#Thank you so much for this question!! V fun to dig into

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Thinking about your levy x reader kinktober and Jonathan trying to figure out dirty talk. Is he one of those ppl without an inner monologue or is he just shy about it?

I think Jonathan definitely has an inner monologue, but he's shy about it. In episode 1, Innocence and Panic, Jonathan tells Peter about his upbringing and says, "In...the first 20 years of your life, you're taught to conquer your desires, not surrender to them."

Mira also says that she felt "...depraved every time I wanted to fuck you because for you it was 'complicated'" in episode 4, The Illiterates, but at this point, we have also seen Jonathan act sexually toward her and initiate sex after they split up.

Jonathan can be a sexual person, but he's spent so much time quieting that part of himself that I think he struggles to voice it, and may not know where to start. He's fascinated by the way Reader just lets it all out, in a way that he's never either been able to or has simply never tried. Her own comfort with it leads him to explore, and he trips over his words a couple of times, but he gets there.

[mytheoristavenue]

TMNT 2012 Raphael Hamato x Reader 🍋 - Rough and Tumble

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🥀 Summary: After dating Rap for almost a year, he begins to ache for you...

🥀 Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, smut, porn w/ plot, unprotected sex, creampie, face sitting, oral (m receiving), p in v sex, dirty talk, teasing, dom!Raph, sub!reader, fem!reader, first time, virgin!Raph, virgin!Reader

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Your relationship with Raph had been an utter whirlwind up until this point, starting on that faithful night, lying in your bed eating pizza and dripping grease on your cocktail dress. Nearly a year had passed since then, and not a day went by that the two of you weren’t absolutely enamored with one another. Raph hardly ever spoke of anything but you, gushing to his brothers behind your back, even more excruciatingly often than Donnie had over April. He held you in the highest regard- you hung the moon in his eyes, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been disappointed with the pace of things.

Though he’d never gathered the courage to profess it, Raph had an ache for you that no amount of kisses or cuddles could cure. He hungered- no, starved for you in a way that destroyed his sense of morality when he looked at you, blinking at his advances without a clue in the world. He felt endless guilt for the way he pictured your body and the unspeakable things he wanted to do to it, coupled with that innocent face you had. But the corruption was part of the fun. 

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“Honey!” you beamed cheerfully, strolling into the lair. “I’m home, and I brought you something!”

“Well, hello to you too,” Leo grumbled, playfully rolling his eyes as he sat in a beanbag, flipping through TV channels. 

“Sorry, Leo!” you rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly. “I didn’t even see you, I was just excited to see-”

“Raph, I know.” He chuckled. “So, what’d you  get him?” He asked, eyes never leaving the television. 

Excitedly, you hurried over to him, crouching down at his side and pulling the contents of the bag you had out. “Our anniversary is coming up, and Raph mentioned wanting to learn how to kickbox, so I got us matching gloves and kneepads! See?” You explained, showing off one of each pair of gloves. Both were ruby red, with gold stitching and embroidery. “I even got them monogrammed! Do you think he’ll like them?”

The eldest turtle gave a kind smile as he handed you back the gift. “I know it,” he confirmed with a nod, beginning to turn his attention back to the TV. “He’s actually in the dojo now, you should go give them to him.” Without another word or thanks for the encouragement, you were gone, throwing the door to the dojo open. Leo rolled his eyes at your antics, continuing to channel surf. “You’re welcome.”

“Hi, honey!” you chirped again, your eyes falling on your boyfriend, who, upon seeing you, gleefully dropped what he was doing to run over and scoop you up. 

“What’s up, baby?” He asked, pecking your lips as he set you down. “What’cha got there?”

“A present for you,” you teased, rocking from heel to toe. “Early anniversary gift.”

“Doll, you didn’t have to get me anything,” he sighed, taking the bag as you enthusiastically shoved it into his arms. 

“I wanted to, besides, it’s for both of us.” you snickered while he began to dig through the bag. 

“Oh my God,” he paused, shoulders slumping. “Baby, you didn’t-”

“I did.” You giggled, preparing for a hug of gratitude, which you immediately received. 

“Babe, you’re the best. I love you so much, thank you.” Raph praised into your hair, his head resting atop yours. Moments later, he broke apart from you, slipping the gloves over his hands, admiring the fit and look of them. 

“I got me a pair too, I thought we could learn to kickbox together!” you sang, dipping into the bag to fetch your own pair. 

“Baby, I don’t know what to say, this is awesome.” He gushed, watching you with a dopey, lovesick smile. 

“You don’t need to say anything, babe. But you can put up your dukes because I’m gonna kick your butt!”

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You did, in fact, not kick his butt. In fact, you hadn’t been able to land a single hit on him since you began sparring. Every punch you threw was redirected in a way that almost always landed you flat on your back, your lover looming over you with a cocky grin. Laid out on the mat for what you decided would be the last time, you huffed, growling as you shot up at him. 

“What’s the matter, dollface?” Raph taunted, peridot eyes playful but full of an emotion you couldn’t place. “Gettin’ mad?”

“No!” you shouted bitterly. “I was just going easy on you!” 

“Sure…” he laughed, turning his back on you, cracking his knuckles as he gloated. This was your opening. Gritting your teeth, you swept your leg out, kicking his feet out from under him before wrestling him to the floor. Before he could catch his bearings, Raph found himself in a headlock, your thighs squeezing the life from his throat as you twisted his arm and pulled it away from him.

“How’s that, huh?!” you hollered, pulling your meanest face. “You like that?!” Oh, did he. He never in his wildest dreams would’ve imagined you’d get him like this, and still be so oblivious to the effect you had on him at that. You took his silence as surrender, cheering for yourself as you rolled him into a new position, laying him out flat and sitting on his chest, arms pinned under your knees so he couldn’t escape. “Ha! I told you I was gonna kick your butt!”

Unbeknownst to you, Raph was coming undone beneath your weight, mind running free with all the most lewd ways he could take advantage of this. Ultimately, though struggling, he contained himself- that is, until you opened your mouth again, ruining his hardly-kept zen. “Not all big and bad now, are you?”

“Oh, baby, I’ll show your ass ‘big and bad’! C’mere!” With that and minimal effort on his part, you both were switched. You now laid beneath him as he straddled your waist, both of your wrists in a single hand as his other was planted firmly on your face, squishing your cheeks together. 

There was a pause as dead silence hung in the air, neither of you moving a muscle, only gazing into each other’s eyes. Within seconds, your lips crashed against his, giving him all the consent he needed for now. A few soft moans tumbled over your lips in the few instances that they were unoccupied, stirring his stomach further into oblivion. His hand left your face, trailing down, lingering at your throat a moment before continuing, caressing your curves. To you, he was feeling you up, but in reality, Raph was mapping you out, meticulously learning and memorizing every dip, ridge, and curve. 

A stir in the adjoined room made you both freeze, knowing that Master Splinter would punish you both to the fullest extent possible if he caught you making out in the dojo. Once all seemed clear, your beaux pulled you up from the floor before lugging you over his shoulder, much to your humiliation. “R-Raphael Hamato! You put me down this instant!” you scolded deaf ears as he continued to the door. “You are not carrying me like this in front of your brothers!” That was precisely what he was going to do.

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After what could only be described as a walk of shame, you were escorted to his bedroom, where you were immediately tossed on his bed. “W-Wait-” you halfheartedly protested. 

“I’m sorry, babe,” he huffed, backing up a bit. “Guess I got kinda carried away.” he laughed sheepishly, crawling closer again. “I just…I get so riled up when I’m with you, especially when you’re on top of me like that- Fuck, you just look so pretty.”

Though it wasn’t uncommon for him to compliment your looks, the way he said it made you feel like it was the first time hearing it. It felt just like how he showered you with praise that first night. 

“Y-You think I’m pretty when I sit on top of you..?” you repeated, more to hear it from your own lips than to have the statement clarified. He simply nodded in response, eyes glued to your lips, leaning in as if he wasn’t actually in tune with the world around him.

“The prettiest, baby,” he muttered, capturing your kiss again, crawling between your bent knees to loom over you like before. “So so fuckin’ pretty…”

“Raph, you’re making me nervous…” you confessed between kisses. “You’re not usually this forward…”

For a moment, he backed away again, the image of you rejecting his advances flashing through his mind. Mossy eyes peered up into yours, searching for anything to indicate emotion, but fell short- you were so conflicted. On one hand, you’d never had much sexual experience, and the thought of potentially being a bad lay terrified you. You’d heard stories of boys dumping girls due to lack of experience, and no matter how close you two were, that fear was nearly impossible to shake. Though, on the other hand, it was hard to ignore the way his praise made you melt like you were digesting magma- so was the way your legs shook at the prospect. 

“Sorry…” he finally sighed, out of breath while his fingers absent-mindedly gripped at any bit of you they could reach. “I’m not tryna’ make you uncomfortable but,” he paused, breath hitching in his throat as he pictured you. “Baby I want you, so so so bad.”

The revelation left you reeling, fuzzy-headed with tummy churning. Suddenly, everything was so clear. It all made sense, the positions you find yourselves in, the way he’d shower you with compliments so close to your ear you could hardly hear them. “Y-You…” you trailed, breathing labored, and stuck in your windpipe. “Want me...?”

Raph sighed, finally you understood how he burned for you. “Yes, baby. I want you real bad. You have no idea the shit I wanna do to you.” Seeing you ease into the idea, he took the liberty of lifting your hand, planting kisses up your arm. He thought it’d be a romantic way to gently push forward, but all that went out the window when he heard you softly whimper:

“Show me how bad…?”

In an instant, he was on you, kissing your lips roughly, guiding your arms around his neck while he slowly began to trail down your jaw. This wasn’t the first time you’d made out to the point of fondling and drooling all over each other’s throats but this time was special- you could feel it. You whined under his touch as his cold fingers inched up under the hem of your shirt. Writhing at the sensation, you instinctively arched your back in a vain effort to be closer to him. Chuckling at you, he slipped an arm under your back, holding you against him as he gnawed at your flesh, leaving mild bruises peppered along your neck and should as he went. “Oh, Raph…” you cried, overwhelmed by the lust bubbling inside you.

“Love it when you say my name like that,” he purred into your collarbone. “Fuck, I wanna do everything to you…”

“Tell me…” you whispered, barely audibly. “Tell me all the dirty things you think about…” 

Raph shuddered, hearing those words in your voice as he buried his face into your shoulder. “Wanna taste that sweet pussy of yours, fuck this throat,” he groaned, fingers ghosting over your flesh, threatening to choke you. “Want you to ride me ‘til the sun comes up.”

“Is that all?” you muttered, struggling to keep a confident face as his words hit straight to your womb. 

“Not even close, baby.” He smirked against your skin. “Want you every way.”

Sitting up against him, you began to shift positions. You were tired of laying there, letting him do all the work- you needed to show that you wanted him equally so. “In that case,” you said airily, popping up on top. “I'm all yours, baby.”

-----

Raph was beginning to feel a sting in his bottom lip, having now definitely broken skin. Biting it was the only thing he could do to keep himself together. His fingers had tangled themselves in your hair as one arm rested behind his head for support. You’d never thought he’d be so vocal when experiencing pleasure, but there he was, lounging in bed, moaning, whining, cussing, and praising all at the same time. It made you sticky knowing you were doing this to him, reducing him to putty in your hands- or rather in your mouth. 

It had taken you a minute to get the hang of this, and a few directions from him, such as “A-Ah, no teeth baby- fuck yeah, that's it!” but you felt like you were a pro at this point. Diligently, your head bobbed you and down nearly his full length, only stopping when your nose smooshed against his shell or his tip tickled the back of your throat. 

“Oh my God, you’re so fuckin’ good at this, baby.” he groaned guiding your head gently. “Taking this dick like a fuckin’ champ.” You hummed in response, loving his praise and how you made him feel. “Can’t wait to eat up that little pussy, gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

Jaw tired, you decided to take his talkativeness as an opportunity for rest, pulling off him with a pop. Instead, you nuzzled your face against his crotch, languidly pumping him in your fist. “Tell me how you want me baby.” you cooed, peppering kisses along his shaft.

“Fuck, you're gonna make me cum if you keep talkin’ like that…” he groaned, bucking his hips up, missing the warmth of your mouth. 

“I better stop then…” you teased lustily, halting your motion altogether and releasing your grip just enough so all he could feel was your fingertips and palm ghosting against him. 

“Baby, don’t do this to me,” Raph whined, eyes screwed shut and breathing heavily. “Damnit, I was so close.” You peered down at him, a mischievous smile playing on your lips as you stifled a giggle. It felt amazing to be in control of him after all this time. The power was intoxicating, that was until he grew tired of your taunts and ripped it away from you.

-----

All you could do was scream, hoping nobody else could hear your hysterics as your hips bucked, begging for amazing friction. You were now reduced to ankle socks and a bra, pushed up to reveal your bouncing breasts. Completely naked from the waist down, you now sat, knees on either side of his head, riding his face. The way his tongue worked you was overwhelming, bringing tears to your eyes, as you sobbed for him. “O-Oh my God, Raph-! I-It feels so-!” You were hardly able to form coherent thoughts, let alone sentences. “Good!”

Beneath you, Raph burring himself between your thighs, tongue parting your labia and suckling on your swollen clit like it could have been his last meal, moaning the entire time. You were delicious, sweeter tasting than he could’ve possibly imagined. He was addicted to the lack of air, suffocated with your needy heat. It was enough to make him absent-mindedly rock his hips with the rhythm of yours. He might have touched himself had it not been for the grip his hands had on your hips that he was unwilling to part with.

The feeling came upon you so suddenly that you almost didn't recognize it. It wasn’t like when you’d done things by yourself, there was no build-up, no knot snapping taught. It was as if he’d pushed a button that instantly sent you over the edge. “B-Baby!” you shrieked, almost frightened of the spontaneous intense wave of pleasure washing over you. “I-I think I’m-!” Before you could finish your decree, a long, cracking, needy croon was fished from your throat as you rode out the sudden orgasm. 

“Yeah, that’s it, baby girl, let it all out,” your lover encouraged, voice muffled as he continued to work you through your high. “Cum all over my face, pretty-pretty.” You did as he commanded, doing nothing to stop your sweet cream from glazing his mouth and cheeks. Exhausted and emotional, you slid down him and your shoulders slumped as you put your weight in your palms, resting them on his chest. “God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty when you cum.” He smirked, rubbing your thigh comfortingly. 

“You need a minute, baby?” He asked, smiling gently up at your flushed face. To his surprise, you urgently shook your head in protest. 

“N-No! I’m not done.” you decided, sliding down his plastron. “I wanna go all the way with you…” Your answer stunned him a bit and his smile faded. 

“Are you sure, doll? You look pretty tired.” he rationalized. “If we stop here, I won’t be mad, I’ll just finish myself off later.”

Your heart melted at his concern for your comfort, but you still refused. “No,” you huffed, mounting his lap. “I wanna feel you inside me,” You could feel his cock stiffen against your overly sensitive clit, making your hips twitch on contact. Suddenly, a tear slipped from your pleading eye and you looked into him needily. “Please, Raphael…” He tensed, you only used his full name when it was urgent. “I need you to make love to me…”

-----

Initially, the anguish was nearly unbearable, forcing him to pull out several times, but eventually, you got used to the full feeling, only needing now to overcome the sting. Raph was a perfect gentleman throughout, staying perfectly still unless instructed otherwise, and letting you take the lead. “T-Touch me, please…” you begged, needing some sort of distraction from the pain. His palm quickly found your breast, groping and admiring it with one hand while the other stayed on you, keeping you firmly planted against him. 

“You have the nicest body, (Y/N)...” he soothed, brushing a thumb over your perked nipple. “Perfect tits, smooth skin, pretty face,” he rambled on, showering you with compliments, waiting for your face to unwrinkle. When it didn’t he thought of something else. “Here, doll,” he cooed, taking both hands off you to guide yours up to your chest. “Play with these for me, ‘kay?” You nodded, obediently fondling yourself with little shame. One hand found its back home on the hump of your hip, while the other came up to your lips, prompting you to wet the fingers. You did so, parting your lips and sucking both thick digits before watching them sink between your thighs. 

Soothed by the aid, you hardly even notice when you’d begun to rock your hips, seeking more stimulation against your clit. At first, the movement was minuscule, but soon, you bounced enough to feel his tip bottom out, making you shriek. Beneath you, Raph groaned gutturally at deep penetration and the way you clenched around him when surprised. As if everything fell into place at once, you nodded, ready to officially begin. Wasting no time, he began pumping into you at a painfully slow pace with deep, meaningful strokes. 

You hated this, though you couldn’t place why. It was like he was teasing you going so slowly. “R-Raph…faster…” you whimpered, hands roaming your own body. That was all the consent he needed to kick it up a gear, clamping both hands on your hips and picking up pace to a steady rhythm. Before you knew it, you were on cloud nine, bouncing yourself in time with his thrusts, gaining momentum and speed as time drug on. 

“Ahhh,” he sighed, brows knitting together. “Yeah, baby just bounce on my cock, you know just what to do, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” you mumbled, lost in never before felt pleasure.

“You love riding my dick, don’t you princess?” He asked, breathing heavily, trying to distract himself from cumming too early from the excellent squeeze you offered. 

“Yes, sir.” you replied with a breathy moan, head thrown back in pleasure. 

“How much?” he pressed, the pace picking up to breakneck speed as he brutalized your cervix. 

“So fucking much!” you gasped, nearly screaming at the tension building inside as he pounded into you.

“Tell me how much you love riding this dick, baby,” he demanded. “C’mon and be a good girl and tell me,” 

Humiliation bubbled inside of your stomach in a way that fueled your fire. Face beet red you shyly muttered: “I-I love…r-riding your dick…” Suddenly, all stimulation ceased and Raph fell as still as the eye of a storm. Looking down, you panicked, slightly annoyed. “W-What? Why’d you stop?” He ignored you, a cocky grin playing on his lips. “G-Go, please!” you begged, even trying to lift yourself off of him to bounce on him again, but his grip on your waist held you cemented to him, but still starving. “W-What gives, babe? Please go!”

“Louder.” 

“W-Wha-?” you blushed impossibly deeper, confused and frustrated to bits. 

“Say it louder,” he repeated unrelenting. 

“Raph-!” you squealed, clicking the pieces together. “Enough games, please!” You continued to struggle against his grip to fuck yourself on his cock, to no avail. 

“I’m not gonna finish fucking you until you scream for me.” he flirted darkly. “I want everyone to know who makes you feel this good.” You resisted further, before finally giving in. 

“I-I love riding your dick…” you said, nearly in a normal speaking voice. Still, he refused to move. 

“What’s that? I couldn’t hear you?” He teased, leaning closer as if to hear you better. 

“I said I love riding your dick!” barely shouted, relieved to feel the very slightest friction. 

“One more time, with feeling and I’ll give it to you so good,” he promised, shallowly rocking his hips. “One more time, baby, loud and proud for me.” 

“Please fuck me baby, I love riding your fucking dick!” you finally cried out, gritting your teeth and screaming lewdly into the air when he started again, pounding into you harshly.

“Atta girl!” he purred, locking in on finishing you for good.  “You’re so good for me, aren’t you, princess?”

“Y-Yes!,” you gasped, both to the question and just as a general statement. “Yes, yes, yes yes, oh, right there!”

“Fuck baby,” Raph crooned, his toes curling as tension built in his stomach. “You feel so damn good.” As if on cue, he shuddered, coming undone even more quickly upon feeling your messy hole clench around him.

“G-God, Raph, I’m so close!” you wept, slopping rutting your hips against his. “I-I’m gonna-!” Words tumbled over your lips, but the capacity for thought had long since dissolved, only being replaced with a lust that would permanently alter your brain chemistry. 

Laid out under you, Raph was in a similar state, mind fogged by your visage and feel and the fact that he had you all to himself. “C-Can’t believe you’re all mine,” He mumbled through gritting teeth and furrowed brows. “Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine-” He began to chant in tune with his brutal thrusts until finally, he tipped over the edge with a string of obscenities.

Likewise, you’d also been reduced to less than coherent speech, simply moaning and whimpering, having entirely given up talking dirty. You could feel it when he came- the bruising grip his fingers had on your thighs, the ache in your tummy from how he’d rearranged your guts, even the warm spurt that filled any gaps his cock hadn’t been able to occupy. Not that you could put two and two together, too focused on your own orgasm as it just began to breach.

The sensation rocked you, filling you with a buzzy warmth you’d never been able to achieve before. It felt so special to feel this for the first time with someone you loved, you thought as you came down from your high, still seeing white. Absent-mindedly, your hands blindly searched for his, unsure for a moment if it had been a dream. You were relieved to feel his large hand envelope yours, softly caressing your fingers with his thumb.

“I’m right here, baby,” he soothed, almost as if he’d read your mind. “I ain’t goin’ nowhere.” You smiled at this, tiredly pushing against him to give just enough space for his softening member to flop out of you. You shuddered at the empty feeling and the way his seed leaked out of you in what felt like gallons. Not caring enough to clean up right away, you simply laid ontop of him, head resting just under his chin. 

“I love you…” you said, as less of a reminder than a need for validation in your fragile state.

“I love you too, dollface.” he sighed, petting your hair. “Thanks for trusting me.”

“Mhmm…” you hummed in response, threatening to nod off. 

“Think this’ll happen again?” he wondered aloud, propping his head up with a bent arm. 

“Maybe…” you replied softly, secretly wishing he’d shut up and let you sleep already. 

“Well, if it does, we should probably use a condom next time.”

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LITA MAY LITA MAY LITA MAY

Ok ok so I have like a bunch of questions feel free to ignore BUT

I) she has a tail. Is that a Kraang feature or do all the turtles in your universe have tails and hers is just extended?

II) Uh pink? Pink like Kraang? Did she choose her life colors, or???

III) Is. Is she. Is she autistic too

IV) Draxum-Hamato sooooo what does she call them? Did they argue about nicknames? Also was it Donnie’s choice to include Draxum’s name as well

V) Lita in the comics???

VI) Is there a reason her shell isn’t smooth like Donnie’s?

VII) What does she call Renet?

VIII) Ninpo question mark?

IX) Pupils! I love the way you draw her pupils. Is there a reason or is it just fun

X) Does she have a certain resistance to Kraang mind digging? Like that thing they did to interrogate Raph in the movie? To read his memories?

XI) So the cloak/scarf thing is Leo, the purple accents and stripes are Donnie, and the kneepads are Mikey. Any Raph references in her clothes?

Apologies if you’ve answered these before and I just didn’t see them! Have a good day and give Lita one too for goodness sakes girl’s had it rough already

1. It’s more of a Krang feature. I do love when the turtles are drawn with tails, but I didn’t do it from the beginning, and so for consistency sake in the EW universe I’ve held off. Maybe one day I’ll just say “fuck it” and give into the urge to give them all cute little tails. But even if I did, Lita’s would be much longer than any of the family’s (except Raph’s hypothetical tail lol).

2. Lita being albino and pink in the IDW comics pretty much made that Krang connection for me lol. I didn’t have to reach too hard with her design. She leans into it.

3. I have her personality very close to Leo’s canon personality, so she’s more on the ADHD side. She does have some sensory issues with sound, which a lot of ppl with adhd have (👋🏻). But being raised around the quiet and solemn Time Masters Sanctum it’s like really noticeable. When she visits the family, it can be very overwhelming, but rather than shutting down, she gets insanely riled up and can’t contain herself. It works though—everyone is more than happy to let her ramble on.

4. She never met either of them but Splinter of course would’ve been Jiji and Draxum would’ve been just Grandfather. Nothing too out of this world lol. And yes, Donnie chooses to embrace Draxum’s name.

5. Sorry idk what exactly this is asking. Like yes? Lita May is based off IDW Lita, from the comics 😅 sorry if I’m missing the question.

6. She is a spiny soft shell like Donnie, but yes, her spines are significantly more pronounced, thanks to, you guessed it!

7. Master Renet, or Aunty Ren in a more causal setting.

8. 🤫 we’ll see (I’m still trying to think of something cool and not too OP lol)

9. Her eyes are just for design fun, and to link her to Donnie some more!

10. That’s gonna be another big 🤫, but less because I haven’t decided and more just for the big spoilers! 😜

11. She’s kinda got two outfits atm and I think I might end up merging the two. Her simpler outfit of just her wraps and mask are very Raph coded, so I wanna figure out some sort of middle ground with the two.

[adyophene]

Hello ! I just have a little question, how do we start drawing ? I want go draw but idk how to start- any suggestion ? Or, if for starting it's better to do it with tutos, any tutorial to recommend ?

Have a great day !

Oooh, this is a tough question to answer! I suppose one the best pieces of advice I have is to figure out, before anything, what you are hoping to draw. What style, what tones, what media.

I have a feeling this might get long, so I will throw the rest under a readmore.

For me, when I started taking my art a little more seriously (I never went to art school or anything) I just focused on finding both tutorials on the fundamentals, and finding tutorials that focused on the aspects of art that interested me, which were animation and cartooning!

They go hand-in-hand, after all, and you'll find you end up honing in on the tutorials that coincide with your interests! IE- I ended up doing a lot of figure, and expression drawing because they would help me express emotion and movement better! I also spent so, so long just training my hand to be a bit more confident with drawing steady lines just because I loved the look of clean line-work!

So try to identify what your personal draw towards art is! By doing both something you like, as well as focusing the basics, I found that, at least in my personal experience, it put me in a positive feedback loop where I could keep seeing results in exactly the type of art I was interested in! And, once you start to feel confident, that is when you start adding in little bits of study from fields you might struggle with! A 90/10 split on what you're comfortable with and then what is new is usually a good way to go about it! Weirdly enough, though I don't watch him, I saw that the youtuber pewdiepie actually had a really good set of videos where he started from being a complete beginner and improving his art over 100 days. I believe its an absolutely great watch for a new artist, because he really does a great job in showing what a brand new journey into art can look like, and explains what he thinks each day. I think my favorite line was, 'after 24 days, I was finally having fun' because that can really sum up the new artist experience. It will absolutely be a slog at times, and can be really disheartening, but when you start to see progress, becomes so, SO fun.

Here is the link to the first vid, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMLEudGbxQk and his second https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MJDtQTTAogk

ALSO- this was just the first video that came to mind because I watched it recently. I would recommend finding other videos about people learning to draw, or doing 30-100-365 day challenge videos. As for my personal favorite channels for art tutorials (though keep in mind, I haven't watched them in a few years ;-;, I need to study again);

There were a number of others that I wish I could link as well, but I am struggling to remember them. I hope any of that is helpful. My own art journey has been very long, and non linear, and I have to say, I'm not even satisfied with my own art! Its a endless mountain to climb, but it is so worth it to do! And lastly, I want to say thank you so much for sending this ask, you've made me dig back in to artists I used to study, and made me want to really focus back in on my own improvement!

[moremaybank]

hello there!! can you write a rafe cameron imagine (smut or fluff, you can choose whatever fits better) based on 'change your life' by kehlani? :)

PSA: i fckin love kehlani & this album and i'm really happy for finding your acc and see you writing based on these songs!!

CHANGE YOUR LIFE — r.c

pairing rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary as you and rafe fall in love with each other, you take great strides to ensure that he sees himself through your eyes and recognizes the potential for greatness within himself. (based on the song "change your life" by kehlani feat. jhené aiko)

warnings language (lyrics), mentions of the use of drugs/alcohol

author’s note hi, love! thank you so much for requesting this! i honestly feel like this fits so well with rafe, and i'm so so glad you're here! hope you stay awhile🫶🏻 side note: i adore kehlani as well, they ate this song and album up, and i don't think i'll ever let it go😭

series // rafe masterlist

find the song here!

i heard that you a gang-gang-gangsta

not one to try to sa-sa-save her

always focus on your paper

don't got time to wager with your heart

i'm tryin' to switch up your cadence

book flights and vaca-ca-cations

tequila and rela-la-lations

kissin' on new places, oh woah

before you'd gotten to know rafe personally, you had heard the rumours floating around the island about him; kook prince, recreational drug user, frequent partier, and a single-night-of-fun sort of guy.

he hadn't been in any relationships to actually deem them as serious, and to be quite honest, he'd never gone further than a hook-up. either he didn't have time for a committed relationship, or he simply didn't want one. whatever the reason, you chose not to pursue him because you were the type of person who wanted to build a strong and meaningful bond with someone. to cherish them, build them up and be a pillar for them throughout every obstacle they would have to face. you wanted something that would last, and you were certain that rafe was not the type of person to make it happen with.

but on a single night at a party, the two of you had gotten to talking and had connected on a level that was so deep it was astonishing. the typical rich-boy, dick-ish persona that he constantly put forth had faded away completely. on that night, he was just a boy. and a lonely one at that. someone that was in desperate need of approval from his father. someone that yearned for the type of love he believed only existed in the movies. someone that was just dying to be seen.

and now, you saw him.

baby, let me change your life

you wanna see

that you can be anything you want

baby, let me change your life

you oughta be

you oughta be anything

baby, i can make you right

you wanna see

that you can be anything you want

baby, let me change your life

you wanna be

you wanna be anything

you could be anything, everything

the more time you began to spend with the cameron boy, the deeper you fell in. you were harbouring feelings, strong ones. and the more layers of himself that he peeled back whenever you were in his presence, the more you found those feelings transforming into love. a love that seemed too good to be true. a love that seemed too bewitching and enchanting to be real. there was absolutely no question. it was everything you'd been searching for.

the only problem was that when it came to love, support and something as simple as belief in himself, rafe was flat-broke. no one had ever taken the time to dig deeper and shine a light on the unrealized greatness inside of him. no one but you, that is.

so, if nobody wanted to put in the work and nurture the potential that rafe kept buried deep inside, you would. you were desperate for him to see all that he had in him. he had the chance to prove everyone who had ever looked down on him wrong. to the ones that failed to give him the benefit of the doubt, he could become somebody unrecognizable. and you silently promised him, and yourself, that you would be the one to do so.

you had the vision of what he could blossom into, and now, you just had to execute it.

i'm not sayin' that you incomplete, but

just imagine what we'd be if we became one

you deserve someone that'll take you to another level

let me put you on

you've got so much potential, i really am fuckin' with you

just open your heart

i'm tryna get you right, take you to the other side

the plan was now in motion. you were determined to break down the walls that he'd spent his entire life putting up, no matter how challenging it proved to be. the goal was to show him that there was so much more to life than the pain he'd been drowning in all his life. and over time, you began to excel at it.

rafe began to see that you were the light he had been searching for in the darkness he'd recognized his life to be. you were beautiful and kind, so selfless and headstrong that it sent shockwaves through his body every time he thought about you. you inspired goodness in him and challenged him in ways he never thought were possible.

but what's more is that you were the sole person to ever give him the love and adoration that he constantly sought out but was never granted by ward and, in turn, everyone else that had crossed paths with him. you were the one who supported his dreams, the one who cheered him on and never gave up on him no matter what he seemed to go through or how hard he was on himself.

his days were brighter, his smiles were wider, and he was finally starting to feel a sense of true happiness. rafe was now realizing that the good things, the best things that life had to offer, were now attainable. and they always would be now that he had someone rooting for him.

look, wanna be a lover? i can teach you love, yeah

wanna be a hubby? you can wife me up

wanna be a chef? go on and spice it up

wanna be a boxer? beat it up, don't ever need no glove

wanna retire, different bitches your lifestyle

used-to-be models, IG honeys all shaped like bottles

but now you seein' that it's more than body, face, and smile

you see me and you look beyond it, you feel inspired

i'm here to excel with you

here to break bread with you

here to travel the world and sleep in different beds with you

here to make revenue

and always impressin' you

your faith in rafe never seemed to falter. you were determined to prove to him that he could do anything he put his mind to and be anything he wanted to be, and you would give him someone that was there to help him succeed and believe in him while doing so.

and it was working.

rafe was realizing dreams that he had never allowed himself to realize. with the love you provided, he was on top of the world. he felt unstoppable, so unstoppable that he was failing to even recognize himself in the mirror. he was forever changed.

the constant partying and drug use was coming to a halt. ward's harsh words stopped stinging as harshly as they previously had. rafe opened his heart up to the possibility of having more in this life, and he knew that as long as he had you by his side — this magnificent girl that he was sure was conjured from his deepest fantasies — there would be no limits to his greatness.

rafe was in it for the long haul with you. as corny as it was, he imagined rings to show your eternal commitment to each other, a grand house with a damned white picket fence. miniature rafe's and y/n's scrambling through the house and causing trouble wherever they went. maybe a dog or a cat. hell, a whole farm of animals if that was what you wanted. you'd travel the world and immerse yourselves in all the incredible cultures out there and build an incredible life together, and it would be far more magical than he ever could have fathomed. anything you wished for, he would grant. no questions asked.

all it takes is the right person to believe in you. and for rafe, that person would always and forever be you.

~

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*if you signed up for my tag list before i added rafe and you would like to be tagged in his post, just shoot me a message to let me know!

[xxkitty13]

Vampire AU pt. 2

Lawlu- Vampire Law x Human Luffy

Law still can’t resist the lubooty :v

Previous -> Part 1 Next -> Part 3

NSFW, slight gore (descriptions of body dissection)

The next following days were like torture to Law. The straw hat boy would not leave his side. He wonders if it was the bite mark. It has healed now, but the pheromone venom has merged with his DNA. This would attach the "victim" to its mate. However, Luffy's attachment is much. . . different.

"Oi, Torao!"

"Leave me alone."

Law is in his laboratory, dissecting a specimen as Luffy spins around in a wheeled chair.

"When will we have lunch? I'm hungry," he pouts.

Law continues to ignore him. Everywhere he goes, the human will follow as well. He can't even concentrate on his work. Luffy sees that the vampire is not responding. He goes to wrap his arms around him, tangling himself.

"Tsk, can't you see that I'm busy."

“But I’m starving,” he pouts again.

He looks over to see what Law is cutting open on the steel table. It fascinates him.

“Did you kill it?”

“Yes.”

He gasps. “Was he a human?”

“Maybe.”

“Why did you kill a human? Are you a murderer?”

Rolling his eyes, he answers his question. “He deserved it, he’s a piece of scum.”

Luffy wondered what the man did for the vampire to kill him. Law emits a good aura, so there must be a reason for his death. Not wanting to find out, he observes the opened cavity. Law proceeds to disembowel him and throws the wet intestines in a bucket. It grossed him out, almost ruining his appetite- almost.

“What’s the point of doing this?”

Knowing he wouldn’t stop; he continues to give him answers.

“Like I said before, I’m a surgeon. I continue my practice on human or animal cadavers. Whenever I see an opportunity to retrieve a specimen, I kill them. Fresh ones are ideal.”

He picks up the gall bladder and squishes it in his hand. “Sometimes I do it for fun.” He turns his gaze to Luffy, his lifeless eyes meet with his shinning ones.

The straw hat could feel the intensity in the room. He gulps, looking at the remaining tissue of the organ spill out the vampire’s tightened fist.

“Do you want to try?”

Luffy immediately shakes his head. This made him uneasy. Law scared him.

The vampire chuckles, amused at his reaction.

“Don’t worry mugiwara-ya, I won’t do this to you.”

He shakes what remained of the gall bladder and wraps the body up. The stretcher next the table is used to transfer what remained to the attached body. He transports the body to the freezer storage.

Law cleans the working station, with Luffy still wrapped around his body. He hums, rinsing the bloody mess with a hose. The water mixed blood drains to the floor. He picks the bucket filled with the intestines and takes it to the waste bin.

He removes the blood-stained gloves and throws them away. At the sink, he thoroughly washes his hands before flicking Luffy’s forehead.

“Ow.” He rubs his stinging forehead. “What was that for?”

“For bothering me.”

He proceeds to exit the laboratory and makes his way up to ground level.

“Why don’t you use your ability? It will take us to the kitchen faster.”

“This devil fruit power takes a lot of energy. It’s best that I walk.”

The human groans.

Enjoying the silence, Law walks to the kitchen. Luffy releases his stretched arms off of the vampire.

“Wait in the dinning room, I’ll meet you there.”

“Okay,” he grins, dashing away.

Luffy sits at the large dining table. The dark wood allows the red candles pop out. To the straw hat, the place is eerie and dreads of despair. It’s quite lonely, the darkness surrounding the castle adds to the solitary ambiance.

Lost in his trace of thoughts, Law appears with a cart filled with large trays.

“Eat up.” He places the food tray in front of Luffy and goes to sit at the opposite end of the table.

“Thank you!” Luffy beams with a smile before digging in. Law hides his small blush, watching the human enjoy the meal.

It amazed him. The appetite he holds is never ending. He liked seeing the human stuff himself till he reached his limit. His round form made him look cute. Something Law would not admit.

“Are you not going to eat?”

Law only hums in response. One of the reasons he gives Luffy so much food is to prepare him for his own feast. It wasn’t necessarily selfish as the human is required to eat in such quantities.

Luffy finishes his meal and becomes a round ball of flesh. The vampire laughs at his new figure.

“I never understand how that works.”

“I told you. I’m made of rubber. Everything stretches.”

Law gets up from his chair and rolls Luffy away from the dining room.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

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Right before Law reached his destination, Luffy’s body returns to its normal size. The straw hat’s slim figure drops to the hard surface of the cold floor. Law goes to open the door in front of them and drags Luffy inside.

There he is met with the soft texture of carpet. The room lights turn on but leave a dim lighting. Inside the small room, a large round burgundy sofa is situated in the middle.

Law sits Luffy on the round furniture and removes his black coat, leaving it on a nearby chair. He walks to a closet and pulls out a box. He digs his hand inside and pulls out a studded collar.

As the vampire pulls out more items, Luffy stares at Law’s figure. His chest is fully exposed. More tattoos are revealed. The art intrigued the straw hat, his eyes trace each line over his toned abs.

Out of his peripheral vision, Law catches the human staring at his body. He smirks.

He walks up to him. “Show me your wrist.”

The straw hat obliges and feels rope tighten around his hands.

“Huh, what are you doing?”

“Binding you.”

With the rope in place, Law goes to get the collar.

“I’m not a dog. Don’t place that on me.”

The vampire ignores him and places the collar on his neck. He then proceeds to strip him of his clothes, the human trashes around.

“My hat!”

Luffy goes to kick him, but Law stops him, applying force to his grip.

“You don’t want to do that.” Red flashes from his eyes. The human stops, realizing what those eyes meant.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

Luffy shakes, completely nude before the vampire.

Law crouches to his eye level and grins. “You’ve been pushing my buttons all week. It’s time I discipline you.”

He gulps. Law hovers over him and makes him bend over. With his back arched, Law kneels behind him, staring at his small hole. His index finger slides down the opening, making Luffy shiver in response.

“Have you felt this sensation before, mugiwara-ya?”

The straw hat shakes his head, his face red from the touch.

“Are you curious to find out?” He smirks.

Law licks his finger and traces the rim of the hole with his wet digit. Luffy nods his head at the feeling.

“Good.”

Enticing him, he gently sticks his index finger inside. The warm flesh eagerly engulfs him. Luffy grunts at the foreign sensation inside of him. Law adds another finger, stretching him out some more.

“If I remember correctly, everything is able to stretch.”

The human eyes meet with Law’s dark ones. His red orbs frighten him.

A sudden cold object is felt at this entrance. The pointy thing is submerged inside of him.

"Torao!" he screeches. The coldness invades his body, stretching his walls as it enters. "I- I don't like how it feels."

With a single push, Law forces the butt plug in Luffy. He cries out, not necessarily from pain. Luffy looks back at the vampire with teary eyes, resting his face on his tied hands.

Law flicks the heart gem, letting the human hitch at the vibration.

"This will get you ready," he mumbles.

He smacks his ass, leaving a stinging print on his right cheek. The human yelps, confused at the violent actions of the vampire. He intently watches him, seeing a grin plaster on the vampire's face before moving away. Law stands before him nude, eyeing him down with hunger.

“Before I continue, I want you to beg for it.”

Law whips out his throbbing member. It stands tall, filled with blood, ready to feel Luffy’s walls engulf it in its moist warmth. He strokes his erection, wanting nothing more than to fill his insides.

Letting go of his cock, he flips Luffy onto his back and hovers over him. With one hand, he pins the tied limbs over the human's head.

"Mugiwara-ya, are you afraid?" he whispers in his ear, licking the pinna.

Unsure what to think, Luffy only gulps. Law chuckles sinisterly, nibbling on his earlobe. "You should be."

His tongue trails down his neck. Right over his jugular. His sharp canines rub against the soft skin. He can hear the blood pump through his blood vessels. The sound is lovely. The vampire sucks on the semi-salty skin, barely digging his teeth through. He leaves a nasty hickey and attacks another part of neck to leave his love marks.

Law sits up, his eyes gaze to Luffy's own erection.

"Cute."

His hand grabs the member, squeezing on it gently.

"T-torao-" he mewls.

He lets go of it, leaving Luffy intrigued of the new feeling. Law's head travels down his legs, kissing the tender thighs. His tongue licks the warm skin, making the human shiver.

He bites down on his left thigh, the blood drips down the leg. The vampire bites the other thigh and gently laps on the punctures. Luffy winces at each bite mark, feeling his blood ooze out.

The vampire licks the red liquid from his lips. He gives the human a toothy smile, his canines stained with blood.

“I want to taste more of you. Will you let me, mugiwara-ya?”

He goes down on him, caressing his balls. His tongue drags from the base of the shaft to the tip, running purposely over the slit. Luffy whimpers.

"W-what are you doing to me Torao? I- I don't know if I like it. . ."

Law chuckles softly at the words. "Oh, you're going to love it."

Excitedly, he takes Luffy's dick in his mouth.

"T-torao, what are you doing-"

He's careful not to cut him with his teeth as he bobs down on the shaft. The human brings his tied hands to grab Law's head, but the vampire looked at him with dark eyes. Luffy stops and rest his hands below his abdomen.

Law sucks on him faster, twirling his tongue over the sensitive tip. Luffy lets out soft moans, enjoying the slick tongue over his dick. Before Law could continue, a shot of hot cum is disposed in his mouth. He swallows all of it.

"That was quick. . ." He looks at the panting human. "Did you like that?"

Luffy nods, his rosy cheeks showing in the dim light.

"Well, it's not over yet."

Eager to begin the main event, his hard cock is placed over the human's soft one. He removes the butt plug from his hole and throws it across the room.

"We won't be needing that anymore."

He strokes himself a few times before he guides the tip of his member over the prepped hole. Now it begins, he pushed the tip through the entrance, slowly guiding himself inside. He already feels the warm walls tighten around him. He groans at the constriction.

"T-there's no way I can take that." Luffy pants out.

"You're made of rubber, remember? Everything stretches," he laughs quietly.

The vampire pushes in deeper, despite the plug, his insides are still tight. He does not complain, the sensation is blissful. It did not take long for his cock to enter completely. He hovers over the human, his forehead connected to his. The two lock eyes.

"I'm going to ruin you."

He winds back and thrusts with great force. Luffy arches his back at the sudden movement. It is slow, but painful. To Law, the clenching warmth felt amazing. He continues to pound his ass, picking up the pace as he goes.

"T-torao, sl-slow down."

"Huh? Go faster? Your wish is granted."

His hand wraps around his neck, squeezing with enough force, and begins to penetrate him deeply. Law huffs and puffs, letting himself go inside of Luffy. Each slap sounds off the room, combining with the sound emitting from their mouths.

The human starts to feel a certain spot ignite with pleasure. The vampire's hard dick hits his spot just right. He cannot contain his voice and becomes a moaning mess.

Luffy opens his teary eyes to see Law's bloodlust ones. The pressure on his neck, contained him down. His vision foggy from the overstimulation.

"T-torao," he barely makes out.

Law goes to his ears, grunting loudly next to him.

"S-say my name."

"T-torao. . ."

The grip on Luffy's neck tighten. "Say my name."

"T-"

Law squeezes harder. "Say it."

"L-Law!" Luffy moans out, panting in distress.

Law smiles. "Good boy." His grip on the neck loosens as he picks Luffy from the sofa.

Using his knees, he sits on the soft padding and fucks Luffy in his arms. In the new position, he's able to go deeper inside. "Fuck," he moans out, penetrating him harder.

He bites the human shoulder, feasting on his sweet blood. All Luffy could do is scream out from pleasure and agony. With his hands still tied, his arms laid between them awkwardly. He uses the little strength he has to break free. Luffy wraps his arms around the vampire's torso, holding on for support. Law bucks against him, making Luffy bounce up and down.

"L-law, it feels so good. . ." Luffy lays at the crook of neck. Salvia drools down his collarbone, hazy at the immense sensation.

It began to be too much for the vampire, the helpless whimper of the human is music to his ears. His core tightens and thrusts at an ungodly rate, his throbbing cock ready to bust. A wave of great pleasure is released from his member, the awaiting load leashing inside of Luffy.

He lets Luffy ride his orgasm out and the human came soon after. The cum splatters over their chest, the heat brings shivers to his spine.

Law lays Luffy down on the sofa and embraces him. He licks the bite mark on his shoulder, consuming the blood that remained. The human trembles in his arms, his body still processing the brutal pounding. Law pecks his temple and intertwines their hands.

"Are you okay, mugiwara-ya?"

Luffy nods, burying his face onto his chest. Law only chuckles at his response and holds him close. This warm hug is perfect, a feeling he has been longing for.

"Luffy.”

The human looks up at the vampire.

"I want to hold you forever."

He giggles, letting his arms wrap around Law. They snuggle each other and drift to sleep, drained from their hot session.

[quicktosimp]

Our Time Alone

Kinktober Day 22, Lo'ak

Warnings: Water Sex, Dirty Talk, Breeding Kink, P in V Sex, Fingering, Aged Up

A/N: Thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this event together for us 💖

Divider by @cafekitsune

As much as I love the sea, at the end of the day, I need to clean off the excessive amount of salt sticking to my body. So, at the end of the day, Lo’ak and I travel to the hot springs to bathe, not that we wash for most of the time…

“Come on, Lo’ak, I can feel the salt crystallizing on my skin!” Whining as I pull on his arm,

“Yeesh, you’re bossy today! You may want some bathing oils to help,” Shaking our bag of bathing products.

“Well, you have it, so let go!” Pulling him out of our marui.

Lo’ak only laughs at my antics, allowing me to pull him along, also eager to wash the salt off his body. The trek to the hot springs is long, further into the island's center and up into the rocky hills. This path would be near impossible without much planning for a human, but when you have an 8-foot-tall alien boyfriend who likes to carry you for fun, it makes things much easier. Not many of the Metkayina are willing to climb up here, their biological talents suited for the water and not pursuing the rocky cliffs. In the seven years we have been here, there have only been two times that others have been more than the two of us. Allowing us peace and quiet and no risks of Tuk running into our marui while having sex.… it was rather fun watching Jake scold Tuk while she asked questions about what we were doing.

“Ready to go up?” Lo’ak asks, holding out his arms.

I walk into his arms joyfully, “I’m ready, Love.”

He scoops me into his arms, shifting me so I’m cradled in one. His other used to climb. We chat idly about our days, laying small kisses on each other and laughing at our stories.

“There is no way he did that,” my head thrown back in laughter.

“The skxawng did! He actually said that to the Ilu while bonded!” Lo’ak was attempting to focus on climbing as he told me about the idiot learning to ride his Ilu today.

“He’s lucky he only got thrown like a skipping rock,” I turn my nose at the idea of someone calling Ilu names.

“I agree. Thankfully, Ilu are gentle creatures. If it was Tsurak, I do not think it would have ended so well.” Lo’ak pulled us up onto solid ground.

“You’re going to have to put him on a watch list if he ever manages to tame an Ilu,” I comment, slipping out of Lo’ak’s arms. As much as I want to stay, the salt is digging into my skin painfully.

Lo’ak scrunches his nose, “If he can tame an Ilu,” flashing his fangs.

Seeing his fangs always does something for me, as heat warms my cunt. Lo’ak shoots me a knowing smile, “Don’t worry, Paskalin, you’ll get plenty more soon,” turning away, his tail swishing mischievously.

I rush to meet his strides, not one to let this challenge go by. As I pass Lo’ak, I gab his tail by the base and let the whole length run through my hands before moving past him. He stood there for a second, bewildered. Once his mind caught up with him, Lo’ak was ready for the chase. He crouched low, a playful growl leaving his lips before he charged. I squeal at his actions before taking off, running to the hot springs, as that is the only safe place, giggling along the way. It’s not long before Lo’ak catches me in his arms, picking me up while still running.

“Lo’ak! You got me! You got me!” I shout, knowing what he’s going to do.

Nearing the water, I beast on his chest playfully, “Don’t you da-!” Splash!

The water was warm and would be comforting if I wasn’t just thrown in. Surfacing the top, Lo’ak is leaning over smugly.

“Enjoying the water, Yawne?” He asked, flashing a grin.

I rip off my top and throw it at his face, hitting him with a satisfying smack. I laugh at the sight of my soaked top hanging off his face; only one eye could be seen. He wipes it off his face, landing on the stone with a plop. Lo’ak strips out of his tewng before cannonballing in. Water rained down on me from the splash, and Lo’ak surfaced not long after, his braids covering his face.  

“Come here, dweeb,” I wave him over from where I was treading water.

Lo’ak slowly swims over, holding me in his arms as we swim, “Starting to feel better, Tìyawn?” He asks, nuzzling my face. 

“Starting to, the water is helping my back. After diving today, Tuk asked me to show her how to spin yarn so she could keep practicing crocheting. I feel like my back was replaced by a tire iron.” I groan, trying to stretch my back.

Lo’ak’s hands rub at my back, kneading my tense muscles, “I’ve offered to make you that spinning wheel you showed me pictures of. It may be easier on your back.” 

I hum at the thought, leaning into Lo’ak’s experienced hands. “I might take you up on that. I did not think my crafts would be so popular amongst the clan.” The idea of the spinning wheel sounds much better.

“I am not surprised! Many mothers love you making their carrying nets. Your nets are much softer on their baby's skin. Then you started making the blankets and the shawls, and then you made the Ilu. You made everything with care and love. It’s no wonder you became the first person an expecting mother tells.” His voice was full of pride.

 A snort leaves my mouth, “How many more disgruntled expecting fathers do you want to deal with? Cause I don’t like that line or the looks that Ronal gives me when technically she should be the first to know, being the Tsahìk.” I groan as Lo’ak kneads at a knot near my neck.

“The line of angry men I will deal with, but if Ronal decides to ‘talk’ with you about it, I’m planning a last-minute hunting trip. And leaving indefinitely.” Lo’ak jokes through his laughter.

My head snaps to look at him, “You do that, and I’ll tell her how you, Aonung, and Rotxo broke the shelves in her healing marui, and I’m leaving out Aonung and Rotxo.” 

Lo’ak’s face pales as he smiles uncertainly, “Well, we don’t have to worry about that. I doubt it will ever happen. Now, why don’t we start bathing,” Lo’ak moved so he was swimming on his back, pulling me onto his chest. 

“Nice save,” I drawl amused.

Lo’ak softly chuckles as we float over to the side of the spring. The underwater ledges are big enough to support us so we can sit comfortably. I struggled to remove my water-logged clothing so Lo’ak could place it in our bag. The small bag of bathing oils was still attached to Lo’ak’s hip; thankfully, none broke during his jump.

“Here,” Lo’ak hands me a container, “This one is yours,” the smell of yavo fruit caresses my nose. 

Lo’ak digs through the sack, returning with his own. I grab his and hand him back mine. Lo’ak softly shakes his head as he dips two fingers into yavo fruit oil. I lick my lips at seeing his two fingers dripping with oil.

“Babe, you need to get clean, yet you’re thinking of fucking me. Horny girl.” Lo’ak purred, trailing his fingers from my collarbone between my breasts and to my navel. 

My breath hitches from the motion. I dip my fingers into the canaster full of Lo’ak’s oil before moving my hands to his pecks, the strong muscles flexing under my touch as I rub the oil into his skin. I move up to rub at his shoulders, pulling his face to mine. Our lips meet, the steam flowing around us. Our bodies slick from the oil and sweat from the steam as our mouths continue to meet. Lo’ak pushed his tongue into my open mouth, licking at the insides. I suck eagerly on his tongue as Lo’ak’s hands travel to my hips, pulling my body flush to his. As we draw apart, our saliva mixing between us, I bite his bottom lip, pulling it into my mouth. I grab at Lo’ak’s waist, my nails clawing at his skin. 

“Oh fuck, Tìyawn. Fucking needy today.” Lo’ak groans, his hands moving to my thighs, spreading them apart, allowing him to fit between them.

 “You’ve been teasing me all day.” I bite at his neck, determined to place as many marks on him as possible. 

“All day, Tìyawn,” he groans as his hands creep towards my cunt, “How have I teased you all day?” Lo’ak asks, bringing his thumb to my clit under the water. 

“Yes!” I arch into his touch, “Lifting those baskets, watching you wrangle that Tsurak, how you climbed to get the fibers I need to make the soft yarn. You’ve been showing off your muscles to me all day.” I slip my hand closer to his slit, teasing the outside. 

Feeling Lo’ak’s slit, I notice it's already parted from the muscles relaxing due to the hot water. His cock peaking out, interested in our activities. 

“So I go about my day usually, and you get your panties all soaked?” Lo’ak’s finger entered my pussy, “Fuck, you’re so wet inside. Is that why you wet and changed your clothes this afternoon? Did you soak through your panties? My little slut aren’t you?” He slowly moved his finger in and out slowly, curling it against my sweet spot.

“Yes!” I exclaim, “I made the floor wet, too; I had to clean it up after.” I gasped, rolling my hips into his hand, splashing water on us. 

“Hmmm, what am I to do with you? Dirtying all your clothes due to your cunt. Maybe I should breed it, give it what it wants.” Lo’ak hummed nonchalantly.

“Oh yes, Lo’ak! Give me a baby!” I demand, pushing myself forward onto him.

Lo’ak and I fell back, submerging us underneath the water. His fingers never left my pussy. Instead, he used his other arm to hold onto me to resurface. 

“Damn, you’re desperate, need me to fill you up with my cock? Give you all my cum? Fill up your cunt and womb until there’s nowhere else for it to go? But you’ll be locked on my cock. It won't be able to leak. Na, it’s just going to fill you up more. Definitely gonna give you a baby. You ready for that?” Lo’ak crooned, adding another finger.

 “Oh fuck,” my eyes rolled to the back of my head. His words brought heat straight to my core.

“Yes or no, baby girl.” He punctuated with a harsh thrust of his fingers.

“Fuck, yes!” I moan as Lo’ak rubs my clit again. 

Lo’ak moves us, so I’m laying on top of him again, floating in the water, “Good girl,” adding a third finger.

The pleasure of his movements, the pressure of being full, and the burn from the stretch was perfect.

“Ohhhh, Lo’ak, please more,” I whine.

“Alright, baby girl, I won’t tease you today.” Lo’ak trailed off, removing his fingers.

 Shifting underneath myself, I pat at Lo’ak’s slit, feeling it part for me. I enter two of my fingers inside, searching for his dick. The insides of Lo’ak’s slit were warm and wet from the water seeping inside.

“Tìyawn, you need to hurry up. It is not comfortable to be filled with water.” Lo’ak grumbled.

I found his cock deep inside his slit, I coaxed it out with my fingers, and his slit closed around his cock, making a seal, “This time, I’ll be nice, but remember that’s what you do to me every time.” I threatened.

I line myself up with Lo’ak’s dick and sli back onto it, “Oh fuck you’re big!” I cry as the tapered head breaches my entrance. 

“It’s cause you are so small, a tawtute not meant to take a na’vi dick, yet here you are spread wide on my cock like a whore.” His voice was breathless as one of his spines sank into me. 

“Lo’ak!” I cry as his spines come to life inside me, trying to find the perfect place to lock into. 

Each spine pushed into me with a pop, the large objects forced into me with each pushdown. As I continue downward, there is no chance of returning up, no relief from everything. His spines continue to wriggle and writhe inside me, finding their own crevice to lock into, becoming so hard that they cannot be removed. Many of the top spines are big enough that they rub my clit as I move down, each rough force bringing me shocking waves of pleasure. 

“Oh fuck, I know, Yawne. Feels fucking good, yeah? Ready for me to lock with you? Fuck into your womb, and hold it open. Making sure that not a drop of cum goes to waste.” Lo’ak growls, grabbing at my hips forcing me down faster.

“No! Lo’ak! You’re too fast!” I shout as more of his cock is forced into me, the spines popping in with force, hitting my clit repeatedly. 

The rough pleasure was bringing me close to my climax, faster than usual, “Lo’ak, please, you’re too fast! I’m gonna cum!” I cry out.

“You’re gonna cum? Okay, I’ll make you cum,” He snarled, rutting up into me harder.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I scream, banging my fists on his chest. 

His cock tip started hitting my cervix, demanding entry, but he was too restless to line up properly, instead striking it over and over again, bruising my cervix in the process.  

“Please! Please! Lo’ak!” I scream as the pleasure becomes too much.

Lo’ak grips my hips with bruising strength, forcing his tip into my cervix. The tendrils on his cock head sprang to life, locking on either side of my cervix, creating a seal, locking us together.

“Oh fuck, Yawne! So fucking good. Ready for me cum? Gonna fill your womb so much. I’m fucking cumming!” His words came out as a hiss.

Lo’ak’s cum floods my womb, filling me even more than I already was. Gushes and gushes of cum fill me with every spurt. He keeps rutting into me, even though we cannot separate, dragging me on his cock. My clit rubs against his abs, giving me the final pleasure I need. My high hits me with overwhelming pleasure. White dots cover my vision as I attempt to wiggle and rock on Lo’ak’s cock. But his arms hold me firm. Forcing me to take everything he has to give.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I ramble on, my voice barely a whisper.

Lo’ak rubbed my back in soothing strokes, comforting me as I calmed down, “Did such a good job for me, baby. So proud of you,” He whispered, stroking my hair.

I make a whining noise at his praise, happy to hear it. We lay there soaking in the water, relaxing, as we wait for Lo’ak’s spines to disengage. 

“I’m glad we made it up here,” I mumble sleepily.

“I am, too. We really need to start setting more boundaries with Tuk. We cannot keep having her barge into our marui at all hours, day and night, as she pleases. We need our time together.” Lo’ak grumbles, irritated with his sister.

“She is a young teen, Lo’ak boundary pushing is what they do. Or are you purposefully blocking out 85% of your teen years?” I tease a soft smile on my face.

“My point still stands.” He huffed.

“I would try and start implementing those rules sooner rather than later.” I hum.

“Why?” Lo’ak asked suspiciously.

“Remember? We agreed that I should stop taking my birth control, and that was over a month ago. I am definitely going to be pregnant after this.” I remind him joyfully.

I can feel Lo’ak’s tail swishing over the water with joy, “I cannot wait for the confirmation, but Yawne, it is no longer Tuk I am worried about. It will be my mother.”

I sighed defeat when I realized he was right, “We’re never going to be alone again, are we?” I grumbled.

“No, Yawne, no, we will not.”

[10holmes]

Thanks for the fanfic ask game qs, now it's your turn! :D

I hope these aren't too many qs, but I'd love to know your thoughts:

C, K, M, S, T, V, Y

Thank you :)

Yay! Thanks so much for asking! So excited to answer these questions 😍🙏🏼🎉

The full (very long - sorry!) answer to be found below the cut! 😁

C: What character do you identify with most?

Oooh that's a tricky question... I think I can't boil it down to just one character but a blend of characters? I think the characters I tend to stan and ship are a good indicator bc I usually fixate most on ships and characters that somehow speak to me or that I relate to.

For example with XueXiao, I really identify with Xiao Xingchen in the way that he is kind and helpful to others and follows this ideal of wanting to make the world a better place and leaving the mountain for that, aka a place he could stay placid and content in, to instead do something about the injustices he knows about in the "real world", even if that means facing hardships and pain and struggles.

As for Xue Yang, I really relate to him and see him as my deepest darkest side if I could throw my morality over board. I am someone who whole-heartedly proclaims "eat the rich" and means it, so if I was any more like Xue Yang in the way not to give a fuck, I'd also just kill the people that hurt me or others and go unhinged... 😅🙈 Slight difference between us being I would not kill indiscriminately and for the fun of it or for the slightest offense but really only target corrupt rich people and super capitalists and fascists that have it coming for them 🤭

K: What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

I really don't want to spoil anything, but it has to do with an alternative chapter / ending I came up with for my LiuJiu A/B/O fic. I love happy endings as much as the next fanfic reader but sometimes I just want to make myself and others hurt. And this one will hopefully make my readers scream.

Also there's a XueXiao reincarnation fic WIP I can't wait to post. It's nearly finished and I wrote it while listening to Tom Odell's "Another Love" on repeat - which should give you enough of a vibe to imagine the angst level of this fic. I'll just say this much: unrequited love 🤭👍🏼

Sorry I can't be more specific but I really don't want to spoil anything more😅🙈

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you'd like to share?

Maybe it's because I'm too young to know that phrasing or maybe it's a native speaker thing but I had to google what this meant first and hope Google got it right 😅🤣

My WIP file is massive... To give you a glimpse: Next to the ones mentioned above I've also started:

- an angsty post-canon Beefleaf fic, where SQX is haunted by a hanging ghost and made to kill herself but HX intervenes and they start their journey of reconciling, don't know if I'll ever finish it...

- a VegasPete vampire / vampire hunter AU based on a Tumblr prompt and gif-set post but I'll very likely never continue that...

- a LiuJiu AU where SJ is present during the events of SVSSS and LQQ knows SY is an imposter and now tries to bring back SJ into his former body. This has angst and hurt written into every line. Sadly it's merely all in my head...

S: Any fandom tropes you can't resist?

Enemies to Lovers always hits! It's my jam!

Also the angstier the merrier! Hit me with the feels, the pain, the hurt, the agony! Doesn't even have to have a happy ending, I'm a sucker for being emotionally destroyed and also emotionally destroying my readers (though I tend to give them a happy ending at least) 😈🤣👍🏼

And, like you, omegaverse is my guilty pleasure - the smuttier the better 😏

And speaking of guilty pleasures I also have to say monster-fuck AUs are on the menu as well... There have been some really good SongXueXiao ones, I've read. Didn't know that was something I'd ever be into - my 14 year old self would probably be appalled. But here we are 🤣🤣

Soulmate and Fated Pair AUs are something I like to dig into as well.

And I'm also really into mermaid AUs. Especially when one is human and the fic gives off The Little Mermaid vibes.

T: Any fandom tropes you can't stand?

I don't know why but any modern day AUs especially High School AUs... I just can't read it. The most I will do is mob boss / mafia or reincarnation where they slowly uncover their past, but if canon events are set in modern times/contexts I don't really like it for some reason 😅

But I'm actually quite open to a lot of fics and it's mostly not the tropes I can't stand but characterisation or writing style 😅🙈

V: If you could write the sequel/prequel to any fanfic out there (not you own) which would it be?

Bruh... What a difficult question... I haven't ever thought about writing continuations or pre-quels for existing fic as I love them the way they are and mostly just in between imagine possible canon-divergences if the characters had made different choices...

But I guess, from the top of my head, I'd like to write a sequel to "Mark of Jasmine" to give LiuJiu an alternative or reincarnation happy ending because they've really been played in that one... 🙈😅

Y: A character you want to protect?

So many. All my little blorbos and meow meows. On the top of that list - obviously - Xue Yang. But I'd also step in front of my best bois Loki and Shen Jiu to shield them. They deserve so much better 💕😭

Now thanks again for the ask and for reading this long-ass reply, it was my pleasure 🤣

[theboarsbride]

After reading all of your wip intros (all v cool and exciting) I’m curious how you go about your research process for them, since they all have varying aspects that I’d assume would require a bit of digging and planning. How do you structure any notes you take for research, worldbuilding, and plotting? Do you enjoy the planning stage of wip writing?

AAAAA!!! Thank you for the ask - I'm so excited that you like all my WIPs!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😭🥺💛💛💛

So for me research is a weird thing since, personally, I feel like I am not the BEST researcher?? I think it's just because I struggle to focus enough to do it, or have the time since I already dedicate time for research for college projects, and get so overwhelmed because I don't know exactly where to begin, what exactly to research, etc. So that's why I save in-depth research for when I finish a first draft of a story, just so that I have a better feeling of WHAT I need to look more into in order to add more flesh and meat to the WIP.

A lot of my research will initially consist of watching movies or reading books - reading novels especially - mostly to figure out vibes, inspiration, etc. My thought process is that by reading a book, I can see how other authors have utilized their research and how certain facts, tools, social norms, clothing, etc. is written into their story. Like for The Monster and the Butterfly the main books I read after finishing a first draft was Fingersmith by Sarah Waters, The Quick by Lauren Owen, and A Taste for Monsters by Matthew Kirby because all three of these stories are set in a similar era as TMATB (especially The Quick and A Taste for Monsters set in the late Victorian Era) or contain similar character archetypes I want to work with (especially ATfM). For TMATB some research I admittedly did some accidental research while working college papers lmao.

I am nearing completion of a second draft, and once it's completed, I have two books I want to read to further flesh out the world of TMATB: The Victorian City by Judith Flanders and How to be a Victorian by Ruth Goodman.

I've not really had a chance to do as much research for my other WIP ideas since they're either super new or I've not the time, admittedly, but with semester being almost halfway done and having a year left of college, I hope to change this!! But, more light research I tend to do alongside plotting novels - since I personally find that I'm a plotting plantser, so I like to have a planned out 'chapter map' and then I can add or remove plot points as I start drafting!

But when it comes to taking notes, I tend to make one main Google Doc that houses my notes from research, minor details about plot points and characters I think are important, themes I want to explore, settings, etc. I both love and get immensely frustrated with this stage of writing because I get mad when I don't have everything figured out right then and there, but it's also fun to figure out who these characters are and what I want the story to be! Of course, the best part of this stage is putting together playlists and Pinterest boards to help figure out The Vibe™️ for the WIP!🤭

I HOPE THIS ANSWERS YOUR QUESTION THOUGH!!!! Thanks so much for the ask - sorry for the answer being so long and ramble-y!😭💛

[todd-queen]

whaaaaaaaaat i have no idea what you're talking aboutttttt 🫣

haha really tho yeah it's me! I'm just shy :))

i really enjoyed all your answers tho! and thank you so much for asking me!!!

the pound of flesh trap is by far my favorite, i think i spend about 90% of my day thinking about it 😅 i love it so much because of Tanedra Howard, the woman who chops off her arm. she was the winner of 2008 Scream Queens, and, especially after watching the show, i just love her performance so much! (and the first shot of saw vi with the cockroach on her hand makes me INSANE knowing she had to put cockroaches on herself in the show to win the role)

my other very favorite is the water cube trap! the fact that scott patterson actually submerged himself under water! on countless takes! and still managed to not only act!! but still convey all the emotions underwater! AND PERFORM THE TRACHEOTOMY STUNT!!!! every time i watch it i'm in awe

i also love the pendulum trap, i don't really have a good reason for it except that i just do really love it. the behind the scenes of all the practical/sfx is also really cool!

the classroom trap with the married couple in saw iv is also one of my favorites. i've never been sure if the traps in iv were fully designed by john or hoffman, but i feel like it's one of the best examples of john's philosophy. and i love that she killed her husband and got to live!! (this reminds me too of pints of sacrifice (v), i guess i love the traps where characters live but are not fundamentally/physically unchanged!!! :D edited to add: diego's pipe bomb trap in saw x is also one of my favorites like this!)

now as for surviving a trap.... that's a pretty hard question, and i know i asked it first lol

i don't think i could survive anything from iii or vi, since you have to rely on another person's choices to determine your fate. although i'd like to say i could survive pound of flesh, but i think if it really came down to it i wouldn't be able to convince myself in time. especially if i had never heard of a jigsaw trap before, i'd think it was a sick joke!

real talk tho, i think i'd be able to survive either the razor wire trap or the furnace from saw ii. i think in both cases the victim rushed into them- Paul had 3 hours, and i think with that time i could definitely find a way out with superficial cuts, maybe even crawl so it's just digging into my hands and knees; Obi started to freak out as soon as the furnace turned on, he never even noticed the drawing on the wall. my biggest concern with the furnace would be getting out of the tight space as soon as possible! but who's to say the other people wouldn't gang up on me when i get out 🤷🏻

thank you again for asking! even though i asked you i hadn't thought about my own answers till now so this was a lot of fun :)) thank you for indulging my rambling

(also tumblr wouldn't let me edit my draft so i had to screenshot your ask!)

[btsmosphere]

💫🌈

thank you for your ask!

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

I looove specific comments! when people share particular scenes/lines that they liked and why, when people comment their own theories about what will happen, etc. after the effort I put into my fics it's really rewarding when people engage like this and share my enthusiasm, and it's so interesting to see what people pick up on and get out of my fics. sometimes I'm super impressed that people notice details I had put in just for myself, and I've had a few instances where people understand my writing and characters better than I do, which is always v humbling. and other times people get something totally different out of it, which is just so interesting to hear! the fact that something I wrote prompted them to think about certain things just blows my mind I guess! but any comment is wonderful, I also adore when people just scream about the drama at me hahaha, literally drop a keysmash and I'm a happy writer🥰

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

hmmmm. I mean, there are some super long wips I've had for actual years at this point, so no one would ever know how much work and effort I've put into them! not yet anyway😅 but mostly, I think the effort that goes on behind the scenes wrangling my plots together has to be the thing. I have pages of notes before I even begin writing my plot-filled stories, like the mafia ones! and since I write so many of them, I suppose it might be reasonable to assume I have some kind of affinitty with them, but I always have to fight a bit to get the result I want. for crossfire, for example, I had literal floor plans and fight maps drawn out to help me🤣I kid you not, when I first came up with it I was like 'okay I want a mafia au where at the end everything seems lost and they're in danger but then there's a satisfying end where it's revealed that they have the upper hand'.... with no idea how I was going to acheive that. I've grown quite experienced forcing a tangible plot into a vague notion like that! overall, there isn't one that stands out tbh. every story has its little struggles so I could go on about lots of them for ages, which I'll spare you from rn!!

thank you for the questions, they were fun to dig into! if anyone wants to ask any more:

fic writer asks!!👀

(or just ask me any question you want to know lol)

[lightseoul]

hihi zee!! to answer your question i double major in political science and economics! its such a hassle istg ive been considering switching to accounting but i already did that in highschool and i cant stand it 💀

also just wanted to lyk! im so proud of u for going to a psychiatrist and psychologist :) dont mean to sound rude or mean but ik its hard to reach out for help so ure doing really good love ❤

im so happy to hear that my asks relieve ur stress even if its just a bit! bc thats one of the biggest reasons i do it :) before going into college i considered majoring in psychology because mental health has always been so important to me and how my friends felt always affected me as well bc i wanted them to feel good 😭 i hope u start doing good

im currently going through my #healingera bc ive been digging my own grave with my self sabotage 💀 ive been doing a bit of self care and taking care of my skin better :) wearing makeup to feel pretty instead of doing it to make people think im pretty so my makeup style changed completely! but im still trying different looks so lmk if i should try anything ❤

-⭐

WOW that's so impressive!! look at you, you smart cookie 🫵🏼 lmk how the majors go!! i'm excited for your college journey <3

and thank you so so much! i really appreciate it :,) it helps that im a psych major but even then getting help IS difficult. but im trying! and your words are much appreciated.

and now there's another reason why we get along BAHAHHA mental health is also just so !! important to me. and im so glad that you can be that kind of person and presence to your friends :,( i hope you also have people like that in your life!

AND ANONNIE wtf im currently v into makeup too????? WHAT AHSJHSA this is so cool BUT YEAH makeup is really fun and im excited that your motivation to do it is morphing for the better <3 currently im liking the midway between the clean girl look and 2016, full on makeup lmao ig it just works for me!! i also just like to match it according to my outfit or what i plan to do for the day/who i'm with <3

[muddshadow]

Happy Storyteller Saturday! What is something that has changed from the beginning of your WIP to now?

hello @ryns-ramblings!! *showers you with glitter* I have morphed this ask into world-building Wednesday! and for the subject of change, i’ve gotta talk about my oldest, dearest, most maddening project...

TO FORGET A PRINCE // High fantasy, mystery. A world built on bones, volatile magic and sentient nature, and the escalating riddle of a godling’s revenge. First in a trilogy, To Forget a Prince brings together the three strangers Yulei, Nara, and Kon, each struggling to prove themselves in all the wrong ways as a cold-hearted monster wakes from its long sleep. About failure, perseverance, and creating your own salvation.

oh boy this story... it's been with me since i was about twelve years old. It's undergone so many overhauls, i could write an entirely separate novel about what's changed since the first few ideas. It’s original version was more a convoluted chain of wild events and spectacular battle scenes and extra-dramatic character drama than it was an actual story with plot. Giving it structure took a lot of time and effort, though the biggest challenge was designing character arcs. The three main characters sort of grew up with me, their traits and personalities went through several transitions, and so writing them a beginning and end was tough. I'm sure they'll endure more tweaks and adjustments as the last of my plot comes together, but I've settled on their personal journeys - how they begin the story and the difficult truths they face along the way. Besides a name change for each, a couple makeovers, and some major background revisions, here’s some of the biggest changes for the three main characters...

Yulei began as many twelve-year-old OC's do: an over-powered, over-dramatic, tragic chosen one. Also everyone was in love with her (naturally). Yulei was really good at being captured by enemies (everyone wanted her ultra special powers), accidentally destroying buildings in fits of magical hysteria (she was always forgiven for this), and staring pensively into the night sky. Yulei didn’t actually have that much personality. Her righteous goodness and popularity were boring. Over time, she’s become significantly less ‘good’ and entirely less ‘popular’. After scrapping the chosen-one gig and rearranging her background, Yulei is defined by her razor-sharp resourcefulness, eager impulsiveness, and lonesome wanderlust. She grew up in a big city with very little support, she knew a hundred flavors of neglect before an affectionate touch, and is infatuated by the whisper of magic (and now also branded by it). Despite being (mostly) good-natured and friendly, Yulei struggles with attachment. Meeting her mentor changed the trajectory of her entire life. When he disappears, Yulei becomes obsessed with finding him. Her character arc centers around this obsession - fearing the rot of loneliness, killing the self to please someone else, digging up truths better left hidden. But in the effort of searching for her mentor, Yulei forges new bonds she never thought she could, and learns a lot about how to love.

Nara (Nathera) is utterly unrecognizable from his original design. He began as the story's villain: also over-powered, smirks eight times a paragraph, and whose blinding handsomeness and (predatory) charm cancelled out all those murders he committed. But Nara was also indentured to the bigger, badder bad guy, and so this made him sympathetic enough to team up with sometimes. Nara’s personality has changed A LOT, and transitioning him from problematic villain meant giving him a weakness - so now, Nara is a coward. He runs from blatant danger, possible danger, confrontation of an emotional nature, and most things that blink at him funny. Not for lack of magical talent - Nara is still an exceedingly talented sorcerer - but his work often flirts with death and running away has always meant survival. Nara looks after himself first and foremost, and he prefers to hide behind a hundred-layer mask. His character arc is about courage - courage to face his fears, but also the courage to know oneself. Nara can’t flee the plot of the story because it grows from the problem he never quite foresaw (he’ll curse himself for never anticipating that danger), and he can’t flee himself as the past comes calling. Surrounded by people who are ferociously authentic, Nara is forced to decide who he wants to be.   

Kon (Konvhana) has always been the voice of reason. Except when I was a kid, I had little to no interest in silly things like reason, and so Kon was condemned to be the bland and boring one. He led a prestigious team of warriors; always making the right battle decisions, connected the others to the story’s political higher-ups, and rarely felt complicated emotions. The best thing I did for Kon’s character arc was take away all that certainty in his leadership - Kon stills leads a (much smaller) team, but his storyline is defined by trust. Kon has good instincts, a sharp nose for lies, and a strong sense for justice, but he doubts himself. It’s difficult for him to trust others and terrifying to lead them. He wants to make a difference but doesn’t know how. Throughout the first book, Kon hesitates and stumbles, blindly follows others despite disagreement, suffers and learns from his failures. Meeting Yulei and Nara forces Kon into the position where he can make a difference - where his decisions have consequences and his actions affect lives, and where he must trust himself or lose everything he cares about. Kon has always been stern, grumpy, and a slight buzzkill, but nowadays he’s also intelligent, extremely caring, and someone who’s had to work very, very hard to act on what he believes is right.

thanks for the excuse to ramble about my oldest characters <3 here's some lineart of them i haven't colored yet!! Kon - Yulei - Nara. (yulei is usually 5'3" hehe) i love them very much <3

[devils-dares]

heyyyyyy! first off, congratulations on 100!!! you so deserve it!

next, i'm here to request prompt 34 from prompt list 1 because i'm feeling v soft tonight.

i hope you have a lovely rest of your night! 🥰

thank you so much, my love!

34. “Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”

The coffee pot was practically empty by the time you went to go refill for what must’ve been at least the fourth time in two hours. Not wanting to waste any longer yawning, you settled for the coffee ground laden liquid at the bottom of the pot. Putting a couple extra sugars in the steaming cup to balance the bitterness, you grabbed your cup and settled back into your floor nest of legal paperwork.

It was now 1:47 AM and you were sure that whichever intern at the DA’s office sorted these papers was going to have the pleasure of being strangled by you. Highlighting words and key phrases wasn’t fun, but it would help Foggy and Matt with progressing in the case. Sighing, you spoke out loud to yourself, stopping every few minutes to rub the sleep out of your eyes. You let your head rest on your hand as you read, which turned out to not be the smartest move as you fell asleep.

About 30 minutes later, you were awoken by heavy pants and pained grunts. You snapped up and snuck into Foggy’s office, grabbing the baseball bat he kept by his desk. Heading to the kitchenette, you raise the bat and before the man on the ground could say anything, you whacked him with it.

“Ow! Wait, stop!” You hear him say. He struggles to get up and once he does, you slowly back up until he hits the lightswitch, illuminating his figure and more specifically, the horns on his head.

“You’re- you’re devilman, uh, Daredevil! What the fuck are you doing in my office?” You say, putting the bat down.

“Heh, good question. What are you doing here at 2 in the morning?” He says as he finally stands straight. It’s then that you realize how much bigger he is than you.

“Just- uh, work for my bosses. Let me grab a first aid kit, I know we have one. You see, I uh, got a boss, little bit of a klutz, that one. He’s blind and always comes in bleeding in some way. I keep it stocked for emergencies.” You walk to your desk, situated next to Karen’s. Digging through your drawer, you finally find the bright red box. As you walk back to the kitchenette, you see that he’s taken his cowl off.

“Oh! Sorry, here I’ll just leave it on the counter.”

“You’re wearing my sweater, did you take it from my office?” He says as he turns around.

“Matt? Holy fuck! Come here and sit down, let me patch you up. Oh gosh, I hit you with Foggy’s bat, I’m so sorry that must’ve hurt.” He chuckles at your rushed words.

“Take a breath, sweetheart. I’m okay.” He finally takes a seat and helps you take his top off.

“My god, Matt.” He grabs your hand as you gasp at the vast amount of cuts, scars, and bruises.

“It’s alright, most of them look worse than they actually are. If you don’t want to help me, I understand.” You shake your head at that.

“No, I got you.” Wetting a rag with rubbing alcohol, you grimace when he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth.

“So I’m a klutz, huh?” He chuckles.

“Shut up, had I known you were parading as the devil at night, I would’ve just said insane. How do you even… you’re blind, right?”

“Yes. It’s… complicated. I was blinded by chemicals, so, to make a long story short, when it took away my eyesight it enhanced my other senses. I can kind of see a weird 360 outline of everything.”

“Yeah, complicated.” The two of you fall in a comforting silence.

“You don’t have any other questions? Don’t want to scream at me or hit me?”

“No, I’m just, I’m thankful for you, Matthew.”

“You- you are?” He questions, but the steady rhythm of your heart tells him that you’re not lying.

“Yeah, absolutely. You’ve saved so many people… including me.”

“Seriously?” He tilts his head towards you, eyes glazed over but still conveying concern.

“Yeah, uh, my fourth night in Hell’s Kitchen. My friends made me swear up and down that I’d go out with them. I came out a little tipsy and was shoved in an alley, but before the dude could lay a single finger on me, the devil was there. And now the devil’s my boss, so there’s that fantasy out the window.”

“Fantasy? You fantasize about me?” A smirk plays on his lips.

“Cram it, Murdock.”

“Okay, answer this question then.”

“Can’t you read minds?”

“What? No! Who told y- anyways. Why are you wearing my sweater?”

“It- I uh, hm. It’s cold, and I forgot my jacket.”

“No you didn’t, it’s right over there on your chair. So don’t lie to me.”

“Fine! It smells like you, okay? And it doesn’t hurt that it’s oversized and criminally soft and warm and- mmf!” You’re cut off as he presses his lips to yours. Your hands slowly inch their way up his face to finally tangle in his hair as his hands hold your hips in a featherlight touch.

“I’m sorry, I just really wanted to do that. You’re cute when you try to reason your way out of things.”

“Yeah, well I’m not the lawyer here, am I? And uh, if you ever happen to get the urge to kiss me again, you go ahead and do that.” He rumbles out a laugh.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Are you all done playing doctor?”

“Yeah, yeah. Shut it, your bandages look pretty. Please don't scare me again.”

“After that whack with Foggy’s bat? I’ll be sure to announce my arrival.”

You groan out an apology and he kisses your forehead.

“Can I ask you another question?” He murmurs, lips still against your forehead.

“What am I, on the witness stand?”

“Why are you here?”

“To save your ass, of course.”

“I’m being serious.” He cups your face in his hands, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.

“Realistically, I hate being alone. I can't stand it. I can't sleep, can't unwind. I come here to do work and burn my brain out so I can't overthink anything.”

“Come home with me.”

“I’m not subjecting you to my snoring and drooling.”

“No judgement. And you can take as many sweaters as you'd like.”

“...Promise?”

He laughs and kisses you again.

“I couldn't say no to you even if I tried.”

[lorebite]

Hi! Love your work! Wondering if you would be willing to do a fic of Jason and the reader having some fun, but it's the readers first time. And she's super insecure about it and insecure of her body?

Hi, love. Thank you so much. Sorry it took me so long to get to this one. I was in a smut rut for a while but luckily, I stumbled upon this silly goofy song the other day and now we’re all gonna be stuck with this word vomit of a fic. Lol!

sugar pop || Jason Kolchek x Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Cursing. Fem/AFAB reader. Suggestive content (making out, dirty talk, teasing, penetrative sex (p in v), cunnilingus, soft dom Jason). Mentions of reader being inexperienced and a nervous lil cinnamon roll. [Almost?] established relationship. Loads of praise and pet names.

Things had taken quite a turn when Jason dropped you off after your date. You sat quietly in the dark of his car, enfolded in the click clack of the emergency lights and the headlights flashing in the empty street, and the woody smell of Jason’s cologne that was as intoxicating as nicotine. The plastic bag at your feet crinkling as you shifted your legs reminded you of what you two had planned for to close the night with.

Your heart was hammering in your throat and you were almost certain Jason could hear it, too. You stole a glance at him from the corner of your eye; his warm eyes twinkled as he stared back at you, a hint of a smile on his lips. You swallowed, finally mustering enough confidence to voice the question that’s been digging into your tongue like a hook for the past few minutes.

“Do you… wanna come upstairs?”

“Is that okay with you?” He said softly.

“Yeah, yeah. I— I mean, if that’s okay with you, too.”

The back of his hand rose to ghost over your jawline. “It’s more than okay with me, sweetheart. Please lead the way.”

Jason was immediately by your side as soon as you exited the car, his hand enveloping yours as you climbed up the front steps. His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you against his chest. His lips pressed a kiss to your hairline, slowly traveling down the side of your face. You fidgeted with the lock before finally managing to pry the door open, tugging Jason along with you as you guided him to your apartment door.

His idle fingers were already toying with the hem of your shirt under your jacket, persistent hands hardly allowing you time to unlock your door before your legs were swept from underneath you. A small yelp slipped past your lips as you curled against Jason’s chest, a fistful of his shirt clutched within your grasp. He gave a deep chuckle, the resonance vibrating against your ear, and he stepped into your home, kicking the door shut behind him.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

You pointed towards the tiny hallway linked to your living room and he carried you through the dark crammed walls. Nudging the bedroom door ajar with a foot, he pressed his shoulder to the light switch and the pale florescent lights flickered on.

He walked towards your bed and sat you down on the edge, taking the plastic bag from you and dumping it on the floor, his lips finding yours in the next breath. A content sigh flitted through your nose and you could feel the lift of his mouth against yours. His palms sat on your shoulders, slipping under the collar of your jacket. He slid it down your arms and tossed it across the room, then pulled back his hands to his chest to remove his own.

Once the article joined the other heap at the foot of the bed, he gave your shoulders a gentle push and you fell back on the mattress, his strong legs caging your waist. He tilted his head, a smile lingering on his pink lips, eyes soft and rich with affection.

You averted your gaze, turning your chin as the scorching course of blood flooded your cheeks, opening the smooth skin of your neck for his taking. Jason lowered his lips to press a kiss to your jugular. You recoiled instinctively upon his ticklish touch, a tight-lipped giggle breaking past your lips.

He chuckled in your ear. “You’re so fucking adorable.” His fingers crawled beneath the hem of your shirt, their soft pads feathering along your skin. You gasped his name. “Yeah, baby?” He slurred against your skin, voice muffled.

When you didn’t respond, he paused to lift his head back up, a small questioning frown tugging at his brows. “What’s wrong?”

Your lips fluttered wordlessly, another surge of heat filling up your face as you realized that you had to have the talk with your new boyfriend.

“I— I’ve never done this kinda thing before…” Your voice barely came above a whisper.

“Oh,” Jason breathed out, a relieved smile curling the corners of his mouth. “That’s okay. Nothing wrong with that,” he left a firm kiss on your cheek. “We can take things slow. We don’t gotta do anything if you’re not ready.”

You turned your head back to meet his eyes. “I want to, actually. But…” you trailed off.

“But?” He echoed.

“I’m just— well, I—” you blew out your cheeks, gathering your thoughts before starting again, “I’ve never been naked in front of a guy before. So, it’s— it’s­­— Jesus. I’m nervous what you’re gonna think once the layers come off.” You blurted out the rest of your words before your brain managed to hold you back.

“You serious?” Jason frowned, a shadow of a smile curving his lips. “Like dead serious?”

A petulant pout curled down your lips and he laughed.

“Sweetheart, you’re perfect for me. I ain’t gotta think twice ‘bout that. You’re so soft and pretty, and you feel amazing in my arms. I’d love to see more of you if you let me.”

Your ears burned red as you stared at him, watching the swirl of warmth in his eyes turn sharp. He lowered his chin as a faint smile danced across his lips.

“But you gotta say the words,” he rasped. “I won’t move a single finger ‘less I hear it from your mouth.”

Your eyes widened. “Say what?”

“You know what, sweetheart.”

You heaved a sharp sigh, your gaze unable to hold his any longer, turning away as if it was being weighed down by an invisible anchor. Jason clicked his tongue, pushing your head back with two fingers.

“Don’t look away, baby. I want you to look into my eyes and tell me exactly what you want from me. And I better hear you right or else we’d be stuck here like this all night.” He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “and something you need to know about me; I’m real damn patient. So, use your words, pretty girl.”

You couldn’t believe you were going to say it out loud, but rip it like a band aid, right? There was none to lose but all to gain here. You just needed to move past step one, the rockiest of them, then things would be smooth sailing from there.  

You sucked in a quick breath, peering up at Jason’s waiting eyes. “Will you fuck me?” Your tone came more confident than you had first thought you were capable of and his growing smile was all the reinforcement you needed to fuel your next words, “Please? I really really want you.”

“Of course, baby. It’d be my honor to fuck you.” He kissed you, murmuring against your lips, “such a good girl. Such a good fucking girl for me.” He let his hand down to your shirt, leaning back enough to whisper, “may I?”

You nodded your response and he lifted the article over your head. Goosebumps crept along your bare skin as the cold air embraced you. Jason abandoned the shirt on the floor, his eyes slowly drifting down your torso. You squirmed as your face flushed and he wrinkled his nose with a playful smile.

“You’re so fucking precious.” His fingers stroked across your collarbone, drawing a line down to your bra. “So fucking beautiful.” He leaned back into your chest, pressing a kiss to the curve of your breast and you inhaled sharply. “At any point you wanna stop, I stop. Got it?” He whispered into your skin.

You breathed out an “okay” and Jason hummed approvingly through a kiss on your stomach. His hands cradled your waist, lips making a slow descend to the waist of your jeans. He popped the button open and pulled down the zipper, looking up at you, cueing you to lift yourself for him. He slowly tugged the fabric down your legs and it, too then went to join the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

His fingers took hold of his own shirt and lifted its hem. You put down your hand on his, looking up at him with round eyes. “Can I take it off for you?”

He smiled. “Sure, you can, sweetheart.”

You slipped your hands under his shirt, tentative digits grazing his sides as you pulled the article over his stretched out arms. Your fingers trailed down his chest, following the lines of muscle adorning his stomach. His skin was firm, yet warm against your touch and you so badly wanted to taste it on your tongue.

“Whatever you’re thinking — don’t keep it all to yourself now, alright?” A crooked smile quirked his lips. It was like he just read your mind.

You gave a noncommittal shrug, a grin creeping onto your face. Moving your hands to his belt, you hooked a finger behind the button and undid it with ease. Jason watched you quietly as you tugged down the zipper. You slid the tips of your fingers behind his boxers and he gasped, not expecting you to be suddenly so bold.

“Want me to take these off?” He asked, already pulling at the loosened fabric of his jeans.

“Yeah.” You said and he did.

He leaned down, his arms propped by the sides of your head. His lips claimed yours, trailing slowly down to your neck. He lifted a forefinger to slip beneath the strap of your bra and slide it down, lips returning to press against the top of your breast. His tongue darted out and swiped at your skin, crawling down to the cup of your bra. He kissed your nipple over the lace, pulling a breathless moan through your teeth.

His mouth lingered on the small revealing of your breasts above your bra, refusing to go farther down. His lips moved calculatedly, giving you time to adapt to the succession of alterations he was offering you. You decided to take the initiative this time and reach behind yourself to unhook your bra. Jason’s eyes widened before they grew lidded with need, teeth digging into his plump lips. He smiled.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so pretty.” His eyes roamed your now bare chest. “Can I please touch you?”

You nodded and he rose a finger to trace along your pebbled nipple. A moan caught in the back of your throat as he pinched the nub between two digits. He leaned back down into your chest and his mouth cupped around the firm bit of flesh, pressed between his teeth as his tongue curled around it. He tugged at your nipple as he pulled back from you and you let out a high pitched gasp.

He let a hand down to the waistband of your panties, brushing the pads of his fingers over your mound beneath the thin slip of fabric. “I’m gonna take off your panties now. Is that okay?”

“Yeah.” You panted, mind in overdrive with anticipation.

He pulled the lace down your thighs, throwing it to the floor, and sitting himself at your knees, propping your feet up on the bed. He gently pushed them apart and you fought the urge to close them as he stared down at you between your thighs. He wet his lips, eyes rising to meet yours with a smile.

“So perfect, pretty girl. You’re my pretty girl, right?”

You nodded, cheeks flaring up with heat again.

“Come on. Let me hear you say it.”

“I— I’m your pretty girl.” You whispered.

“What was that?” He grinned. “I didn’t catch that.”

“I’m your pretty girl.” You repeated, curt and confident.

“That’s more like it, baby. I’m gonna touch you here now, okay?”

One of his hands disappeared between your thighs, sliding gingerly between your folds. You gasped as the tip of his finger nudged into your entrance. But it left as soon as it had come. Jason lifted his slick stricken digit to his lips and sucked it into his mouth.

“Mmm, so wet and perfect for me. So fucking delicious.” His heated gaze bore into yours. “Can I taste you? Please, baby? Can I make you feel good? I promise I will.”

Oh, god. Now he was begging? You swallowed thickly and nodded fervently.

“Thank you, baby.”

His face lowered onto you, his lips hovering just above your clit. His tongue wormed out to lap at the flushed bundle, sending a shock of pleasure through your body. You bucked your hips into his face as his mouth wrapped around you, and he moaned loudly against you. The vibration of his growls coursing like jolts of electricity through your yearning flesh.

His pace was measured and patient, just as he had promised, slowly but definitely building you up, the ticklish warmth in your core coiling into a pleasant stinging heat. You looked down at him; his eyes were on you, drinking up every flicker of emotion that swept across your face.

He withdrew his mouth, smears of your arousal now gathered on his chin, he said, “will you be comfortable if I used my fingers, too?”

“I think so. Yeah.”

He nodded, returning his mouth to your pussy as he took a finger to your folds, carefully poking its tip inside you. He slid his finger in, then out, deliberately to allow you to adjust on your time. He carried you along the high you were riding upon, bringing you closer and closer to the edge you so wished to tip over. And soon enough, your orgasm washed over you like a sudden downpour. And you moaned loudly as the room became a mess of blurred colors around you.

Jason peppered your inner thighs with small kisses until he came back up to meet your eyes again. He smiled down at you, his hands caressing your hips as your pounding heart calmed down.

You slid your arms around his neck and pulled him down to you, lips meeting softly. Your tongue swiped at his lip, gathering a taste of your arousal into your mouth and a pleased hum vibrated in the back of your throat.

“You like tasting yourself on me, baby?” He growled into your mouth, his teeth nipping at your lip. The all too familiar heat began licking at your walls again. “See how fucking tasty you are?”

You moaned against his mouth, breath knotting in your chest. Your fingers twisted within the wisps of hair on the back of his neck, pulling greedily at their roots. He groaned and pushed his hips into you, offering you a generous feel of his firm bulge through the rough fabric of his boxers.

A new surge of courage budded through your limbs; you let down a hand between you and palmed him gingerly. He gasped as your warm fingers enveloped him, your palm rubbing him in short quick strokes.

“Getting bold, are we?” He chuckled and you grinned, the nagging voice of anxiety cloaked far beneath the thickening weight of lust. “Mmm, I like this side of you even more.”

You tugged at the waistband of his boxers and pulled it inches down. You traced your fingers along his v lines, eyeing the wet stain of his pre-cum on the dark fabric. You bit your lip, looking back up into his eyes.

“You know, you can always do more than just look.”

“Then why don’t you take these off for me?” You were amazed at your own confidence. But Jason sure did bring that out of you. He made you want to play out your ideas on him.

“Gladly.”

He stood up to slide down and step out of his boxers, then reached into the little plastic bag by the bed for the bottle of lubricant and a packet of condom. He returned between your legs, taking the foil packet between his teeth and ripping it open. He donned the condom, then lifted the lube and squeezed a generous amount onto his palm before dousing his cock with the gel.

The tip of his throbbing cock grazed your entrance and your heart stuttered. Oh, this was really happening. Your chest swelled with a pleasant warmth as he pressed a chaste kiss to your knee.

“I’ll be gentle. Tell me if it hurts, okay?”

“Okay,” you said with a nod.

He pressed himself into you, prying slightly between your folds. You took a fistful of the sheets beneath you, clenching your walls as they stretched with a stinging heat.

“Fuck, baby. I can’t make it in if you keep squeezing me like that.” He huffed a laugh that immediately waned into a breathless moan as he managed an inch inside when you finally relaxed. “That’s it. Good girl. You’re doing so good for me.”

Your palms rose to rest on his broad shoulders as he began slowly moving in and out, careful not to thrust himself all the way into you. But his cock still filled you enough to allow for that warm tickling sensation to build deep inside you.

Jason leaned down to kiss your thigh as he continued gently sliding in and out, his soft grunts weaving in between the muffled wet noises between your legs. His breaths had grown shallow and rapid and he hadn’t even sped up that much.

“You doing okay, sweetheart?” He still managed to ask between hurried gulps of breath, panting the question.

“Yeah.” You moaned your response before you could hold it in and he grinned. He liked knowing that you were getting off on his cock, even if it weren’t all of it, yet.

He lifted the pad of his thumb to your clit, rolling the yearning bud firmly. You pushed your head back against the mattress as a loud moan fled your mouth.

“Oh, baby,” he whined. “You sound so damn pretty.”

His finger quickened, tightening the insistent heat deep in your core as his hips pushed against you. Your orgasm loomed over you like a spread wings of a bird, your walls beginning to flutter around him. The guttural noise that caught in his throat told you that he was also about to propel over with you.

“Cum for me,” he growled, brows furrowed and teeth clenched. “Come on, baby. You can do it.”

And as though he just pulled at the threads of your orgasm like a puppet master, you arched your back as your climax rushed through your body. Jason groaned, dipping his head as he followed you shortly after. His erratic warm breaths fanning your burning face.

“Fuck. That was amazing.” He gave a breathy chuckle after an instance of silence. Lifting his head, his eyes met yours as a dazed smile spread across his cheeks. “You all good?”

“I’m good.” You grinned, running your hands down his biceps, feeling the flex of his muscles under your fingers. “And you’re even better.”

An easy laugh spilled from his throat as he lowered his face to capture your lips against his. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. But just you wait. There’s lots more to see, lots more to do.”

You chortled. “Are you talking about yourself?”

“Guilty.” He winked.

[doritofalls]

I am Interested in you Kiyo Sticks Around AU... it's a v neat idea and there's so much to dig into there. The complete destruction of the sense of self... the rest of the class having to deal with there being a very clear guilty-as-sin murderer among them. So much potential.

If I can ask though: what, in this AU, would trigger his (or at least the start of his) disillusionment with his sister? Because I think that would sit very very far in, for the process to even begin. And at the same time it's needed for him to do any meaningful character change.

(cont.)

On a (semi-related) note I believe Kiyo would use each and every potential argument he could find to defend his sister if anyone were to point out that her behaviour was. Bad. Not matter what weird leaps of logic or contradictions he ends up with. Korekiyo Shinguuji: Ultimate Mental Gymnast.

thank you!! i really appreciate such thoughtful and kind feedback! honestly, i got invested in the concept of the au because while i love kiyo and wish he had a chance at redemption obviously, i also think the way chapter 3 played out was a massive flop that missed out on a lot of interesting possibilities, especially due to the double murder thing. just WHY introduce the concept of getting a freebie murder if you're not going to elaborate on it whatsoever??? similiarly to the first blood perk in chapter 1, it just served no purpose and felt pointless to even be brought up. all it did is make the trial like, ten minutes longer? but with kiyo being behind both murders, it was really just. meh. quite anticlimactic.

i ended up rambling a lot so the rest is under the cut

i think as far as kiyo's character goes, he's written in a way that makes redemption... quite impossible, very much by design. his entire identity and sense of purpose is tied to the idea of his sister so, so strongly that you cannot separate it without giving him a significant case of ego death... and even then, i think it would take significantly longer for him to find his footing than the spawn of any dr game. not to mention that whatever coping mechanisms he would come up with, would realistically suck at least as much as his coping mechanisms to losing his sister in the first place.

as far as the au goes, i don't have it fully figured out - because again, kiyo's written like an existential nightmare -, but i figure there would only be an opening to even trying to reason with him through significant emotional attachment (in the au's case, to shuichi, but also because i'm a sucker) that chances are, would be bothering kiyo in some level already. he does not make attachments, and when he does, they are in the pursuit of his studies or his mission to look after his sister. he observes, he studies, he doesn't get involved. maybe the closest he gets to people is the superficial connection he makes with his future victims in pursuit of finding out if they are worthy to be killed. he calls the v3 cast his friends, when it is clear they either straight-up disliked him the whole time through or just begrudgingly accepted his presence (not that that isn't the case with the entirety of the cast, but that's a different story entirely).

what i'm saying is, making a genuine friend like shuichi through his FTE's, would bother him i think already, because it is just so alien to him. i think you can perceive that through the kind of relationship dynamic he upholds with shuichi - they are the same age, but he's only comfortable with his closeness in the context of academic roles.

in the rough outline that's in my head for the au so far, there could be an opening through the argument on the caged child ritual not working -> the legitimacy of kiyo's possession being questioned. i think there is certainly leeway there (maybe a class trial with his sister persona as the main character? could be fun), because kiyo is anything but unintelligent. he knows of grief responses and mental illness, and i don't think it would be impossible to get him to see reason - especially if one could find holes in his story.

of course, this point truly depends on how the writer wishes to see kiyo (in this case, how i wish to carry on my au), because the game is just so gimmicky and unbothered when it comes to portraying mental illness. i don't personally think kiyo would have DID - though he certainly feels like he could fit the criteria of some dissociative disorders, from a dissociative disorder haver - as much as dealing with a very deeply ingrained tulpa situation. however, i think the possibility of recognizing his sister persona as his own mind's creation instead of genuine spiritual possession could help him gain a little bit of cognitive distance. that is not to say that his sister persona would cease to exist imo, even if he no longer wanted it to - which could lead to another interesting change in dynamic and a possible reason for his distance from the persona that was solely created to be a vessel for his irl sister's wishes.

i think even if you build down from kiyo's not being possessed by his actual sister but coping with the worst possible grief response you still would have to take a Lot of time to get to kiyo's actual irl sister may have been bad to him. i think even if kiyo got to accepting the fact he was abused by his sister, he still wouldn't try to find her accountable, because of their unique circumstances, her illness and isolation. i think there is anger there, but pushed so deep under the surface that it would probably take years of therapy to unpack. i imagine this is the kind of emotion that fueled near 100 murders of girls his dead sisters' age. however, facing that is definitely not something that would happen in the time spawn of the killing game (implying kiyo would survive to the end), and i think he would still take the mere implication extremely bad. like you said, ultimate mental gymnast for sure.