P-please Si’.. can’t do it..” Your hands clawed at his muscular chest, feeling his hands tightening their hold in your hips.

“Yeah? What’d you need me to do, pretty?” He sat up, burly arms encircling you, caging you to his chest as his lips found your neck, trailing hot, open-mouther kisses along the sensitive skin. “C’mon love, please what?”

He knew what he was doing, turning your brain to mush, but god the way your teary eyes stared at him so pleadingly caused his cock to twitch inside your gummy walls. Some sadistic side of him loved seeing the physical evidence of you needing him in such a visceral way, which was why he had to be a little bit mean earlier.

“Please fuck me Si’..” You finally managed, and within a second you were once again on your back, Simon’s big hands hooking under your knees to force them back into a mating press, cooing when you whined at the stretch.

His cock slid back inside your needy hole, grinning as he watched it stretch to accommodate him. He chuckled, bringing a thumb to swipe at your clit just to see you jolt at the pleasure.

“Thought you’d never ask. Just lie back and take it for me, yeah?”

#ghost smut #ghost x reader #schmuck thoughts #ghost cod #cod smut #simon riley x you #simon riley smut #simon fic #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost #drabble #fanfic

[fangswbenefits]

Pointy Ears

Summary: You accidentally find just how sensitive Astarion is when it comes to a certain part of his body…

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Sub-ish Astarion. Ear sensitivity. Blood drinking. Fangs. Astarion being a whimpering mess. He's also a big shooter (idk if there is a more accurate terminology in fanfiction haha). Handjob. Cumplay. Praise kink. Edging (if you squint). Nipple play.

Word count: 1.8k

You could feel Astarion was nearly done, as your fingers raked across his scalp and through unruly curls, the warmth of your blood spreading gradually across his skin.

He was comfortably nestled between your legs, occasionally bucking his hips into you as his cock hardened with each passing second.

Even as your vision began to blur, the pleasure vastly overcame the impending sense of dread. After all, he could easily send you over the edge between life and death if he lacked the restraint to stop himself.

Your other hand caressed the lukewarm skin of his arm and traveled up to his neck, where you could feel his throat shift rhythmically under your touch as he downed mouthfuls of your blood.

“Astarion…” you whimpered faintly, as life slipped from you dangerously fast.

He grunted once but didn't budge.

Bringing your hand to his face, you felt a growing wave of panic take over.

He had never gone too far.

But dizziness and chilling shivers quickly enveloped your body, rendering you nearly helpless.

“Astarion…”

He rolled his hips into you but kept his mouth firmly latched onto your neck, his concentration never wavering.

With eyes pressed shut, your fingers reached up until they faintly brushed past the tip of his ear.

And then he instantly froze.

As if stung by some unseen entity, he quickly pulled back from you, wide-eyed and lips stained with blood.

“What's wrong?”

He reached out for the scroll of Lesser Restoration on the bedside table and placed it in your hand before rolling off of you and onto his back.

You uttered quick words and watched as the piece of paper dissolved into thin air, quickly feeling your life force being restored as warmth and vigour sprawled along your body once again.

“Astarion?”

He had his eyes closed shut, and you watched as his hand hurriedly made its way to unlace the front of his trousers, alleviating the constricted erection.

Had you done something wrong?

He didn't seem troubled or uncomfortable, and merely let out a sigh of pure relief as he freed his cock.

“Do that again. Please.”

You arched an eyebrow as you rolled on your side, utterly confused. “Do… what?”

“My ear… touch it…”

Oh?

Your eyes landed on his flushed, pointy ear, and you proceeded to give the sharp edge a tentative caress with the pad of your thumb.

His lips parted with a soft gasp and he arched his back ever so slightly.

This was new.

Your gaze shifted to his lower half, noticing how his hardened cock twitched as you brushed the warm skin of his ear.

Seeing his cock fully hardened and with this faint blush to it thanks to your own blood coursing through his body, never failed to send the most delicious jolts of pleasure between your legs, effectively igniting a gentle throb.

“Does that feel good?” You cooed, staring back at his face again as he let out a few whimpers.

“Ridiculously good.”

That was all the incentive you needed, bringing your forefinger to his ear and giving it a soft squeeze between your thumb.

“Gods…”

This time, he rolled his hips, and you could only stare in complete awe as the first beads of precum began to drip from the tip.

You involuntarily licked your lips and lowered your head to rest on his unmoving bare chest.

He felt cozily warm from having fed on you and couldn't help but to reach down with your other hand, tracing a finger along a single bulging and thick vein that spread along his cock.

Your feather-like touches kept drawing out the most beautiful whimpers and gasps from him.

His mouth watering cock was always so responsive to your touch, that you found yourself grinding your hips instinctively against him.

A needy moan parted your lips slightly at the mesmerising sight of a single string of precum bridging the flushed tip of his cock to his lower abdomen, and beginning to pool on his skin as a few droplets threatened to spill down.

Once again, you ran your finger along the protruding underside of his length, too entranced with how it twitched so eagerly for you.

Unsurprisingly, Astarion reached down with one hand, wanting to wrap his fingers around his length, but you intercepted him halfway through.

“Allow me, lover.” You whispered sweetly, lifting your head to take a look at him.

As expected, he looked positively ethereal; his face tinted with the faintest blush and his half-hooded crimson eyes set on you.

“You don't have to.”

You shifted higher, letting go of his hand, which he dropped to his side, and you leaned in until your lips brushed against the pointy edge of his ear.

“Do you want me to?”

He chuckled lowly. “If I want you to pleasure me? What a silly question, darling.”

You smiled at his bluntness before darting out your tongue to join your fingers.

Another guttural groan escaped his lips, and his eyes fluttered shut once again.

Leaning back, you positioned yourself to sit next to him, wanting to keep your focus on both his cock and ear.

His eyes flew open, and he began to prop himself on one elbow and hand reaching out for your trousers, clearly trying to be the one setting the pace.

But you shoved him back with a chuckle. “Just lay back and allow me to take care of you.”

He arched an elegant brow at you.

He was too used to being the one taking the lead. It was instinctive for him to have control over each other's pleasure.

But you wanted him to lose himself in the moment, not having to concern himself with anything but his own bliss.

“Pretty,” you said truthfully as his eyelids nearly dropped when you brushed a finger along his tip. “So pretty…”

He immediately whimpered, lust-blown eyes never leaving yours. “Yes. Yes, you are.”

Gods…

Astarion was truly a natural at leaving you speechless with his words.

You kept the gentle and unwavering caresses along his sensitive ear.

As you shifted your gaze, you noticed the pool of precum on his lower abdomen already overflowing, droplets rolling down his skin.

Instinctively, you swiped two fingers to collect some of it, and began spreading them along his cock, earning a hiss of approval.

“You delectable little vixen.” He groaned out with a few rolls of his hips.

The swell between your legs throbbed viciously from his praise, and it had you wrapping your fingers around him.

His own wetness aided you in your initial strokes, feeling the bulging veins under your touch caving in momentarily before filling up with your blood once more.

You could get used to having Astarion like this for eternity.

Just too lost in genuine pleasure and lust.

Trusting you to guide him to unheard of heights and fully letting go.

The pace was set.

The perfect balance between steadiness and tightness, and more than enough to have him jerk his hips upwards as he fucked your hand.

You reckoned he wouldn't last long given how his whimpers intensified each time you applied the slightest pressure to the shell of his ear.

Suddenly, he moved one hand to your chest, and you gave him a disapproving pout, not wanting him to take over.

But…

“Let me see them…”

His words came out laced with desire and whimpers, eyes set on your eyes as the hint of a plea made you gasp.

You kept the pace on his cock as his experienced fingers tugged at the lacing of your shirt. He worked his way down agonisingly slow, chills spreading throughout your body as more and more of your skin was exposed to his gaze.

He halted once he found what he was looking for.

With a soft tug, he moved the fabric out of the way, your swaying breasts in full view.

A violent jolt of pleasure nearly has you halt at once, too taken aback by the eroticism of all of it.

“Keep going, darling…” he urged, honey dripping from his words. “You can grip it tighter, can't you?”

Gods above…

He then brushed his thumb across a hardened nipple and your mouth fell open in a strained gasp.

Your breasts moved in unison with the pace on his cock, lewd sounds echoing around the room.

You had to bite down hard on your lip to muffle the moan stuck in your throat.

“Ah-ah-ah,” he tutted disapprovingly, his thumb releasing the trapped lip and moving to press down on your chin to pry your mouth open. “Let me hear those sweet moans.”

It annoyed you how he was so quick to reverse the roles and how easily you fell for his traps.

But you weren't ready to let him win just yet.

"Maybe you shouldn't make such demands when I have you in the palm of my hand - quite literally."

The glaring pun made him scowl.

You offered a devious smile instead.

Then, you increased the pressure on his ear, and the effect nearly had you chuckle viciously at the sight of him immediately crumbling down, back pressed flat against the mattress again.

“Gods!”

The whine of frustration mixed with a moan let you know you were victorious in having him right where you wanted.

His hips snapped more aggressively into you as you squeezed him even tighter.

He was so close.

There was something so incredibly hypnotic about having this man coming undone for you.

Because of you.

You couldn't think of a more effective ego-booster.

So by the time he reached his peak, you could only glare in utmost wonder as you felt his cock twitch violently under your palm as the first spurts of cum shot out, reaching as far as his chest - one even reaching his neck.

Your mouth fell open.

He had balled his fists, gripping the bedsheets so fiercely as he rode out the untameable wave of pleasure. His head was thrown back as he arched and shuddered, profanities spilling from his pretty lips.

And the sound of fabric tearing echoed in the room.

Oh.

You aided his cock as best you could, squeezing the final drops of cum, mesmerised by the amount of thick liquid that now covered him.

Still driven by your own unrequited pleasure, you leaned to swipe your tongue across his nipple, collecting as much as you could.

His hand moved to the back of your head, silently urging you.

It only took a couple of swipes to gather enough cum to pool on your tongue.

Astarion's half-hooded eyes met yours. “Does it taste good?”

With the most sultry look you could conjure, you swung your leg over his torso, effectively straddling him as your mouth hovered over his.

“You tell me.”

He furrowed his brows inquisitively.

And you promptly took his lips in yours, which he eagerly parted. You seized the opportunity to push your tongue against his, allowing the liquid to drip down.

He groaned as he tasted himself on you, deepening the searing kiss, both hands on your hips, grounding you.

Yes.

You could definitely get used to this.

Masterlist

#astarion smut #astarion x female reader #astarion x tav #astarion x you #astarion x f!tav #astarion x reader #astarion x female tav #astarion x f!reader #astarion x mc #astarion scenario

[hannieehaee]

what we think abt sub!vernon cuz honestly i feel like he has a mommy kink and i can just imagine him whining and begging to cum 🫠

18+ / mdi

content: sub!vernon, sofdom!reader, afab reader, smut, nipple play (m receiving), blowjob, body worship, etc.

wc: 858

a/n: maybe a little tmi but i have both father and mother issues so i cant see myself writing anything related to mommy or daddy kink ... BUT i am a fan of sub!vernon so!

masterlist

vernon's always been a man of little words, someone who does not often react to things in the way one would usually expect a person to. this was, however, not the vernon you knew.

the vernon you knew was quite expressive – even to an embarrassing extent.

your vernon would always belly-laugh at your jokes. would always use an extensive vocabulary when it came to complimenting you. would always commentate on the movies you watched together. he'd never leave you wanting more.

especially in the bedroom.

in an almost effortless manner, you could render vernon into a whiney mess, whimpering at you to please touch him the way only you knew how to.

you'd start by undressing him while sensually exploring his lips with your tongue, heavy breaths being swallowed by one another. you'd feel him up in indecent ways, making him blush at how shameless you were in your desire for his body.

throughout all this, vernon would moan and pant against your lips, feeding you with silent pleas for more. you'd, of course, comply, fully unable to deny such a pretty boy of your touch.

your lips would explore every inch of his body, kissing at his neck while he asked for permission to please undress you – "wanna feel you too," he'd say. knowing the sight of your body alone could render him to his knees, you'd approve and even give him a little show of undressing yourself.

being fed by his whines, you'd go back to kissing your way down his body, making a lengthy stop to lick at his nipples in, barely even gracing them with your tongue. this would always, without a fault, get him to sheepishly beg you to kiss him properly – to suck and bite at his nipples until he cried. you'd do this with no complaint. using your mouth to nibble and pull at one of his sensitive buds while your fingers – wet from having had him suck on them earlier while kissing – made him gasp at the coolness of your touch as you pulled meanly at his bud. going back and forth between both, vernon would be in tears by the time you were satisfied.

your path downwards would continue, making a show of kissing down his happy trail, leaving your own trail of saliva as you licked your way down. tiny gasps could be heard from above, only inciting you into worshiping his body more and more.

you were used to his whines by now, begging you to "please hurry," and to "kiss him where he wanted you most." but the whines got even louder the closer you got to his most sensitive area.

you were not shy to leave red splotches of love bites all over his thighs, getting meaner by the second in the way you marked him as yours. you had already left your mark all through the length of his body, but his thighs were your favorite. all the plush and soft skin there was just waiting to be marked. traces from your previous love bites could still be seen there.

finally arriving at your final destination, you decided to have a bit more fun with the pretty boy laying under you, kitty-licking his slit as you made eyes at him. you could feel the vibration from his groans at your actions, which only made you wanna ruin him more.

his moans would fill the room as you slowly licked up and down every vein on his cock, going as slow as you possibly could in order to enjoy his cries longer. his arms would stay at his sides, though you could see the struggle he was going through at holding back from forcing his way into your mouth. he was always so good for you, making you inevitable reward him every time.

finally enveloping him in your mouth, you'd bob your head while you moaned against his cock, obsessed with his never-ending cries at the feeling. his words of praise would hit you where it ached the most.

"s-so good, oh fuck ..."

"mouth's so good, shit ... need to cum, please ..."

"'sso tight n' warm ... god, fuck. makin' me lose my mind ..."

"n-needa cum ... nedda feel your cunt- o-oh fuck ..."

you felt delirious at the pretty boy under you, becoming addicted to the way he begged for you; the way he was such a good boy for you.

you gave it your all, sucking and bobbing your head, suctioning around him and moaning against his cock up until the moment his orgasm hit him and he filled your mouth with his spunk.

once more, you'd make a show out of it, licking every drop that fell out of your mouth and even licking at the remnants still on his dick. you'd want nothing more than to keep sucking until he sobbed and begged at you to stop, but you'd save that for another day. for now all you wanted was to climb back up the length of his body and kiss his cum right into his mouth before kissing away all his tears and letting him know what a good boy he'd been for you.

#seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #svt fanfic #svt x reader #seventeen #seventeen imagine #svt #seventeen oneshot #seventeen smut #svt smut #vernon scenarios #vernon imagines #vernon fanfic #vernon x reader #vernon smut #hansol x reader #hansol imagines #hansol smut

[angelltheninth]

Vegeta brainrot lets goooo! Can you do number 19 with him? While he has his tail ofc cause what you said really got me thinkng.

Hmm, okay, okay, I see what you're saying Anon. I've got something for you.

Pairing: Vegeta x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, bondage (with tail), rough sex, dirty talk, biting, doggie, creampie, breeding kink

A/N: Him losing his tail is the biggest tragedy in the franchise, he was so hot with it. Every day I want it to come back.

19. “Don’t cover your mouth… I like hearing you.”

For the most part when you had sex Vegeta loved to manhandle you, bending your body in a position best fit to take his thick cock as deep as it was possible. But there were times where he let his hands stay in one place, in this case on your hips, and let his tail wrap around your wrists, rendering you unable to move as he pounded you from behind.

And why did he do this?

Well it was because he noticed you covering your mouth, getting in the way of him fully enjoying the moans you made, the pleasure he gave you, the absolutely sinful sounds you made while he fucked his cum into your womb.

"Stop that." He warned against your neck, his tongue smoothing over the bite he just made, licking up the blood that was dripping down. The soft yet strong tail wrapped around your wrist and pulled your hand away from your mouth, then around the other, holding them tight. "Don't cover your mouth... I like hearing you." He pushed them against the pillow right above your head.

In this position you were forced to bend your back downwards and push your ass further up, resulting in very loud slapping sounds every time he thrust his hips forward, "But Vegeta, I'm... so embaressed."

"Are you now? Whatever for?" He smiled against your ear as one of his hand made its way between your legs, expert fingers pressing over your clit, "From the sounds you're making I'd say you're really enjoying it. It's not just the sound either, the way you're squeezing my cock, so tight even with all my cum in you making it slippery."

"All your cum. There's already so much. If you keep it up I could-" You bit the inside of your cheek, fully knowing what saying the next words would do. The effect it had on the Prince.

Even without them Vegeta started fucking you faster, almost in a frenzy, almost making his cock feel like it was vibrating every time it hit inside of you. His cock might not but the fingers on your clit sure were, "Mhm. Why do you think I've insisted on giving you my seed every night? Did you forget my keen sense of smell? I can smell you're in the perfect time to be breed."

This was probably the closest you'll ever get to him admitting he loves you enough to have a family with you. With how cagey Vegeta can be with his feelings sometimes fucking them out is the only way he can express them towards you. Okay all the time, he needs to do it all the time.

"I want to hear every noise you make while I fuck a baby into you, pump you full of my cum. Moan for me, let your Prince hear you." His fangs returned to their previous spot, his teeth sinking in right in time with his fingers stilling completely on your clit and pressing your lower half towards his, a thick, warm flood of cum flowing into your pussy and womb.

"Please, please, yes, more, Vegeta!" Vegeta didn't need the encouragement but who was he kidding, his ego was stroked as often as his cock, so of course he loved hearing these things from you. "Yes, feels so good to be filled by you!"

By the time he was done he knew he made it, he got you pregnant, in just a few months time you'd begin showing, and you'll look so fucking pretty for your Prince.

#vegeta x reader #vegeta x you #vegeta smut #dbz x reader #dbz smut

[orchidsangel]

THE LENGTHS I’D GO FOR YOU (JASON TODD) [HOLIDAY BLURB]

notes/cw ~ GN!reader, fluff, thanksgiving, (title has been changed multiple times)

The frigid winter air seeps through your gloves, and into your hands, stiffening them more than before.         

It’s just above freezing, but it feels below, and you pull the collar of your thick coat further up your neck in an attempt to put the inevitable cold you’ll develop after tonight at bay.

Streetlights illuminate the sidewalk, but heavy downpour casts a shadow on the already dark city, rendering them useless; and you’re trudging through sludge in boots that had been sitting in storage for years, now noticing how not a single person was outside right now.

You should’ve taken notes.

The plate of food covered in cling wrap sits in one hand while your free hand alternates between tugging your scarf tighter around your neck and shielding your face against the harsh winds.

You might die out here.

You might die out in the worst snowstorm to hit Gotham in decades, all because that really cute boy you had met in the bookstore around a year ago said he hadn’t spent thanksgiving with anyone in ages.

Of course, he wasn’t just ‘that really cute boy you had met in the bookstore around a year ago’ anymore, now more so your boyfriend. 

But still.

You wouldn’t be doing this for anybody else.

Anybody.

You come upon the entrance to his apartment building, the awning covering enough sidewalk to leave room for a mostly clear path to the front door. Carefully, stepping out of the snow onto the pavement you walk up to the buzzer and ring for his apartment.

You have a key; you’ve had one for months; but your gloves won't allow you to maneuver it without difficulty and if you lose it in the snow, you might just give up right there and let the hypothermia take you. 

Rocking back on your heels, you awkwardly wait, hoping for Jason to be awake right now, lest you be forced to walk back home, which you could not do. You wouldn’t make it.

“Who?” 

The single word uttered through the intercom warms you up in a way no fire ever could; and you press the button swiftly to communicate a response.

“Hi.”

Silence.

“What the hell.” Followed by a buzzing sound, and the lock on the front door clicking open.

You pull at the door, which is heavy on a normal day but today specifically, under these circumstances, it feels like it weighs multiple tons.

Still, your arms—weak from the frost induced exhaustion—manage to pry it open and you slip inside to the much warmer interior, reveling in the heat only for a second, before hastily make your way to the elevator and up towards the floor on which Jason lives.

A ding indicates you’ve arrived, and when the doors open you quicken your pace, excited to see his smile when he sees your frostbitten face. Instead, when he cracks open the door, you’re met with a, “there’s something seriously wrong with you.”

“I’m sorry I love you.” You say, feigning sadness, and contorting your mouth into a pout; you tilt your head to the side and give him the sweetest puppy dog eyes you can muster.

“This isn’t love.” He says, opening the door fully, allowing you space to move inside. “It’s insanity,” but he still takes the plate out of your hands and helps remove your jacket.

You stand still as he unwraps the scarf from your neck and removes the hat and gloves from your hands and head, carefully placing them flat on a surface so that they can dry evenly.

When he turns back around to face you, he sighs, “come here.” He says, opening his arms; and you accept the invitation, closing the gap between you and letting him wrap his arms around you in a tight hug.

“You’re cold as shit.”

“I know,” you sigh into his chest, eyes closed, leaning into his warm embrace.

“You were out there for a while huh?” 

You could feel the vibrations from his voice as he spoke into the top of your head asking questions while you responded with half assed answers, more focused on how much more comforting he is than the harsh weather outside.

“What if something had happened?”

“You would’ve saved me.”

“How could I save you if I didn’t know you were coming?”

“Sixth sense.”

“I don’t have one of those.”

“No, but you could develop one.”

“For what?”

“For me.”

“Ah ok, I see,” he slides his hands up and down your back, breathing in the smell of your shampoo. “Well until I develop that sixth sense, don’t go walking around in snowstorms without giving me a heads up. I can’t save you if I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing.”

Finally letting go, he pulls back to look at your face, “you are so lucky I like you.” 

“You fucking love me.”

All he does is grunt in response, but you can see that familiar shadow of a smile that always seems to be there when you’re with him.

He picks up the plate which had been previously left on some table and examines its contents. “Your cooking?” He says looking at you with a raised brow.

You roll your eyes, “my mom’s.”

He nods his head silently and unwraps the food, placing it in the microwave and setting a timer for it to heat up. 

“You weren’t gonna eat it if it was mine huh?”

“Nope.”

“Good to know."

#divider by cafekitsune #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd fic #jason todd imagine #red hood x reader #red hood imagine #jason todd i’ll love you forever #jason todd fluff

[cre8inghavoc]

What are friends for?

PT. 9

Status: ongoing!!

Updates: no set date.

WC: 5462

Pairing: megumi fushiguro x FEM!reader

Genre/Warnings:[18+] Characters are aged up. This story contains toxic boyfriend, cursing, name calling, self-doubt/hate, angst, breaking up, post-breakup, alcohol, drug use, drunk moments, new friends, dating!au, college!au, no curses!au, dark humour, dark jokes. SMAU. Smut.

Recap:

Megumi’s grip on your waist tightens slightly, eliciting yet another moan from you, making him smirk against your lips. “Missed that fucking voice of yours,” he murmurs in a deeper tone, sending a wave of heat coursing through your body once again. His words, dripping with desire, only serve to fuel the flames of passion between you, leaving you both consumed by the intoxicating heat of the moment.

| [18+] CONTENT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! |

Megumi's hand remains on your waist, as the other is against the wall beside you, offering a sense of grounding as you're pressed against the wall. He breaks the kiss, his gaze capturing your breathless anticipation, and a smirk plays on his lips as he observes your flushed cheeks.

“What are you looking at…” you murmur, feeling a flush of embarrassment as his gaze lingers on you, prompting you to avert your gaze.

"You look so beautiful," he responds, his voice carrying a hint of amusement, which only adds to your embarrassment.

You accidentally glanced down and remembered he wasn't wearing a shirt, which made your face turn even more red as you found yourself staring at his abs. Quickly, you looked away, but he had already noticed. You blurted out, "Put a shirt on," unable to conceal your flustered state.

He teases, "Don't like what you see?"

“What- no! I mean yes…Wait- I mean-” Your response fumbles in a mix of confusion, leaving you feeling even more awkward, a reaction that seems to amuse him.

"Look at me," he softly commands, gently holding your chin and guiding your gaze to meet his.

"Do I make you nervous, angel?" he asks with a touch of cockiness, though his effect on you is undeniable, rendering you momentarily speechless. You part your lips, about to say something, but nothing comes out. His thumb grazes over your bottom lip, intensifying your nervousness.

How cute he thinks to himself, unable to contain a small chuckle.

He leans in, tilting your chin up higher. His lips graze over yours, not fully connecting, but his grin widens at the sight of your increased breathing all because of him. Then, finally, he meets your lips. The kiss starts gently but quickly escalates, fueled by desire and an unspoken connection between you. His touch grows bolder, hands trailing down your body as he effortlessly lifts you, the wall also supporting you. Subconsciously, you wrap your legs around his waist, drawing him closer as the intensity of the kiss deepens, lost in the moment with him.

"Tell me what you want, angel," he prompts, his voice a soft murmur against your lips.

"You... I want you, Gumi," you confess, the nickname slipping out naturally, and the impact it has on him is palpable, a low groan escaping his lips.

Unable to resist any longer, he carries you to his bed, gently laying you down with one hand supporting your head and the other resting firmly on your ass. The passion between you only grows stronger as you continue to explore each other's desires, lost in the heat of the moment.

He leans down towards your neck, and you instinctively tilt your head to the side, granting him better access. Your hands find their way to his undercut, your fingers threading through his locks. As his lips meet your neck, kissing it tenderly, he searches for that sweet spot you adore. With the third kiss, you can't help but let out a soft moan, signaling to him that he's found it. Encouraged, he begins to suck gently on your skin, but then increases the pressure, teasing you with a mix of pain and pleasure, causing your moans to grow louder in response.

And what you were wearing drove him wild — a cute white tennis skirt paired with a black tank top — but it was the sound of your voice when you moaned that truly sent him over the edge. Without realizing it, his hand found its way to rest on your thigh, and he noticed how you subtly opened your legs, silently urging him to continue. He knew exactly what you wanted. As his kisses trailed from your neck down to your collarbone, his hand on your thigh ventured higher and higher. With a gentle graze, his hand brushed over your soaking core, eliciting a gasp from you. He relished in the sound, knowing he was driving you wild. 

"Damn angel... already so wet for me, huh?" he chuckles, his hand tracing over your clothed core.

"Fuckkkk... you drive me insane," he groans softly, his gaze shifting down to your legs.

The way his touch teased your core made you ache with need, your body yearning for more sensation.

"Pl-please..." you whimper out, feeling the desperate desire building within you. 

He chuckles at your response, his smirk igniting a fire within you. "Please what, angel?" he taunts, his voice dripping with anticipation. 

"I need you..." you respond, your voice barely above a whisper, laden with longing. 

"Yeah?" he smirks back at you, his gaze smoldering. 

"Need you so bad... please," you plead, arching your back as you feel his hand gripping the waistband of your skirt, your heart racing with excitement.

He can't resist any longer, the desire for you consuming him completely. The bulge in his pants grows, a physical manifestation of his longing, and it's becoming increasingly difficult for him to hold back. Both of you know you shouldn't be doing this, but the allure of each other is irresistible, a forbidden temptation that feels so wrong yet so undeniably right. However, amidst the rush of passion, your mind races with worry. What if Toge and Itadori return home any minute now and catch you in the act?

"We shouldn't... they'll be back any minute now..." you say to Megumi, your voice tinged with nervousness, yet your body betrays your words, silently pleading for him not to stop.

He continues to lower your skirt, his movements deliberate and unhurried. With gentle precision, he slides it down your ankle, slipping it off your legs and letting it fall to the floor. "Yeah... we shouldn't..." he says, knowing full well that neither of you truly want to stop.

His hand returns to your thighs, applying gentle pressure as he slowly traces his way back up towards the lace of your panties, his eyes never leaving yours. With a deliberate motion, he places his hand over your clothed clit, his fingers starting a slow, circular movement. The sensation rushes through you, igniting every nerve ending as pleasure courses through the fabric, making you moan louder with each delicate touch.

He's utterly captivated by the sight of you in ecstasy—your eyes squinting low, mouth agape over heavy breaths of pleasure, face and chest flushed red, your chest rising and falling with each gasp. Your sheer enjoyment fuels his own, and he revels in every moment of it. Unable to resist any longer, he crashes his lips onto yours for a fleeting moment before swiftly dropping to his knees off the edge of the bed, a determined gleam in his eyes. As you sit up, confusion etched on your face, he takes hold of your legs and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed.

“Megumi what are youUu~AhHHhH" you start to question Megumi's actions, but your words dissolve into a gasp of pleasure as you feel him move your panties aside and his mouth quickly latches onto your swollen clit, sending waves of sensation coursing through your body.

He dives into you eagerly, his mouth sloppy with the way he devours your pussy, his chin and mouth glistening with your arousal. It feels better than you ever imagined, and you can't help but moan as he picks up the pace.

"Gumi, fuck—!" you moan, and he can't help but throb at the nickname you've given him. He adores the way you say it, relishing in the fact that he's the one bringing you such pleasure. With skillful movements, he continues to lap at your clit, knowing you're getting close from the way your breath hitches and your hips begin to grind against his mouth. The sight of you chasing your high only spurs him on, making him even harder.

As you start to moan more desperately, he inserts two fingers into your tight hole, eliciting another wave of pleasure from you. "Fuck, you're so tight, angel," he murmurs, his fingers curling inside you to hit your sweet spot.

“Shittt, right there! Yes!” 

You're on the edge, feeling the familiar sensation building up, when suddenly you hear the front door of the house open. Panic grips you as you realize Itadori and Toge are back, and you try to push Megumi away, thinking he didn't hear.

But he doesn't budge. "Megumi, Itadori and Toge are back," you say, your voice trembling with fear of being caught.

"Don't care," he replies, undeterred, as he continues to fuck his fingers into you, his movements relentless. Your head falls back, overwhelmed by the sensation, as a surge of adrenaline and excitement courses through you. The thought of your other friends being home while you and Megumi share this intimate moment in his bedroom only adds to the thrill of the encounter.

As the sensation intensifies, you can only manage to gasp out, "Fuck, Gumi... what if they hear?"

"Then you'll just have to be a little quieter, angel," he replies with a smirk, his fingers working faster against your sweet spot as he continues to pleasure you. His other hand moves up to your mouth.

"Open," he demands, and just the way he says it sends a shiver down your spine, making you even wetter than before. You comply, parting your lips as he inserts his thumb into your mouth, applying gentle pressure on your tongue to keep you quiet. In response, you instinctively suck on his thumb, eliciting a groan from him in surprise and arousal. He hadn't expected your eager response, imagining all the other things you could do with your mouth.

The vibration from his groan sends an electric wave through you, causing you to involuntarily clutch around his fingers as you edge closer to your release.

“M’ close," you practically whimper.

"I know, angel," he responds, picking up the pace and sucking on your bud, causing you to instinctively close your mouth around his thumb to muffle your cries of pleasure. But Megumi has other plans, as he gently removes his finger from your mouth and takes your free hand, interlocking your fingers together and guiding your hand to the bed beside you.

"I changed my mind, I want to hear you when you cum all over my face," he instructs, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

And with that, you can't hold back any longer. You succumb to the pleasure, your essence coating his mouth and fingers as you come undone. You moan out his name, and he smirks, loving the sight of your blissed-out expression. You’re absolutely perfect for him.

Megumi withdraws his fingers, allowing you a moment to catch your breath. He then brings his slick-coated fingers to his mouth, sucking on them with a low murmur. "I knew you tasted so fucking good," he whispers, his voice still sending a thrill down your spine. You can't help but respond with a lazy smile, basking in the afterglow of your shared passion.

But your moment of bliss is shattered when you hear Itadori call out your name from downstairs, causing panic to surge within you. With a sense of urgency, you scramble to put on your skirt, but you struggle with the fabric. Then, a knock on Megumi's door interrupts you.

"Megumi, have you seen y/n?" Itadori's voice carries concern, and you exchange a panicked glance with Megumi, whispering urgently, "Fuck, Megumi, what do I do?"

Megumi maintains his composure, gesturing towards his washroom and whispering back, "Go to the bathroom and close the door, okay? Don't panic, angel," he reassures you with a gentle kiss on your forehead. You take his advice, rushing to the bathroom and closing the door quietly.

Meanwhile, Megumi opens the door halfway to face Itadori. "What do you want?" he asks, his tone cool and collected.

"Have you seen y/n? She said she was gonna wait for us to get back from the pizza place, but I can't find her, and she's not answering her phone," Itadori explains, his concern evident.

"Nope, haven't seen her," Megumi responds coldly.

"She didn't ask you what you wanted to eat?" Itadori questions, puzzled by the situation.

"No, haven't talked to her," 

"Oh, alright, thanks! If you do want anything to eat, we brought some extra, so you can have some if you want," Itadori offers, a smile on his face.

"Okay, thanks," Megumi accepts politely before closing the door, leaving you hidden in the bathroom, relieved yet still anxious about being discovered.

As you hear the door close, you step out of the bathroom slowly, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. Walking towards Megumi, you wrap your arm around his neck, pulling him into a sweet kiss while giggling softly against his lips. With a playful tug, you pull him onto the bed, slipping underneath him as he falls on top of you. One of his hands instinctively finds your waist as the other is placed on the bed beside you, his lips meeting yours eagerly as he's caught off guard by your sudden actions.

Your laughter fills the room, and Megumi can't help but smile in response, reveling in the sound of your joy. Your smile, your laughter—every sight of you fills him with a profound sense of affection and admiration. He knows he's lucky to have you, and at this moment, he wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

You both share a moment of silent admiration, both lost in the other's gaze. Finally, you break the silence, “I didn't even get to return the favor yet.” Your hand trails down his chest until you reach his pants, where you teasingly graze the bulge within, prompting a soft groan to escape his lips as his eyes follow your every movement. With a mischievous smirk, he seizes both of your hands, pinning them down onto the bed.

"As much as I'd love that, beautiful, I think it's better if you make your way back to your friends before they worry more," he explains, his tone gentle yet firm. You pout at his response, protesting, "But it's not fair!"

The truth is, he's yearning for your touch, craving the sensation of your hands on him. But deep down, he knows that if he gives in to that desire, he won't be able to hold back from plunging his hard cock into your tight, warm pussy. It's an overwhelming temptation, one he struggles to resist because you have no idea of the profound effect you have on him. How incredibly hot you sound when his name escapes your lips or when you stifle a moan by biting down on your lower lip. The way you become flushed and wet from just a heated kiss, or how the mere sight of you makes his dick hard. It's not just your physical allure, though—the way you walk with confidence, the casual way you run your hands through your hair while studying, or the nervous habit of biting your lips. Even the simplest actions, like sipping from a straw, send his mind spiraling with desire.

He simply smiles before placing a soft kiss on your cheek. "Trust me, making you feel good satisfies me," he reassures you. Rising from the bed, he takes your hand to help you up.

He imagines your small hands wrapping around his length, stroking his hard cock while you kneel before him, your eyes pleading with desperation as you look up at him. He can almost feel the sensation of your mouth around his tip, sucking gently before taking him deeper, your head bobbing back and forth in a rhythm that drives him wild–

"How do I play it off though...? Do we act normal now? Should we act normal?! But then they'll ask what happened, how do we explain to them that this happened... Do we keep acting like we don't like each other?" You cut through his thoughts with your rambling, your confusion palpable as you struggle to figure out how to act in front of your friends now.

"You don't want to make them suspicious now, do you?" Maybe for now, let's just continue acting like we still don't like each other in front of them until we figure this out, okay?" he adds, his cocky grin making an appearance once again as he’s brushing a piece of hair behind your ear and tilting your head up to meet his gaze. 

"Yeah, that's okay with me! Should I go back down now?" you inquire.

He nods, and you open the door to his bedroom slowly, trying not to make too much noise. As you prepare to rejoin your friends, you wonder what to tell them.

“What do I say if they ask where I went.”

"That's where you improvise, angel," he winks at you, and you playfully roll your eyes before making your way downstairs to your friends.

"Y/n! Where the hell were you? We looked everywhere for you, and we even asked Megumi if he'd seen you, but apparently you didn't even ask him about the food?" Itadori questions, his confusion evident as he munches on a slice of pizza.

"Yeah, and your phone was either off or you were just ignoring us," Toge adds, also enjoying a slice.

"Sorry, guys. I went to the bathroom before you two got here, and I left my phone down here," you quickly come up with an excuse.

"But why didn't you answer us when we called out your name?" Itadori presses.

"I'm not gonna lie, I didn't even hear you at all," you giggle softly, trying to deflect the question.

"Oh, well alright! We got the food, you want to eat?" Toge offers.

"Yep! I’m hungryyy," you reply eagerly, taking a seat beside them and grabbing a slice. After a few minutes, you hear someone coming down the stairs but don't look.

"Wait, why didn't you ask Megumi what he wanted? We literally waited there an extra 10 minutes for you to call us," Toge asks, his curiosity piqued.

"Oh, uh..." You scramble to come up with an explanation before they catch onto your hesitation. "You know, we aren't really talking right now... You saw how he ignored me earlier when I said hi to him... so I got scared and just couldn't do it." Of course you lie. While you were nervous about asking him, you're not one to back away. The truth is, you did ask him, and it led to him plunging his fingers deep into your pussy while his tongue worked wonders on your clit until you came hard, coating his face with your essence. Just the memory of it makes you get wet again at the mere thought.

"Speak of the devil, Megumi, do you want some?" Itadori asks, and you steal a glance at Megumi. He meets your gaze with his usual expression, and you quickly look away, feeling flustered. Megumi then responds to Itadori, "Sure."

You find yourself sitting in between Itadori and Toge, Megumi seated on the other side of Itadori. As you all sit in the living room, enjoying the food and the show playing on the TV, your thoughts keep drifting back to the earlier encounter with Megumi. It's evident that he's finding it just as difficult to focus on the screen, as you catch him stealing glances at you a few times, his gaze lingering longer than necessary. The intensity of his looks leaves you feeling uneasy, especially with your two friends seated right beside you. You can't shake the nervousness that creeps in, knowing they could glance over at any moment and catch the silent exchange between you and Megumi.

But fuck it’s hard…

It's hard to tear my gaze away when every time I look at him, I'm flooded with happiness and maybe a little wetness in my panties... I mean, how could I not when he's sitting there looking so damn hot in his white tee shirt and black shorts? If Itadori and Toge weren't here right now, I'd probably already be sitting on his lap, kissing his soft lips, my hand trailing down his chest towards the waistband of his pants... Slowly biting his bottom lip as I slip my hand under his waistband and then–

"Y/n!" Itadori's voice cuts through your thoughts, snapping you back to reality. You realize he had called your name twice before, but you were so lost in your fantasies that you didn't even hear him at all. The sudden attention from Megumi and Toge makes your cheeks flush red with embarrassment.

"Huh?" you respond, turning to face Itadori.

"I said, do you want to sleep over tonight since it's Friday and all your friends are gonna be here?" he repeats.

Confused, you turn to Toge for clarification. "Oh, I forgot to mention it to her. Yeah, Yuta, Maki, and I are sleeping here tonight because we're going out to the club. You want to join?"

"Oh... yeah, sure. I have nothing better to do anyway," you reply, turning back to Itadori. Your gaze briefly flickers to Megumi for a split second before returning to Itadori.

Itadori turns to look at Megumi, a hopeful expression on his face. "You want to come too?" he asks, silently urging him to agree.

But Megumi shakes his head. "Nah, it's all good. I'll stay home," he replies, his tone final.

Disappointment washes over you as you had hoped he would agree to come along. Itadori tries to convince him, insisting that it'll be fun, but Megumi remains steadfast in his decision.

"It's not my type of thing, sorry," he explains as he rises from the couch and makes his way back upstairs. "I'll be in my room if you need me," he adds before disappearing into his room, leaving you feeling a bit disheartened by his refusal to join.

As you watch Megumi leave, a pang of disappointment washes over you. Why didn't he want to stay down here with all of you? Or go to the club? But then again, if he did, wouldn't it seem suspicious? After all, he's not one for parties or clubs, preferring solitude or minimal disturbance most of the time. 

Shrugging off the feeling, you decide to maintain the facade of indifference. "What time are we going to the club anyway?" you ask, diverting the conversation.

"11pm," they both reply simultaneously, their voices in perfect unison.

“I don't have anything to wear–”

“Yutas still home, you want me to ask him to bring you something?” Toge asks.

“Yes please! Tell him to bring my black dress, it's all the way on to the left side in my closet.”

“Gotcha, he said he'll be here in 30 so we can leave in an hour once you're ready.” Toge says to you.

“Okay fine with me”

You three continued watching the show until Yuta arrived, prompting you to hurry upstairs to change your clothes. Once you were all ready, you left for the club and met up with Nobara and Maki, who were already waiting for you. As you entered, you found them sitting at a booth, surrounded by shot glasses and other drinks.

"Where's Megumi?" Maki shouted over the loud music.

"He didn't want to come," Itadori shouted back.

"Typical Megumi," Nobara rolled her eyes. "Come sit and take shots with us," she urged.

You all settled into the booth, quickly downing shots of whiskey as the bartender kept bringing more. It was as if you were drinking water, the shots disappearing almost as soon as they were poured. 

As the alcohol flooded your system, thoughts of Megumi began to consume your mind with each shot. Memories of the last time you two were here together, him escorting you back to your place, clouded your mind. But what truly weighed on you was the fact that he wasn't here now. Not here with you, not with all your friends and his, enjoying the pulsating music, the colorful beaming lights, and the lively atmosphere of the club. People danced on the floor, indulged in shots, and revealed in the moment.

Yet, despite the fun atmosphere, you couldn't shake the feeling of his absence. Your friends noticed the change in your demeanor, the sadness and distraction etched on your face as you dwelled on his absence a little too much.

"Not drunk enough yet, huh?" Maki nudged you playfully, and you chuckled in response as she passed you a few more shots.

Downing three shots in quick succession, you felt the effects of the alcohol kicking in, numbing your thoughts, including those of Megumi. In fact, you were getting drunk to the point where thinking wasn't really on the agenda anymore.

As your friends got up to hit the dance floor, you joined in, enjoying the music and the company. Dancing with Maki and Nobara was a blast until they got lost in each other's lips, leaving you with Toge, Itadori, and Yuta. Until Yuta and Toge left to get more shots, leaving you alone with Itadori.

Itadori leaned in close to ask how you were feeling. "I feel good! You?" you replied, giggling a bit.

"Good as well," he answered before his gaze flickered to a spot on your neck as he moved your hair aside. "Is that a hic–" he started to question.

Panic surged through you as you realized what he was referring to—the hickey that Megumi had left on your neck. Thinking quickly, you blurted out, "I burned myself when I was curling my hair this morning."

Thankfully, you had actually curled your hair, a stroke of luck that saved you from further scrutiny. Itadori, oblivious as ever, didn't press further, and you breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for his lack of curiosity in this particular moment.

You both laugh and continue to dance, the night passing by in a blur of music and movement. It feels like hours have gone by, with no sign of anyone wanting to call it a night. The others keep shuttling between the bar and the dance floor, their energy seemingly boundless.

However, you decide to pace yourself, opting not to drink anymore for the rest of the night. You're wary of the possibility of embarrassing yourself or accidentally revealing something about you and Megumi if questioned. You know that if you continue drinking, you might lose control over your words and actions, and that's a risk you're not willing to take.

As the night wears on, the crowded club starts to feel suffocating. The pulsing music and throngs of people dancing only add to your discomfort, so you decide to take a break and head to the bathroom. After splashing some water on your face, you step outside, hoping for a moment of respite.

However, in your haste, you accidentally bump into someone in front of you. "Ow, fuck, sorry! I didn't see you," you apologize, looking up to meet their gaze, only to be met with familiar dark blue eyes and a voice that sends shivers through you. 

"It's alright, angel," he replies, that smirk you know so well playing on his lips. 

"Megumi?! What are you doing here?" you ask, confusion evident in your voice, but he simply smirks more and pulls you back into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

"Megs... What are you doing?" you inquire, your confusion evident in your tone as you try to make sense of his sudden behavior.

“Do you have any idea how damn hard it is to keep you out of my mind?” He growls, his voice low and intense as he closes the distance between you, causing you to instinctively take a step back, startled by his sudden actions.

“What's going on?” 

"Fuck Y/n…You have no idea what you do to me," he admits, his voice rough with need, his eyes dark with longing as he leans in closer, pinning you against the wall again as his breath hot against your skin.

“Megumi…” 

"No. Don't call me that..." His voice drips with desire as he speaks in a low, commanding tone. 

"What?" you respond, puzzled by his sudden shift in demeanor. 

"You know exactly what. Say it," he demands.

You pause, uncertain of what he's asking for. 

"Say it," he repeats, his tone growing more forceful as he moves one hand to your waist, exerting pressure, while the other grabs both of your wrists and pins them above your head. Caught off guard by his sudden aggression, you feel a rush of arousal flooding through you.

"Gumi..." you mutter out, feeling yourself get more wet at the possessive tone in his voice.

"That's my fucking girl," he declares, his words sending a thrill through you. Before you can react, he leans in hastily, capturing your lips with a hunger that leaves you breathless. The realization that he's claiming you as his own sends a wave of weakness through you, weakening your knees as you succumb to the intensity of his desire.

Before you realize it, his hand that was on your waist moves away, and he brings it to your mouth. "Open, baby," he urges, his voice urgent, and you comply without hesitation. As you open your mouth, he inserts his ring and middle finger. "Suck it," he commands again, his tone aggressive, but you obey willingly, sucking on them eagerly, coating his fingers with your saliva while meeting his gaze with a mixture of desire and submission.

His demanding demeanor only heightens your arousal, causing you to rub your legs together in an attempt to ease the growing ache between your thighs. As his fingers become coated with your saliva, he withdraws them from your mouth and swiftly moves his hand under your dress. With a sense of urgency, he pushes your panties to the side and plunges his fingers into your tight hole, eliciting a loud moan from you.

Quickly, he crashes his lips onto yours again, muffling your sounds of pleasure as he continues to finger you with fervor, his actions driven by a primal need to satisfy both of your desires.

"F-Fuck, Gumiii," you moan out, breaking the kiss as your head leans into the crook of his neck, your breath hot against his skin.

"You're clutching hard on my fingers, baby," he groans from the sensation. “Fuckkk, I love how wet you get for me, angel.”

Your moans echo through the room, a symphony of pleasure as his fingers expertly stroke your most sensitive spots. The way he curves his fingers hits your g-spot just right, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through your body. Your breath grows heavier, each exhale a testament to the building tension within you.

"Oh God! Gumi, right there, please don't stop," you plead, feeling the waves of pleasure crashing over you with each movement of his hand. He responds with a guttural groan, his desire evident in the way he continues to drive you towards the edge.

"You want to cum all over my fingers, don't you?" he teases, his voice laced with arousal. All you can manage is a breathless affirmation as he picks up the pace, pushing you closer and closer to the brink of release.

"Come on, baby, tell me how much you want it," he teases, his fingers slowing their pace, drawing out your anticipation. 

"Fuck!" you exclaim, frustration evident in your voice as he toys with you. "Gumi, please don't tease! I need it."

He smirks, his gaze dark and hungry. "Need what, baby?" 

"I need it! I need you, please continue!" you beg, the urgency in your voice palpable.

"Yeah?" he teases, his fingers picking up speed once again. "How bad?"

"So bad!" you cry out, your body tensing around his fingers in anticipation of the release you crave.

"Fuck, you're so close, angel," he growls, his own desire matching yours as he continues to drive you towards ecstasy.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" you moan, your voice filled with urgency as you near the edge of climax. The sensation is so intense that you instinctively bite down on Megumi's shoulder, seeking some anchor amidst the overwhelming pleasure.

"M’ gonna cum!" you announce, your breath ragged with need.

"Just let go for me, baby," he urges, his voice husky with desire.

In response, your head flies back, your eyes rolling back in bliss as the intense orgasm washes over you, leaving you trembling in its wake. Megumi continues to move his fingers inside you, prolonging the sensation until you can't take it anymore. He smirks at your euphoric expression, relishing in the power he holds over you.

But before you can fully come down from your high, someone starts knocking on the bathroom door, jolting you back to reality. Your eyes widen in alarm, realizing the precarious situation you're in.

Okay hear me out... I originally wasn't going to make this series include any smuts but as I continued to write the story I just couldn't stop thinking about it... so here we are...

I will be including more smut scenes in the next following parts when I want to... so do what you will with that information.

But I hope you enjoyed :)

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62. Convergence

Chapter 62 of Too Wise to Woo Peaceably

It was patient urgency. 

It was impatient restraint.

It was being in the eye of a hurricane; everything moving overwhelmingly fast and not at all.

Aziraphale had been stationed on Earth for thousands of years. He had existed for aeons. He had learned so much in that time, experienced so much in that time. He had lived, and felt, and enjoyed, and in the entirety of that duration, in all of those years, in everything he had felt, there had been nothing - nothing - like this.

And had he ever expected to be here?

No, of course not. An angel and a demon, hereditary enemies, digging a grave for their mandated conflict and burying it deep - six millennia under - beneath the comforting weight of friendship, and longing, and care, and love.

And had he ever dreamed of being here?

Yes. Oh, yes.

In private. In secret. Ever since the kiss in the bookshop he had dreamed of it, and he had folded and folded those dreams until they were hardened squares, folded them tiny and tight so he could tuck them away, wedge them between his memories, and pretend they were never there at all.

And now...

His focus was sharp with greed, his entire being overwhelmed by a hunger that yearned to taste the specifics of the moment, that longed to savour them, swallow them down, keep each one somewhere safe and secret and sacred, keep them guarded in his heart, in the back of his skull, in the marrow of his bones. 

The damp hair curling against Crowley’s temple.

His pupils, fully dilated, obsidian surrounded by molten gold.

The pulse visibly drumming against his skin.

The sound of rasping breaths being dragged in and out, rough with want.

Aziraphale was pinned beneath Crowley’s angular frame but he felt as if he might be floating, actually, and his heart was in his throat, and he was vaguely aware that it shouldn’t be there, shouldn’t be lodged in his airway making him feel like he might choke, like he might be smothered by the intensity of the love he was feeling, but he couldn’t do anything about it. It was stuck fast. 

He pulled his hands from Crowley’s to place them tentatively on his waist, and ran them up his sides and over his back. Crowley shook and closed his eyes, pressing his forehead into the curve where Aziraphale’s neck met his shoulder, and Aziraphale lightly dragged his fingernails down and back up the former demon’s back, reveling in every twitch and shudder. 

He wanted nothing more than to wrap Crowley in a tight embrace. He wanted to pull him in and hug him to his chest, cradle his head against his heartbeat, let him hear it repeated and repeated and repeated - I love you I love you I love you - until it sank into his skin, until the truth of it was a part of him, until it eased every harm he had ever done, soothed every hurt he had ever inflicted, as he stroked his hair and kissed his eyelids and drowned them both in the downpour of everything he had ever held back in his denial.

But he thought that would be too close to a feeling of restraint to be welcome, so he kept his arms loose and his hands soft and his touch gentle.

And he trembled with the effort of it.

A ferocious, rocketing need was burning through his body, his nerve endings sizzling and catching alight where Crowley’s fingers grazed his skin, and the small fragment of his mind that was still able to formulate thoughts was picturing the Rod of Asclepius. 

It was picturing the Rod of Asclepius and wondering if - in some other telling, in some other rendering - the staff might perhaps have been a flaming sword.

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Crowley was… surprised.

He was surprised he wasn't smoking at the edges where his thighs pressed against Aziraphale's.

He was surprised at how easy it felt, this thing that had seemed impossible for so long.

He was surprised he hadn't discorporated from pure pleasure.

He was surprised to be here at all.

He was… surprised.

Aziraphale was touching him. Really, purposefully, intentionally touching him. He was touching his sides, running his nails lightly down his back, and Crowley felt the gentle rake of them like forked lightning down either side of his spine.

And had he ever expected to be here?

No, no. Fuck no, he hadn't expected it but-

And had he ever dreamt of being here?

Yes. No. Not here exactly. For a demon with a banked love that had spanned thousands and thousands of years, his dreams had been embarrassingly chaste. Usually, they were companionable silences; an angel and a demon enjoying a quiet evening together, one having a cup of tea, the other having a glass of wine, nothing to see here, only two peaceful beings and an appalling, enveloping love.

Sometimes they were alternate endings, rewrites of bitter memories or hurtful phrases, doors pried open by his imagination when in reality they'd been slammed shut. Dreams of-

"I don't even like you!"

"You dooooo!"

"....I do”

And dreams of-

“We could… I don't know. Go for a picnic. Dine at the Ritz.“

“I'll give you a lift. Anywhere you want to go.”

“... Alright. Take me to yours.”

And dreams of-

“I don't think my side would like that.”

“You don't have a side anymore. Neither of us do. We're on our own side.”

“... I like the sound of that, actually.”

And of course, dreams of- 

“We can make a difference!”

“...You can't leave this bookshop.”

“Oh, Crowley… Perhaps I could leave the bookshop, but not you. Never you.”

… And other romantic, frothy nonsense concocted by a tired mind sick to the teeth of pretending; it had used his moments of rest to jettison futile thoughts in order to keep him moving, like sandbags thrown overboard to keep a balloon in the air. They never went anywhere, but they were enough. Sometimes, in his wildest dreams, Aziraphale might make a tiny move towards him, might tilt his body, might do something Crowley would interpret as intent, something that would lead him to think of leaning in for a kiss... And he would wake up instantly to find himself on the ceiling, sweaty, flustered, and too agitated to see the angel again for at least a couple of months.

So being here, now, was not exactly a dream come true.

He’d never been insolent enough to dream of this. 

This was much, much more. Much��more. He put both hands out for it, a prayer from a fervent believer. He was tongue-tied, words of devotion caught behind his teeth, and he had burned so many times - in sulfur, in hellfire, in the Bentley after speeding through a blazing M25 - but he had never burned like this.

This was a delicious, heavy smoulder. It made him want to melt into Aziraphale completely, made him want to wrap around him like a serpent basking on a rock, basking on his rock, and wasn’t that just the most romantic frothy nonsense? Only this was no dream, this was happening, wasn't it? This was real.

Aziraphale’s movements were careful, and gentle, and steady, and Crowley felt his touch and thought of reach out your hand and put it on my side. 

He felt his kiss and thought of stop doubting and believe.

And he did.

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Aziraphale allowed Crowley to tug him to his feet.

“Feeling better then, are we?” He said, arching an eyebrow at Crowley’s improved stability.

“Much,” said Crowley, stealing a kiss.

“You could barely walk earlier-”

“Angelic kisses must have restorative properties,” said Crowley, grinning, and their feet tangled as they stumbled across the carpet, Crowley unbuttoning Aziraphale's shirt as they went, bending to press dutiful kisses at each point of skin revealed. Aziraphale sighed happily and allowed himself to be gently pushed back onto the bed, into a pile of blankets and pillows and cushions so deep he was almost buried in them. He laughed as he tossed some to the floor, the laugh dying in his throat as Crowley pulled off his top, the black one with the thin yellow stripes, and stood at the foot of the bed looking long and lean and angular. 

Of course Crowley had been bare-chested after the rescue from Heaven, but everything had been so awful then, and there had been so much pain, so much hurt, it hadn’t mattered, hadn’t even been a consideration. But now… 

He stood there, any lingering pain pushed aside, his torso marked with pale lines and raised carvings, his bruises splashes of indecent colour on an otherwise pale canvas. He looked brave. He looked alive. And, well, Aziraphale thought it was probably a good thing he’d been a demon really because he was spectacular, and it must be sinful to look quite so tempting.

Crowley dropped the black fabric on the floor and Aziraphale must have been doing something with his face because when Crowley looked up and caught his expression he froze, his pupils contracting slightly, his jaw tightening.

“What? Should I not have-?” There was uncertainty in his voice, fear that he had overstepped, a hollow echo of you go too fast for me hanging in the air between them, and his shoulders hunched inward, the hollows at his collarbones becoming more pronounced with the movement. He tilted his chin up in a gesture of defiance even as he looked down at Aziraphale with a chastened expression, an oxymoron made flesh.

Aziraphale propped himself up on his elbows and smiled at him, and he tried to pour everything into it - his admiration, his wonder, his desire, his fascination, his joy - and he hoped Crowley could see it, wondered if he could feel it radiating off him in helpless waves. 

He certainly must have seen something, because his jaw and shoulders relaxed, and one corner of his mouth kicked up into a fraction of a smile, and he came forward to kneel on the edge of the bed, falling forward over Aziraphale, bracketing his shoulders with his arms. He looked down at him, his hair falling forward on his forehead, his eyes wide and imploring. 

“Yeah?” Crowley said, and the word was almost-shy, packed dense with apprehension and hope.

Puppy dog eyes thought Aziraphale, and a hysterical giggle almost bubbled out around the heart in his throat. Not puppy dog eyes at all. Serpent eyes. Beautiful, adoring, hopeful serpent eyes.

He cupped Crowley’s face in his hands in such a gentle hold that he was barely touching him. “You are magnificent.”

Crowley didn’t flinch at the touch, but he flinched at the comment, a reflexive recoil, and his lips parted to form the shape of some denial, some interjection, but Aziraphale shook his head minutely and put two fingers to his mouth, staying the words.

Crowley stared at him, his breathing heavy, and Aziraphale was mesmerised by the rising and falling of his naked chest. Crowley flicked his tongue against Aziraphale's fingers and huffed with laughter when he pulled them away in shock. Aziraphale narrowed his eyes and retaliated by pushing up to trace Crowley’s collarbone with his lips. Crowley’s elbows almost gave out. He let out a long, shaky hiss, and then his pupils widened again, and Aziraphale felt positively wicked in the most wonderful way.

“Crowley, you are-”

“Lucky,” interrupted Crowley in a low, earnest voice. “So lucky.”

“Shhh don’t be silly,” he said, rubbing at a faint white mark that underlined how very unlucky he had been. “I’m blessed to know you,” Aziraphale said, and put his lips to a thin white scar that crossed Crowley’s chest. 

"Blessed," Crowley repeated, his eyes half-closed with pleasure. He gave him a lopsided smile. “Blessed either way,” he said, prodding his chest with a finger, “...Angel.”

Aziraphale’s smile was crooked as he wondered if this would be the thing that pushed him over the edge into a Fall, if this was what would tip him over into something he had been afraid of for so long that the fear felt like an intrinsic part of him. He wondered if this was what would cleave him from Heaven, and he closed his eyes, waiting for the familiar icy terror, the asphyxiating guilt, the feeling of celestial duty stomping on his wants and needs in steel-toed boots, grinding them to dust.

But it didn’t come. There was something - a whisper of censure, a muffled shriek of outrage - but it was so far away as to be almost inaudible, and then Crowley kissed him again and it vanished completely. 

There was no going back. He had tasted, for good or for ill, and it had awakened an appetite that couldn’t be ignored, and Aziraphale kissed Crowley back and thought, I’ll be damned.

And he remembered Crowley’s reply of it's not that bad when you get used to it and he thought that if it involved this, then he could get used to it.

Oh, he could definitely get used to this.

****************************************

Aziraphale was smiling up at him. His jacket was... somewhere (now with three fewer buttons), and his waistcoat had been removed and carefully folded (by one sheepish demon feeling guilty about possibly having ripped the jacket). His shirt was fully unbuttoned, hanging loose against his sides, exposing his torso. Crowley had unwrapped him like one of those chocolates Aziraphale liked so much, and now he was lying beneath him panting happily, looking as rumpled as he'd ever seen him, and he loved him, so much, so much, and he thought that if he could, he would reach into his chest and rip out his heart, press it into his hands, close his fingers over it, and he wouldn't feel a thing because after all hadn't it always been there?

And he sat up on his knees, curling two fingers of one hand into one of Aziraphale's belt loops as he used his other hand to drag black-tipped nails down Aziraphale's stomach, eyes creasing in happy satisfaction at the little sounds it elicited. He ran a fingertip along the skin just above his waistband and watched, fascinated, as the angel's skin leaped at his touch.

Aziraphale swallowed, and whimpered, and then said his name, but - unfortunately - it wasn't a mindless utterance spoken in pleasure, it was a question.

Crowley tilted his head and met his gaze.

"Do you-," the angel licked his lips and tried again. "Do you... Do you have an awful lot of experience with this sort of thing?"

Crowley stared at him.

"What?"

"How many times have you...?"

Crowley blushed. Properly blushed. "Er...."

"I just want to know how similar this is to temptations you might have done in the past-"

"You think I do this with-"? Crowley is so indignant he almost chokes. "A kiss, maybe, at most, and that's only if absolutely necessary!"

Aziraphale was the one staring now. "So you've never...?"

"No!" A moment of silence passed while he turned the question over in his head and a thought occurred to him. "Have you?"

"No! No of course not!" Aziraphale says hurriedly, and the quick stab of jealousy that had pierced Crowley's chest immediately disappeared.

"Oh. Right. Good. I mean, okay."

Although Aziraphale is rather pink, and he has been known to lie...

"Are you sure?" Crowley can't help it, he just blurts it out, this needy question, this desperate request for reassurance, for yes I'm sure, and yes you're the only one.

"Quite sure," Aziraphale frowns at him, but his cheeks are magenta.

"You're blushing, angel," he points out.

"Well, I may not have done it before, but I've read things..."

"... Of course you have," said Crowley dryly.

"... So I'm certainly familiar with the theory."

Crowley's eyebrows rose. "Right. The theory."

He nodded at Aziraphale, enchanted as usual, besotted like always. Here he was lying beneath him, struggling to draw breath, flushed with pleasure, and the blessed angel was trying to talk to him about theory. 

"I can tell you about it," breathed Aziraphale, "I can tell you about- about- about erogenous zones."

Crowley groaned and buried his face in Aziraphale's neck. 

"I could tell you about- about-" Aziraphale stuttered as Crowley nipped at his shoulder with teeth that were slightly sharper than they ought to have been. "... th-th-the different-"

"If you say erogenous zones again, I swear..." growled Crowley, pinching one of his nipples, making Aziraphale arch off the bed with an embarrassingly loud cry. "What do you take me for?"

As charming as he found Aziraphale's love of learning, Crowley didn't think this was the time to discuss theory. All he wanted to do was trust his intuition and keep experimenting and exploring until he discovered how to make Aziraphale see stars.

He would figure it out as he went. He was sure he would.

He always did.

****************************************

In the ensuing hours, Aziraphale and Crowley slowly explored an aspect of humanity they had long ignored.

They made an effort to indulge in human pleasures they had been denying themselves, and after that there were no more miracles.

There was no snapping of fingers, no shortcut taken, no instant gratification. They had waited for so long, wondered for so long. Reverent, trembling fingers explored creases and dips, curves and hollows, millimetre by millimetre.

There was an urgency that shook them both, powerful and electric, and it was the feeling of a door they’d been pushing against forever, shoulder to shoulder, suddenly opening so that they were tumbling through it and falling into each other.

They harnessed it. They channeled it into the gentle pressure of fingertips digging into sensitive skin, and unhurried, leisurely kisses, and deliberate, tender touch, and skin being revealed by degrees, and adoring hands, and worshipping mouths, and achingly slow strokes.

Words were exhaled by one to be inhaled by the other, and their names fell from their lips like prayers, and they were together, and they were inhabiting each others' hearts, and they were inhabiting each others' bodies. Angel, demon...

And neither of them exploded.

And both of them saw stars.

#good omens #ineffable idiots #ineffable #crowley and aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #aziracrow #good omens fanfic #good omens fanfiction #ineffable divorce #crowley #good omens fic #good omens fic request #anthony j crowley #gomens fic #ineffable partners #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #ineffable husbands fic #azcrow #azicrow #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale #go2 fanfic #good omens longfic #good omens fix it #gomens fanfiction

[c0nfessions-of-a-writing-freak]

Tingling Screeches

Pairing: Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: After having the brilliant idea to watch a movie with your long-term crush at camp, things don't necessarily go your way as you get reminded just how much you hate horror movies.

Bingo: @eclipsingbingo with the square 'Horror Movie'

*Gif does not belong to me

Even though it was the middle of the day at Camp Half-Blood, your cabin was empty. Save for you and Clarisse of course. With the artful act of bribery, you were able to convince all of your half brothers and sisters to leave the small building completely empty for the next few hours all so you and Clarisse could watch one of the latest horror movies to come out.

It had taken some time trying to set everything up. Finding someone to supply you with a fully functioning laptop was one thing, but asking Clarisse to actually join you was another, even if you never explicitly asked her on a date, more of just a hangout. But you had done it and now you were sitting with her by your side cramped onto one of the bunk beds while the laptop sat in between the two of you.

Your choice of location for the laptop hadn't been the best as it left a good distance between you both, leaving no room for accidental shoulder brushes, though the popcorn that had also been propped between them could lead to some hand grazing. Still, it would be filled with butter.

The movie hadn't been the best decision either. When recommending a horror movie, you did it with the intent to spark Clarisse's interest, which you easily did since you had heard her talking about this movie in passing to her friends. But actually sat in front of it and watched the gruesome deaths of most of the cast, you were starting to think you picked something a little more suiting to your own tastes.

Every few seconds you seemed to jump, a quick thrash backwards into the pillow as if trying to push yourself away from the movie like you would do if on a quest and a monster was looming over you. You could feel your fight or flight instincts kicking in and though your body screamed at you to leave or at least turn off the movie, instead you ignored those feelings and stared forward, hoping that Clarisse was getting at least some enjoyment out of all of this.

When another scene flicked onto the screen, your immediate reaction was to whirl back, you felt a shift in the bed as the popcorn was moved and pushed to the end of the bunk along with the laptop. Your confusion was enough to draw you away from the movie as you looked over at Clarisse who seemed to be getting up.

You blew it, was the first thought that came to mind as you saw what you thought was Clarisse getting up. To your surprise though, she instead scooted herself over, plopping herself down directly next to you. Shocked, you couldn't utter a peep but had enough power to stare at Clarisse as she brought the food and movie back, balancing them on her legs before getting comfortable next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders in the process.

"What?" Clarisse muttered in a low drawl once she noticed your eyes and how they hadn't turned back to the movie. If you hadn't known what to say before, you were rendered speechless now. Up this close, you could see every spec of flaming brown in Clarisse's eyes, the way her hair coiled and how her lips tinged. Instead of taking your silence as being breathless, she took it as a challenge. "Can I not do something nice?"

"Of course you can," The words rushed out of you, quick to try and ease any growing tensions within Clarisse. Though they may have been rushed out, they seemed to do the job as Clarisse relaxed a little bit further, fully leaning against you while also pulling you closer as she turned to watch the movie.

You were content to stare at her for a few more moments before her voice came barreling towards you, "Watch the movie."

Then your head snapped back, eyes landing on the screen at the perfect time for a jump scare to come a few seconds later. A quick exhale of air as all the oxygen left your lungs matched with a small jump was your usual response to a certain scene like this.

Only this time, Clarisse had her arm wrapped around you, her fingers drawing circles into your skin as a comforter as she never drew her eyes off the movie. And by some miracle, you felt whatever she was doing starting to work.

Every time a new jumpscare or particularly gory scene was meant to pop up, Clarisse seemed to know in advance as she shifted, putting you in a position where there was no need to jump back as her comforting hold was already on you.

By the time the movie had reached its end, you hardly had to worry about a scene coming up, Clarisse giving you all the warning you needed to be prepared for when it did. So as the end credits came rolling in, the two of you slowly made your way to the outside of your cabin for some fresh air.

The light was blinding after spending well over an hour in the dark, but you didn't mind as you could still feel the presence of Clarisse near.

"So," You began, drumming your fingers along your thighs as you stood across from one another. With a halfhearted smile, you announced, "That was fun."

"Really?" Giving you a deadpan expression, Clarisse cracked a smile of her own. "You seemed like you'd rather fight the gods themselves than watch that movie again."

"So horror movies aren't really my thing," You nervously chuckled, ignoring what she had said in favour of not actually considering which option you would rather be faced with. "But I had you there with me, so it wasn't that bad. It seemed like you knew whenever something bad was going to happen anyway so I didn't need to worry too much."

"Yeah," Clarisse agreed. "I watched it the other day with one of my brothers but seeing it again was nice. Got to look at all the smaller details, you know?"

"Right..." You trailed off, slightly disappointed that it hadn't been the first time Clarisse saw the movie. You also couldn't understand what details someone would want to see in a movie like that.

"Anyway, it was fun. We should catch another movie sometime," She offered, making your mood do a full 180 as a smile split across your face. "I've got to go now anyway, strategies for later to plan. Maybe I'll see you on my team for Capture the Flag if you speak with your head counsellor."

"I'll get onto that," You called after Clarisse as she had already turned, a laugh echoing off her lips as she dashed away.

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[s-brant]

okay for my steve girlies i’m just having some thoughts abt him as a boyfriend rn that i cannot get out of my head so you’ll have to put up with this.

as a partner i feel like he’d be the most touchy person on the face of the earth. constantly having his hands on you in a casual way whether it be holding hands, pulling you onto his lap to sit there even when there’s a spot open right next to him, standing behind you with an arm wrapped around you, playing with your hair/clothes/jewelry, and so on. he’s probably very touch-starved so i feel like he would be on you 24/7 and very shameless in terms of PDA because he’s just dying to have someone to love. robin and dustin would fake gag in the background but he could care less. also he gives me the vibes of someone who is just constantly warm. like the human incarnation of a furnace, so cozy and inviting in terms of cuddling.

boyfriend steve in season two was very cute to me (i.e: him coming to apologize with flowers even though he literally didn’t even know what he was sorry for because she was the one who hurt him, trying to cut her off when she was drinking too much/take care of her) so i can only imagine he’d be an even sweeter boyfriend in the later seasons with his character growth. i picture him being chivalrous for some reason, like always opening the car door for you, wordlessly taking off his jacket to put it over your shoulders when it’s cold and you stubbornly didn’t wear one, and not wanting you to pay for dinner even though his salary at family video is probably not that great. long story short he is a simp and very romantic. i feel like that’s just canon at this point but i digress.

anyway for the sexy stuff you’re gonna have to go under the cut

okay here we GO

i personally feel, despite my love for the kinkier fics, that steve is pretty vanilla in bed. at least, until he’s exposed to something new by a partner? like i feel that he would be open to trying certain things with you because duh you’re you and he loves you and why wouldn’t he wanna try slightly freaky shit with you, but it’s not something he just thinks up himself if that makes sense? but that doesn’t mean he can’t rock your world, let’s be 100% clear on that. this man eats pussy like it’s a five course meal and i will die on that hill. he’d get so into it, his eyes would close and he’d make soft little noises into you every time you pull on his hair UGH. you sitting on his face is probably his favorite thing you two have ever done because, honestly, suffocation between your thighs is a great way to go as far as he’s concerned.

also, it’s canon at this point that he’s hung right? did that originate from joe keery’s bulge in those tight ass vintage levi’s? probably, but it’s a steve thing now and i wholeheartedly agree with the fandom’s unanimous decision that he has unparalleled big dick energy. that being said, i also feel like he knows how to use it. a lot of well endowed guys aren’t that great because they’re like “oh i have big dick so sex with me is good already and i don’t need to do anything” but steve is a ladies man. he knows what he’s doing, and he doesn’t even need the buffer of kinks and shit to fuck you stupid. and he would be soooo cocky about it. i feel like he would be into degradation and dumbification a bit. he loves the fact that you are basically rendered useless when he’s fucking you open with his thick cock, caging you in with his arms by your head and cooing at you while the room is filled with the wet sound of him pounding into you. the filthiest he gets is whispering stuff like, “look at you. hardly even fucked you yet and you’re already a dumb little slut for me, huh?” like he can get nasty but i feel like it wouldn’t go far beyond dirty talk like that.

then there comes the hopeless romantic in him that cannot resist the opportunity to make love to you. i fully believe he is one of the people who seeks out that type of intimacy more often than the type in the paragraph above simply because he is so needy to be loved. his parents literally have never been in the show and never seem to care, he hasn’t had a steady girlfriend since nancy, and he doesn’t exactly get affection from other people in his life, so he would be absolutely insatiable with you.

his favorite kind of lovemaking is that slow, barely conscious morning sex when the two of you wake up right as the sun’s rising and he is faced with the realization of how much he loves you in those quiet moments. he’d be so sleepy, most of his weight would be let go if he’s on top of you, but you don’t even care because you’re caught on that hazy line between being asleep and awake as well, and the pleasure of him fucking you is heightened by it. it’d be full of sloppy kisses and heavy-lidded eye contact, both of your noses brushing with every deep thrust he makes into you. sometimes you’re on top though, and for those times he’ll just wrap his arms around your back to pull you down so you’re chest to chest while you do the work, albeit very lazily, and enjoy the sight of you. his favorite position for this lazy morning sex is when he’s spooning you tho. it happens the most often anyway, when he wakes up hard and naturally starts grinding into you from behind, which then escalates as normal. he’d keep a hand on your face to keep it turned for him to kiss your mouth and cheek though. just because he’s behind you doesn’t mean he won’t long to see your face and kiss you during.

i also feel like there would be a natural dominance to him that’s unrelated to any actual bdsm or dom/sub thing but rather his default disposition with you. he could definitely get down with being in a more submissive position sometimes and allow you to take care of/worship him—which would probably leave him with teary eyes by the end because of how overwhelming it is—but he gives me a lot of casually dominant energy. he loves sneaking into your bedroom in the middle of the night and fucking you with a hand over your mouth right across the hall from where your parents are sleeping, whispering to you that you have to be quiet and good. he also loves manhandling you, it turns him on unlike anything else to just toss you down on his bed and rip your clothes off because he can hardly wait to be inside of you. it’s also little sfw things like knowing what you like from your favorite take out place so he just orders for you or stopping to tie your shoe when it comes undone because he just loves taking care of his girl in the most innocent ways as well as a sexually.

he has a breeding kink by the way. it’s not something he acknowledges as a kink officially or even fully realizes, but considering that the man wants six children in canon, i feel like the idea of getting you pregnant, or even just coming inside of you whether or not you’re on a contraceptive, definitely gets him going. and if you are pregnant eventually once/if you two decide it’s what you want, forget about it. my god, he would be on you all the time. he’d love having you ride him with your breasts bouncing and a bit fuller from the hormones, your belly protruding with a bump as an undeniable piece of evidence that you’re his. it just checks all the boxes for him. i also believe that his chivalrous behavior would increase tenfold when you’re pregnant. in the later months, you physically cannot tie your shoes so he is right there to help you. he’s always extending his hand to hold while you walk, walking with his body closest to the street and yours closer to where it’s safer, and in general being even more of a simp than usual. if you thought he was a gentleman before, when he knows his baby is inside of you, he’s literally trying to do anything and everything he can for you.

now don’t even get me started on him as a dad. this has gone on long enough.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #fem reader

[prototypelq]

So, me and the ever-wonderful Raven @whitebeakedraven have been discussing the twins (S)DT forms, and quite a number of details were noticed by us over the course of that conversation, plus some worrying headcanons were born! I felt the need to compose them into a tumblr post for mutuals, especially since I have not seen them be discussed by the fandom at large.

To start off on a high and very shaky note: I believe Vergil’s horns were broken!

The coolness factor and the amount of ‘exhaust pipe horns’ jokes kind of desensitized me a little, but if you look closer at the horns’ model - it is clear they suffered a lot of damage. The ‘exhaust pipe’ itself is my primary evidence for this - the horn structure around the power-flames looks sponge-y. That kind of bone structure is found in the innermost layers of the bone, right around the marrow. It is not built for sustaining pressure, but instead to support the living tissue of the bone and to allow for its growth.

It is not built to sustain pressure or forces of any kind, it should not be the outer layer of any bone. Yet, Vergil’s Final Form shows it clearly on display!

If we go back to the previous DT models we have of Vergil’s trigger - namely his triggers in DMC3 and DMC4 - we can see that his horns…have not changed since then. At all.

(the growth sizes are very approximate, but I think the pictures convey my meaning here)

Now look at how much Dante’s horn crown has changed from his original DT - that is a very, very sizeable growth spurt right there, his horn crown pretty much grew three or so times the size it was, plus he got the neck-/gill-guard second set of horns, same as Vergil. What I’m saying here is - it is mighty suspicious that Vergil’s horns remain unchanged since his teenagehood. Also, as Raven lovely pointed out - the damage done to horns is too symmetrical to be a natural occurrence or a simple mistake.

And where did Vergil spend his time in between his last appearance in DMC3 and his return in DMC5? In the hands of a professional demon torturer. I’ll just quote Raven here:

Horns seem to me like a point of pride for demons, which could be the reason Mundus targeted them and Vergil internalized that targeting. So his horns didn't develop much further except cracking open to show his power and having extra defenses in case they are targeted again.

Some other supporting evidence for this theory:

-  uneven ‘cut’: the horns look curved a little, the inner layer having died off and unable to grow out, while the outer layer tried it’s best to grow out again after the damage was done, but with limited success

- the DMC5 DT Vergil concept art horns have a small inner part growing out - which I would interpret as the damage fully healing and the horns beginning to grow properly again. you can also see that the ‘powerline’ in the horns is straight, and not uneven as in SDT render in-game, plus they look more sleek and elegant.

- from the front the horn crown looks very, very rough. If we compare to Dante,  his horns are long, smooth, and the ‘powerlines’* of the horns can only be found on the inner side and are glowing.

 [* btw Dante having long thin appendages around his head that exert a lot of heat makes me think of long-eared animal adaptation to hot climates, which are used to let the animal cool down faster. in demonic biology terms, I imagine having a ‘powerline’ being rerouted around the head like that to the horn crown instead might allow twins to remain in SDT without constantly frying and regenerating their brains back]

Vergil’s horns from the front look to be cracking from the power that is fed into them, like they should be able to contain it but cannot and it is ‘leaking’ out of the front cracks and result in the ‘side flamethrowers’ he got instead.

I admit, this theory is very SSDP (Syndrome of Search for Deeper Meaning - СПГС, an extremely handy term in ru), and can be explained in two simple words - Stylistic Choice, plus, as Raven pointed out - any damage should have been healed during Vergil’s resurrection... However, I had fun figuring this out, and the details align way too neatly into a single picture for it to be simply coincidence in my opinion. An alternate explanation for this - or a counterargument, provided by the lovely Raven - would be that Vergil chose this current form, one way or the other. He did not evolve a huge horn crown ‘cause that’s an easy grab appendage, and instead he influenced them to be more practical with smaller horns, getting himself some sick flamethrowers as a bonus. The ‘exhaust pipe’ design being either an intentional or a more subconscious display of Vergil remembering the torture and reacting accordingly to protect his horns from further damage, by making them literally untouchable.

Another interesting part of Vergil’s SDT design is his tail and wings. I admit, I was quite salty that Vergil got four wings and a tail, while Dante only has wings, but we might have found an explanation for that.

First, let’s take a look at Vergil’s SDT back…. It’s a goddamn mess! 

He has a full-range-of-motion shoulder girdle (1.) , plus, five additional limbs sprouting from his back (tail (2.) plus four wings (3.)). The tail making it all even worse, because it is placed between the upper wingset shoulder blades!

If you know anything even remotely about birds or flying, you know that the wings need a lot of space to rotate and function properly, and having a tail right in between them is not a good idea at all. This is a mess, but let’s start simple - wings.

Interesting bit about Vergil’s wings is that, aside from one extremely stupid flying freight lizard attack (seriously, what was Vergil thinking, making a big show and parading like he did, only to have an attack itself be telegraphed miles ahead and very easy to dodge?...makes you think...), Vergil does not fly. Actually, he doesn’t use his wings at all, except as a flourish/added hit at the end of some big combos, so only when he knows he is safe and ready to deliver maximum pain. You can argue he prefers instantly teleporting around as his main movement tech, but still, it’s weird that even his jump doesn’t have at least *some* wing movement involved - he doesn’t even instinctively try to slow his fall or anything with them!

(here is a screenshot of a fall part of jump animation - wings are kept low and close to the body, just as they are when Vergil is standing normally or attacking)

Another look at his back might provide the answer to that. Here we see that the bones connecting the wingset to the chest are protruding out of the body so much, they are, anatomically speaking, tapered on, and very poorly at that. If not for demonic resilience, those wings should have been torn off from the body by their own generated take-off force.

So, the twins' wings are not built very well, mayhaps this is why Vergil is so protective of them and doesn’t use them too much, except for situations when he is sure it’s safe.

His tail in that case, is a great addition to offer protection for his wings! The tail is long enough to be an effective counter from all sides (imagine if Vergil’s parry was not with the sheathed Yamato, but with his tail… that pointy end does not look friendly at all), and its placement between the wings now makes sense, because the tail is actually a guard for his back.

During my previous photomode experiments, I found out that Urizen’s multitude of eyes track the camera movement. Even in photomode Urizen does not feel safe enough to be still, apparently. Raven interpreted that as a clear manifestation of Vergil’s paranoia and trust issues, and I completely agree... The tail then, is another feature that reflects this. Also, y’know, Vergil did spent a few decades in hell, where he had a very bad, no good, absolutely horrible time… and I’ll just quote Raven here:

And I mean, what better way to enforce the fact that escape, that freedom, is impossible towards a prisoner, than by ripping their literal wings off…

The poor connection of the wings to the main body could in that case also be a reaction to this trauma. If someone gets to them, they're easily removed without too much further damage, so that they can start regenerating immediately. But before that, any attacker will have to get by the tail that’s got a sharp enough end to provide ample amounts of protection.

Another reason why the tail fits Vergil so nicely is because of the speed and balance it provides.

DMC5 introduced us to lovely lizard demons like Riots, Chaoses and Furies, all of which are known for having a tail. Interesting bit here is that the higher back attachment makes the tail act as a great balancing tool for bipedals. All of the lizors mentioned above sure do love their speedy attacks, so it makes sense they developed the tail to counteract their erratic and swift movements. And Vergil’s SDT seems to have adopted that feature too.

As for Dante, as much as I would have loved for him to get a tail as well, Raven pointed out another detail here. If Dante had any control whatsoever over the SDT evolution... he definitely wouldn’t want any more demonic features. The four-winged and big horned flying form is probably the inherited template from Sparda that neither Vergil nor Dante would have been able to stray away from too much, but the tail is clearly a Vergil-only development. Dante might have gone ‘minimalistic’ in that sense, since he has no additional features of his own (anatomically speaking... technically speaking you might count his Luce, Ombra and Demolition ranged magic moves as special features)

Now, since we’re already on the topic of Dante, we have found another interesting tidbit - his DT face evolution.

We know that in DMC3 Vergil helps his brother unlock his demonic heritage, finally giving Dante his Trigger. The detail that made me curious here is that the DMC3 face is very similar to the face the SDT form has - specifically the lack of human features and the demonic jaws. Let’s have a look here at the evolution of Dante’s DT faces over time (in more ways than one…):

In DMC3 his DT face is pretty much the template from which the SDT form will later evolve, since it lacks any human features that are present in other forms (save for SDT). This DT form is adaptable and changes depending on the Devil Arm Dante is using, showing that he clearly doesn’t have too much control over it yet. The most noticeable example would be the horns - they change form significantly... Also the horns Dante has sprouting here from the back of his head might be the neck-guard horns and the main crown he will fully develop later on. Unlike Dante, Vergil’s form seems much more stable in the sense that his horn shape changes as well, but not nearly as much, and nothing else is affected by the Devil Arms in his appearance.

DMC1, now THIS I almost overlooked, and I sure am glad that I didn’t. The DMC1 DT forms are also affected a lot by the Devil Arms Dante is using in the moment. The weapons seem to ‘overwrite’ Dante’s innate form a lot here, and without their induced features, his face in DT is actually…blank. There is just a blank head until the Devil Arms give him some additions… I have a feeling this might be connected to Dante’s twin-related trauma in the game, they have the same face, after all…

In contrast to everything that comes before, the DMC2 form is a mix of both Dante’s strive for humanity and his ever-growing powers, because his face in DT is - for the first time in the series - completely human. He can’t however, escape the transformation entirely unchanged, and the dark scales and skin color... they make him look a lot like Nelo, or at least to me it seems that way. This is also the game where the SDT makes its first appearance as a Majin form, which is a low-health DT transformation. The Majin form has all the classic features of an SDT - four wings, developed horn crown and even arm-blades like the ones SDT Vergil has. The Majin form is also my big evidence for the ‘SDT forms have a template twins were always supposed to evolve into’ argument.

DMC4 is the ‘mature’ phase where Dante’s DT finally stabilizes and stopped evolving (before SDT was thrown on the table). None of the Devil Arms alter his appearance anymore, the horn crown is finally developed properly, and his facial features are demonic, but the face as a whole still reads as human.

Additional stuff I have noticed but have nowhere else to place: 

- Vergil had undergone extensive torture in his time as Mundus’ captive. His horns were broken, wings - ripped out, and if we keep going down that route the V-cut on the SDT chest bears quite a similarity to a badly done dissection scar.

- Alternatively, the V-shape could be seen as the V signature Vergil used to mark his things. In DMC5 he is pretty much picking up the torn and scattered pieces of himself, so that characteristic shape might also be him Reclaiming his name, as one well-known song might have said

- Meanwhile, Dante’s ‘chest rupture’ shape reminds me simultaneously of the numerous stab wounds  Dante has been subjected over time, but also a literal bleeding heart pattern, speaking of the heartbreak physical, and the metaphorical one he suffered and never recovered from. This is made worse, if you remember that Dante got his SDT form before the final battle with Urizen in mission 17, so it is also a manifestation of his inner conflict and hurt at that moment in time and story, as he had yet to kill his brother. Again.

- to end on, at least somewhat positive note - the twins’ scales are iridescent!!! Some scales make this more apparent than others, but ultimately all scales have this quality and it brings me much joy)))

Aaaaand the final piece of wisdom I have for today. It is no secret that the DT wings mimic the series-standard leather coats the twins love so much, but I have not seen much of a reverse read on this connection - the twins loving their long leather coats because they mimic the feel of DT wings. The wings have an intricate swirl pattern on the inside and there is a lot of power going through them, so they should be warm, and the pose the twins normally have their wings around - the coats might give them a similar feeling. They are, obviously, leather, they should be good at reflecting warmth, the coats cover the same ‘forward hug’ area like the wings, they are heavy, and they whirl around the back and legs like the wind one would be feeling if they were to move.

This, just might damn be, why V(ergil) stuck to wearing that horrific goth clothing for the entirety of the almost two months he was alive (I say this because I don’t like that outfit, also because V is Vergil and I hope we can all agree Vergil himself would never wear that).He was alone on the street, had no power, no weapons, no money or anything on him and was painfully human, only to have a leather coat thrown his way in a merciful turn of fate. Vergil did not care how passable he looked at that moment, he stated that multiple times himself.What he cared about was the feeling of comfort the leather coat gave him. It reminded him of his better days, of days where his own wings were just one trigger away. And that might be why he didn’t change his clothing from literally the first stuff that was handed to him.

Sooo, that would be it for the post. This one was in the works for a while xD. Again, immense thanks to Raven for rambling about this with me, it was super fun and her contributions to that conversation have been ginormous. Thank you dear reader, for finishing this monster of a post too! Text your family you love them to avoid ending up as these losers here please.

p.s. the DT different forms over the series photos were taken from the dmc wiki, everything else was captured by me in-game

#prepare your tinfoil hats it's gonna be a longread #thank you tumblr for not crashing while posting this too #hellsite (affectionate) #dante sparda #vergil sparda #dmc #the sparda loser twins #devil may cry

[carionto]

Geronimo!

Space suits have come a long way - near 1 to 1 articulation and haptic feedback, intuitive zero-g booster based movement, nano-clamps for spiderman-like grip in low/no gravity, and of course dozens of micro layers of protection against all know space radiation and other hazards. Plus a centimeter thick composite armor against sentient threats, with a "cocoon" mode to fully cover all joints and other normally more exposed parts, that renders the Human inside near impervious to most small arms, and even some heavier impacts.

To fully test the limits of protection you don't actually need to have a person inside, just plenty of sensors and a good understanding Human physiology and anatomy. The military, of course, does things a bit differently, as their suits are even tougher. They do have this half-half mode where you are mostly armor, but can still move, but more like the Terminator. Given it also boasts a powered exoskeleton between the armor and hazardous protection layers, soldiers can wield weapons other militaries typically mount on vehicles, so the metaphor is almost just a straight factual comparison.

Some, however, are still not satisfied, and are always seeking to extend the durability of their suits to beyond the extremes.

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Hilda Lavre was standing on the edge of the ship in low orbit. One hand gripping an outer handle while engaged in final diagnostics.

"Alright, Hilda, everything looks green on our end, how 'bout you?"

"Same green green. I'm good."

"Whenever you're ready then. There's some clouds in the way of the predicted path, might slow you down a bit. Wanna wait?"

"Nah, nah. I'll wing it."

After a seconds pause, Hilda let go of the handle and gently kicked off the side of the ship. She was now on a direct collision course with the Atlantic Ocean.

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(Thermals should start going up soon. I'm gonna turn on the external mic just a tad. There's just something about how the heat sounds scraping against the metal.

Oh, there it goes. Yellow, slowly getting to orange. Good.

Yea, that's a nice screech - burn that paint!

Halfway to red, altitude check. Already this close? Guess it'll be just shy of 80% tolerance.

Hehehehe, that means we can go for a bit faster next time. Cool.

Eh... wind without the heat just doesn't sound right, I'll turn it down to just barely audible. Something to keep me company.

Aaaand three.

Two.

One.)

SPLASH

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(It's dark. But I guess it was dark before...

before what though?

Well, that's okay.

This feels like a new kind of dark though.

There's the dark when you're alone in your room at night, all the lights are out.

Another kind is when you decide to get inside your brothers closet to scare him when he comes back from the kitchen. That's a fun kind of dark. (it's getting cold)

There's also the dark of being in an underground bunker during a storm. Then the power gets cut and all the exits are sealed. That's a... lonely kind of dark.

One time I was wandering the woods, and before I knew it, it was the middle of a moonless night, overcast too. Hiding out in an abandoned shed, without even the wind or animal sounds to let you know anything is out there. I didn't like that kind of dark at all. (It's really cold)

This dark though... I dunno. It's like I'm hiding out in my own closet. My shoulder is up against my winter jacket, feet are grazing those old sandals I swore to throw out two summers ago. But also, it's not my room. Or even my house. Why am I in my closet? How did it get here? Where even is here?

I feel sleepy.

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"Hey, hey! Hilda! Wake up!"

*grunting* "Ugh... shut, shut up Barry..."

"Gods, don't freak us out like that. You okay?"

"Depends. How high did it go go?"

*laughter* "Okay, [She's fine everyone] yeah, you're fine. 87 meters, new record."

"Hmm, I was aiming to to break 90."

"Well, those clouds nudged you a little off, you hit it at a 83 degree angle. Still, those other readings are nice. I'm pretty sure we can do a boosted fall next time."

"Yeah, I I think so too. I feel a little little cold, did something break on hit hit?"

"Not break, but the impact did jolt the subsystems a bit. Activated one of the sedative shots. I manually made your suit give you a wake up shot right as I noticed. You should be feeling the effects right about now."

"Mmhhmmm, oh yea. I'm feeling the kick kick now. We need to improve the kinetic tic dampeners. No good if if it puts you to sleep upon any hard enough nough impact."

"Yup. We're suspending any other jumps for the week until we get that fixed and implement some minor tweaks based on your jump once we analyze the telemetry further.

Okay, everyone! Good job today! Let's meet up next weekend and test these bad boys out. Let's aim for a 100 meter splash by the end of the year!"

*cheers and yeahs as Barry opens a mini fridge and everyone cracks open a cold one*

#humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #humans are deathworlders #humanity fuck yeah #carionto #sky diving #more like space diving #but whatever #also #don't know how I feel about giving her that... stutter? #I just randomly felt like trying out a speech impediment #hope I don't offend anyone with the way I presented it #I don't think I've seen how a stuttering character talks in text format #well #trying out new things

[genericpuff]

Absolutely love the rendition to the panel of Hades holding Persephone. Lovely to see it rendered as a more mutual act with Perse holding onto Hades instead of just letting Hades hold her, and ofc seeing Persephone actually look like an adult woman. (Not to even mention the colors and rendering because whoaa those were lovely)

And I have a question about this new rendition if I’m allowed to make it! The original had very dramatic and sharp composition with the angles and being off centered which conveyed much of the emotions and style that made early LO very striking. In adapting it, was it a conscious choice to change the composition or what were the deciding factors that made you and banshriek decide centering Perse and Hades worked better in this situation? :0

Ahhh thank you ;w; It took a few rounds of sketching to get the pose just right, the flats thankfully weren't as difficult as I was worried they'd be, but the challenge was definitely in trying to get the pose right while maintaining the height difference that's there.

As for your question, a lot of the posing and sketch composition is something I do, and then Banshriek typically goes wild with the backgrounds while making adjustments to those compositions if necessary, often times I leave the backgrounds up to their discretion as they're 10x more skilled at that sort of thing than I am and they often bring new perspectives to the table. This means that it often ends up being a game of give and take between what we contribute, sometimes I'll have sketches that they feel need to be adjusted, other times I'll have to add little tweaks to their backgrounds if it's missing something. We're both working off a base rough sketch, but we both get to contribute to the final scene in our own ways; splitting it between background and character flats has been a happy middle that's worked well for us :)

Depending on the scene, sketches can range from minimal to more detailed. Here's the original base sketch for that scene:

So originally there was a larger tree working over the side but I didn't really know how detailed we wanted to be in the actual full background, much of it depended on how complex Banshriek wanted to get. You can also tell that Persephone's face was originally buried into Hades' chest in the original panel, which I originally flatted in, but then wound up changing because I wanted her eyes to be visible to reflect both of their expressions of relief at the same time.

That said, with the pose changing from what it was in the original (from Persephone almost laying on Hades vs. him holding her and lifting her up) the composition had to change with it so I decided to just make them a bit more centered, that way the focus would be fully on them and the balance of the scene wouldn't feel "off" due to the pose change. I tend to follow the Rule of 3 here !

So yeah! That's pretty much why centering it felt a little better in this case. Though part me of does wish I was able to keep the original pose, when breaking that scene down into its bones I found it had to take a lot of liberties with its anatomy and proportions, as many LO scenes do. You can't really tell just on a surface level but Persephone's head is huge and the rest of her body is tiny (her hips literally come up to Hades' sternum and her feet meet at his knees). With the character design changes made in Rekindled to make Persephone a little less tiny and more consistent in her body type (while still maintaining the size difference between them) and to reflect their character arcs at this point (as I'm not rushing them into intimacy quite like the original comic did) certain things have to change to balance it out and accommodate. If you're a math person, think of it like solving algebra equations - what you do to one side of the equation needs to be reflected and adjusted on the other side.

And of course Banshriek did a lot more to really exemplify the mood shift in the almost labrynth-like forest Persephone grew within Tower 4. There are still trees and plant life everywhere, but instead of feeling like an endless maze with its tones of deep red that we saw Hades navigate, it now feels like a soft and gentle meeting point for the two. Like the original scene, the color change is used to change the mood of the scene and reflect the calmness of Hades and Persephone as they've found one another.

At the end of the day we did what we ultimately thought would work best for the way Rekindled is drawn, giving both Banshriek and I the freedom to fully utilize our respective skillsets. That way we were able to pay tribute to that original scene while also creating something new out of it <3

That said, I'm sure @banshriek can also chime in with their own design notes on this episode, if they have a minute to spare! I'm sure they'll have lots to say about the fun they had working with those new brushesヽ(・∀・)ﾉ

#ask me anything #anon ama #ama #anon ask me anything #lore rekindled #lore rekindled ama

[dokidokitsuna]

Slowly, I think I’m getting a handle on this…I tried studying the character art from my favorite dead MMORPG, Maple Story 2, and I think it helped me find a style for the shading and rendering that’s more dramatic but still sort of cartoony.

Plus, I’ve been doing a bit of script writing, which always helps me figure things out. ^^ So please enjoy the additional work I’ve done on these character concepts.

-Between these two, Magolor definitely needed the most work: you can tell because I basically drew a full character design sheet, which is something I almost never do because I don’t like repetition. XP But it doesn’t feel repetitive when I’m totally lost to begin with. ^^; I think I got a little too abstract that first time I drew him, so my focus here was to figure out the specific shape of his body and rebuild outward from there. In stark contrast to my usual Magolor designs, he’s very tall and muscular, with an imposing silhouette (especially with his cape on). Yes, he IS hiding something under all those purple bandages, but we won’t talk about it today. ;)

-I also like that his outfit gets darker the further inside you go, from the solid white cape and glittering chains, to the silver armor and gray scarves, to the skintight navy blue fit underneath. Symbolism??? Perhaps~

-Blade’s design was already pretty solid, so I just adjusted her cape a little, and then dove straight into the Rainbow Malady concept art. ^^ Phase 1 has her sprout a second eye and wings on one side of her face. Her head catches fire, as the power of the Rainbow Sword attempts to ‘burn away the darkness’. In this phase, Blade is already in a lot of pain, but remains fully conscious and can even speak, when she isn’t coughing up multicolored blood. She can recover from this on her own with a day of rest. Phase 2 is much more serious, forcing her organs outside of her body, and growing star-shaped welts over the rest of her skin. At this point, she can no longer recover without Magolor’s help-- essentially, he uses magic to shove all her organs back where they belong and stitch up the open wounds. It’s like setting a bone after it’s broken-- just as painful as the injury itself (if not more), but necessary for proper healing…which takes about a week.  Phase 3 is the last and worst, transforming her arms into elongated wings and her whole body into burning plasma, on top of all the issues from Phase 2. Thankfully, she can’t really remain conscious in this phase-- she’s usually delirious from fever, blood loss, and her brain literally burning away. ^^; Storywise, she needs about a month to recover from this, so she doesn’t use it too often…of course, as the 'player', you can put her through it as many times as you want. =T

-Fun fact, I guess: So the primary love language between these two characters is food. ^^ I was musing about what I could do with a protagonist arc centered around worsening illness (which is…surprisingly rare), and I thought, “so what do you do for sick people? You put them to bed, you manage their symptoms, you clean and comfort them…and most importantly, you feed them.” And then ^that little doodle basically came to me in a dream, and from there evolved the idea of Magolor showing kindness to Blade by cooking for her.

Most of the time, the little affection Magolor shows to Blade is…basically performative. Think of it like a hammy supervillain petting their cat-- it’s more of a character stim than anything else. ^^; The way Magolor talks to Blade (and especially the way he talks about her…) makes it clear that the hand-holding and headpats don’t mean much.

But on the other hand, giving Blade food and watching her cutely devour it, especially during the times when she’s bed-ridden and he doesn’t see her as often…I like to think that might genuinely endear her to him a little, enough to make it a sort of stand-out gesture. Like, if he strokes her forehead when she’s sick, that’s whatever; but when he spends 5 hours making a Maxim tomato consommé for her to eat, that’s him trying to say he cares. Maybe it’s just a tiny bit, maybe it’s just in that moment, but a small part of him truly wants her to be happy.

#i think the brain worms are gonna stop now that I’ve finally gotten this out #maybe I’ll try doodling some of the boss characters later on #kirby #gijinka #au #BLADE_Princess #magolor #dark matter swordsman

[emotionallychargedtowel]

Intense Subtext in Front of Oblivious Side Characters: "I had no wife in the year six"

There's a thing, I guess it would be considered a trope, that is one of my favorite such things in any form of media but especially any sort of romance-centered story. I don't know of an existing term for this and I'm terrible at being concise so I'm not sure how I could put it briefly. Basically, it's the thing that happens when a larger interaction is happening with a group of people but there's a subtext to it that means something very different--and generally, much more meaningful--to the central characters. You could call it something like Intense Subtext in Front of Oblivious Side Characters.

I've been thinking for a while about possible parallels between BLs and Jane Austen novels and/or adaptations. This is my attempt at taking a small, specific example of a parallel I sometimes notice and talking about it. Austen's novels do a lot of this trope I mentioned. That's in part because of choices Austen made in what she wanted to write about. But it's also because of the social context of her time. There was a lot going on that people couldn't be explicit about, for a variety of reasons. I think one reason why I see similar things happening in some BLs--and maybe one reason for the appeal of certain types of BLs--is the fact that being queer in a homophobic society makes openness complicated in a way that doesn't come up as much for hetero relationships these days. Especially when we get into things like office romances, in which appearances have higher stakes. These complications around openness have a kind of similarity to the reasons Austen's characters had to play a lot of things close to the chest.

Fellow Old Fashion Cupcake fans will remember an example from that series that I think really fits here. Nozue and Togawa agree to attend a goukon, or "mixer" as it's sometimes translated--basically a group hangout intended to help men and women meet for the purpose of finding people to date. Nozue is hitting it off with a cute younger woman, which is bad enough. But then he mentions his "anti-aging" efforts, and because of the mysterious way he words it, the woman asks, "Does that mean you're in love?" which of course catches Togawa's attention even more. He's clearly affected when Nozue answers, "If I were, I wouldn't be here."

@jdramastuff did a great screenshot post of this scene if you want to see what this looked like.

After Nozue's comment, Togawa starts knocking back alcoholic drinks like it's going out of style, ensuring that Nozue will have to help him home instead of going home with the woman who's been flirting with him.

(You could argue that this isn't so much a case of subtext as it is the significance one person assigns to what another is saying. Subtext really requires some degree of communication between more than one person. But while Nozue doesn't fully grasp what's going on, I think he does understand in some ways what he's communicating. I don't want to go on too much of a tangent, so I'll just say that having just read the manga the series was based on, it strengthened my belief that while Nozue is repressed, insecure, even deluded at times, he has glimmers of awareness of his feelings for Togawa and even suspicions of Togawa's feelings for him, and on some level he knows what he's saying, though I don't think he knows in this moment how much these words will hurt Togawa.)

I have another favorite example of this, a scene from Persuasion. It's rendered really well in the 1995 adaptation of the novel with Ciaran Hinds and Amanda Root. (The whole thing is phenomenal, by the way--I think it's the best Austen adaptation ever made, personally.)

A bit of background for anyone not familiar with the story: Anne Elliott was engaged to Captain Frederick Wentworth in 1806 but was convinced by Lady Russell, her neighbor/family friend and a kind of surrogate mother to her following her mom's death, to break off the engagement. She has regretted it ever since. Wentworth was deeply hurt and angry when she broke things off, not surprisingly.

More than eight years later, Anne is visiting her sister and her sister's in-laws, the Musgroves, when Wentworth comes to the area and starts spending a lot of time at the Musgrove place (and with the Musgroves' eligible young daughters). Wentworth acknowledges Anne, but just barely, while paying enough attention to both the Musgrove girls that everyone is gossiping about which one he's going to marry. Anne's sister Mary was away at boarding school when her previous relationship with Wentworth happened, so neither Mary nor the Musgroves are aware Anne and Wentworth were involved and think they were only acquaintances.

At a dinner party, the Musgrove girls try to look up the ship that Wentworth first commanded, the Asp, in the Navy List, a book that chronicles the various ships in the British Navy, their commanders, and so forth. Wentworth tells them not to bother--"she" is not in the current version of the List because "she" no longer exists.

Louisa and Henrietta Musgrove are suitably horrified.

Admiral Croft, Wentworth's brother-in-law and superior in the Navy, remarks that Wentworth was lucky to get a command so early in his career at all, no matter how seaworthy (or un-seaworthy) the ship was.

(Remember, 1806 was the year that Anne and Wentworth became engaged and then un-engaged.)

Gut-wrenching. And nobody else sitting at that table has any idea what just happened. I love it.

I have some more thoughts about this languishing in an excessively long post in my drafts, which I'll try to get out one of these days. I know I've talked to a few people about trying to do some BL/Austen posts and had meant to tag them but the only person I remember talking with about it was @absolutebl. If you're reading this and you want a heads up next time I write about this stuff, let me know!

#austen & BL parallels #jane austen #persuasion #persuasion 1995 #wentworth x anne #old fashion cupcake #togawa x nozue #ciaran hinds #amanda root #takeda kouhei #kimura tatsunari #intense subtext in front of oblivious side characters #tropes #I need a better and shorter name for this

[hermitzine]

HERMITZINE FAQ

What is Hermitzine, anyway?

Hermitzine is a fanzine, a compilation of illustration, comics and writing based around the long running Minecraft SMP Hermitcraft, with works focusing on the creative projects, collaborations and interactions the creators on the server (aka Hermits) share with their audiences. For each edition, we (the Hermitzine mods) announce the theme we're running with this edition, open applications, and pick our roster of collaborators from the artists and writers who want to be involved. 

Once our line up of collaborators has been selected, we invite all the contributors for the zine to our discord server, and the process of making the zine pieces starts! Contributors brainstorm an idea for a piece they want to do, and run it past our mods for approval, then work on it over the course of about 2 months (to make sure people have time to put together something they're proud of without having to ignore things like sleep, school and work). Hermitzine #9 has a little bit more going on with collaboration and format, but we go through that in the application form.

What's the timeline of events for this edition?

The current schedule for Hermitzine #9 is as follows:

March 02 — Applications open at midnight GMT

March 16 — Applications close at midnight GMT

March 23 — Acceptance / Rejection emails go out

March 30 — Check in 1 (initial sketches / ideas)

April 13 — Check in 2

April 27 — Check in 3

May 11 — Check in 4

June 01 — Final pieces are due

Late June / early July — Zine is published

More questions and answers below the cut! (A lot more. Be glad we added the cut).

How do I apply?

Fill out the form (we'll be posting them very soon)! We have a writers application form and an artists application form, both will be open between the 2nd and the 16th of March.

In your application, you'll be answering a few questions and sharing 3-5 of your best pieces, to let us know what you're about as a writer and/or artist.

Then all you have to do is sit tight and wait for our email on March 23rd to find out if you're in!

Who can apply?

We have three requirements: 1) you’re 15 years or older, 2) you can speak enough English to communicate about deadlines and other important zine-related discussions, and 3) you have a Discord account, as that is how all communications with contributors will be made. A free account is fine — we don’t send files through Discord itself, so there’s no need to buy Nitro.

What do I need to do / have to apply?

For all of our applicants, we ask for a small portfolio of 3-5 pieces of your best finished work. We ask for a small portfolio to keep our views of your work focused on what you think is you at your best. These portfolio pieces don’t necessarily have to be Hermitcraft related, or even belong to a fandom. As long as it’s your personal work and you’re proud of it, we want to see it.

For writers: we ask that the 3-5 works you submit are around 3,000 words maximum, since that is the vague limit you will have to work within the zine. You can submit excerpts from longer works as long as you specify that somewhere within the application piece.

Do I need to be well-known or have a large social media following to be accepted?

Not at all. Social media following does not factor into whether or not you’re accepted. You could have one follower or one thousand — either way, we’re looking at your portfolio. You don’t even need any social media at all! We ask for social media handles in the application in case we want to check out more of your work beyond your portfolio.

What do you look for in the portfolio judging criteria?

We look for several things when judging portfolios. For artists, the list includes:

Your ability to finish zine-quality pieces (fully-rendered, backgrounds, not rushed-looking, etc)

Hard skills: composition, color theory, anatomy, perspective, shape language, etc

Comic paneling skills, if applicable

Solid illustration styles that interest us and we want to see more of

For writers, the list includes:

Your ability to finish zine-quality pieces (complete and concise work, with a full narrative if applicable)

Good grasp on writing basics (grammar, punctuation, spelling, sentence flow, etc)

Solid writing styles / voice / characterization

Ideas and we find intriguing, interesting, or otherwise would like to see written in full

If either of these lists are daunting to you, don’t worry! We are very interested in people who are eager to try new things and push themselves as artists and writers. We’ve accepted many people before based on their apparent eagerness to improve and collaborate with others.

We also like applicants with a unique or unusual approach to artmaking. Some examples include: traditional media, 3D modeling, photo manipulation, graphic design, typography, poetry, etc. While these skills are fun to include, don’t worry — not having them won’t detract from your chance of getting accepted.

Can I apply for both an artist and a writer position?

Yes you can, but if you’re accepted, we’ll choose you for only one of the two options. For example, if you apply to both and we accept you for writing, we expect you to create a written piece for the zine only, no illustration. This decision will be revealed to you in the acceptance email you get once the application period is over.

Can I participate if I’m a traditional artist?

Absolutely! All we require is that you have a scanner in order to submit high-quality images of your work. We work around the 300dpi range, and unfortunately photos taken with phones or webcams usually aren’t high-quality enough for us to include.

How many artists / writers do you accept?

The number of participants (artists and writers combined) we accept depends on several factors — the most important of which are how many mods we have working on the zine and how much we decide we can handle. Historically, our acceptance count ranges anywhere from 35 to 75 participants, with our most recent editions hitting numbers closer to the top of that range.

How do I know my application was submitted correctly? What happens if the link to my portfolio doesn’t work?

If you don’t receive any word from us from the time you submitted your application to when the acceptance and rejection emails go out, then congratulations, your application was submitted correctly! If something is wrong with your portfolio, like if one or more of your links don’t work, we typically request access — which will then appear as an email in the inbox of whatever email is linked to the drive you shared your portfolio from. If the issue persists, you might receive a private message requesting access from one of the mods on a social media handle you included in your application. If you don’t receive an email or message from us, then everything with your application works.

Do you guys send rejection emails?

We do. If you apply to Hermitzine, you’re going to receive an email from us regardless of whether you’re accepted or rejected. If you’re rejected, we give you the opportunity to ask for feedback with your portfolio.

I applied but never got an email. What’s going on?

If you haven’t received an email even though we’ve announced they’ve been sent out on our social media accounts, please check your spam folder to see if it accidentally went there. This has happened a lot in the past!

If I’ve been rejected from an edition of Hermitzine, does that mean I can never apply again?

Absolutely not! You can apply to any edition of Hermitzine you’d like, from now until forever, regardless of the results of previous applications. We love seeing friendly names show up in applications!

Do people who have participated in prior editions of Hermitzine have a higher chance of getting accepted to the newest edition?

No. Applicants who’ve participated in previous editions have the exact same chances at getting into the newest edition than any other participant.

What content is allowed in Hermitzine?

Requirements for a piece are only to feature Hermitcraft and/or the Hermits primarily, follow the theme, be SFW and not have any shipping content. That means that crossover content (ex: the Empires crossover) and hermit-adjacent people can be included, and that pieces can be about content from any season of Hermitcraft.