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hisui-dreamer · 3 months

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OMG OMG HISUI CONGRATS PN THE MILESTONE!! I've been following your blog for quite a while and I am so so happy to see it flourish (pun intended) so beautifully! I also wish you the best of luck in your exams and endeavors ❤️❤️

If you feel like it, I'd love to have Jamil with a bouquet of Bellflowers, Lavender and Baby's breath. I get so happy with flower events~

Bellflowers represent everlasting love and constancy, with Lavenders representing devotion and serenity and, at last, Baby's Breath sincerity, purity and love. I actually have two species of Lavender at home, it how much I adore them 💜

And a yellow rose for you!

we should try

Pairing: Jamil Viper x gn!reader

Synopsis: jamil doesn't like holding on to hope, but you're always the exception in his life

Tags: comfort, domestic fluff, cuddling

Word count: 448

Notes: i love the selection of flowers!!! also thank you for the yellow rose🥺💕 i hope you'll like the fic!!

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flowers of choice:

bellflowers: everlasting love and constancy

lavenders: devotion and serenity

baby's breath: sincerity, purity and love

The moon spilt its gentle luminescence through the window, painting delicate shadows across the room. Jamil nestled into the plush pillows with a heavy sigh, weariness etched into every line of his form. His shoulders slumped, his exhaustion palpable after another long day's work in Scarabia.

You sat beside him, your fingers glided through his hair in rhythmic strokes, each movement a gentle caress in the quiet of the night. The diligent and responsible vice-housewarden was nowhere to be seen, leaving behind only the weary soul of your beloved. "You've been working so hard," you murmured softly.

Jamil closed his eyes, revelling in the sensation. "I’m used to it at this point,” he sighs into the pillow. “It’s nicer now, having you here with me," he confessed, his voice tinged with gratitude.

"I'm glad to be here," you replied softly, continuing to brush out his hair with gentle care. "I'm glad to have you."

A pause settled between you, a comfortable silence punctuated only by the rhythm of your ministrations. Then, Jamil sighed once more, a sound of pure contentment escaping his lips. "I wish things could stay like this forever," he admitted, his vulnerability laid bare in the dim light of the room.

"Could? I think we definitely will," you assured him, your voice filled with conviction.

He shifted to face you, his weary gaze delving into the depths of your eyes. "You truly think so?" he inquired, a flicker of optimism dancing in his tired expression.

"Well, you won't know if you don't try," you replied, a soft smile gracing your lips as your gaze drifted towards the starry night sky visible through the window, its vastness echoing your uncertainty of the future. "But you're definitely not getting rid of me so easily," you added, a playful giggle escaping you.

Jamil chuckled in response, his weariness momentarily overshadowed by the warmth of your presence. "As if I'd ever let you go willingly," he retorted. He closed his eyes in thought, imagining what a future with you would be like. He imagines shared laughter and quiet moments of intimacy, days spent working tirelessly only to find solace in your embrace at night, and hours spent lost in conversation and affection. He imagined facing life's challenges together, drawing strength from each other's support and unwavering commitment. With you, he saw a future brimming with possibility, where every hurdle was overcome hand in hand, and every joy magnified by the depth of their connection.

"Yeah," he mumbled, his hand reaching out to find yours, fingers intertwining in hope. "We should try."

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valeriehalla · 2 months

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Hello! I was reminded of your webcomic Goodbye To Halos recently and wanted to let you know it had a pretty big impact on me. I read it during my teenage years and I think it really helped me to contextualize and make sense of some feelings I was going through about - well, teenage stuff. Change, I guess, mostly. Changing bodies, changing genders, changing role in society, changing relationships with others - your comic helped me process a lot of my fears about those things.

Your comic was probably my first exposure to nudity that was neither sexual nor comedic. It really stuck with me how your comic has characters in states of undress fairly casually. Not like "walking down the street" casual, they're always in a safe place like a bedroom or a bathroom or something, but still. As someone who was raised Catholic it was really powerful to see nudity portrayed as so... not-shameful. Nudity is just a state the characters pass in and out of; they're nude after taking off their clothes like they would be wet after taking a shower. There's no shame in it. And that's really the way it ought to be, right? We were all born nude, it shouldn't be such a Thing as society makes it out to be.

That's just my little input on what impact your art has had on me. It was a good thing that I read it when I did. I wish you luck on all your future endeavors.

that's extremely kind of you, and very well-said, and thank you, and also that's absolutely wild for me to read.

i actually had to remind myself just now that there was in fact a sequence of (counting) eight pages where enae had her tits out. i didn't think a ton about it at the time. i do remember debating mentally whether to slap a "warning this page has boobs in it" label on the social media posts: i chafed at the idea, and i think i didn't do it? or only did it for some of them? i didn't want to because to even put such a warning immediately prompts the reader to think "oh something Sexualle is going on here," putting them on high alert and making it into a whole Thing. and it was not a Thing.

i always thought that some day, if ever i found the right moment, i wanted to have a page where fenic was fully nude. my idea of the "right moment" for that was that it would have to be at a juncture in the story where it made sense for her to be nude, and also where it would feel to the reader like there was absolutely no "point" to her nudity. the one page in the comic where fenic is topless was sort of a prelude to that idea: that might have been the moment, if there had been any reason at all to include her lower body in those panels, which there wasn't, so i didn't.

it's a fine line to walk. i think it's fairly obvious that there were many panels in that comic where the reader absolutely was meant to think "wow this character's attractive" (if they could get past my art back then lmao). i peppered those in liberally, sometimes because it was personally fun for me to draw, but always because it just seemed, i don't know, honest? for this story about young queer adults who are sort of omnidirectionally horny for one another to have a gaze reflecting that--for the reader to feel like they're "in on it" too, not in a leering sort of way, but as if they're just, like, sharing in it with the characters themselves. but then to have that, and then to also have full-on nudity, and for that nudity to feel at home with that sensation, but also purely incidental, and not in and of itself sexual, is a lot of objects to juggle, especially if one indeed (like me) wants it to not feel like there is a "Point" being made. so, it's cool to hear that it worked for at least one person. sorry for writing 999 words about this

#text #ask

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seeingivy · 1 year

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mine

satoru gojo x f!reader

in which you decide to fake date your coworker, to get your parents off your back for a few months. can you continue on when the two of you start blurring lines between fake and real?

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

“You’re going to fake date your boss?”

You smack Itadori across the back of his head, signaling him to talk quieter.

“You’re going to fake date your boss?” he asks, whispering this time.

“He’s not my boss, he’s just a coworker.”

“You’re going to fake date your coworker?”

You nod, reaching over to finish the leftover pancakes on Itadori’s plate. The three of them narrow their eyes at you, matching disapproving looks on all of their faces. You swear they practice it together when you’re not there.

“You’re in over your head. This isn’t going to fix your problem.” says Nobara, picking the strawberries off Megumi’s plate, much to his dismay.

“But, it is. My parents will lay off my back for a little bit, actually let me finish this clerkship without criticizing me every ten minutes. He gives them something to brag about in their circles, actually taking their focus off of pestering me.”

“You know they’ll just take to criticizing him instead of actually laying off of you. Be practical, Y/N” says Megumi.

“Plus, how do you know he’ll even do it?”

“Excellent question, Itadori. He needs a fake girlfriend just as much as I need a fake boyfriend. His parents won’t let him take over the firm if he doesn’t find a good match to perfect their company image. He said an aspiring lawyer matched the image, so it all works out.” you respond, finishing off the last of Itadori’s food.

“You already asked him? And he agreed?”

You nod in response, pulling out the contract you and Satoru had drafted earlier.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. No romantic or sexual interactions with other people during the duration of the contract? No showing your face to the public unless both parties are present. Attendance at all firm related balls, galas, conferences. No telling other people. ”

“Contingency plans, Kugisaki. It helps make sure we both stick to our deal.”

“You just broke a rule.” deadpans Megumi.

“You guys don't count.”

Megumi and Nobara roll their eyes at you, with Itadori wishing you sincere luck in your endeavors.

You look around the room, craning to find where Satoru had run off to. He had left you at the bar, promising that he would return after he went to the bathroom. You already know he’s having diarrhea from that cheesecake he ate earlier.

You and Satoru had been fake dating for a month and a half now. Just as you predicted, your parents had gotten off your back, taking to their social circles to brag about how you were dating the son and future successor of one of the most esteemed law firms in all of Tokyo. As for Satoru’s parents, they had eased up on their criticism of him, Satoru swearing they’ll give him a real promotion any day now. You were a positive influence, they were beginning to trust him more. Your role at the firm was expanding as well, being assigned bigger projects and cases to work with as time went on.

As for the two of you, you guys were getting closer. After spending virtually every day together - driving to work together, eating lunch at the block nearby, going on dates at night - the two of you had grown close. Too close for your liking.

He was funny, unlike any other guy you had met in the past. While he seemed pretentious and immature when you first met him, you were pleasantly surprised to find out he was anything but. He was caring, compassionate, loving. You were convinced he was an angel in disguise, because no normal person could live and laugh that much.

The truth is he was growing on you. More than growing on you, you felt the presence of him being cemented into your routines, unable to go on without him. You couldn’t go to Mochicat without buying some kikufuku for him, you couldn’t go to the store without him there to reach the high shelves for you, you couldn’t go to sleep at night if he didn’t send his “goodnight beautiful fake gf :D. have a sex dream about me” text.

You feel a cold hand on the shoulder, your heart pounding at Satoru’s return.

“‘Toru, you’re back. I was wond-”

You turn to face him and realize you aren’t talking to Satoru but to Surugu, your beloved ex-boyfriend. He’s all dressed up, his hair grown out and secured into a bun at the top of his head. You put a step between the two of you, his hand falling from his place on your shoulder.

“What are you doing here?”

“Come on, babe. Is that anyway to treat your old friends?”

“We aren’t friends, Suguru.”

“Don’t make a scene. Let’s share a drink. Old times sake.”

You glare at him, not backing down from where you were standing. You can feel an uneasy pit forming in your stomach, the sight of him bringing on a wave of nausea. Where’s Satoru when you need him?

You and Suguru dated for three years, almost four years ago now. The two of you had started off as friends, both attending university in the states, with Suguru in medical school while you were at law school.

The two of you had become close very fast, becoming closer than most friends were. You later found out there was a term for what he was doing, very cleverly named “lovebombing.” You spent almost everyday together and when you weren’t together, you were texting, calling, facetiming each other. He swore he couldn’t go a second without you.

Eventually, the two of you started dating, your friendship leading into a relationship between the two of you. You had opened up to him, telling him things you hadn’t told other people before. You swore you were in love with him, feeling like he was the only person you could be yourself with. You gave yourself to him, letting him into every little part of you.

Things changed when he moved to California to do his residency. The two of you did long distance for four months, until you realized he was no longer interested in you. After confronting him, he mentioned that his new girlfriend, Sophia, made him happy, in a way that you didn’t. You had no idea he had a new girlfriend. You didn’t even know that you had broken up.

He said he was unsure of how to break up with you, he thought you understood the situation when he left. Despite this, the two of you continued to talk for a year after that, Suguru saying that you would always be his best friend, someone who could never be replaced in his life. He would come back to New York on holidays, the two of you spending the week together.

You could have sworn he still loved you, deep down. Every time he came to see you, he’d hold you in his arms, kiss you like nothing had changed, made love to you like you were the only one. However, he’d return to Sophia at the end of the week, eventually saying your relationship with him made her uncomfortable, cutting any ties you had left. The two of you never spoke again.

Until now.

“I can’t. I have a boyfriend.”

“So I’ve heard. Sleeping your way to the top suits you well.”

“Excuse me?”

“I heard you got the Initech Case the other week. Quite a big case to give a junior associate. Do you really think they would have given that to you if you weren’t sucking junior Gojo’s dick? Though I suppose it’s no shock. You always did have trouble getting things on your own.”

You feel your blood rushing through your ears, clenching the wine glass in your hand so hard it shatters. The sound of the glass has everyone turning their heads, to find you fighting back your tears with a bloody hand.

You spot Satoru at the door with a concerned look plastered on his face. You can see him maneuvering through the people, trying his fastest to reach you. Before he can, you run to the closest door, moving up the stairs to exit to the balcony.

You pull up the side of your dress, placing your aching feet into the cold water of the pool. Your hand had stopped bleeding a little while ago, the red still smeared down the length of your arm. You use your uninjured hand to make ripples in the pool, the water moving through your fingertips.

“Oh, thank god. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

You turn to find Satoru, unlacing his dress shoes and taking off his socks next to you. He sits at your side, placing his feet in the water. You feel him looking at you in your peripheral vision, but you refuse to meet his eye.

“Sorry. Needed a second.” you respond.

You feel his hand on the side of your cheek, lightly lifting your face up to look at him. You look up at his blue eyes, filled with concern, and can feel the tears you willed down rising up again. You see his expression tighten at the sight of your tears, it finally pushing you over the edge and bringing your tears on in full flesh.

You feel his arms wrap around you, your face tucked into his neck as he rubs small circles into your back. You can feel him whispering into your ear, shushing you as you sob against him. After a few minutes, your tears subside, your breath still shaking against him.

“What happened, bug? You’re breaking my heart here.”

“Did you give me the Initech Case just because I’m dating you?”

You see his eyes widening, a frown setting on his face.

“What? Of course not. You got the Initech Case because you’re best suited for the case. I didn’t even have a say in that decision”

You rub the back of your head against your nose, rubbing the excess tears off the side of your face.

“Do you think Yaga gave it to me because I’m dating you?”

“Bug, what is the Initech Case about?

“Abuse of power dynamics. Hana’s suing her boss, Daiki, for taking advantage of his position to make advances on her.” you respond.

“Right. Hana requested female counsel, specifically. She wanted to make sure she had someone who wouldn’t talk over her. But, Shoko’s still on leave till next month. You’re the only other girl at the firm.”

You’re quiet, turning back to face the water. You guess you were the only one who could do that case. But you can still hear Suguru in the back of your head, every horrible thing he said and did to you flooding your mind.

You feel his arm snake around you, his temple resting around yours. He stares down at the water with you, your reflections staring back at the both of you.

“Work with me here, bug. Tell me what’s wrong.”

You swallow hard, his blue eyes glimmering in the reflection of the water. His arm is warm, the polar opposite of Suguru’s frozen hands. You decide to jump.

“I’m tired of things not being mine.” you whisper, heart pounding.

You feel his hand reach the side of your face, brushing your hair behind your ear.

“When I got into college, my parents took the credit, saying I wouldn’t have gotten there if they hadn’t tutored me and used their connections to get me there in the first place. When I got into law school, the boss I used to intern for asked me for a ‘well deserved kiss’, saying I wouldn’t have gotten in if he didn’t write me the letter he sent them. When Suguru left me, he said he was better suited to Sophia, because she owned him the second he met her. And now, I land a big case, work at an impressive law firm, but I only got here because I’m dating you. I just want something to be mine.” you say, your head in your hands.

He’s quiet, his hand still brushing across the side of your hair. The two of you sit there in silence for a while, Satoru pondering over your words.

“In grade school, my first friend, Saiki, told me that he had only let me play with him because my parents had asked him to before we walked into class. In high school, I created a non-profit with my friend, meant to help incarcerated people find resources that would help them land jobs after being freed. When the non-profit took off, he took all the credit, stating that all I did was finance the project, when it was actually my idea. When I decided to work at the firm and become a lawyer, people turned down any interest I showed at other companies - they knew I was going to end up at my dad’s firm anyways. Nothing I ever do is mine either.”

You turn to him, looking into his eyes.

“But it doesn’t matter.”

“What?”

“They’re going to say that about me regardless, bug. But does that really change what’s happening? Saiki will still be my friend, and play tag with me on the field. I still came up with that idea and my non-profit still helps people, even if my name isn’t on it. And I’ll still be a kick-ass lawyer, even if it’s at my parent’s firm.”

You soak in his words, letting the thoughts cross through your mind.

“I would still like to have some things to myself, Satoru. Things that are just mine.”

“And you do. Those godforsaken friends of yours, especially that grump little weirdo, that ugly ass cat, that disgusting green hoodie you own-

“Hey.”

“And me, of course. Those things are just yours.”

You smile at him for including himself in the list. You interlock your fingers with his, forgetting about the blood smeared all over your hand. He looks down, opening up your hand to tracing his fingers along the cut. He lifts your hand up, pressing his lips against the cut. You feel your skin burn at the contact, his soft lips brushing against your hand.

“Did you just try to kiss it better, Satoru?” you ask, feeling breathless all of a sudden.

“Did it work?”

“No.”

You look up at him, a smile plastered on his face. You swear your hand is shaking in his hold. He rolls his eyes, bringing his arms closer to yours, holding your face in his hands. The tips of his fingers brush through the sides of your hair, as he leans forward, his lips pressing a kiss on yours.

Every other kiss you had shared had been in the presence of other people, attempting to make your faux relationship look more realistic. But this was something else. The kiss was soft, slow, nothing like the rushed pecks the two of you had shared before. His lips are soft, warm. You swear you can taste the dessert he was eating earlier, his lips sweet. You can feel his hands lowering to rest around your neck, a smile forming on his mouth. He breaks apart, your face still in his hands.

“Did it work now?”

“Maybe.”

He laughs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“You were flirting with her! In front of me, Satoru. And then you left me there at the table, sitting alone.”

“No, I wasn’t. She was just going to introduce me to her dad,”

“Why do you suppose that means? What else was she supposed to think when you told her you liked that dress and that you would love to be a part of the family?”

“It was a compliment! And you know what I meant, we’re trying to secure a deal with them.”

“So you admit it? You were trying to lay the moves on her as a business tactic.”

“Oh my god, Y/N. So what if I was? It helps the company if they share their cases with us.”

“And what about me?”

“What about you? You know your parents would love it if you got some big case with Soyin Paradigm.”

You pause, realizing you and Satoru aren’t arguing about the same thing. You knew the lines had been blurring recently, ever since the night you had spent at the pool and every date afterwards, but you never realized how far apart the two of you were standing. He was still focused on the promotion, the cases he could get. He didn’t care about you. You turn your back to him, running out the door and down the stairs to the street.

You hear him behind you, calling out your name to come back. You make it halfway across the street before he catches up, him blocking you from walking any further.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You pinch yourself for what you’re about to say next, bracing yourself for the goodbye.

“I think we’ve both fulfilled the terms of our contract. Your parents trust you and gave you a bigger role at the company like you said they would. My parents have enough to brag about for a few years. I think we should call it quits.”

You stare up at him, his eyes boring into yours.

“No.”

“What?”

“Why are you running away from me? What did I say?” he says, his grip on hands intensing.

“Nothing. This day was bound to come anyways, Satoru. We couldn’t go on like this forever.”

“Why not?”

“It’s fake, Satoru. I mean hell, you’re still flirting with other girls for goodness sake. You don’t even like me.”

You see anger flash in his eyes, his hands moving up to your shoulders.

“I don’t like you?”

“Yes, Satoru. You don’t.”

“Do you remember that night, when we sat by the water? I’ve been hopelessly in love with you since then. Every time I look at you it’s like the first time. Your stupid jokes, your ugly ass cat, the smile you only save for me, you’re literally everywhere. I tried to get the thought of you out of my mind, but I can’t. I can’t find a thing not to love about you.”

You feel your mouth dry at his words. He can’t find a thing not to love about you. He loves you.

“Come on, now. You’re the best thing that’s ever been mine, bug.”

You feel your heart glowing at his words. You grab him by the collar, pulling him down to press a kiss to his lips. You feel him smile against your lips once again, his arms snaking around your waist. The two of you kiss - soft, sweet, slow - your hearts beating together. He tastes sweet, the taste of the strawberry mochi he had after dinner still lingering on his lips. You break apart, your cheeks tinted pink.

He smiles at you, running his finger across your lips. You lock your hand with his, the two of you making your way back to the apartment you had just ran out of.

“You wanna know something embarrassing?”

“Hm?”

“You have a crush on me, bug.” he says, smirking down at you.

“Okay?”

“That’s embarrassing. You have the hots for me”

You roll your eyes, shutting the door of your apartment behind the two of you.

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genericpuff · 1 month

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Rekindled Update Schedule Adjustment for April/May

Hey y'all! So the next couple weeks are gonna be the busiest out of all of them as I'm doing two weekends straight of tattoo expos. I was hoping to have the entirety of Episode 50 ready for you all this weekend, but the length of the episode wound up being a bit longer than what was doable with my current workload.

SO there will be an update this weekend, but it will only be the first half of Episode 50, meaning it's going to be a bit on the shorter side. That said, we'll be updating AGAIN the weekend after on May 4th to make up for it! This just helps divvy up the work into halves that are easier to handle while I deal with all my other shit going on IRL.

After the second half of Episode 50 goes up on May 4th, we will NOT be updating on May 11th as it would have originally been planned. This is both because of the schedule change to accommodate the episode split, but also-

May 11th is when the final episode of Lore Olympus releases! As much as LR was created 'in spite' of LO, and as much shit as I talk about it, LO making it this far and finally ending is a feat that not a lot of creators accomplish - not to mention I wouldn't be here and LR wouldn't exist if it weren't for LO - and so I want to show proper respect to LO finally ending after all these years by not updating on the 11th as was originally forecasted. Instead, I'll be doing a sort of send-off illustration and post to bid it farewell, and to wish Rachel luck in her future endeavors, whatever they may look like. I might also decide to livestream the night of the release so we can make a fun little event out of it if anyone's interested in participating :' ) (I'll put out more details on this if I come up with anything that's fun and easy enough to do haha)

So yeah! New Rekindled this weekend and next, none on the 11th! Mark your calendars! <3

#update #announcement post #lore rekindled #self post

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lirational · 5 months

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Eleven thirsts,

Hmmm I’d imagine alpha!Eleven to be quite possessive of her omega as well as partake in exhibitionism

Like imagine she’s fucking you during a stream, not only showing you off to everyone but also showing everyone that you are hers and that she alone can only bring you this pure sexual bliss

I’d also like to think she’s the clingy aftercare type. Cuddling and kissing you after you two finish a couple rounds of love making

Very cute in my opinion

(Unbeta’d) smut under the cut. Minors DNI!

Disclaimer that I am only halfway through the event, sorry!

Warnings: Exhibitionism, Eleven has a cock (obviously), knotting.

It was like the barrier between your thoughts and your lips were demolished, each thrust of Eleven’s cock causing you to shudder and grip the edges of the table tighter, tighter until you swore you could feel something shatter beneath your fingers.

She savored each sharp intake of breath, each gasp as you felt her thrust hitting that sweet, sweet spot inside you, each whisper of her name, and each plea torn between wanting her to stop or to continue, her teasing remarks adding fuel to the fire as she answered the questions from people who were calling her. It was late at night, making it almost all too easy to convince anyone that there was really nothing else going on, as Eleven answered their questions with her usual friendly demeanor. She was fully in her element, a contrast to you, where each slow thrust were a battle to keep your voice down and hopefully not make a fool of yourself—

A press on the bulge on your lower belly obliterated your thoughts, as you let out a loud, unmistakable moan, shattering all semblance of dignity you managed to scrounge up.

“There is no need to be nervous, you’re already singing for everyone here, right?” She whispered, each word from her sinful tongue intensifying the scent of camellia in the air, clinging onto your senses to obscure everything else. Eleven was quick to tease the current caller when they asked what was going on, and yet, you cannot afford to feel bad for the clueless caller as they became flustered, stuttering an apology as they hung up the phone, the suddeness of it causing a couple of beeps.

“Well, it seems our caller ‘D’ here chose to not continue our call. Regardless, I wish them good luck in their romantic endeavors.”

There was a devious lilt to her voice as she gripped your hips tight, a low groan escaping her as she sheathed herself fully to the hilt.

“Oh, what is it? I should make a segment where I give advice? Thank you, I might consider it,”

Drool had escaped the corner of your lips, sweat dripping to the scripts she had set up as aid, yet she didn’t seem to mind, treating each thrust as a game, until not even her prowess could hide what was going on in the room.

Crimson lit up your cheeks at the thought.

“Oh, you like this, my little omega? Both of us teetering on the, aah, brink of discovery?” She whispered, her voice low. She was close, you could feel how her body tremble, how her cock twitches inside you as you both teeter closer to a satisfying release. “So insatiable, so good, and all mine, close and caged together with me~”

With the final word, she bit on the nape of your neck, bruising your skin as you felt her paint your insides with white, enough to fill you to the brim. Her release heralded your own, as you saw white not a few seconds later, creating a mess of stringy white on her dress, your voice practically telling everyone that you two were locked by the hip the whole time. Despite the challenge, Eleven didn’t even frown, as she stared at the mixture of your mess staining her clothes with eyes full of desire.

“You did so good, good girl, all for me,” she murmured onto your skin, tenderly kissing the dip of your shoulder in a gesture of pure affection. A quick farewell marked the end of her stream, then she pressed you against her shoulder, ruffling your head as she tells you to rest for now until she could pull herself out of you.

As you closed your eyes, she eyed where her cock were buried inside you, humming in satisfaction at the mixture of fluids.

Perhaps, both of you could take a warm bath later.

#path to nowhere x reader #path to nowhere #ptn x reader #path to nowhere headcanons #ptn eleven x reader

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rampantram · 17 days

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Hi there, I hope you’re doing well. I was wondering if you have any headcannons on what Narinder’s like as a father? And do you think that he raised Baal and Aym while he was chained up? And do you also think that he has a good singing voice? I wish you luck on your future endeavors and I hope you have a good day/night! I just love your artwork!

I hope you’re doing well also, friend~!

As far as HCs for Narinder being a father, let me think… 🤔

• He was definitely nervous at first, wondering if he was capable of being a parent, but took to it rather quickly (I do think he raised Aym and Baal in a very paternal way while training them during his imprisonment, so he wasn’t completely inexperienced)

• Always willing to lend a hand and do his part when it comes to taking care of the babs: changing diapers, playtime, story time, etc.

• Is the most adamant about the twins learning skills that will benefit them outside the cult (fighting, tracking, foraging, and so on)

• Listens intently and silently before offering wisdom and solace; is honest but gentle

• Taught the babies to read and write, and probably some fancy calligraphy skills as well (I headcanon him as a bookworm so)

Speaking of Baal and Aym and training, I’d say he does most of the weapons training with the twins as they grow up (Lamb acts as more of a sparring partner).

As for his singing voice, I imagine his voice to sound like the audio bites from the game whenever you speak to him, so I think his singing would be haunting but beautiful - like something you’d hear in the catacombs of an old chapel that sends shivers down your spine, but captivates you at the same time.

Thank you so much for your question and your kind words! 💕

#asks #art #my art #cult of the lamb #the ewe au

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An AU where Izuku said yes to Shoto when he asked if All Might was his father!

Have I done something like this before? Probably. Am I going to go back through every ask game to see it? Nah

1. Izuku doesn't know why he said yes. He's not even sure if he said yes, because it felt more like a squawk to him before he covered up his mouth, but Todoroki is nothing and saying he knew it before going on about quirk marriages, and asking if that's where he came from too, and he can only shake his head which at least is true, but why is he asking??

2- "I figured All Might wouldn't have sunk to that low." Todoroki nods. "And if he had, he would have done a better job than my father. Your quirk is strong, it feels just like All Might's, but your body isn't built to handle it just like my oldest brother's body wasn't built to handle hellfire." Izuku has many questions. Apparently the oldest brother is dead and when he says he's sorry, Todoroki just says it happened a long time ago and he didn't really know him. He doesn't really know his other brother either, and Fuyumi only since their mother was hospitalized after burning his face and she took over. Izuku has even more questions just as many concerns. Todoroki is trying to answer them while also getting to his vow thing, since Izuku did answer his question at the start.

3. Around the corner, Bakugou is eavesdropping and totally not freaking out too. Yes, he's wracking his brain to remember any detail about Izuku's family- he knows Izuku's mom is an old classmate and friend of Bakugou's dad, remembers that Masaru called Inko one year to invite Izuku to Katsuki's birthday party, and then Katsuki had thrown a fit and Mitsuki had declared he'd deal with it if he wanted any gifts at all and swore to invite Izuku personally next time, but a year later had seemed to have forgotten about the threat and Masaru didn't try again. He vaguely remembers a woman with green hair. But surely, if Masaru knew his friend had bagged All Might, he would have said something. But he might not have known. But no, because Izuku can't be All Might's kid, because he would have said something. Had he ever mentioned his father? Bakugou was pretty sure the guy worked abroad, but maybe he was remembering something another old classmate had said instead?? Except none of that made sense, because Izuku was quirkless. And also had told him his quirk had been given to him. Which also made no sense!! Bakugou decides the answer is simple: Izuku is lying, either to him, to Todoroki, or to both of them. And he's going to find out the truth. After he beats both of them at the SF. Priorities after all.

4- After the fight with Todoroki, Izuku is in a hospital bed while Toshi looks over him. He wants to tell him everything, but is afraid of breaking Todoroki's trust. But Izuku's lie about his father involves Toshinori, so... He tells Toshi about what Shoto asked, that their quirks felt the same, and about his brother. Dimly, Toshi thinks it's kinda weird of Endeavor to push a kid to use fire when he's doing pretty well with ice, considering uh fire is the one that killed his older son, but most of his brainpower is being used to focus on "secret lovechild". And then he gets very apologetic because he's sure Izuku cares for his real father very much, except when he says that Izuku just shrugs and goes "eh I don't really think about him, haven't seen him in years" which means.... Free Son.

5- Bakugou derails his fight with Todoroki not to insist on him using his fire, but on him saying that obviously All Might isn't Izuku's father. Todoroki points out that the obvious connection, but Bakugou hasn't been around to hear any of the lunch invitations, and since he started investigating this mystery, uh, two hours ago, all he found was this weird tall blond skeleton hanging out around Izuku. Surely if he was All Might's son, All Might would have shown up to wish him luck. Or, you know, at any point at all in their childhoods. And really, he's known Izuku for most of his life, does Todoroki really think he's figured the guy out in a few weeks? (This whole conversation is happening while explosions and ice are flying, btw.) Todoroki just stares at him, and points on that on the first day of school, the whole class saw Bakugou flip out and act like Izuku was "supposed to be quirkless", so of course Todoroki didn't think Bakugou actually knew Izuku that well, if it all. Bakugou is blindsided enough by this that a bit of ice pushes him just over the lines. On the second place podium, he's got a very blank expression. When All Might leans in to put the medal on him, Bakugou quietly asks about Izuku, and Toshi's denial is suspicious enough to be confirmation. Bakugou fully bluescreens. Todoroki, meanwhile, tosses his first place medal to Izuku before leaving the pitch that day, because he doesn't want his father to be happy about having that in the house, and because he sorta owes it to him after helping him work through his issues. Izuku gives the medal to Uraraka, who pawns it off, sends half the money to her parents, and spends the rest of it taking her friends out to a celebratory dinner, which Izuku and Shoto and Tsu enjoy immensely. You'd think the person having the worst time that night is Tenya, at the hospital by his brother's side, but actually it's Bakugou who's interrogated his father for anything he's ever heard about Inko's husband and is trying to figure out if an affair with All Might or her and the real Izuku selling his identity to All Might's actual son is more likely.

#well that's long #oh well #pocket talks to people #anon #ask game

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