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slttygeto · 10 months

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SLOWLY LOVING YOU — SUGURU GETO.

જ⁀➴ synopsis: Before Yaga introduces you to the third years, Suguru is a little unsure of you joining them. And then he meets you, and suddenly his heart doesn’t know how to slow down.

જ⁀➴ content warning: fem!reader, reader gets a few cuts and faints, swearing and a lot of fluff.

જ⁀➴ word count: 4,2k

જ⁀➴ note: thank you to the sweet @duhsies for commissioning me! I had so much fun writing it<3!!

“Yaga says there’s a newcomer,” Satoru had a habit of speaking with a mouthful, which Suguru really hated. A hand is smacking the back of the white haired’s head who hisses at the contact before glaring at his best friend.

“Hey!” He protests, his sunglasses resting at the tip of his nose.

“Swallow your food.” Suguru presses, taking a sip from his drink. He had heard long ago from Yaga about this newcomer, and wasn’t really sure how to feel about it. It’s not that he wasn’t good with new people (he wasn’t), but he felt like it was a little odd to transfer someone and have them be with him, Shoko and Gojo right away. They had to have a good cursed technique, a great control of their cursed energy, otherwise they’d just get in the way of everything and—ouf, this was too negative.

Who was he to judge? Sure, a part of him was skeptical, but he was trying to awaken the other side that usually reassures him that everything will turn out just fine.

“I wonder if it’s guy or a girl,” Satoru speaks again, and this time (surprisingly) he swallows his food before opening his mouth. Suguru shrugs at his best friend, grabbing a fry from his tray of food.

“It won’t really change much, I just hope they’re good at what they do,”

“Oh Suguruuu,” Gojo whines at his friend’s negativity, pushing him but not too hard. “Don’t be such a kill joy, I’m pretty sure that they’re good. Otherwise, Yaga wouldn’t look so excited.”

“Why are you the one telling me to be nice?” The black haired male raises an eyebrow, carefully picking out a fry that didn’t have ketchup on it.

“You rubbed off on me,” Satoru wiggles his eyebrows to which Suguru rolls his eyes at.

“Don’t.” Suguru presses, but it’s too late to stop his friend’s funny joke.

“That’s a little fruity—“

“Finish your food.”

When they head back to the school grounds after having lunch, they’re pleasantly surprised when they find Yaga, Shoko and an unknown girl standing near one of the school buildings. From the looks of it, you weren’t that nervous. Sure, you were checking out your surroundings as the school was new, but nothing about your demeanor suggested that you were anxious. Not even a little.

Suguru raises his eyebrows at this, and although he tries not to stare too hard at you, Gojo is quick to notice it and nudges him with an elbow.

“Hey, think that’s the new girl?”

“I mean, it looks like it,” Suguru mumbles a response and stops walking when Yaga starts to approach them.

“You finally decided to show up,” Oh, an ass-whooping is on the way.

“The mission took us way too long,” it’s Satoru who tries his luck as his usual, and the grin on his face draws a similar one on Suguru’s lips.

“Yeah, but we managed to get it done with. That’s all what matters,” if it wasn’t for Satoru’s love to piss off their teacher, Suguru is sure that he wouldn’t bother. But it’s fun, and it gives the students something to laugh about.

You watch the scene unfold before you and you raise your eyebrows at how easy going the pair standing in front of you was. Did they not fear Yaga? You had been introduced to the man a couple of weeks ago before you were transferred to the school, and despite the comforting vibe the man had, you still felt like you owed him some sort of respect.

Something the two guys bickering with their teacher seemed to lack. Or maybe it was just an act.

Yaga gives the two guys a comical smack to the back of their heads and you hear Shoko snicker next to you. You fight back a smile of your own, until you feel Shoko pat your back, almost in reassurance.

“You can laugh, they won’t be offended.” You relax at this, and before you could even say anything in response, Yaga is clearing his throat to get your attention.

“You can introduce yourself,” oh, he’s talking to me. You’re suddenly aware of the three pairs of eyes fixated on you, and you fidget nervously.

“Hello, my name is (name) and I’m—“

“That’s boring!” The white haired male cuts you off, and your eye twitches. Well, that’s offensive. Before you could even glare at him, he’s approaching you while taking off his sunglasses and your heart stills at the sight. Those eyes felt like they were staring into your soul.

“Show us your technique, that’s a much more interesting way to introduce yourself,” your body relaxes at this, and you can see Yaga signaling you to go along with what your classmate was saying.

“Oh, okay then,”

Suguru’s eyes are cat-like as they fixate on you. You get in position to show off your technique and suddenly, everything goes quiet. He could feel the energy shift when you stepped away from them, and so he was anticipating a big show. Perhaps, you were a show-off like Gojo.

Suddenly, the air feels a little different—why is it wet? He touches his skin to make sure he wasn’t imagining things, and before he could even process things, fog had engulfed him entirely. This was new.

You were nowhere to be seen, maybe that was your technique—a little weak, Suguru thought. But it felt like you read his mind because right in front of him was standing a carbon copy of himself. A clone.

“What the—“ The clone stands still as Suguru gets into a fighting position, ready to unleash a weak curse at it, but the clone is quick to do the same and releases a different curse—the clone knew about his technique?

Before things could escalate further, he heard a snap of fingers from behind him and his eyes widen when the fog and the clone both disappear at once. You were standing right behind him. Being so focused on the fact that what was standing in front of Suguru was a literal doppelganger, he failed to notice you sneak up behind him. He assumed that you snapping your fingers was to deactivate your technique, but it was also a realization that you made him so unaware of his surroundings—and that was the beauty of your technique.

Everyone looks amused by Suguru’s confused expression. He was staring you right in the eye, and your confidence and the relaxed expression painting your face would normally sned shivers down anyone’s spine. It was awkwardly silent for a few moments before Gojo decides to break the silence.

“That was rather impressive, wasn’t it?” Shoko agrees with her classmate, clapping almost ceremoniously. Yaga steps away from the two to approach you and Suguru who was still staring at you, this time with less resentfulness. Sure, he hated having someone sneak up behind him. And the fact that you had chosen him out of the three felt a little strange, but he tried not to overthink it.

Maybe it’s because I looked like a bitch.

He immediately brushes off the thought when you flash him an unapologetic smile, the confidence you gave off a few moments ago replaced with something he couldn’t quite decipher—were you getting shy?

His lips part almost in shock at the way your cheeks are slightly pink, and you take two steps back and away from him before apologizing out loud.

“Sorry, I just thought you looked a little bored.”

Oh, not anymore.

“That to you, is a Grade 1 sorcerer.” Yaga announces very proudly. Usually, Grade S sorcerers would be the one to be introduced like this—with so much pleasure and honor. But Yaga didn’t care about that. He saw potential in you and embraced it like you were his top student.

Geto couldn’t shake off the giddy feeling in his chest. He watched as Satoru came over to your side and ruffles your hair, promising that you were going to have a good time at school because he was there. And you played along, the playful expression you wore on your face not matching the blush on your cheeks—you were just easily flustered having this much attention on you.

“What do you say, Suguru?” He snaps out of his thoughts at the mention of his name, and he finds his best friend staring at him with those eyes. He caught him looking at you, didn’t he?

“Sorry, I zoned out.” It wasn’t entirely a lie, but he wasn’t going to say that you seemed so interesting that he found himself so lost in his thoughts. He didn’t like this, he didn’t like how you seemed so unaware of the fact that you were breaking down his walls one by one, and all of this happening in less than an hour of meeting you? Unbelievable.

“I said, we are all gonna get along so well, right?” Glancing at you, he notices how you seem to shift your attention back to him the moment his name is mentioned. You’re almost eager to find out what he has to say next, sparkly eyes and a tight lipped smile making you look so fucking adorable—oh fuck, no.

“Yeah, we will.”

He was officially and totally fucked.

It’s been a few months since you officially transferred to Jujutsu high, and things were going great. You felt like you fit in so perfectly, you were a bit nervous that you would be a burden since the trio seemed to have a dynamic of their own, being the one to ruin the dynamic—or worse, feel left out would just be the highlight of your school year. But they were so nice. Each in their own way.

While Gojo felt like a troublesome sibling with his many pranks and jokes, Shoko truly felt like a close friend. You could crack jokes with her, share food and even watch movies during the weekend. The friendship you shared with both seemed very genuine and you were so grateful for that.

And then there was Geto.

Suguru Geto, tall and handsome, with long dark luscious hair and cat-like eyes. A smile that seemed precious since it appeared way less than you would want. A voice that felt like he was purring in your ear and a personality that had your heart stuttering in your chest.

He had caught your eye the moment you saw him walk on the school grounds. You tried not to make your tiny crush on the man obvious right away, but it felt like you blew your cover when you chose him as your target when asked to show off your technique.

Things weren’t exactly bad between you and the tall male, but they weren’t that good either. There an awkwardness that always lingered when you were both left alone, your heart would beat so fast and so incessantly when you felt his eyes on you before he places a piece of his chocolate on your desk.

“Was gonna share it with Satoru, but he pissed me off today.” You’re almost shocked that he’s even addressing you when neither Shoko nor Satoru were in the classroom.

“Are you sure? He does like sweets,” you still grab the sweet treat and place it in your mouth, to which he chuckles at.

“Well, you ate it immediately. Seems like you don’t care.”

“Well, he did piss me off too today,” you’re grinning, playing with the wrap of the chocolate. Suguru raises his eyebrows at your remark and continues to tease you.

“Was it another joke about how bad his clone was? I mean he’s not entirely wrong—“

“Stooop,” you groan out, resting your head on your desk in defeat. You were too embarrassed about the recent incident, and no one seemed to want to let go of it.

Rather than being embarrassed that his clone was that ugly, Gojo’s sudden and quick realization that your clones had an immediate link to your photographic memory lit up a bulb at the top of his head. And so the teasing began.

How come Suguru’s was so accurate on day one!

Do you have something to share with the class?

It was horrible, and you remember how Yaga had to smack the white haired male in the back of his head to get him to stop. He caught onto your little crush on Suguru faster than you had anticipated, but you were glad that when asked what he was teasing you about, Satoru chose to save you the embarrassment and just say that his clone was so ugly, you needed more practice.

“I just need more practice,” you say, a little muffled from having your face in your arm. Suguru stares at you for a few moments from his seat, then he suddenly gets up and walks towards you. He crouches down in front of your desk and you quickly raise your head in question.

“Hm?”

“You don’t hate me, right?” He could’ve asked that question from his desk, he knows that. But it would’ve seemed a little cowardly cause he knows he would avoid looking you in the eyes. But eye contact was important when communicating things, and right now was one of the few moments where Suguru felt like he was going to pee his pants waiting for an answer.

“Hate you?”

“I’m aware that hate is a big word—it’s a strong feeling too, but I just need to know if you feel that way about me.” Suguru was supposed to feel stupid, maybe a little insane for asking you something like this. But he noticed how things always got quiet when it was just you two alone. It didn’t necessarily mean you hated him, but a part of him wanted to make sure you didn’t resent him for mysterious reasons.

“I don’t hate you,” you pause your words, and Suguru watches as your face slightly reddens as you avoid his eyes. “Uh, just nervous.”

Now, why did I say that? It’s one thing to know that he makes you feel this way, but it’s another when you fully admit it to him and watch as he raises both of his eyebrows, almost in shock.

“Nervous?” At first, he’s scared that the word has a bitter taste to it—but it slowly dissipates when he sees the blush on your face darken because why did he have to say it like that.

It sounded like he was saying it for the first time, carefully tasting each letter and syllable. You felt nervous around Suguru.

“You are kind of intimidating,” the small smile painting your lips eases Suguru’s nerves despite having another word describe him. But he’s heard this one before. In fact, he likes it. He likes the way it makes him feel, the ego boost it gives him when he sees people quiver in his presence.

But he didn’t want to have this kind of effect on you. You didn’t need to fear him or avoid his eyes for him to know that he was a powerful sorcerer—he wanted you to feel safe with him. He wanted to rid you of any problem weighing you down, have that smile on your lips for a long time. Whatever Suguru felt for you, he was coming to terms with it and accepting it.

Slowly that is.

“If I’m intimidating, then is Yaga like a monster to you?” Suguru teases you back, and he stands up from his crouching position. He stares down at you with a grin, his sharp eyes making eye contact with your own bright ones. A contrast like this looked so endearing.

“Yes.” You don’t hesitate as you reply, and Geto immediately bursts into laughter at this.

“Wow, you didn’t even hesitate.” Wow, I made him laugh.

“But he is scary! I mean, he’s very nice… but I don’t think I’d wanna piss him off like Gojo does,” you mumble the last part, but Suguru hears you loud and clear.

“Satoru pisses off everyone, so you’re safe.”

Having a conversation like this with Geto felt nice. It wasn’t that often that you two chatted or even had the time to sit down and give each other normal classmate updates. So to be able to talk to him like this, make him laugh until his stomach hurts before walking to your dorms felt new. But you weren’t complaining.

Over the last few months, you’ve gone on a couple of missions with both Suguru and Satoru. They were all successful, and you always got done with them in half of the time.

But today was different. You were going on a mission with Suguru.

Yaga mentioned how you both seemed to work really well together, and while Suguru might’ve been stronger than you, you had so much potential that couldn’t get wasted. Suguru seemed like the perfect fit for a partner and a sort of mentor.

The mission was going to take place in another city, which is why you find yourself on the train with the tall male who was trying to get some sleep.

Sitting across from each other, you couldn’t help but steal a few glances at the guy. He looked too good from this angle, you could feel your body tingling in embarrassment.

The guy’s just trying to sleep

Over the last few months, no matter how hard you tried to brush your feelings for Suguru, they resurfaced not only a day later when he did something that would make your heart stutter in your chest. You remember him making you food when you were sick, giving you his scarf when you got too cold, suggesting to style your hair for you—how could you not fall for him?

But you were terrified of rejection. You were scared that those feelings could potentially ruin the friendship between you two, and God knows how horrible that would make you feel.

“We’re there,” you were so lost in your thought, that you didn’t feel the train stop. Only Suguru’s hand on your shoulder was able to snap you out of it.

“Oh sorry,” you stand up and make your way out of the train with Suguru following close behind.

“Did you manage to get some sleep?” He asks from behind you, and you slow down your pace to match his footsteps before shaking your head.

“Not really, I wasn’t that tired.”

“Oh but you will be after the mission, that’s always how it is.” He was referring to the many times you and Gojo would end up falling asleep on each other on the way back home, and he would secretly take pictures of the white haired male drooling on your hair to show it to you when you both wake up.

“Thank god he’s not here to drool on my hair,” you say with a hint of annoyance, but it’s harmless.

“Oh, you never know,” the playfulness to his voice makes you roll your eyes, but the smile on your face gives away that you were anything but annoyed.

You arrive to said location after ten minutes of walking. And at first sight, it seemed like any normal abandoned building; a little creepy, no color painting its exterior and most importantly lifeless. But the smell—god, the gut wrenching smell that came from it made you cringe.

“God, it smells horrible.”

“Then we’re at the right place.” Suguru is the first one to walk in, and you follow close after. You take careful steps, eyes darting around the area to scan it for any clues.

“I have a horrible feeling about this,” you mumble to yourself. You knew you were sent to this place to find the source of its gloominess, but the farther you walked down the hallway, the tighter your stomach got.

“It was an orphanage.” Your heart sinks at the revelation, watching the old toys scattered on the floor, filled with dirt and dust. You could only imagine what happened to the kids.

The room is silent for a few moments before both of you and Suguru stand still. Almost on guard.

“Do you feel it?”

“Yeah, I do.” Whatever took over this place was huge. It didn’t necessarily feel like a strong or dangerous curse, but the way it was staring at you from down the hall had you standing in a fighting position.

Before you could even process the fact that you were dealing with that big curse, it charges at you—and fast.

It’s too fast for its size!

Mist engulfs the creature almost immediately, it would only serve as a distraction for a little bit before it would rage even more and decide to charge at you.

“Go hide, I’ll take care of it.” You watch as Suguru calls in two of his powerful curses, both enough to do the job. But you don’t want that.

You don’t want him to do the job on his own, or worse hide while he does everything. It wasn’t why you became a sorcerer, why you chose to even join the school. And so you stood still, grabbing one of the daggers attached to your thigh. You ignore Suguru’s cries telling you to step away from the huge curse.

“You’re gonna get killed if you don’t move!”

“Shut up!” The mist slowly morphs into something else—something Suguru has never seen you done before. It shapes itself into a beautiful scenery, one where flowers are blooming and the sun is shining and—he was hallucinating.

And so was the curse. The technique might’ve not been the most powerful, but it still managed to blind the curse for a few moments. You fill your sharp dagger with cursed energy before slicing it open in one swift motion. It’s messy and sloppy, and blood covers your clothes and the floor like a paint. You stand still and stare in awe at what you’ve just done.

I killed a huge curse on my own!

What you fail to see is the multiple cuts on your body, and how all color leaves your face as exhaustion washes over you. Shit, you were passing out.

The last thing you remember hearing is Suguru calling your name before everything goes silent.

Suguru is a mess. That was the only word that could accurately describe the state of the poor guy as he paced back and forth in front of your dorm room. No matter how much Gojo tried to convince him that you were okay, he refused to budge.

He was mad at you. You were so reckless back there, refused to listen to him when he asked you to move—he was filled with all kinds of emotions.

And so when Yaga finally gives him the green light to visit you, the first thing he does is scold you.

You’re sitting up in your bed with bandages wrapped around your body, and you look so tired. But despite all of that, you still manage to flash him a warm smile when he walks inside your room and closes the door behind him.

“Yaga told me I was passed out for two days, I hope I didn’t worry you—“

“What you did was reckless.” Suguru cuts you off, voice sharp and cold that you flinch. Your eyes stare at your lap, avoiding his because he was right. You were reckless, refused to listen to him and powered up your technique faster than your body could handle.

“I know,” you don’t apologize. A part of you wants to, but you were still going to stand your ground if he tried to guilt trip you about the situation.

“And I was very mad,”

“I know.”

It’s silent for a few moments, and Suguru takes in how despite the tears blurring your vision, you refuse to give in and apologize about anything.

“But that’s only because you scared me to death,” he hears you sniffle, and he sees you blink away the tears before staring at him in shock. Suguru takes a few steps towards you, and for a moment you see the hesitation in his action. He quickly brushes it off as he gently rests his hand on your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek.

“You have no idea how terrifying that was.” Your heart starts racing at his words, and his touch left a tingling feeling behind when he pulled away to pat your head.

“I don’t want you to do that again, but I gotta admit,” he ruffles your hair, the scowl on his face morphing into a soft expression.

“That was really cool,” your smile is on your lips almost immediately at his words, and you take your hand and wrap it around his wrist. You pull his hand down and place it again on your face, a bold move that has the both of you slightly blushing.

“You think I’m cool?” your voice sounds sweet when you ask the question, and Suguru thinks he’s never heard you sound like this before but he nods anyway.

“The coolest.”

Neither of you move or say a thing after this, but the prolonged eye contact had the tall male leaning down a bit hesitantly at first, making sure you were okay with it. So when you pull him closer and place your lips on top of his, Suguru is convinced that it was the right thing to do.

The kiss is short and sweet. You pull away after a few seconds and the blush on your cheeks spreads across your entire face when he leans in to give you another kiss. Then another and another.

“Sugu—“

“Shhh, you look cute when you’re flustered.”

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hansoeii · 9 months

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Several things: -LOVE your art, it’s amazing! Especially the one with Crowley and Aziraphale under the umbrella - which software do you use? Your art always look SO gorgeous (cheeky quote from GO right there lol) - how did you get so good at drawing?And thank you for encouraging other people to keep drawing and being so kind as I sometimes can’t help but compare my sketches to others and feel silly, but I guess it’s just a learning curve… Thank you so much for bringing your art to the world!😊

Thank you so much!!

I use Clip Studio Paint for drawing and Photoshop for small adjustments!

2. Haha thanks! Honestly...it's the hyperfixations. I managed to improve a lot in just a year because I've been drawing SO much cos there's so many shows and movies I became obsessed with that I wanted to create art for. So by drawing a lot I just naturally improved. For example these two Illustrations are just a year apart:

I actually didn't actively try to improve, it's been a while since I did proper studies (I just don't really have the time for it between freelancing and art school), it just happened.

But I can absoluetly recommend going on YouTube and look for some art tutorials if you actively want to start improving! There's some channels that helped me so much back then:

moderndayjames

Incredible shape language and super insightful tutorials on all kinds of topics! I learned so much from him.

Ahmed Aldoori

So many awesome tutorials on so many different areas of art. Love it.

Marco Bucci

Incredible tutorials on color theory and understanding how color works in general! Learned SO much from him!

Sinix Design

The OG tutorials I began learning from. I watched his videos religiously as a teen. I adore his painterly style and adopted it in some way, haha.

Ethan Becker

This dude sometimes drops these tiny art tips that just completely blow my mind and that I adopt immedietly. He's super entertaining but also such a great teacher.

And I can also recommend checking out this book by James Gurney if you want to get better at colors!

And for anatomy I highly recommend the Morpho books!

But improvement doesn't only come from drawing a lot. A lot of the time I don't draw for a while and just study the world and artists around me and suddenly I improved when I get back to drawing. Don't ever overwork yourself to the point that you don't enjoy what you do anymore. Take breaks and listen to your body!

I learned to try and not compare myself to other artists, which helped a lot. Through conventions and social media I made so many lovely artist friends and realized how we're all struggling in a very similar way. A lot of us don't even really know what we're doing most of the time, haha. But we help each other out, it's such a wonderful community. I think when you're not actively part of the community it tends to feel like other, more successful artists are some kind of art gods that have perfected the craft and never struggle. But believe me, all the artists you admire go through rough times all. the. time. Sometimes what they do feels easy and natural, other times (more often than not) it feels like you have to try and learn how to walk all over again and you start to doubt your abilities. I personally go through that so many times.

So what I'm trying to say is that instead of comparing yourself to the artists you admire, learn from them instead. Ask questions, befriend fellow artists, study the artists you enjoy and just have fun with it!

And finally I thought it would be fun to share some of my horrendous Johnlock fanart from a decade ago for some motivation:

I hope my answer didn't overwhelm you, but I thoight it would be nice to give a more detailed answer!

Have a wonderful day and keep drawing! :)

#ask #my art #art tutorial #art resources #art help #digital art

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fafameow · 9 months

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Sorry to come out of nowhere but I just wanted to say that your art is so warm and so colorful and so ROUND in all the best ways and your style really captures my favorite things about Kirby! I've always found it really inspirational!

Also, I love the way your line art looks?! I have to ask (you don't have to answer though) is there a specific brush or technique you use to get that soft, multi-layered effect?

Either way, wishing you a wonderful day!

Thank you so much for your nice message, it means a lot!! I've been wanting to make a small tutorial about how I make my Kirby art, so I guess your question came right on time hehe ^^ As I'll be explaining all of my process, I'll also answer your question about my line art! Btw my art program is Paint Tool SAI and I'll also be showing the brushes I use as well as their settings (i made up most of them a long time tho).

So first here's the brush that I use for basically anything, whether sketch or lineart!

It took me a while to understand what you meant by multi-layered effect, but no the brush doesn't do that, that's actually my way of doing "lineart" (ig it's not really lineart cus I just do sketches that I clean later on).

I then clean up everything, add the details and block by using a grey color.

Afterwards I add the flat colors! I already have my own made up color palette, but otherwise I always use a purple color as overlay.

And I also use that same shade to color the lineart!

Next comes the fun part, shading! Here's THE brush that gives that soft effect to all of my drawings ^^ It's the same setting as my eraser too!

And yeah I also shade with light purple lol

There's also some other brushes that I use for more effects, like the airbrush! (I don't think I've touched the settings that much) I mostly use this one for lighting effects.

And finally the water brush! I sometimes use it for blending or for quick backgrounds,

but you can also see that when put it to "Spread" it also becomes the one that I use for my blushes hehe

Aaand I believe that's all of the brushes I use for my art! I do have more, but I only use those for other specific stuff like animation or pixel art.

Adding some details AND VOILÀ!!

Now you know how I make my Kirby art! (but this also applies for all of my art) I sometimes redraw on the contours to give that "pop up effect" a bit like what they did in rtdldx lol ^^

I really hope it was easy for everyone to understand cus this is my first time making a tutorial! And to Desultory Novice, I hope I managed to answer your question too!!

Thanks again and have a great day :D

#fafa's answers #art tutorial #kirby #magolor #fafa art

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melverie · 1 month

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Aaahhh, thank you so much for the tag @king-a-queen!! 💚💚

15 Questions Tag Game

01 - Are you named after anyone?

First name: nope Second name: yep, after my grandma

02 - When was the last time you cried?

About a week ago bc I was laughing too hard Also techinically this morning. My eyes just started tearing up a bit while I was still in bed & staring against the wall. I guess that white wall was just tugging at my heartstrings

03 - Do you have kids?

The only children I have are my OCs <3 My current beloved OCs are Aym, Marchosias (💖💖💖💖💖), and Baal; all for Obey Me

04 - What sports do you play/have you played?

So as a kid, I took MSE (self-defense) classes, I did ballet for a short while, and I played badminton. But now I'm not really doing much sports anymore. I'm occasionally working out in a sad attempt to stay healthy but that's...not working out all that well because I keep forgetting about it lol. That being said, I walk anywhere as long as it's a walkable distance away (to me, that's around 90min max), idc it's the European mindset. Der Fußbus hält überall :)

05 - Do you use sarcasm?

As if I would ever smh what are these accusations

06 - What is the first thing you notice about people?

When I pass strangers on the street, I try to look for little moments that bring them joy. That being said, 90% of the time I'm just lost in my own thoughts & have completely tunnel vision, so imagine noticing anything 😭 When I first meet people tho, it's usually the way they look at you, which tbh is a little ironic because I sometimes just cannot look people in the eyes NFDHSKGJHKSDLGS

07 - What's your eye color?

They used to be blue, but now they're more of a greyish green with a few brown spots in them

08 - Scary movies or happy endings?

Okay endings, actually! Where characters don't get the happy ending they were hoping for, and some things are still a little messy, but all in all things are okay and they finally get to breath again. Though I guess that's kind of a happy ending? lol

09 - Any talents?

My newest talent is being able to imitate the cry of an owl. My sister explained it to me earlier & once I got it to work I've been doing it non-stop until I got lightheaded 😭 Worth it tho Other than that, being able to teach myself the basics of a lot of things within a day (one of the upsides of ADHD), as well as abandoning a lot of my projects after a while because I suddenly decided to start a completely different one (one of the downsides of ADHD) I also have a real talent for writing angst. Ask any of my closer mutuals, I keep terrorizing them with my ideas (love you guys 💖) And finally: telling myself that I'll go to sleep early & then it's 5am

10 - Where were you born?

in Germanyyy fun fact: I was born more or less close to a town that has a store called 'Mephisto' lol

11 - What are your hobbies?

being insane, obviously 💚 some of my mutuals can surely attest to that lol No, but in general I enjoy writing & drawing, as well as, uhm. Randomly deciding to take up multiple really time-consuming projects, such as the OM card rec thing I did that I still need to update ahhhh, my Obey Me OC & MC ask game that originally had 200+ questions before I cut it in half out of fear of it being too long, half of my side blogs, and SOOOO many other things. <- or in short, being insane 💚 I also really love cooking & baking! Side note, if anyone wants an easy chocolate lava cake recipe, you just need to ask... 👀 Also lately it's just been romancing Thanatos in Hades because I randomly remembered that I hadn't done that yet

12 - Do you have any pets?

I used to have clownfish and a starfish, but other than that I've never had any myself. I love the dogs I dogsit with all my heart tho, and there is this cat that I sometimes meet on my way to work. She always runs up to me when she sees me and won't stop meowing until I start petting her, and last time she climbed onto my lap (I sat down in the middle of the sidewalk, I did not care lmao), she's literally the sweetest 😭😭 I also ring the doorbell for her whenever it rains so she doesn't have to stay outside lol

13 - How tall are you?

1,68m or 5'6 if I got the conversion correct lol

14 - Favourite subject in school?

Heavily depended on the teacher, but generally art class because we usually got to work on whatever we wanted with and listen to music. Also English in 9th grade, math in 10th and German in 11th because the teachers were great

15 - Dream job?

I've been thinking of translations in general/software localizition for a while now. I just love dissecting all the small differences between languages (D.D.D.s being called 'D3' my beloved), + there are so many invisble choices made when translating. You'll always lose something because every language has its little quirks and a different mindset that can't be translated directly, but you'll also gain something that the original version didn't have. It's an art form in itself, and I really love that <3 The other job that keeps popping into my mind is event mangement. I already get to organize a ton of things for my uni since I'm part of the student council for one of my two majors. It's exhausting, but also really rewarding when you have people come up to you afterwards to tell you how much fun they had!

No pressure tags for a bunch of people, hehe >:) @alpine-forget-me-nots @healersadjust @misc-magic @sweetbrier2908 @reblogs-are-the-love @shootingstarrfish @mjoria @too-much-gacha @layphie @katboykirby @ghostlyyraccoon @lost-in-lamentation @bagofwetmice @glamphantasm @wizardthesai @mellonyheart @arlatthan as well as anyone else that wants to join!

#tag game #15 questions tag games #if anyone tagged would rather answer with a different blog of theirs then go ahead! i have main/side blogs figured out for most of you lol #also if some would rather not get tagged again in the future lmk!!

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visionsofmagic · 1 year

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𓇻 day 3 of fic days [masterlist] 𓇻

◜ attention. [simon “ghost” riley x f!reader] ◞

― video game: call of duty: modern warfare II

― summary: being the medic of force 141 has its consequences; draw attention of lieutenant, ghost as they say.

― wc: 2.2k

― warnings&tags: fluff, angsty (a little bit), kissing, touching, masked!ghost, confession, no using of y/n. enjoy <3

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famous soldier of force 141; simon riley, ghost as they said. a man who you should not try to make a conversation with. he was a soldier – he acted like a soldier, not having specific emotions rather than all stillness, acting unhuman mostly; not eating, not talking. indeed you knew him more than others in the building. being medic of force 141 has give you a chance to get further knowledge about the team since you looked each of them one by one when they needed any treatment after a tough mission after captain price picked you as personal medic of the team, trusting you truly, seeing you like a part of it already.

you has spent nearly a year with each of them, especially soap who were like a friend of yours rather than a soldier who just came to you for medical support. he showed his face whenever he found some free times between his mission with the force 141. he and captain price were there for you whenever you needed to calm yourself down because it was a hard job to be doctor for soldiers since they needed mental treatments too. but you were giving it to them because even if you didn’t know every mission particularly, you knew what they did to accomplish their mission.

so, yes, you were like their safe place to calm themselves down; having a few fun conversation that help them clear their minds from the mission they just came from, or simply getting needed treatment to their wounds.

it was all easy job after you got used to it even if it had its own difficult sides. the job you had in there was good for you because you knew you were doing something – good. every person in the world needed to feel – good and healthy for you. pain was a nasty thing, tingle on people’s skins to make them weak for a moment but with your help, they were getting more powerful than before after the treatment section. you always had a smile on your pretty face, you always had that delicate side of you whenever you saw how broken your patients were in that particular moments. you both had a good soul and a good heart – not so rare, not nowadays. you didn’t do the job for the money, no, you were doing it for others’ good – to make them feel well.

ghost knew that well. ghost saw this. with the sparkles on your eyes, especially those whenever you saw him in your medical room, he knew how you found it amusing to heal them. ghost didn’t know if you had a specific fond of him, no, he believed that you would never – he would never find a place on your mind, soul or heart – he believed he didn’t deserve it. you had a pure soul and having him in there would cause it to get – dirty, darker, worse. that was what ghost thought – and you knew it because as you believed, you got knowledge of him thanks to every visit he had.

in your first times, ghost didn’t trust you. he didn’t come for simple wounds which he could heal by themselves even if the team wanted him to come to your medical room as soap confessed later. he only came when he needed a real medical supply. even in those times, he didn’t speak at all, just answering you questions directly and shortly.

with time, after he finally paid attention to your presence, getting know you better as you did about him in return, he began to talk more than before. he even began to show his masked face, always masked, in your room, to get simple treatments like a bandage on his arm or hand. he was professional. his injuries didn’t happen so often, so, whenever he came to you, you felt both excitement to see him again finally and sadness because you didn’t like to see him in pain even if he hid it every time.

there was something in your heart that made you feel closer to him, not any other person from the team or the building at all – only him. some of your co-workers asked how you could treat a man like ghost who was acting like a real ghost and you always held the real answer to yourself; he is not only ghost for me, he is also simon riley, a man who was broken and needed all of your love.

you both liked ghost and simon riley. simon riley. it created a weird feeling on your chest whenever you called him with his name, real name, not believing how you achieved this closeness with him in the first place because it looked impossible – but now, after knowing that you got lieutenant’s attention, you found it as a miracle.

as ghost’s liking on you became visible each time you had spent, you couldn’t believe it but he was determined to show it to you.

beginning with simple gestures like nodding his head to yours whenever you met in corridors, elevators or stairs, making you blush, feeling so hot and excited in those times, he started to show how you got his attention. you didn’t know what made him acknowledge you but sure, you liked it. you liked it so much that you wanted to leave your room only to see him like few seconds that would last on your mind more than that.

then, he began to have simple conversation with you such as ‘how are you today’ that turned to simple jokes like ‘did clumsy soap visited you today too?’. you found their relationship cute and good. having gossip with soap about ghost made you laugh every time ghost mentioned soap’s names. you could see how ghost’s eyes traveled around your face when you laughed, chuckled or simply smiled. he found it amusing, as he said later in a romantic day you had, so rare but priceless.

after those cute but limited times, he began to come to your room because of having wounds that needed to be healed and wanting to see you. the bond you shared was growing thanks to the closeness you got slowly but strongly.

you realized that ghost wanted to become more than friends, as you thought you were and ghost approved. his little and shy touches in the first that were so delicate enough to make you question if he really touched you or not at all. your hands, fingers and hair were the first few places his skin touched gently, making you have a red colored face and pink cheeks with tickling skin. in return, you started to touch his arms, hands and knees rather than the places you touched to heal. that touches turned to confident ones as he looked pleased by them, giving you permission to touch.

lastly, the whole situation turned into something more – more than a friendship when he finally knocked your door before leaving for a mission that held great danger as your co-workers and captain price informed you to prepare yourself more than ever for all cases.

having fear on your heart, you waited ‘till night – probably 1 a.m., for ghost’s arrival. he told you he would come before going to mission after he got his supplies ready. traveling around the room, you prayed for his safety and rest of the team as well but mostly his – because you had a sensitive feeling for him in your heart which you denied ‘till that day, but finally accepted its presence since it grew into something you could not avoid no more.

ghost’s masked face finally showed itself, helping you to calm down immediately as you rushed towards his massive and bigger body to give a big hug by using both of your arms, hugging him from the neck as you stood on tiptoes to reach him.

his arms found your waist and back immediately, holding you so close and still. you heard his heavy breaths on your ear, feeling them on your neck and hair. you closed your eyes to feel him closer, tightening your grip on his neck. “simon –“ you sighed, not ready to leave him. not yet.

“I know,” he said in return. always understanding you without needing further information, “but don’t worry, everything will be okay.”

leaving his neck, putting both of your palms on this chest he had thick armors on but you could feel his fast beating heart which he would say how his heart was beating like that only because of you and your touches later. “don’t jump into danger.”

he held your cheek with his right hand while his left one stayed on your back, pushing your small body to him more, not getting enough of it. you couldn’t see his face but when he spoke, you knew he was smiling under the mask, playful to make you calm down more about the mission, “danger should not jump to me.”

hitting his arm a little, you smiled too.

spending a certain time on his arms while touching his masked face and arms as he touched your body with the same willingness, you left him there to get something from your table.

“here,” you picked the necklace that only had a black stone which was untouched. “it is something I found in my childhood years, beside a river.” you stood in front of ghost while showing it to him with a sad but proud smile on your face, “I thought how beautiful it looked in that day, not looking like every other stones in that river, but having its own beauty.” you took his hand, opening his palm to leave the necklace into his big palm while he was watching you carefully. “I like to look at it whenever I feel fear, sadness or stressed. it reminds me that wonderful day and I also find it amusing that the stone is untouched yet so beautiful in its own way.”

closing his palm which had the necklace now, you looked up to see his brown and dark colored eyes, “keep it and whenever you feel fear or something like that, look at it. remember the most beautiful thing on your life. it will give you strength.”

he looked at the stone for a while before caressing your cheek and asking, “why are you giving me this? what if you feel fear again?”

putting your cheek more into his palm, smiling, you replied, “because now I have my own beauty, right in front of me, with a beating warm heart.”

closing your eyes, not wanting to see more because of feeling a little fear about whether he felt the same way as you do or not. ghost stood silent and unmoved for a while before moving his hand which has began to touch your face gently contrary to all his massiveness.

with a heart beat, you opened your eyes and the moment you opened it, you saw how ghost opened his mask ‘till it reached to his nose, reveal half of his face and his lips that looked so good – so touchable.

when you thought about how you wanted to feel them on your lips firstly and then all over your body, ghost acted like he read your thoughts, kissing you deeply by pushing you to him by your neck he gripped.

feeling the hotness of his lips, going from his to yours, you almost left a high pitched growl sound which made ghost to go further, holding you from both of your neck and back, crashing your body to his huge one, he deepened the kiss like it could go any deeper.

holding his cheeks with your hands, you could feel both the fabric of his mask and his skin which made you feel so wonderful – finally you could feel him this closely. it was another miracle for sure.

“simon –“ you moaned his name, not having enough breath now.

he left your lips freely, letting you space to breath in and out with a exploding heavy chest. your mind was all gone but you could see the little smile on his lips that were visible for you finally.

“simon –“ you said again, getting the last remaining of your brain’s functions, “what’s this mean –“

he cut you, “it means that,” he said, looking at to you with such a great intensivity, “you said how I should look at this stone and think about the most beautiful thing on my life. then, whenever I feel down, I will look at it to think about you.” he kissed you one more time but short this time. “you are the only one thing in my life that is beautiful.”

“oh, simon –“ you said, kissing him couple of times while feeling lots of explosions in your heart that were effects of his confession. “I love you.”

simon let a wider smile, “I know.” then, it all went like that; simon kissing you passionately, you letting him do whatever he want. after that night, after he got back from the mission, your bond turned into something you could not predicted before. you two had your own beauty like that stone had – even more than its beauty and it always stayed on ghost’s neck, bringing you everywhere he went only to come into your arms in the end.

the end. 🦋

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violetsaffron5 · 8 months

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NSFW Gojo Week (7)

Ao3 • Discord 18+ • Social Media • Series Masterlists

Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader

Asking Gojo to stay late to help you train turns out to be more beneficial than anticipated.

cw: gojo's a little bit of an ass, edging, wax play, oral sex, vaginal sex

an: thank you so much to everyone who read and participated this week, it was so much fun!

words: 3.1k

Masterlist • Day 6

“Oh, come on.” Gojo says as he kicks you back, hands in his pocket, blindfold covering his eyes, “You can do better than that.”

“I’m tired. We’ve been going at this for hours. Not all of us have seemingly infinite stamina.”

He smirks, and you could swear that even though he has his blindfold on, he winked at your comment. You roll your eyes in response and huff, chest rising and falling as you lay on the floor in the training room of Tokyo Tech.

The room is dark, the only light coming from the candles lit all over the room. The light flickering off Gojo’s sharp jawline and perfectly unblemished skin almost makes him glow, appearing more ethereal than he normally does.

Tonight he’s in a casual black t-shirt and grey sweatpants that hang deliciously off his hips, exposing just enough to see the outline of the sexy v at his hips. It’s the outfit he typically wears each time you ask him to stay late and train with you.

Gojo comes over, crouches down in front of your feet resting his forearms on his thighs with a serious expression.

“You think curse users are going to give a shit if you’re tired?”

“I want you to give a shit that I’m exhausted.”

He smiles, teeth perfectly straight and pearly white, “Nope! Now get your ass up and let’s go again.”

You press your lips together and kick your foot out in Gojo’s direction, only for him to catch your ankle. With your other leg, you lock your knee in with his ankle and force him onto his back with you straddling his hips, pinning his arms above his head.

It was entirely way too easy.

He chuckles, nose inches away from yours, “When are we going to stop playing this game?”

“What game?” It comes out more breathless than you meant it to.

“The one where you ask me to stay late and train with you multiple times a week. We could just fuck. Wouldn’t that be easier than parading around in the shortest shorts you own?”

Your cheeks flush immediately, letting go of his hands and sitting up, turning away from him, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Gojo laughs quietly, moving his hands up from your hips to the bare skin just under your shirt. You gasp at the contact of his warm hands while he glides gently over the waistband.

“Try again.”

“I’m serious. I ask you to help train me so I can get better.”

“Really~,” he asks, drawing out the word before rolling his hips once causing you to gasp and bite your lip still turned away from his gaze.

He sits up, hands spanning your waist drawing little circles with his thumbs just below your breasts while he ghosts his lips along your jaw, down your neck, and across your shoulders. You swallow and take a deep breath, hands relaxing to rest on his shoulders as you finally turn to align your noses.

Your lips part as your eyes flicker between his blindfold and lips several times before gravitating to him slightly, the corner of his lip twitches up as he leans forwards to meet you halfway.

Only to be stopped, unable to move forward again, lips just barely touching, “You can get more of what you want when you admit to your poor plan.”

He adjusts you slightly so you sink further onto his hips, feeling his growing length in his sweatpants before rocking your hips once.

That’s all it takes for your resolve to crack.

“Fine. I-” You give in with a sigh, bringing your index fingers up through the fabric of his blindfold next to his eyes, lifting it up and off to reveal his gorgeous cerulean eyes, “I was just doing this to spend more time with you.”

“Good girl,” he says with a cocky smirk, and the next thing you know, you’re flat on your back, Gojo’s lips pressed to yours in a dizzying kiss that leaves you more than breathless when he pulls away tugging your lower lip.

The lights flicker around the room from the candles as Gojo easily stripes off your shirt and bra, tossing them haphazardly to be found later. With a flick of his wrist, most of the flames in the room turn into puffs of smoke, leaving only the candles nearest you alight.

If you let yourself sit and think about it too long, you’d think this is kind of romantic. Alone, the dim light in the room casting your shadows along the walls, a burning passion and desire between the two of you.

Smirking mischievously, Gojo grabs one of the nearby candles. You gasp as he brings the candle lower letting the hot flame caress the swells of your breast, just below your nipple, across your abdomen, and through the valley of your breasts; the heat radiates close to your skin but he never lets it get close enough to burn.

It’s thrilling. Teetering on this edge of pleasure and pain as Gojo watches your expression, smiling when you giggle. Tilting the candle slightly, a few drops of melted wax drip onto your stomach. You hiss, stomach clenching from the searing contact, but it cools almost instantly.

“Mm, Gojo,” You whisper when he leans down to kiss along your jaw and neck, fingers finding his silky white tresses, the other wrapping easily around his shoulder.

“Satoru.” He corrects easily, voice muffled in the junction of your neck and shoulder as he focuses on sucking a little starburst under your ear.

Your eyes are closed and you can’t help the smile that spreads across your lips as you repeat back his name breathlessly thinking about how you haven’t had hickeys on your neck since high school.

He moves lower, sucking several spots along your clavicle and chest before grabbing the candle again, thinking he’s going to do the same thing, bring the flame close to your freshly marked skin. Only this time, he tilts it until a few drops of hot wax splash onto the new tender spots.

You hiss from the sensation and are also slightly horrified by the jolt that’s sent to the apex of your thighs from his actions, slick pooling in your shorts.

As he continues to move lower, you grab at the shirt he’s wearing, pulling it off him, refusing to be the only naked one as he continues to strip you of your clothes. He’s more muscular than he appears with his shirts and sweatshirts on, it’s not uncommon for sorcerers to be muscular given all the physical activity, but his sinewy back and torso are to die for.

“No panties?” He looks up with wide, gleaming eyes as he pulls your shorts past your ankles, watching as you shake your head and bite your lip, “Fuck, you wanted this so bad.”

Your chest is heaving, tits rising and falling in anticipation; a fire is burning in your core, desire running rampant, waiting for him to touch you, to give you any stimulation to your aching clit.

Grabbing his blindfold, Satoru leans over you gently sliding the silk fabric over your head to cover your eyes. It’s so dark, you can’t see a thing out of it and it fits so snuggly there are no cracks to make out any light.

“How do you see out of this thing?” You turn your head a few times, trying to find an angle that lets you see something but it’s useless.

Satoru laughs, running his hands along the length of your body slowly and that’s the only response you get until you hear him sigh before going back to suck a few small marks on your neck before nipping and licking his way to your breast, slipping a nipple in his mouth while palming the other.

Your back arches off the mats, pulling his hair while he pinches and tweaks each nipple with his thumb and forefinger, gently tugging on the other with his teeth.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out, thrusting your hips up to try and meet his, to find stimulation while he’s rolling his fingers and tongue over your hardened buds.

He smiles, watching how you shamelessly squirm beneath him in pleasure, cock straining in his sweatpants from the sight. He’s thought about seeing you like this on more than one occasion. Usually, the center of his fantasies is when he gets home from helping you train, using his palm to release the ach between his thighs.

But seeing you like this is so much better than his fantasies. All needy and helpless, waiting for you to inevitably beg him to fuck you. And he will. But not yet.

You’ve been making him patiently wait for far too long.

A sharp gasp leaves your lips when he lets go of your breast with a pop, squeezing the other before letting his hands roam to your waist and hips, leaving a trail of soft, teasing kisses in his wake, dipping his tongue in your belly button.

You lift your hips when he runs two fingers through your slipper folds.

“So sensitive,” He muses more to himself than you, palming his rock-hard cock through his sweatpants at the sight before massaging the plush skin of your thighs, lowering himself between them.

“Fuck, Satoru!” You cry out when he gives an experimental lick up the center of your core, leaving a too-soft, too-gentle kiss right on your neglected clit before moving to kiss and lick your thighs.

Your hands grip his hair, trying to keep him at your center so he can extinguish the flames that are threatening to swallow you whole right now. When he swats your hand away, you attempt to close your legs around his head in sheer neediness, but Satoru pushes your thighs apart.

“Keep your legs open.” He commands, forcing a loud, frustrated whine to leave your lips.

“Satoru, please, I need it, I need you. Please.”

“I know, baby, I know,” he murmurs, licking his lips at the sight of your glistening pussy, pressing his thumb gently to your clit and giving one small, tiny circular motion.

“Oh god,” you moan out, much to his amusement, rutting your hips in a poor attempt at keeping the slightest amount of stimulation he just gave.

“Need me here, baby?” He asks condescendingly, watching you through his long, thick snowy lashes as you gasp, feeling his tongue run up your center, “Fuck, you taste so good.”

“Please- pleasepleaseplease,” you’re begging while he teases, letting his tongue explore every part of you for the first time.

And then he just stops.

You try your best to look around, unable to see anything still but you can feel the smirk that’s spread across his face right now against you.

“Satoru,” you’re whiney, needy and you want to keep rutting your hips to fuck yourself on his tongue but he’s moved his hands to your hips, halting any movement. “Satoru, what are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer, just keeps your legs spread wide open and hands cemented on your hips to keep you from moving.

“Please let me cum, please.”

Satoru laughs into you, the vibrations from his voice shooting to the tips of your fingers to your toes, causing them to curl.

You really thought begging would work, but he still seems annoyed that you played this little game of trying to spend time with him by training rather than just giving in to your desires and making what you want known. And that’s why he won’t give you any much-needed stimulation.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Satoru. I want you - I’ve wanted you, so bad,” You pant out in desperation, voice so deliriously needy you don’t have any time to be embarrassed about how badly you want him, need him right now.

He perks at the trembling of your voice, watching as you lay your head back in defeat and he laughs. Hot breath fanning your core before he enthusiastically licks along your folds, letting go of your hips to sink two fingers into your cunt, easily finding your sweet spot.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he focuses on rapidly flicking his tongue across your clit until you’re moaning all staccato and pretty for him, pulling on his hair, nails gripping into his shoulder as you shatter onto his hand when he sucks your clit into his mouth.

He works you through your release, watching you shiver and tremble, walls fluttering so delicately around his fingers. He’s losing his patience, losing his will to keep himself from you any longer.

When you come down from your high, head lolled to the side, Satoru pulls the blindfold off to reveal a devious glint in his eye.

He’s swift with his movements, pulling his sweatpants down just far enough so his cock springs free from the confines of his briefs, your eyes growing wide at the sight of his length, the red angry tip glistening from precum leaking from the slit.

“That’s-that’s not going to fit.” You breathe before laughing a little deliriously.

“You’ll make it fit yeah? For me, 'cause you wanted this so bad?”

You barely have time to nod your head before he’s hoisting you up, sitting back on the balls of his feet as he lines the tip with your entrance.

He presses his forehead against yours as he hisses, “fuck, so tight.”

Your nails dig into his shoulder as you continue to slide down his thick length, jaw slack from the feeling of being so full. More full than you think you’ve ever been before.

Satoru licks along the length of your neck, groaning into you as you get fully seated on his lap. The kiss he places on your lips is slow and sensual as he moves his hips slightly, letting you adjust to his size.

Cupping your jaw, he slips his tongue in your mouth letting the wet muscle dance with yours before spitting in your mouth. It’s filthy, he’s filthy and the electricity running through your body is lighting your nerves on fire.

Your back hits something firm, to your confusion, when Satoru leans you back slightly, trailing his hands from your hair and neck over your breasts and down to your hips. Looking from side to side, you’re suspended in the air.

He’s able to read the confusion on your face, answering your question before you’ve even asked it.

“My Infinity.”

You laugh a little, “didn’t know you could do things like this with your technique.”

“I can do things you couldn’t ever imagine.” His eyes are more black than blue, filled with lust and desire as he quickly, roughly snaps his hips into you once, causing you to grab his arms for support.

Grabbing another candle, Satoru slowly lets the wax drip and fall along the top of your chest, watching intently as it rolls down over your breasts. It stings, causing you to suck in a breath between your teeth when the hot wax rolls over your sensitive, hardened buds. But the thoughts of pain swiftly vanish when he runs his tongue between the valley of your breasts, stopping at the junction of your shoulder and neck to suck a few small marks there.

He fucks into your rough and fast, pistoning his hips as he continues to drip candle wax along your chest and abdomen, feeling the way it begins to pool in your belly button. His hands are on you before the wax has a chance to dry, spreading the warm oil over your sides and back, pressing his hard chest into your softer one as he lays you back flat on the mat below.

“Oh god!” You clench as his tip hits your cervix in the most delicious way. It’ll bruise and be uncomfortable tomorrow, but that’s for you to worry about another time because right now it feels so damn good. “Right there, please don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. Instead, he lifts your legs, pressing your knees to your chest as he continues to slam into your relentlessly.

“Like this baby?” Satoru asks breathlessly, babbling before giving you time to answer, “Yeah, you do. I knew y-you would. Knew you’d like it filthy- scratch my back.”

You oblige, digging your nails into his shoulder and dragging them down slowly each time the tip of his heavy cock pinches your cervix. It makes you want to close your legs, wrap them around his waist and never let him go.

He groans into you, sticking his fingers in your mouth causing you to choke and gag slightly before spitting again.

“Swallow.” He commands, watching as your eyes roll to the back of your head as you do what he said, clenching around his cock so hard he knows you’re going to milk him for all he’s worth.

And he can hardly wait.

“Satoru, I’,m-I’m gonna-” Your voice is caught in your throat when he adjusts slightly, the tip of his cock brushes over your sweet spot, causing your vision to go white and a wave of ecstasy to course through your veins.

“Shit- that’s it, baby, give it to me, yes,” He moans before latching his lips to yours, pumping his hips, working your through your release.

And he was right, your walls squeeze and clench around him like a goddamn noose and he can’t hold back any longer. His fingertips dig into your hips as he pulls out, grabbing the base of his cock and stroking a few times before he throws his head back, letting out the filthiest, most sinful moan you’ve ever heard, his release covering your chest and stomach, alongside the now dried wax on your skin.

You’re both breathing heavily, the only sounds in the quiet training room coming from your deep breaths. Even though the only light in the room is from the few remaining candles, it’s too bright right now, so you cover your eyes with your elbows, letting what just took place on campus sink in.

You’d both be in a world of trouble if Yaga were to catch you in here, panting, you fully naked and Satoru halfway because he was too impatient to actually remove all articles of clothes. You’re not too worried about it though - after all, you do have faith that Satoru would cover for you. Come up with some excuse or at the very least, threaten Yaga and the higher-ups into letting you keep your job.

“You okay?” Satoru asks, snapping you out of your thoughts when he moves your elbow away from your face. You blink several times, eyes readjusting to the dim light in the room as he tucks several strands of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah, I-I’m okay. Holy shit.” You answer, still breathless from being fucked within an inch of your life.

“Good. I wanna go again.”

#jjk fanfic #violetsaffronfic #jjk smut #jjk x reader #gojo satoru smut #gojo smut #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #nsfwgojoweek2023

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ryuichirou · 14 days

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Okay I know you made this art like AGES ago but the womb tattoo Idia lives rentfree in my head and I wanted to ask if you had any hcs connected to that, like which character would love it and breed him nonstop, who'd find it hot in theory but not actually want to knock him up, who'd just make him get rid of it to not even risk it... or maybe someone would just make him a public breeding stock?

Hi again, Anon!

I am so happy you liked that one; I randomly remember that idea from time to time as well. We definitely should revisit it, and I should draw it again, but for now I’ll use your ask as an opportunity to talk about it!

First of all, “public breeding stock” is a phrase that feels so wrong yet so right when you apply it to Idia… thank you for putting this image in our heads. Ah, the way he should be treated 😔

As for the boys, I think none of them would want to get rid of the tattoo in an easy non-sexual manner; maybe it’s because of magic, maybe it’s horny monkey brain, but the moment they see it on Idia’s stomach, they’ll go ballistic lol

I also think that the majority of the boys we ship Idia with wouldn’t actually want to knock him up BUUUUT there is some nuance to this whole thing, so let’s go through the list of our main Idia ships…

Azul – this one actually has some hcs, since the original comic is Azul/Idia-centric! The moment Azul learns about the true meaning of the tattoo, he’ll play the “oh how dare you, did you want to use me for your own satisfaction, Idia-san?” card, of course being very obviously fake about this heartbreak and betrayal of trust. And he would completely ignore the fact that Idia wasn’t planning on doing that at all… and he’ll keep talking about it, while having sex with Idia, completely ignoring Idia who is trying to explain that this isn’t the case. The fact that Idia’s mouth starts smiling involuntarily due to how good it feels doesn’t help his case at all.

Azul doesn’t really buy the breeding thing, but he’ll still get overly horny simply due to how much power he has over Idia in this state, especially as the tattoo lights up with his every move and how Idia exhales whenever the dick leaves his body. They’ll break the spell, but Azul will definitely use it in the future. Controlling Idia by having the one thing that he wants sounds like too powerful of an idea to ignore it. Azul is on his way to learn how to cast it! (he’ll also try not to think about how much he genuinely loved seeing Idia looking like this and desiring him…)

Jade and Floyd will get super into in this exciting new thing that Idia did to himself. It’s like a fun toy just got upgraded into the best toy! Idia is already pretty easy to chase and freak out, but when he’s barely running because his body actually wants him to get railed by these two, even though his mind isn’t… it’s perfect. It also feels like when Idia is scared of them, his sexual frustration gets even worse, so by the time they finally get tired of playing around and pin him down, his tattoo would be so bright and hot and his hips would move on their own because he’s desperate. These two would really push the tattoo’s effect to its absolute limits before they even get to touch Idia directly. So of course they’ll comment on how pathetic Idia looks, and of course they’ll play with him for hours!

While they probably won’t be very interested in the breeding part, they would love how Idia begs them to stop but also keeps clinging to them. They’ll also love how his belly is getting filled and stretched as they finish inside for the 5th time both, and Jade would be the one to not only comment on that, and then Floyd would put pressure on the belly to make Idia squirt out everything he’s been storing inside for the past two hours. His tattoo almost started disappearing, too..! But now that Idia is empty, it’s bright and hungry again.

Ortho – Of course he’ll help his niisan/niichan out! Isn’t it for the best that they can do it together and Idia won’t have to embarrass himself in front of other people? Not to mention, they’ve read a hentai manga just like that about a younger brother who helped out his older sister in the exact same way! What do you mean Ortho shouldn’t have access to this type of literature? Too late! Anyways, he’ll ignore Idia moaning about how wrong this it because he’s too busy enjoying how the tattoo colour changes whenever he changes the settings of his robo-dick.

Ironically, I can picture him of all people kind of wishing to knock Idia up, both as AI Ortho and as actual human Ortho. Not only he’ll say it while fucking the living daylights out of Idia, he’ll also make sure that by the time of his third orgasm Idia would start agreeing with him while crying of pleasure. This would’ve instantly became a cringe memory that Idia could’ve easily brushed off (he wasn’t really himself, it was the tattoo’s fault) when the whole thing is over; but Ortho would say that it’s a bummer that actually knocking Idia up is impossible… Ortho, please, you are the one person who SHOULDN’T think about it!

Sebek – no thoughts head empty; after figuring out what kind of curse this tattoo implies and yelling at Idia for being so obscene, he’ll get consumed by the desire to breed him. Maybe fae react to this type of tattoo stronger? Maybe it’s just a Sebek thing. But the moment he stares at the tattoo for longer than 2 seconds, his pupils will dilate and he will get super horny. He might get a vague desire to actually impregnate Idia, and it’ll keep his hips going like crazy, but it wouldn’t go further than that. Even though for a moment there he really would feel like Idia’s body is capable of handling fae eggs or anything else for that matter… Still, Sebek will fill Idia with to the brim and just keep creampie-ing him until both of them pass out.

Lilia – he is the one guy who is actually aware about the tattoo and what it represents, and he would be very impressed by the fact that Idia managed to do this to himself somehow. This is absolutely the first time Lilia witnessed someone doing it on accident… He’ll scare Idia with stories about how some infertile fae casted this spell on themselves and pumped out like 5 babies that year in one go, and how the tattoo means that Idia won’t go back to normal until his body is properly satiated with thick and potent seed. Idia could just ignore it of course, it won’t kill him, he’ll just feel incredibly horny all the time and start feeling the urge to shove anything even remotely phallic inside his ass—this is where Idia would beg Lilia to stop talking and making everything worse lol

Lilia will fuck Idia alright! And he’ll feel him good, while still talking about how Idia’s body will start changing whether he wants it or not. Idia will be completely terrified but also too horny to think about anything because Lilia would feel way too good.

But ALSO. When Lilia himself is done (grandpa can’t go 10 rounds like he used to…), he could actually do the “making Idia a public breeding stock” thing and just invite all the Diasomnia students to have their way with Idia. He’ll stay there the whole time, holding Idia’s legs and patting his head playfully while Idia completely loses his mind because both his hair and his tattoo would go absolutely crazy because of how overwhelmed and horny he is. He wouldn’t remember just how many guys he took that day, but thankfully, they left plenty of autographs on his body with a marker that Lilia found somewhere.

#replies #headcanons #azuide #shroudcest #lilidia #jadidi #floidi #sebeide

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thenotsofantasticlifestory · 1 year

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My Best Friend's Girl Ch.2

Kid x Fem!Reader x Killer

Word Count: 4.8k

A/N: Finally got around to finishing this, it's uh, just pwp.

Chapter 1

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It had been two and half weeks since Kid’s encounter with you and Killer, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t think about it nearly every night. But it was a one off, a drunk fun time and nothing more. He was thankful for the chance but Kid knew he wasn’t getting more than that.

It still hadn’t stopped him from beating himself off, drawing again and again on the image of you choking around his girth. He’d used the panties to rub himself off so many times at this point they were ruined beyond measure.

Kid had been out plenty of times since then. He never had trouble talking up some drunk girl at the local bar, getting her to follow him to bed. But then the unthinkable happened, he just…couldn’t seem to finish. Even after plenty of petting and making out and foreplay, when it came down to it, Kid would see the person below him or on riding on top of him and every time he was thinking of you, of the way you stretched around his girth with pleasured moans, the way your body held those little beads of sweat as Killer and he fucked you and it just wasn’t the same. It would never be the same. Getting frustrated with himself he’d close his eyes and imagine it was you, crying out for him as your legs tightened around his waist, and then he was good, finishing with your name on his lips in a breathy sigh, much to the annoyance of whoever he happened to be with.

But he hated this mental block, having you plague his thoughts both in and out of the bedroom was driving him crazy. So, at this port he didn’t bother trying, knowing what outcome he’d receive, and instead, while others were out enjoying themselves, he decided to enjoy his bottle alone in the ship mess hall.

He wasn’t exactly sure if he was nervous or excited when you came in to join him.

“No luck tonight?” you asked.

Kid grumbled, swallowing straight from the whiskey bottle as you took a chair opposite him.

“This island’s full of hicks,” he said.

You chuckled, taking the bottle from his fingers and drinking a healthy gulp yourself.

“Because you have such exquisite taste in sexual partners?”

Kid grinned. He’d always loved that, the mouth you had on you, unafraid to give him his fair share of shit and God the mouth you had on you. His mind flashed to those coy lips stretched around his length, slick with saliva and cum as you stared up into his eyes.

He had to shake himself out of it, fuck this was not the time.

You took another healthy swig of whiskey, looking toward him with those half-lidded eyes he loved and hated all at the same time.

The two of you fell into easy conversation, passing the bottle back and forth, laughing about the antics of the recent raid the crew had run and the fools that thought they stood a chance against your might. At some point you’d joined him on his side of the bench, taking any opportunity to jab him in the ribs and Kid threw his arm around you. He’d done it plenty of times before, even after you started dating Killer, just a trusted sign of friendship. It might have been the booze but Kid felt himself loosening up, some of the recent stress of the past few weeks melting away as it was apt to do when he was in your presence. The bottle was nearly empty soon enough and as Kid finished the rest of it off, he tossed it unceremoniously off to the side. The clatter of it against some crate brought a sharp laugh to your lips. He felt good, the past couple weeks Kid felt like he’d been walking on eggshells around you, missing the easy banter the two of you once had but felt it too awkward after the shared night he had with you and Killer. Not that he would’ve traded it for anything, but he just wasn’t quite sure how to go back to normalcy with you when every time he saw you his head was filled with the pleasurable little moans you made choking on his length.

It was scary how he felt sometimes you could read his thoughts.

“You still think about the time we had?” you asked.

Kid flinched, not knowing if it was the alcohol bringing this up or if you were genuinely curious. He fumbled for an answer as you smirked knowingly toward him.

“You took my panties, didn’t you?”

Kid choked on his own spit. Fuck. He wasn’t sure if you’d notice that or not. He had been hoping the two of you were drunk enough to not realize it. Before he could put together some kind of excuse you shoved the table to the side, crawling into his lap. Kid froze as you settled yourself comfortably. Was this allowed? Did Killer know? He was ready to shove you to the floor but the brush of your breasts against his chest and subtle grind on his cock had him paralyzed.

You paused, seemingly confused at Kid’s inaction before you chuckled in realization.

“It’s okay,” you said, “Killer knows.”

Shit. It was one thing when Killer had been there to okay the situation, but now Kid wasn’t sure. It could have just been the booze talking. His mouth felt dry feeling you press into him, your lips so tantalizingly close to his. If he shoved his head forward just a bit more, he could finally taste you, and God how badly he wanted to know what you tasted like.

Kid gulped, “Does he really?”

Now it was your turn to pull back, a look of hurt on your face, “Of course he does, I would never betray him or you.”

You kept his stare as Kid searched your face. The honest look in your eyes helped to quell his fears a bit. He felt almost a bit ashamed of himself now, questioning your loyalty to his friend. Feeling a bit more assured of himself he nodded, but still couldn’t quite get his head to move forward.

Then your lips brushed his, just the gentlest swipe of skin but it was enough. Kid found himself wanting more, wanting to feel the plush flesh against his own and if Killer decided to eviscerate him afterward? Well, he’d had a good life. Snaking a grip into your hair Kid pulled you forward, lips crashing into a harsh meeting. He wasted no time in skin, teeth, lips, tongue, devouring and tasting you in any way he could. How long had he imagined this? Being able to kiss and hold you like this? It was messy. It was sloppy. It was more perfect than he’d ever thought it would be. You replied with eager enthusiasm, meeting each clash of lips and tongue with your own, threading fingers into his hair and pulling with a satisfied groan.

Kid broke apart, desperately needing air and panting hard, before attacking your neck with nips and sucks, relishing in the soft skin there and feeling himself harden even more. This was what he had been wanting since that night, while your mouth did wonders for him, he had never gotten the chance to feel you up, to grope the soft flesh and bring those little mewls of pleasure from you himself.

If he was going to go for it, might as well go all in. Kid worked quick, peeling the buttons down your front until your breasts were displayed shamelessly before him. He yanked the bra down, an afterthought, nearly ripping the fabric in the process, before attacking your nipple, tongue laving and sucking with satisfied groans. It felt so much better than he’d ever imagined, your skin was absurdly soft against his face and every gasp and whimper he drew from you sent blood rushing to his cock.

He pulled back to admire the view, and he wondered how many times he checked out your cleavage, discreet little glances when you wore a low-cut top or when your nipples poked through a tight-fitting shirt? Seeing your bare chest before him, still red from the attacking of his lips, with little traces of his lipstick smeared across the skin, practically made him dizzy. His hand grabbed an ample mound, just relishing in the feel of that pliable flesh, fingers pinching at the nipple just to hear those sweet little sounds you made. He shoved his head back forward, sucking against the pert nubs, enjoying the taste against his tongue. His cock was straining against his loose pants now and every little grind and press you made against him had his breath coming in heavier. Grasping him by the hair he felt you yank his head back, your hooded eyes boring into his as you came forward in a chaste kiss. Kid tried shoving forward after you, wanting more, wanting to taste more of you, but you pulled him back. In a moment you stood, shedding the bottoms you wore before crawling back into his lap. Kid’s eyes darted down immediately, taking in the slick that was already leaking from your pink folds and he felt himself lick his lips.

He quickly followed suite, freeing his cock from the confines of his pants and you wasted no time in grounding your cunt against him. Kid’s head fell back, a moan spilling shamelessly from his lips that felt loud in the empty mess hall. You were just so wet. The way you slid deliciously against him already had him seeing stars, but hell if he was going to lose it already.

“Wait,” he choked out.

You paused, eyes flicking up questioningly. Kid had to resist the urge to kiss you again, those sinful little lips turned up in a pretty pout.

“Can you turn around?” he asked.

Catching on to his idea, you quickly shifted your position, back to Kid with your ass on full display which he wasted no time sliding his cock against your cheeks. God, he knew you had a nice ass, could tell in those tight pants you wore and having it bare before him now was a dream come true. His hand handled one of your cheeks, roughly kneading the flesh before he gave it a well-deserved slap, practically purring at the moan you gave in response.

“Fuck Kid I need you inside me right now,” you panted.

Kid stumbled now, brain unfogging from the haze of lust just enough to mutter out, “Shit, wait I should get a condom- “But you twisted around to grab his face in your hand, squishing his cheeks together slightly.

“Kid,” and he shivered at how thick your voice was, “Killer knows. Now get inside me.”

And how the hell could he say no to that?

Taking his cock firmly in one hand, he helped lift your hips with the other, positioning you gently over him and once you started to sink down on his length, Kid bit the inside of his cheek to keep sane. Dear god you were so ridiculously tight. He could feel every single inch of himself being enveloped by your glorious heat and Kid felt an exhale leave him. It took you some time, Kid knew Killer was big, but he also knew for a fact his cock was thicker than Killer’s, and hearing your little whines and gasps as he worked you down onto him had his chest swelling in pride. You worked yourself, adjusting to his girth as you took him deeper, impaling yourself on his cock and once he felt your bottom connect with his thighs Kid fought the shudder than ran through his entire body.

His metal hand held your body planted against him, enjoying every little flutter of your walls as you sat around him. The other was digging into your hips so hard he was sure it’d leave bruises, but Kid’s head was swimming and he needed to desperately ground himself. He gave an experimental short thrust, and the high-pitched little whine you gave him in response made his blood thrum. He kept it easy, shallow thrusts as you stretched around his size because the way you had his cock in a vice grip Kid was almost afraid he’d hurt you. And if Killer ever found that out, he really would be a dead man. Your breaths were coming in heavier as Kid rested his head against your shoulder, lips mouthing against the skin until he felt you lift yourself almost completely off him before slamming back down. The full thrust brought a loud groan from the both of you. You caught his eyes, one hand tangling in his hair as you pulled him in for an open-mouthed kiss.

“You don’t have to be gentle with me,” you whispered, “I want you to fuck me Kid.”

Kid practically felt the way his pupils dilated at the words, a low growl churning in his throat as he claimed your lips again, taking a harsh nip of your lip to draw a little blood.

“Don’t blame me if you can’t walk tomorrow,” the words were low and raspy but seeing the smirk you gave him in return his restraint snapped.

In that bruising grip he lifted you, as if you weighed nothing, before slamming you back down as he thrust up. Kid wasted no time setting up a relentless pace, he couldn’t slow down even if he wanted to, the way you were tightly milking his cock for everything it was worth had him breathing hard, nearly wheezing. He let his head fall back, closing his eyes tight and gritting his teeth because if he kept watching the way your perfect little hole was brutally receiving him, he was gonna lose it and this needed to last. Every little pitched scream you made was a symphony, he could see your nails scrabbling uselessly against the metal hand keeping you balanced and he wondered if you’d actually leave marks. The thought sent a shudder through him. Your body felt limp, it was all you could do but get a single breath before Kid impaled you again and again, fucking into you like it was the last thing he’d ever do. His forehead came to rest against your shoulder and you could feel the hot pants of air on your skin. A long continuous groan was spilling from his lips as he lost himself in the pleasure and you decided test your luck and clenched harshly around him.

A lewd moan burst forward as you felt sharp canines sink into your shoulder, Kid’s hot breath puffing against your skin as he stilled himself for a moment shuddering violently.

When he regained some semblance of control he licked at the red welt on your shoulder, “Do you pull dirty tricks like that on Killer too?”

“Well Killer can usually take it,” you purred in response, and he licked his lips at the challenge.

He went right back to pounding into you, the hand on your hip snaking up to wrap around your throat and the way you nodded in response pulled his lips back into a positively feral grin. He remembered how amazing that little throat felt swallowing him whole and feeling how fragile and small it was in his large grip only made him want to squeeze harder. Your breath was coming out in ragged little gasps, vocal cords completely closed off by the thick fingers squeezing around you as you placed your own hands atop his to encourage him for more. Kid could feel the thrum of blood in your veins shooting through the skin under his fingertips and a hot coil in his belly was already forming.

“Couldn’t even wait for me to start huh?”

Kid froze on the spot at the voice of his first mate. He couldn’t even bother pulling out of you as all the blood in his body turned to ice. He watched Killer saunter over, mask already set aside, and give you a brief peck in greeting that felt absurdly casual given he was still balls deep inside you. Kid sat there dumbfounded, watching to see if any hint is displeasure or betrayal would cross his friend’s face but he simply ran a thumb along the little cut on your lip where Kid had bitten down.

“Always so harsh, Kid,” he tsked.

Kid gulped, seeing that things seemed to be okay he released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, “She started it.”

“Has she cum yet?” he asked.

You shook your head no, a smile on your face as you were still lost in feeling of Kid’s massive girth.

“I was getting to that,” Kid huffed, his cheeks flushing.

He felt Killer lift you bodily off him, hard cock slipping out still soaked from your cunt and Kid shivered at the cold air that hit him. Killer sat you in front of his captain, letting your back rest against his broad scarred chest, as he knelt down.

His cock twitched, trapped against the small of your back and Kid couldn’t help but gently rut against you, frustrated at being denied his earlier release.

“Hang on to her for me will you Kid?” Killer gave you a quick peck to your inner thigh, “she tends to squirm.”

Kid obligingly grasped both your wrists, holding them tight behind you as Killer set to work kissing and sucking against your already reddened breasts. A stray finger flicked toward your cunt, and Kid felt you shiver in his lap, still sensitive from the recent bout of fucking.

Killer inserted two fingers, your head rolling back onto Kid’s shoulder, who wasted no time in burying his face into your neck, biting and sucking at the delicate skin there. He could hear the squelching as Killer fucked his fingers into you, each little tremor of your body shivering against his hardness.

Killer’s face dipped down, tongue taking a swipe at your clit and the way your body jumped at the contact made Kid chuckle.

“Make sure you hold her tight,” Killer said, before working his mouth more vigorously against that sensitive bundle of nerves. Groans spilled freely from your mouth as Killer worked you with his tongue and fingers, and Kid could only watch at the contortions of pleasure on your face had him hypnotized. He nudged his face to yours, alerting you to his presence, before claiming your lips against his. The breathy moans and pants of hot air he felt against his own lips went straight to his head as he latched on more ferociously, tongue delving into your mouth and swallowing your moans of pleasure as you complied, lips moving against his and smearing his lipstick further across your mouth. He could hear a groan from Killer as your head suddenly flinched back, eyes wide with a breathy “oh fuck..”

Kid looked over your shoulder, a harsh exhale from his lips as he studied Killer fingering you. He was three fingers in now, pumping at a ruthless pace and the way your body started to tremble and twitch told him you were close. Killer closed his lips around your clit once more, tongue attacking the abused nerves and suddenly your head fell back onto Kid’s shoulder with a high-pitched groan.

“That’s it baby, just let loose,” Killer murmured, his hand pistoning in and out of you, “Show Kid what you got.”

Your body started to buck wildly and Kid had to tighten his hold around you as a near scream ripped from your throat. To his amazement, a hot gush of liquid came spurting forth from your pussy, small at first before a gracious amount was exploding forth, covering Killer’s hand and wrist and your own thighs. Killer wasn’t daunted, still fucking into you harshly drawing more and more spend spilling forth with a satisfied grin pulling his lips and showing his teeth. Only once the gush of cum tapered off did he slow his fingers, pumping gently now drawing out a last few spurts of liquid and Kid could feel you trembling violently, your head still thrown back against him as your eyes stared at nothing. Killer finally pressed his fingers deep into you, simply holding them there and letting you feel the comforting stretch as you slowly began to come back to yourself.

Kid was breathing hard, what just happened was now burned into his memory forever and he was already replaying it in his head, not able to see enough of it. He’d heard about women squirting but had never actually managed to see it himself, Killer joking that he was too selfish in bed to make it happen, but hell if this is what it was like he’d certainly put more effort in next time. He could feel his cock achingly hard now, still pressed against the small of your back and he wondered how long it would take until you were ready to have him inside you again.

Killer pulled his fingers from you, giving them a lick and meeting Kid’s stare, “What did you think?”

“Fucking hell…” Kid’s eyes were still glued to the absolute mess between your legs now.

Killer’s brow furrowed in thought for just a moment, “Do you want to taste her?”

Kid’s attention snapped back to his friend, about to object but seeing the slick that dripped from his fingers held his words. Killer noticed and, before he could think better of it, brought his hand up to Kid’s mouth, fingers unceremoniously making their way past his lips. Kid jerked back, ready to snap at his first mate for just shoving his hand in his mouth, but the warm slick that hit his tongue stopped him.

Fuck you tasted so good, he’d been curious about it for a while and with the bittersweet flavor that spread through his mouth he finally understood Killer’s insistence with eating you out. Your spend was thick, a slightly sour taste and it was just so perfectly you. Kid shut his eyes, not wanting to meet Killer’s stare and felt his tongue swiping around the fingers, collecting every little taste that he could. Killer’s fingers withdrew and when Kid opened his eyes, he could see the two of you locking lips, his friend whispering small praises against your flesh between kisses. Kid could feel the heavy throb of his still unsatisfied cock and, hoping to bring attention back to himself, ground himself softly against your ass.

You pulled back from your boyfriend, a smirk crawling up your lips as you ground back against him, giving a soft moan.

You disentangled yourself from the two on shaky legs, making your way to the floor to lay on your back. Spreading your legs invitingly you playfully thrust you hip up at the captain.

“Well Kid, are you gonna finish what you started? Something about me not being able to walk tomorrow…?”

He saw Killer already settling beside your head, your lips mouthing at his jeans as he worked his cock free, and Kid’s knees practically hit the floor in his eagerness to get between your legs. He inserted a thick finger, just to feel how absolutely drenched you were. He could hear as you started to suck at Killer’s cock, the latter tangling his fingers in your hair as a satisfied sigh escaped his lips. He withdrew his finger, already lining up to enter you again and it was unfair how easily he slipped back inside you, walls clenching against him deliciously. His hands pushed back your thighs and this position was so much better, spread so beautifully wide for him as the tightness increased.

He glanced at Killer, lazily thrusting into your mouth and Kid hated that he knew once again his friend would outlast him. But it really wasn’t even fair, he had been so damn close before already and he knew once he started pumping into you, he wouldn’t last long. Pushing your legs almost uncomfortably far back he pressed his entire weight into you, red pubes meeting your slickness and even with Killer’s cock in your mouth he could hear the whine you gave. He gave himself a few long slow pumps inside you, jaw clenching at how tightly you clenched around him before his hips began to speed up. That coil of heat that had been sitting in his stomach was already firing back up and seeing the way your breasts bounced each time his hips snapped into you had him falling over the edge faster than he would have liked.

He still didn’t know the rules of this game you two played with him but finishing inside you felt like a transgression, too intimate to be allowed. With a heavy grunt he fucked hard into you, before quickly pulling out and fisting his cock as hard as he could. Hot cum shot onto your stomach as Kid pumped himself, his eyes watching every thick rope land against your flushed skin, some falling so dangerously close to your own heat. His hand slowed, milking the last few spurts of cum from him as he felt his entire body thrumming in the high.

He fell back onto his rear, and once he finally had some sense of himself, he could see Killer giving him a shit eating grin from his place up by your head.

“Finished so soon?” he asked.

Kid felt the heat that ran down his neck, he was still too gone to think of any snarky remark back.

“Fuck off…” and Killer’s smile only widened at the way Kid’s voice cracked.

Kid saw you raise yourself to your elbows, mouth temporarily free as you smiled at him, “You lasted longer than the first time.”

Kid shot a middle finger at the two of you, seeing Killer’s shoulders shake with a silent laugh. Soon the blonde had his fingers threaded into your hair, guiding your attention back to his own aching need. You laid back, mouth and hand working Killer’s cock as his hips worked their way closer to your lips. Kid watched you work, knowing exactly how good your tongue felt and he could see Killer’s hips stutter as you sucked him more enthusiastically, nose brushing against the blonde curls.

He pulled himself back between your legs, with how hard he’d just cum he doubted he could handle another round but at least he could help you get off again. Two thick fingers, traced your lips before slipping inside you, pumping at a casual pace and he loved the way you lifted your hips to meet each thrust of him. He could hear you moaning and the vibrations were obviously affecting Killer, little groans slipping from his own mouth as he fucked harder into your throat, a hand gripping your head hard. Kid quickened his pace, callused thumb coming up to rub against your swollen clit, a grin tugging at his lips at the muffled little squeak you gave, your legs widening in pleasure. He could see the muscles in your thighs tensing, you must have been close, and with a flash of inspiration he bent low to take your clit into his mouth, tongue working against the nerves as the taste of you flooded his senses.

You bucked into his face as you came, Kid drawing you through the orgasm with his fingers pumping. It wasn’t the spray of liquid that Killer had been able to bring forth from you, but he could feel the way your cunt gushed around him, tightening impossibly as he worked you through to completion. He rose back just in time to see Killer suddenly pull from your mouth, fingers twisting in your hair as the other hand milked his cock. Kid could see him pulse as he came, ropes of semen crisscrossing your face as your eyes closed. A shuddering sigh left Killer has he rubbed the sensitive head of his cock against your lips, your pink tongue darting out to taste and tease him as he shivered into the slight overstimulation. Being the clearest headed, Kid grabbed a couple rags from one of the counters, tossing one to his friend as Killer’s eyes slowly came back into focus, and worked on cleaning you up. Killer quickly followed suite, tucking himself back into his pants as he gingerly wiped your face free of semen.

Eventually Killer gathered you up in his arms, collecting your discarded clothes as he readied to carry you off to a well-deserved rest. You had your boyfriend pause, staring over at Kid who had settled himself back at the kitchen table.

“Let’s do this again soon okay?” You said, “And just tell me next time you want a pair of my panties.”

Kid flushed as Killer carried you out, a smile stretching his lips.

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mirror | manor (chapter 11)

Summary: After the events of Mirror | Void, a newly-christened Dark has two goals: take revenge on Mark, and, hopefully…

Find the DA.

Pairings: Damien/Dark x DA; Actor x DA (Implied, could be read as gen)

Warnings: none

Tagged: @opprose @volbeast @statictay @otterlyinluv @buc-eebarnes @flerpdederp @mirrorslament @hapikiou (if anyone else would like to be tagged hmu!)

i'm sorry this took almost three years to come out-

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Dark knows the game.

Of course he does— he read the script.

He just expected them to see through it.

Then again... they haven’t seen through anything Mark’s done. They just don’t remember.

He can’t decide if that’s a blessing or a curse.

He sticks to the shadows as they approach, entirely too darling in what amounts to a burglar’s costume, as they wriggle their way inside.

Mark is his own brand of buffoon, and the ‘guards’ he hired match it to the letter, not a drop serious or truly threatening.

(“Sorry I didn’t message you first,” he says, brushing out bits of glass from his hair. “I tried to jam the cell signal and, um… it’s just broken.”)

Imbecile.

Even the dog is there, playing a role. How droll.

Even if she is a very good girl.

All throughout this, he watches for the guard’s radios, for a television screen, for— for anything that he might use to sway the DA, catch their attention without Mark noticing.

If he can just separate them—

The thing is, though, Mark is either ridiculously prepared for his planning, or is completely thoughtless about small, realistic details; throughout the entire museum, no guard has a radio, no wall has a screen.

Not ones that work, anyway— not a connection to anything remotely electromagnetic. Props at best. It’s the least technologically-advanced modern building Dark has been in since…

Well, since he left that manor, but that hardly counts.

The point stands that he’s unable to do much of anything but watch as the DA rolls their eyes and smiles at Mark’s antics, creeps quietly along while the man makes a fool of himself, face set and focused.

He’s seen that look. Pre-trial look. All business.

And they called him too serious all that time ago.

So fondly…

At any rate, their supposed treasure is both easy to get to and utterly unremarkable. A wooden case, carved but hardly special wood, the gem plastic even from his vantage point. A prop, like everything else.

And yet…

Mark lifts the box, and—

This is the end of the script. A successful heist, hightailing it out before they get caught, a seemingly-sincere thanks for help.

But there’s something. Like a little nudge, something like how he feels using the void, how the Earth seems to shift when the Host speaks creation.

The alarm trips.

Mark gives them a choice. Sneak out, or face the guards.

Perhaps... perhaps he overlooked. Perhaps he was given a working script, not the final draft.

Perhaps it’s another of Mark’s machinations.

There was no choice. Why is there a choice?

Why do they get a choice?

It doesn’t matter, really, because the DA picks exactly as he expected they would.

“We have to sneak out, it’s too dangerous, otherwise,” they say, just barely audible over the blaring alarm.

Mark’s face crumbles into a pout. “You’re no fun,” he whines— like a toddler; Dark half expects him to start stomping his feet— but he dutifully uncovers the sewer entrance, grumbling all the way.

The DA just watches, arms crossed. Petty.

They didn’t used to be so petty, but Mark deserves it, if anyone.

Dark very well understands that the entire thing is engineered, a massive staged undertaking to fool the DA and entertain an audience, unseen to his eyes but present all the same.

It doesn’t stop the trip through the sewers any less harrowing, doesn’t prevent him from using his unique position to draw attention away from the DA if ever they come a hair too close to getting caught.

It might be fake, but…

He doesn’t put it past Mark to introduce some very real danger. He’s a method actor, and he’d want his players to follow accordingly for maximum effect.

Dramatic ass.

They follow dutifully behind the entire way through the dark, though— and he notes it with a point of pride, one he chalks up to just how put out Mark seems— with a good amount of non-verbal sass. They cross their arms, roll their eyes, and stubbornly march right along behind Mark.

Not that Mark doesn’t try to get rid of them— oh, he tries to shake them like gum stuck to his shoe, and it’s a thrill to see him huff and grumble when they simply shake their head. He pouts— at several points! So very childish.

Then—

Hm. Unsurprising that the creator of this convoluted mess would whip up some way to surely remove them; if there’s one possible thing they’d listen to above anything else, it’s a worksite safety sign.

Not for lack of effort, though. “I… I really don’t know if we should split up, Mark,” they say, casting an uneasy glance back at the tunnel they just left. “I know it says only one, but if something happens—“

“Nothing’s going to happen! Nothing bad has happened even once!” His bright grin only gets a— astoundingly dry— look in return. It’s nearly impressive that he barrels on, anyway. “It’s for safety, buddy! You’re all about safety— and! We’re synchronized! In five minutes you just follow me over. Or I follow you, whichever.”

Mark gives them a once over, all while grinning, and if Dark wasn’t looking— wasn’t incensed at the familiarity— he wouldn’t have noticed, wouldn’t have cared. Alas.

It’s too… possessive. Too pleased.

He doesn’t need Damien in his head to stoke his rage, it seems, not anymore. The only thing that stops him is what Mark says next.

“You have a choice, sunflower.”

A choice. There it is again, more choices, as if giving them the power to change any of this. Giving them a say.

So they don’t feel trapped.

Aren’t they, though? If Mark wrote everything, created everything, what kind of choice is it?

However…

They glance back at the shadowy tunnel again, frowning, worrying at the sleeves of their top in a too-familiar pattern. If they turn back, they’ll be away from him. How far apart can they both get in five minutes?

How far apart do they need to be for him to intervene?

This is his chance. It may well be the only one he’ll get, and the margin of error is far too slim for his liking— he must get this right. He must say the right thing— and pray they don’t hate or fear him.

Thankfully, time goes a little off-kilter in the Void, or else he’d have to make a very quick plan.

He’ll have to ease them in. See what they could possibly remember from that night, prod what needs prodding. It’s an easy enough parlor trick to conjure up a memory these days.

After that… what could he say?

Damien— he— was never short for words in his past life. As mayor— as councilman, as law student, as debate captain, as his father’s son— he simply had to be good with them, and he was.

Not quite so smoothly charismatic as Mark, not as bombastic and warm as Wil, but— well, he didn’t make mayor through his familial connections, whatever certain parts of his constituency may have believed. He delivered his speeches, his debates, with calm strength, something personable but solid.

Hell, he—

He used to write them for fun. The person— people, really— standing right outside this pocket of Void once teased him.

How are you writing a paper now? Finals are over! Come on, live a little!

Even I don’t want to spend all summer in a library. Won’t you come with me? There are new flowers in the arboretum!

The memory comes unbidden, and throws him off-balance; thankfully, he doesn’t fall out of his incorporeal state or ruin any of his planning.

Such a memory… but how? That’s more of Damien’s—

He hasn’t heard him. Not since that agonizing split when he entered their dream.

Mayhaps they didn’t split.

Mayhaps—

“Well… if you’re sure, Mark,” they sigh, hardly thrilled at the idea. “But it has to be five minutes. If you disappear on me—“

“Relax! It’ll be okay, you’ll see me. Sheesh, you’re so serious.” Mark huffs— then straightens himself. Smiles, even as they turn away, towards Dark. “Yes, alright! You go down that tunnel, I’ll go down this tunnel. If you see anything, and I mean anything, you just turn that sweet little tuchus around and—“

He’s had about enough of that. With hardly more than a thought, he whisks Mark away elsewhere, wherever elsewhere may be, and rolls out his Hall of Memories.

And prays.

They used to pride themself on being unflappable, before, and he can see shades of it, now: their face remains the same, alert but not startled as they take in the paintings, the dust swirling in the beam of their flashlight.

He knew the truth of that, though, and it, too, remains; you need not look at their face for their feelings, but their hands.

Though one holds the flashlight, all ten fingers are in motion— tapping the length of the flashlight, curling and uncurling in their sleeve, the belt loop, the zippers and buttons of their bag. Moving for comfort, perhaps— certainly no expression of joy, as the rest of them is ramrod-straight, stiff with each step.

He longs— longs, what is happening to him— to say something to ease the anxiety, raise the darkness, but he can’t. This is no matter he can explain with soft, comforting words and a pot of tea. His powers aren’t of light at all.

They can, though, reach an electromagnetic signal, and now that they’re alone, he pushes through his thoughts.

Finally, you’re away from him. Aren’t you tired of it?

What?

He’s running you ragged. Don’t you feel like you’re running in circles?

That’s not what he said— not quite, anyway.

They won’t tell you anything. No one seems to question it.

Why can’t he change it?

I know you’re in there. But I thought you’d see through it.

The final painting, of the monster himself, grinning like a fool. It begins to crumble before them both— they step back, fingers tight around both phone and flashlight— and Dark gets a split second of pure dread before—

Before—

My villain. I wrote everything. Even you.

It’s not painful. It’s not— it’s not even close to the searing split of the dreamworld, nothing to the pain in his stolen body, nuts compared to his shattered leg almost a century ago. It doesn’t hurt at all.

He almost wishes it did.

“Same snake, different skin,” he muses, and something inside him quails at the sight of fear— truly, rare fear— in their eyes when they turn to take him in. “Always spinning his yarns, his webs, his lies.”

He means to say it. He means to say he’s nothing but a monster in human skin, that they’re being dragged one way or another at his whims— he doesn’t mean to sound so… angry. So—

Villainous.

He screams, though it doesn’t come out— not of this body. Instead, there’s the discomfort of a fragment, juddering, lashing void in every direction. He only keeps enough sense to keep it away from them.

Without him— without him!— his body paces, a smile too similar to Mark’s on his face. “Perhaps we’ve met a hundred times already, and you simply don’t remember it. Perhaps you’re tired of me repeating myself over and over and over and over again!”

He’s seen them a hundred times, but have they met? Has he said anything to them, his desperate wish for them to remember and leave simply that, a wish?

No. This is Mark’s doing, but he’s far from the only one with power. Dark pushes past the discomfort, past the fragments that shatter out of him, and tries to touch it. Tries to see what, exactly, controls him.

It’s a web.

Not unlike a spider’s, really, glimmering threads of words in several different directions, coalescing into bright points of light wherever they meet.

Ah, the choices. Planned for, then— prolonging the make-believe.

He sees an island man. He sees a brilliant scientist. He sees a pirate, an adventurer, a prisoner. He sees their end a dozen times, more, always coming back to the start.

He sees himself— but his point, his thread, is loose.

Not so in control now, are you, Mark?

They must know. They have to know.

With what little wriggle room he has, he reaches out— and changes a couple letters. One at each point. Nothing shifts, nothing breaks, but something is different— hopefully, different enough for his clever attorney to find.

They’re the sharpest he’s ever known. If anyone could, it’s them.

He settles back into his body, still speaking without him— without him!— and pacing before a desk. It doesn’t feel so wrong with his newfound confidence… in fact—

“You want answers.” He smiles to himself, happy to have control again, and for the hell of it, picks up the glass of wine— seemingly, so kindly provided for by the writer. “Well, games were always his forte.”

He’s not sure of the vintage, or even sure of the varietal, given the monochrome nature of his Void, but he takes a sip, anyway.

He tries hard not to gag, but can’t hide his wince. For all his budget, Mark hardly splurged on something decent, it seems.

Suppose that’s the loss of his wine cellar at work.

“But allow me this one moment of self indulgence.”

He sets the wine down. Neither of them will be partaking of it.

��Excuse me—“

He stops, holding the box— the conduit in this little foray into pretend— and looks at them from atop the desk. They’re— smiling a little. Not big, but it’s theirs, and if his heart still beat— “Yes?”

“Why’d you pick that wine if you didn’t like it?”

He wants to laugh. Oh, he wants to laugh at that, because in the face of— quite frankly— something frightening and beyond their control, they’re teasing it. He loves them.

He loves them.

“I didn’t,” he admits, truthfully. There’s something so warm in his chest, something he can’t prevent from showing on his face, so fond. “Sometimes we take what we’re given, for better or for worse. This game, for instance. This box.

“So much trouble, all for something so small.” He looks to them curiously, smile fading. “Do you want to know what’s inside this box?

“I didn’t imagine we’d have to be in sewers to get it,” they add dryly. “After all this, I definitely want to know, and it has to be something worth it, or else.”

He’d laugh at the thought, them tearing into Mark for dragging them over hill and dale, but he’s seen what lies ahead. They’ll have time to do it, and the nudging at his body indicates he’s rather short of time himself. “Well, I know how much you like a good game, so throughout your… adventures, I’ve hidden codes. Several codes. Find them all, and you’ll get your truth.”

They don’t look especially pleased at that, but the light comes into their eyes despite the slump of their shoulders— the light that kept them up all night with an encyclopedia or three, classes next morning be damned. “More games. Why am I not surprised?”

They eye him for a few long seconds, brow furrowed, even as the Void rumbles and sparks around them both. It’s too familiar, as if they’re reading him down to his core. “You aren’t Mark, are you? Not some character. But… you’re so familiar. Who… who are you?”

He could give them his name. It might spark something for them, kickstart whatever process they need to regain their memory of what happened. He wouldn’t even care if they screamed at him for all he put them through.

The Void, though, shakes and cracks, and he shakes his head with a slight frown and a mountain of regret. He has a modicum of control, still, but not fully. Not right now. “That’s all I’m going to give you.”

They open their mouth, but the Void winks them away, gone to their next run.

All he can do is sit and watch from here.

#fg writes #wkm fic #wkm fanfiction #ego fanfiction #darkiplier #actor mark #other markiplier egos #y/n district attorney #mayor attorney

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adiduck · 8 months

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WIP Wednesday

Semi-spicy scene for Operation Groundhog AU today ;) Enjoy!

Ice hears about the training for the next couple of days via dry, written reports from Cyclone, from Warlock, from Mav himself. Mav puts the twelve aviators from 2019 on hops running the first half of the course--goes easy on them with the distance from the ground and the time they have to reach the target.

Lieutenants Kazansky and Mitchell, however, he’s got running drills in their jets--basic maneuvers, dogfights, canyon runs well over the heads of the other aviators. They’re good, is the general consensus--Ice knows that already--but they’ve never been in an F-18E before. It’s smaller than they’re used to. Not faster, but more maneuverable. It has different tics, different eccentricities, and it doesn’t do that semi-disturbing shimmy that the Tomcats, beautiful beasts that they were, tended to do when you held the rudder too long on the bank. They’re making progress--fast progress--but they’re not really running the course.

Mav’s getting anxious.

At home, Mav whispers more details into Ice’s neck and shoulder at night, collapsing exhausted into a chair in Ice’s office or into Ice’s side on the couch or into bed beside Ice when he finally gets home--too late, exhausted, and starving. Lieutenant Mitchell is restless. Lieutenant Bradshaw hesitates to reach the speeds he will need, and won’t listen to Mav when he tells him to stop thinking so hard. Lieutenant Seresin won’t stay with his wingman.

He’s worried about Lieutenant Kazansky, too, but he seems less inclined to complain to Ice about it. Which, honestly, is hilarious.

Instead, he gets a lot of whining. “He calls me ‘sir’, and it’s so unimaginably weird,” Mav complains. “It throws me every time--not a good look. I’ve been a Captain for six years, Ice!”

“That does sound like a problem for you,” Ice croaks out. It’s been a good day--thanks to more ibuprofen and tylenol than he should probably take, but still. It’s rare that he has a voice this late at night, usually. He’s enjoying it, and very thoroughly ignoring Mav’s pointed looks to rest it. As though Ice’s voice can be stored up for special occasions or something.

Mav kicks him, and then settles back into Ice’s side to continue complaining. “It’s definitely not helping,” he grumbles. “I’m having a hard enough time getting these kids to respect me. And mini-me is not fucking helping with his bullshit.”

Ice smiles and doesn’t say anything. Mav, probably sensing that Ice is mentally making fun of him uproariously, kicks him again.

“It’s not my fault,” he grumbles. “I usually just get everyone to call me by my call-sign, but I can’t this time because there’s fucking two Mavericks running around, and really it’s more important they bond with him. And--well, you’ve never called me ‘sir’ in your life, and it’s bizarre.”

…Huh. Ice thinks about that a minute. “You know,” he says, and lets the hand that’s been tracing Mav’s shoulders--careful of the harness bruises--press down with slightly more intent. “If the issue is you’re not used to it, we could practice.”

Mav stills. “Practice.”

“Mhm,” Ice says, and shifts just a little, so that their legs slot together just slightly more securely, so that he can turn his head, draw his lips down Mav’s temple towards his ear, draw his fingers further down the lines of Mav’s back, pressed against his spine. “Reporting for duty, sir,” he whispers into Mav’s ear, and grins as he feels it go hot, as Mav’s face goes bright red and the position of their hips betrays a sudden, burning interest.

“Jesus,” Mav chokes. “You are going to kill me.”

“That’s not a no,” Ice says. “Sir.”

Mav lunges up and forward all at once, body dragging up Ice’s and mouth crashing into Ice’s mouth with an intent that burns straight down to Ice’s toes. Ice gasps, tilts his head back to give Mav a better angle, lets Mav slide his tongue past Ice’s teeth, deliberate and claiming.

“And what do I call you, in this scenario,” Mav near-growls, running his hands down Ice’s sides like Ice is his to touch, to hold--possessive and claiming and all the things Ice would never have admitted to wanting, thirty-some-odd years ago.

“Whatever you want,” Ice suggests, “Sir,” and gets kissed absolutely breathless again for his efforts.

“Well then, Kazansky,” Mav offers, Ice’s last name on his tongue like a caress. “Put your hands above your head for me.”

“Yes, sir,” Ice says, and follows orders, watches Mav’s pupils expand with a satisfaction that burns in his gut and extends up and out.

“Fucking Christ,” Mav says.

“Still weird, then? I’ll have to try harder.”

Mav leans forward and bites at Ice’s lips.

“You’ll have to try harder--” he prompts, into Ice’s mouth.

“Sir,” Ice snaps out.

And then things get a little less defined, for a little while.

Mav: I think we miscalculated

Ice: ?

Mav: I walked in, mini-you called me 'sir', and it was, ah, uncomfortable for VERY DIFFERENT reasons this time

Ice: Oh my god

Mav: I also refer to him pretty exclusively by his last name Ice what do I do

Ice: 🤣

Mav: THIS IS NOT AN APPROPRIATE TIME FOR EMOJIS

#adi is a writer #wip wednesday #wip snippet #operation groundhog au #spicy #icemav #will I keep this? probably #it'll get cleaned up a bit for the final obviously LOL

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iraprince · 2 years

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hi i just wanted to say im genuinely obsessed with the way you draw thighs + hips + butts + the crotch region in general. thank you for your service and if you have any suggestions or resources id adore them

hi, thank you! i have a lot of fun drawing those bits so i'm glad the fun comes through :)

i can def take a crack at some notes on how i construct stuff, but especially with this general pelvis area i think a lot of how i draw it is very much individual stylization -- so what i'll go over is definitely not any kind of anatomy tutorial or step-by-step or anything like that, and i also wouldn't even really call these notes suggestions on how to draw this stuff. my real suggestion is what it always is, which is to get into anatomy studies/figure drawing first, then decide how you want to stylize starting from that foundational info! also, while i don't usually lean into this a lot in my own style, the musculature of the thighs is a lot more complex than you might expect, so it can be useful to look at more detailed anatomical diagrams in addition to just studying from models. but i hope seeing how i often do it myself is still helpful in some way!

so, for starters, and i mean this totally seriously: a lot of what i get complimented on in my art is stuff i specifically draw with horny intent, lmao. i'm not at all saying you have to be horny to get good but i think you get results from fun + fixation, because when you care a lot about the details and when you care about capturing specific stuff that you're excited about (in any way), that comes through in your drawings. so when ur deciding on how to stylize, pay attention to what little details about ur area of focus are really cute/interesting/appealing to you, and find ways to emphasize that!

honestly part of that means focus on posing as well as whatever you're doing with anatomy/stylization -- i have a thing i affectionately call the "ira neck thrust" that my friends are constantly calling me out for and it's basically just the tits and ass back arch that i'm so fond of. of course u end up noticing how i draw this area when i'm constantly drawing attention to it and making things cheesecake-y specifically to show it off, lol!

beyond that i think the summary of the rest of the notes is just to find ways to lay things out so that it's easy for you to place the shapes and details you want to stylize/emphasize. i like drawing thighs with pronounced upper muscle; i often stylize the lower half of the torso + hips with multiple repeating curves to emphasize that shape. i love hip creases and visual cues on how the thighs are moving, so i usually don't miss an opportunity to draw those in (and to pose/costume in a way that specifically shows it off, again). my anatomy in this area is usually so stylized and unrealistic that, while of course i make a lot of these decisions from a foundation of figure drawing, a ton of the actual impact/final look is just coming from style choices!

(i also only have time to throw together one example, but these things should still generally ring true for bodies of any type/size; "bony" landmarks exist regardless of weight and will show up on larger bodies as areas where tendons + muscle anchor to the bone, which can have a lot of influence on folds + the shapes of body fat, and it's always a good idea to study reference and decide from there how to stylize. "morpho: fat and skin folds" is a great anatomy book for this.)

i feel like this is all i have energy 2 throw together at the moment and it's so specific to how i draw that i'm not sure how helpful it'll be lol but!! maybe i will come back to this another day if i think of anything else. also i guess here is one final summary of why i think this method works for me

#tutorial #not really but i'm just tagging it that so it's with all the similar asks #tutorials

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What would the RO's reactions to an MC who flirts 24/7. Because it's fun to see people turn red and awkward around them. But when someone reciprocates MC just turn into a mumbling red faced idiot.

Was this already asked? 😅

You’re in luck, no one has asked that yet Anon! That’s a sweet scenario too.

Oswin: It can be pretty easy to fluster Oswin. He’s out of his depth with flirting (at least intentional flirting). This would be something he would have to plan in advance. He’d come up with scenarios based on the lines MC usually uses, and have flirty comebacks in reserve to use at the right moment. During his shining moment, he finally gets to whip out a flirty one-liner he’s held on to for weeks…only for the MC to flounder in response. He likes it. He likes it so much. It gives him a little buzz, but this was a lot of work for him, lol. He won't push though.

Zahn: They are very receptive to flirting of all types. They tend to be bold and direct. Bold flirting is fun for them and it makes everything more clear. Shy flirting is also fun, and it draws a response for them that is somehow equal parts nurturing and teasing. Shyness makes them want to dig in and stir up the MC, and make them face it more (encourage them) - maybe making them more red-faced in the process (delicious).

Duri: They looove flirting, playing, and being irritating. Duri practically subsists on drawing reactions out of others. They love both bold and shy responses. Bold flirting becomes a game on a level playing field, but shy responses draw out a weird, almost predatory, instinct from them. A red-faced MC, reduced to a mess from their coy words, makes them want to press harder. They’ll escalate, get physically closer - speak in a low voice close to MC’s ear - and revel at the wind being taken from their sails.

Rune: They like to act nonplussed about MC’s flirtations to try to discourage it (but the moment it stops, they’d get anxious about it). They can flirt, they just don’t always want to…but reducing MC to a red blubbering mess makes them want to try it more often. They don’t rub it in, but merely enjoy it with a smug amount of pride. Rune is likely going to keep smiling coyly at MC all night and watch them turn red again and again.

???: “What’s this-what’s this? My sugar-tongued heartfire is all flustered? Where did all that guile go?” He’s going to gently guide MC to meet his eyes. “It seems the fire has moved from your heart to your cheeks, my dear. It looks good on you.”

Thanks for the ask Anon! Looking forward to when we can get to some fun scenes kinda like this! ^_^

#god cursed if #asks #twine if #if wip #twine wip #gc ro reactions

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wanderingaldecaldo · 3 months

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Tagged by @gloryride, @gamerkitten, @chevvy-yates, and @aggravateddurian to share something I'm working on. Thanks, chooms! Still leaning into the ADHD, so there's several things I'm working on simultaneously. Most recently it's been...

Modding

The cutoff vests are 95% done, just need a few touches before I can make them live on Nexus, so what better time to start a new modding project? 🙃 A friend mentioned wanting Vik's pants and I'm always looking for more butch clothes for Val especially ones that ride low on those hips but also the belt & tools seem like a fun project.

Unedited. Not bad for an hour's work ☺️

Both the pants and belt are simple replacers to start while I test. I have some clipping to deal with on the pants, but so far the weights look okay. 🤞

As for the belt, I lost the tools somewhere between Blender and Wkit lol. I wanted to take a go at texturing them in Substance Painter so I split them off into their own submesh. Not sure where I lost them but I'm sure they'll turn up again.

Writing

It's fitting that Durian tag me because my latest writing was incited by a scene in his fic "The President's Lady" in which Myers invites Sol and V to lunch at the White House. I'm going for a more, uh, traditional take on The Tower ending than he is, using my fave angst, combined with some good ol' longing and probably some flashback smut. I've been canoodling on this in my notebook since Durian's chapter came out, writing a bit each night before falling asleep. I started transcribing it just for this post, so here are 315 of 338 words, hot off the Google Docs.

Some backstory: The second time I played Phantom Liberty I beelined to Dogtown, and skipped meeting the Aldecaldos and doing pretty much anything past finishing the VDBs quests. Vik was the only one who called, and she decided to take Sol up on his offer of a job at Langley. Soon after she's back in DC, she gets an invite to lunch from President Myers.

“Thank you, Madam President.” “V, please. No need to be so formal. I believe we’re well past that now.” “Heh, just a few weeks ago, told you—” “Yes, V,” she cries out, breath hot against her neck— Stopping, Rosalind turns to look at her, eyebrows and lines of her forehead drawing to a point, as if finally she recognizes V for who she still is. “I suppose that really was like yesterday for you.” The lines soften and she leads V to a sofa across the room, gesturing for her to sit first, then sits close and takes her hand. Long, graceful fingers teasing her skin— V stares down at her hand in Rosalind’s, her arms blank of cyberware still a disconcerting sight, but she doesn’t pull away. “How are you feeling? I can’t imagine the news was easy to hear.” “No, wasn’t,” she says with a shake of her head. “Thought I was gonna die a merc but now....” “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to tell you myself. Solomon suggested it would lead to too many questions among the staff. He’s right of course, but I still feel I let you down.” V frowns. “Ma’am?” “You weren’t my agent for long, but that doesn’t mean you weren’t important. What you did...” Rosalind trails off, eyes dipping to her mouth before she drops her gaze to their hands on her lap. Her nails are still perfectly polished, buffed to a shine. She looks up and says, “I’ll never be able to repay you for all that you did for me.” V down looks at their linked hands then, heart pounding, she leans forward to kiss her, as if she’s just any other woman, not the most powerful in the world, and Rosalind tilts her head and parts her lips and— She swallows and shakes her head. “You did, though. Least as far as I’m concerned.”

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Hi!! I hope you’re having a wonderful day 💕 CONGRATS on 300 followers!! So well deserved, you’re so talented!! I was wondering if we could get a Nobunaga enemies to lovers smut 😮‍💨🙈 not sure if you’ve done something similar before, I’m a new follower, but I would love it!! Thank you so so much!! 🩷🩷

Thank you for the support and the request! This one was fun to write! I hope you and everyone enjoys this Nobunaga enemies to lovers smut!

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Tough Negotiations

“My lord, Nobunaga has taken to the battlefield himself!” My subordinate declared, running into the basecamp.

A grin lit my face as I rose. “Finally.” I said. “It is time I go and challenge this man and show him that we will not be conquered.”

“Your horse is ready, my lord.” My subordinate informed me.

I left the command tent and hopped on my horse, drawing my sword as I rode into battle, leading a fresh group of calvary and foot soldiers. Everyone underestimated me and my clan, but I would show them. I would show anyone who would challenge me. Even the great Nobunaga Oda himself.

As I entered the field, I saw Nobunaga on his horse not far away, getting ready to cut down my right hand man, who had been leading a group of our soldiers. I wasn’t about to lose him, so I raced forward and blocked Nobunaga’s sword with my own.

“Sorry, I still find him useful.” I said. “Your opponent is me.”

Nobunaga grinned at me over our locked blades. “I see the rumors are true.”

I didn’t take my eyes off of Nobunaga’s as our blades remained locked. “Get out of here before I change my mind about saving your sorry ass.”

“Yes, my lord.” My right hand replied after a moment of stunned silence.

“And what rumors do you speak of? The ones of my brilliance? My fierceness? My cunning? Or my beauty?”

Nobunaga chuckled as we broke apart. ‘All of them.” He answered, raising his sword to strike again.

I blocked the blow, a cool smile on my own face. “I do aim to live up to my reputation.” I replied. “Though I must admit, you are not what I expected.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Nobunaga asked, as we continued to fight. Our blades meeting, sparking, and breaking apart.

“Hmm…I was expecting a bit more of a challenge from the infamous devil king.” I replied, smirking. “I’m barely even breaking a sweat here…don’t tell me you’re going easy on me just because I am a woman?”

“I would never.” Nobunaga replied. “I underestimate no one. Why else would I… come out here myself?”

“You do have…a point.” I replied.

We exchanged blows and barbs over and over again. Our eyes stayed locked on each other as we fought, the tension in the air palpable…and I must admit the thought of how handsome Nobunaga was flitted through my mind. Though I quickly shook that thought away. Perhaps when I defeat him, I should make him MY concubine? I thought with a laugh.

“You find our…battle amusing?” Nobunaga asked me, breathless as our blades broke apart once again.

“Just a thought.” I replied, a secretive grin on my face.

We continued our dance, neither of us gaining ground over the other. Soon a smoke screen was thrown just before nightfall, both of us having subordinates come to lead us away. It appeared our battle would last another day.

After meeting with my troops, I returned to my tent washing my face in a water basin and changing into night robes. I took my long hair down, letting it be loose and sighed as I settled in to do some late night strategizing.

It wasn’t long before there was a commotion outside, I grabbed my sword and rushed out into the night. “What is going on?”

“I have come to bring an end to our battle.”

I was surprised to hear the deep voice I had been engaged in battle with what only felt like moments before. I looked around and saw that Nobunaga was alone…and wasn;t wearing any armor. Though he surprisingly held something in his hands.

He wore a smug smile as he looked at me, one arm holding the box-like object and the other up almost as if in surrender. I held the tip of my sword beneath his chin. “How do you plan to do that unarmed?”

Nobunaga only smirked. “With this.” He declared holding up the object in his arm.

I gestured for one of my subordinates to take the object and check it over. “It’s…a goban.”

I couldn’t help myself but to laugh. “You wish to settle our battle with a game of Go?”

“Yes.” He answered. “Our forces are clearly evenly matched and even in single combat you and I are evenly matched. It seems a waste of resources to continue whittling each other down.”

I couldn’t help but to smile. “I hope you know, I am undefeated in Go.”

“As am I.” Nobunaga replied.

I withdrew my sword. “Fine, let us go then.” I said, as I sheathed my blade. I gestured for my men to make sure Nobunaga carried no concealed weapons before I took the Goban and turned. “This way,” I told him, heading towards my tent.

Nobunaga silently followed me. My closest soldiers started to follow as well. “No, you all stay out.” I ordered. “I don’t want my victory questioned.”

“Y-yes…my lord.”

Nobunaga chuckled. “You sound sure of yourself.”

“As you must be, to have come here to challenge me directly like this.” I replied as we entered my tent.

“Where shall we set up?” Nobunaga asked.

“Here.” I replied, gesturing to the center of my tent. He setup the goban as I pulled out a couple of cushions and we were soon sitting opposite each other, the goban between us.

“I look forward to finding out if you are as skilled at Go as you are on the field.” Nobunaga said, giving me a cocky grin.

“How else do you think I became so good at strategy?” I replied.

Long calloused fingers reached into the bowl and pulled out a smooth black stone. Carnelian eyes looked sharply at the board before thoughtfully placing the stone with a soft clack, beginning our game.

I took note of Nobunaga’s first move and thought for a moment as I picked up a smooth white stone before placing it on the board.

“That is an unconventional first move.” Nobunaga noted.

“I am an unconventional opponent.” I replied with a smile. “Or have you not learned that by now?”

Nobunaga smirked as he made his next move. “Oh, I have indeed noticed. Your battle strategies have kept me on my toes in a way I have not experienced in a long time.”

“Oh? Little old me places a challenge to the famed devil king? I am honored.”

“As you should be.” Nobunaga replied. “I do not give out praise so lightly.”

We continued our game, the stones clacking on the board and continued to speak. Conversation flowed easily between us as we continued the game, each of us working our strategies. Our game ran for hours and ended in a tie.

“It appears this won’t end as quickly as I thought.” Nobunaga said, an amused smile on his face.

“We’re going to have to play another round if we are gonna end this battle with this game.” I replied, already moving to clear the board.

“I can go all night if need be.” Nobunaga replied, a smirk on his lips.

It did not escape my notice the way his carnelian eyes sparkled with mischief as he said that very thinly veiled double entendre. I returned his smirk with one of my own. “I hope you can live up to that.”

We began our next time, each of us silent as we worked our strategies. We had another two games end in a tie. It was after the third game Nobunaga spoke.

“What is it about my rule you object to?” He asked me. “You haven't allied with any of my enemies…you haven’t seemed to form many alliances.”

“It is not that I really object to your rule in particular…I just object to a man telling me how to rule over my lands and my people…especially when my land is peaceful and prosperous.” I answered as I made my next move. “I’ve had offers of an alliance from several other clans… all coming with marriage proposals…and they all want to just add what I have to what they have and reduce me down to something that looks good on their arm.”

“I would never put you under foot like that.” Nobunaga replied. “A fireball like you, doesn’t belong as a jewel in someone else’s crown.”

“I know.” I replied, having a hard time keeping the surprise from my face.

“You know, we are both so well matched, that continuing any battle would be a waste of both our resources.” Nobunaga replied, leaning closer over the board.

“What are you proposing then?” I asked, unconsciously leaning closer myself.

“We join forces.” Nobunaga answered, his hand coming to cup my cheek. “We form an alliance and you rule at my side in your own right.”

“That…is a thought…” I replied, finding myself getting lost in those carnelian eyes. “That could be…I don’t know…you…might have to persuade me.”

Nobunaga smirked. “I can be…quite persuasive.” He replied before capturing my lips with his.

I found myself responding without even thinking. My lips moved with his and I found myself sliding into his lap, straddling him as his arms came around my waist, calloused hands sliding over my curves through the silk of my night robes.

We broke the kiss after a few moments, our eyes locked. “Are you feeling…persuaded?” He asked.

“I think…I’m getting there…we should definitely open…negotiations.” I answered breathless.

“I have all night.” Nobunaga replied before capturing my lips once again. The next thing I knew we were moving and Nobunaga was over me, his hand sliding inside my disheveled kimono, caressing my thigh.

“Well…I hope you can put your money where your mouth is.”

Nobunaga smirked as he untied my sash. He leaned down and began to kiss over my bare flesh. I let out a gasp when his lips closed around a nipple, his tongue swirling over the hardening peak. His hands continued to move over my body as his lips lavished my breasts in affection.

I found myself reaching to undo the ties of his clothes and sliding them off his shoulders, baring his body. He pulled back to look at me eyes burning with a passion. “You look stunning.” He told me as he leaned down to kiss down the front of my body.

I could feel my body tremble with each touch of his lips. The shockwaves of pleasure increased once he reached the apex of my thighs. His tongue slid past his lips and licked a strip up my slit before swirling around my sensitive bud.

“Haa…” I moaned as the shockwaves of pleasure came washed over me from Nobunaga’s skillful ministrations. My hips bucked of their own accord as my fingers wound their way into his hair.

I felt Nobunaga’s lips quirk up into a smirk against me as he continued to pleasure me. I was sent over the edge when I felt him slip two fingers inside me, curling them at just the right angle, causing a powerful orgasm to wash over me.

Nobunaga continued his ministrations to draw out my pleasure. Then he withdrew to look at me, a cocky grin on his face. “Have my lips persuaded you yet?” He asked.

I returned his smirk with one of my own. “They…make a powerful argument.” I answered. “But… I think the rest of you should get in on the persuading.”

Nobunaga chuckled as he came over me, positioning himself between my open legs. “I am prepared to spend all night negotiating this alliance.” He replied, slipping himself inside and filling me in a way I had never experienced before.

We kept our negotiations going all night, Nobunaga bringing me pleasure as I had never experienced before.

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